#sneakpeek into my life

[kurre-kurre]

Sneakpeek for the next page because life is beating my ass o(-(

[mitakesgf]

hey everyone (imedas fans)

yes companion fic in grians pov :3 yayyyy cheers

now that grian and joel were finalists in wl i am expecting grian and joel ff or art thank u.

also this season was the best thing ever it was grumbo teammates bamboozlers final session and then JOELL WINNERR AND GROEL FINALISTSSS oh im fed im happy

[grxndprix]

yan!gojo sneakpeek

--take this sneakpeek of an upcoming oneshot lmao more notes at the end

tw; implied noncon, chasing !!

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“What happened? You were so confident a few seconds ago, sweetheart, don’t pussy out now.” Satoru spoke nonchalantly, an air of ease to each movement. He took the lapse in response to lean closer and cage the girl in with his broad arms. She could only respond with more silence, an infinitesimal hesitation stretching further and further into oblivion — The lone and level sands stretch far away.

King of Kings — That is Satoru Gojo’s title. He was the god of this world, the next, the next, the next—  Gaze upon his works, ye mighty, look upon this rabbit caught fresh on the arrow, and despair.

The apartment suffocated all life out of it, holstering lain two corpses — One stuck in metamorphisis while the other decayed — Both rotting. Blue walls, once a sunny sky’s color now the endless void of an ocean, gray ceiling matted with the flickering, broken light. She’d known damn well Satoru had a better house, some wealthy mansion-like place, but he never offered for her to stay there, he always just showed up here at hers — And she realized he was waiting for her to beg. For her to rely on him.

But, she didn’t, never. Instead, she worked her own job. She paid her own bills, she paid her rent, she bought all the necessities. She lived for herself. If her own boyfriend took notice of her hardships and decided to stay a sadist? To wait for her to end up begging for his help, to land on his doorstep like mutton on a silver platter? 

Hell fucking no.

She assumed the deity just got tired of her stubbornness, because what was once just annoying, his ignorance had become like white noise to her — But recently, she knew he’d been sabotaging her. Coming over more, using up more of her utilities, breaking things she’d try to excuse with a strained smile, ignoring his smug one — He was getting impatient.

The other, well, larger issue that bothered [name] was the fact that he put nothing into the relationship. She was the one with intimacy issues, but she had to initiate every bit of touch, or else he’d ignore her completely. She was the one with a busy schedule, juggling a terribly-paying job, but she paid at every restaurant because Satoru conveniently forgot his wallet when she knows it’s in his pocket.

So, [name] had tried to end it. Gathering up every bit of confidence she had, fighting against the memories of sunset walks and shy handholding — They’d never even kissed — And texted him that they were over. Why give someone who didn’t put anything into the relationship any kind of real closure?

One could assume where that led to.

Here he was, snow-white hair and all, glare piercing straight through her skull, as if it could see everything — And honestly, it probably could.

The silence remained of course, but [name] brought a loose fist to her face, slow and steady. A notion that could be passed off as her brushing away a tear or maybe even rubbing her eyes—

Until her other fist came up as well in a right hook, aimed directly at Satoru’s face. It was stopped by some invisible force that she had no care nor time to question, because the man had been caught off guard. In that split second, the king of kings’ knees threatened to bend.

[name] knew that some demented thought that she wouldn’t hurt him had passed through his mind, which sent a partial shiver down her back, but it only fueled her legs to move. She ran past him, then past the guest bedroom, and straight into her own. He covered the only actual escape, so she needed to barricade and call the police—

A hand stopped the door before she could close it.

☆ OKAYY time for a debrief !! i !! am !! so !! sorry!! for disappearing oh my god jsdhkj i literally ran into the WORST writing block ever, and then studying hit, and then my hiphop recitals fucked with everythingg ughh --- anyway, back to the point !! i am going to try to get back to posting as frequently as i can, especially now that winter breaks here. side note; i also have covid and a supposed csf leak (brain fluid leak) !! doc says ill be fine dwdw lmao no wonder im gonna fail my classes

☆ anyways hope this sneak peek builds up anticipation for the full thing which will be, ofc, full on smut/noncon for my readerss -- byeeeee see u when i post it !!!

[floofyroro]

With my ✨golden birthday✨ approaching, I think I’ll finally post part 1 of my Crosshair/fem!reader fic this week. 👀

I’m itching for feedback so I think this will be good motivation to polish and edit this week so that it’s ready to be uploaded by Sunday evening, CST.

Here’s a sneakpeek in the meantime.

Consider it a small taste of what’s to come. 🤫

The Herbalist

Summary: A year after rescuing Omega from Tantiss, Crosshair is still adjusting to life on Pabu. You're the island herbalist who has just returned from a year-long pilgrimage on Naboo. As you familiarize yourself with the island newcomers, you grow close with Omega, who becomes your little helper in the gardens. Somehow, you continue crossing paths with her intimidating brother and you find that you're drawn to his elusiveness. (Slight AU because Tech is alive.)

His name is called amidst the clamor of the crowd and Crosshair squints as he scans his surroundings, only to find Omega waving from a corner stall. The humidity clings to Crosshair as he parts through a throng of people and he’s lost track of how many times he has cursed the climate. The familiar training blacks he’s worn for most his life were recently confiscated by Omega, in the name of ‘relaxation.’ 

You need a fresh start. I think most things hold memories, whether good and bad, she had argued.

After that, their unconventional squad were given the island’s finest garments made of kelpcotton and linenfiber, courtesy of Shep. The boys knew it was all Omega’s doing as it has her fingerprints all over it. Crosshair shoves thoughts of his beloved training blacks aside when he’s met with Omega’s eager energy as she stands next to another stall.

She’s practically beaming as she holds a jar up to him. It’s seemingly filled with an organic mixture of sorts, the contents rolling to one side due to Omega’s tilted grasp on it. She then pops the lid open and a waft of earthy aroma hits Crosshair’s senses immediately. 

“Do you recognize it?”

Before Crosshair can even respond to Omega’s prompt, his brother interjects.

“Our evening tea!” Tech leans in closer to sniff. “We made our last brew just last night. Excellent thinking, we’re in need of a restock.” He winks at her then, and Omega nods in resolve, snapping the lid shut. 

She then motions behind the stall, bringing attention to you. 

That overpowering aroma of tea hits Crosshair's senses once more. You emit an air of quiet confidence as you stand surrounded by what he surmises is your livelihood; hanging foliage, dry and fresh alike strung together, creating a cascading effect around your stall. Vitality is the word that resounds in his mind, perhaps due to the nature of the items you’re offering to sell. 

And maybe due to the healthy glow of your skin.

Omega tugs at his sleeve, drawing his attention from you. 

“You’ve been sleeping better at night, right?” 

He pauses to consider. It’s been evident that the past two weeks have garnered the most restorative rest Crosshair is able to experience. Nightmares still plague him most nights, but considering his sleep over the past three years, the difference is night and day. He ignored Wrecker’s comment the other evening that he no longer resembles a human skeleton and that his skin has lost that dull, transparent sheen to it. 

One could also blame that on the relentless sun, Crosshair had countered. 

Or on the meditation! Omega had chirruped.

So, Crosshair waits for Omega to continue because surely she has some sort of agenda to share. 

“Well, that’s thanks to the herbalist,” Omega finally says, pointing to you. “She’s been showing me how to take care of the island’s garden plots and greenhouses.” 

A connection is made then; when Omega wants a break from training, whether that be piloting with Tech or hand-to-hand with Hunter, she’ll disappear from the household until it’s time to commune for dinner. She almost always returns with tousled hair and a thin layer of dirt coating her skin. Your name is mentioned in passing during their evening meals but Crosshair has never thought twice about you. Now he’s putting face to name and realizing that she’s been assisting you all along.

[pingurusama]

Update!

"pimgu where have you been? thought your thesis's done so you are free!" I thought so too! but life sometimes very much unpredictable:3

I've been here the whole time but there's a lot of stuff to be sorted out, packing out since i'm back moving to home. Family issues, lots of family issues here and there. Babysit my nephew, (but hey i got niece too now just recently!:D) and guilt eating me up.

This might be just me and my overthinking, BUT I FEEL SO GUILTY SHOWING UP EMPTY HANDED;-;! I've been gone for so long and missed lots moots bday, request and stuff us been talking that i said "omg i have to draw this!" ahh type of conversation. Ngl, in my disappearance i missed my cod moots;-; like ahh... I don't know but i'm feeling like moots will not love me anymore if i showed up empty handed, like "who the hell are you back nonchalantly after so long gone?" that's why i took my time to make up and made drawings to reconcile with friends'-' There's like, around 20+ WIPs i've been doing for the past of my disappearance (there's still a few left and i'm working on it. There's also done art that i'm not yet handing out now for moots's bday^^) I always believed to be loved is to perform, to entertain. No? Well aside from internal problem it's just family issues but eh- i also got new niece:3 so, that's all! and now i'm resting after a whole week babysit toddler. I hope i can be better at managing time in the future^-^ trying my best for sure! And i hope people accept my apology and explanation of me going poof:"3 (its ok if you don't! truly understandable!)

P.S. Notes - i've seen black ops 6 (cold war) trailer and going to be launched, sneakpeek but i'm making Mr.Smirnov (Ophelia's adoptive father) to be my Black Ops Oc :3! been working and understanding the game lore! hehe^-^

[cyanbugremix]

✨️Fragment Friday (Saturday)✨️

Tagged by the amazing @romirola!

Here is a little sneakpeek for my fic Welcome to the Pack, Darlin'. Open tag for anyone else that wants join in :)

(For extra context: Darlin' got in a fight)

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“Hey! Back off, Joseph– I will get the principal out here,” Milo threatened.

Joseph��s face darkened and he used his newly gained height to his advantage, towering over Milo.

“They started it!” He growled back. “They’re lucky I didn’t shift!”

“Joseph,” Asher coldly said, sidling up next to Milo, and resting a hand on Joseph’s shoulder to keep the two apart.

Darlin’ caught their breath and looked up from their spot on the ground. Backpacks had been discarded at some point. They rested a hand across their torso and inched further away. They observed the stand-off, and realized that Asher was almost as tall as Joseph. When had that happened?

“I think the buses are leaving. Don’t want to miss the only way home, right dude?”

Joseph wiped blood from underneath his nose and glanced over at the parking lot. The flow of kids getting on had trickled down to a few still hopping on. He angrily grabbed his backpack and glared at the group before rushing towards his own bus.

Asher huffed out a sigh as soon as Joseph was out of earshot. “Man, what a dick. . . Hey you okay?”

Milo had crouched down next to them and was fully examining their face. Darlin’ looked at the ground, embarrassed at the close proximity.

“Obviously not! Maybe we should take them to my ma,” Milo hastily observed Darlin’. “Their face is swelling.”

“No- shit- It’s fine,” Darlin’ uncomfortably smiled through a beginning ache. “I need to get on the bus.”

They shakily got up from their spot, Milo rising with them. One of them offered their backpack to them, but just as they grabbed it they heard the shriek of the bus doors closing and the whines of the buses leaving the parking lot.

Their eyes widened, as far as they could, and their stomach dropped watching the buses leave. A small wave of nausea, from their injuries and new predicament, made them sit back down in the grass.

Their parents were going to be so pissed.

Darlin’s breath quickened.

They had to make dinner tonight and their daily chores needed to be completed. Sure their parents wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, but what if they didn’t get home soon enough? That would just add to their scolding once they saw Darlin’s face busted up and how they weren’t a perfect kid, and how they worked so hard to give Darlin’ a good life– and that this was the second time within a month that this happened! But the first wasn’t even their fault– and fucking OW! Everything hurts and it’s going to suck doing chores like this–

A gentle hand on their shoulder broke them out of their thoughts. “Dude, c’mon. We don’t have basketball practice tonight, so I’m getting a ride home with Milo. I’m sure Marie would be totally cool with you tagging along as well and able to drop you off at your place.”

“Will she drop me off at my house immediately?” Darlin’ frowned.

“Uhm,” Asher paused and looked at Milo, before shrugging. “We’ll have to ask, won’t we?”

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Thank you for the tag!! ���

[sefusian]

FINALLY A SNEAKPEEK FOR MY TWOSHOT YAYYYY

RAHHHHH i’m finally making progress w my fic that is too many months due 😭 id link the google docs but i wanna keep the actual wip private for now so ill just post what i have here for now :,)

(working) synopsis: marvin has a dream about still being stuck in his old life, married to trina. whizzer comforts him back to consciousness.

tw: detailed description of a panic attack, thoughts of d34th/su!c!dal ideation

— start under the cut —

It had been an exhausting day at work for Marvin. Because of the sudden influx of people quitting, he had to take on an extra workload to maintain productivity. On top of the headache of sitting through Black Friday traffic, Marvin was more than eager to finally return home to relax with his lover.

He sighed as he pushed open the front door, shrugging his jacket off.

“Babe, I’m-”

Upon entering his home, he instantly realized that it was very different but also…very familiar. It wasn’t until his eyes fell upon the wooden mezuzah that the fear finally settled in.

”Honey, are you home?”

Marvin’s blood ran cold when he heard his wife’s sickeningly sweet voice call out from deeper within. He could only hope that she thought it was Mendel at the door, but something about the all too familiar lilt in her voice told him otherwise. Despite this, something compelled him to continue into the house towards the kitchen where Trina was carelessly making dinner. Marvin could feel his palms start to get uncomfortably clammy and a gut-wrenching feeling building that he hated all too much - sensations he’d never miss at all. And when Trina spun around to greet him, sporting that overly fond look that made his head spin and heart pound in all the wrong ways, he wished he couldn’t remember any of it at all.

“Sorry, Marvin, but dinner will just be in a bit. But I could prepare some tea in the meantime,” Trina dusted her hands on the front of her apron, smiling sweetly at him as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear. When she went to peck him on the cheek, Marvin could feel the sickening pit in his stomach grow significantly larger. 

He thought he’d yell at her, push her away, spite her and tell her how much of a failure of a wife she was for not having dinner on time.

But all he wanted at that moment was to get out. Be out.

Out of this room, out of this house, and back into his car to drive away.

Away to his real house, his real lover.

But yet he stayed, stuck in her kitchen with his feet practically bolted to the ground. The powerlessness and lack of control felt so paralyzing, suffocating him further.

Why was he here?

Marvin started to panic.

Why couldn’t he move?

“Where’s…” Marvin panted out.

Why couldn’t he breathe?

“Where’s Whizzer?”

“Whizzer?” Trina furrowed her brows in confusion as she played with her ring. Marvin couldn’t bear to see it again. “Like your friend, Whizzer Brown?” She mused, and Marvin could see his vision start to blur. All he could do was nod weakly, “I’m not quite sure, darling. You know we aren’t that well-acquainted with each other yet. Maybe you could give him a call to see if he’s home?”

And as if by a miracle, Marvin could move again. So, he immediately jumped on the chance to finally rush out of the kitchen, away from Trina’s nauseating, womanly presence, to the landline mounted on the wall - he distinctly remembered visiting it frequently to call Whizzer everytime Trina was out or asleep. He hastily dialed the number to their apartment, anxiously wrapping the cord around his finger and tugging at it. In the corner of his eye, he could see Trina carrying out their freshly-made dinner to the table, setting it up neatly as she always had before, when they were still together: still okay, still normal. When she was done, he could see her eyeing him cautiously, taking on a worried stance by her seat as he kept trying to find a connection, alas to no avail. His breath started to quicken as fast as the error tone on the phone.

What the fuck was happening? And where was Whizzer?

His fingers trembled as he continued desperately trying to get out of this confusing, terrifying wrench back to his old life - the sick game he thought he was truly well and done with.

The light treading of Trina’s feet were heard as loud as the incessant and aggravating ticking of the clock hanging above Marvin. He tensed as she brushed a soft hand down his shoulder, barely hearing whatever she was saying over the sound of his heart practically beating out of his chest. At one point he could feel his stomach drop and the iciness of his fingertips grow colder as he realized that oh - he was on the floor. The chill only ran further through his entire body as the phone, still hanging off its cord, continued to beep loudly beside his ear. Marvin desperately tried to catch his breath using his entire chest. The nausea was rapidly building up to the point where he just wanted to throw up, or just anything.

No, no, no, no.

“Marvin.”

He clasped his hands over his ears, painfully digging the heels of his palms against his temples. No more.

”Marvin.”

Fat tears rolled down his face, a violent cry rupturing from his throat and puking all over his senses. His fingers yanked at disheveled curls and tugged harshly, pulling and pulling until the pounding in his head grew unbearable.

“Marvin.”

He screamed at the clutch on his arm and thrashed around frantically to escape its incoming embrace. The scorching feeling of compassion and care rotting deep into his skin.

Out now.

He wanted out.

NOW.

“Marvin?”

Marvin scratched at its clothed chest, pushing against it ferociously and wishing its ribs would crack and shatter all over his arms. Decorate it a pretty mess. Just like him. But he wasn’t pretty. He just wanted the red to spill all over him and hold him - a horrible, awful mess. Engulf him enough to drown him in its horrific, comforting depths where there was no seizure to be had. Not a giddy moment to last.

Not anymore.

The arms that held him tightly drew one of its hands to play with the beautiful, scruffy mess on Marvin’s head. He could feel it scratch his scalp oh so lovingly, and Marvin wanted to die. The moment was so beautiful it made him want to die. He’d be happy to die right then and there. He’d be happy to die in fear’s comforting embrace. He’d be happy to die with-

“Marvin, baby. Shhh. It’s okay.”

When Marvin looked up from the little nook he was tucked in, he didn’t see the smiling face of a woman he couldn’t love. Instead, warm, loving brown eyes met his own dull, dingy blue, and all comfort he felt in that moment instantly dissolved, now replaced with pure embarrassment. Marvin quickly scrambled out of his lover’s arms until his back slammed into something short and solid. He looked down and realized that he wasn’t on the floor anymore.

How did he get on the couch?

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slow but steady progress guys !!!! pls like, reblog, or comment if u liked this so far. having others engage in my work is rlly helpful because its good incentive for me to continue (and im still a little self-conscious abt showing my writing to others) ty 👉👈

[defiledtomb]

Ouroboros: The first year in development (+small update!)

On this day, a year from now, I sat in the stark light from my monitors, eyes bloodshot and hands trembling; and I clicked the post button. I then choked my pc to death and ran away screaming, scrambling into the corner of the couch on all fours, hissing at every shadow (only one of those statements is a lie).

It was 4 am and I had been scrambling to get the last details of the demo correct, mumbling to myself and reasoning with my dog. I was so happy to be writing again, after years of piddling around with lackluster projects. I never thought Ouro would be welcomed as it was, and to be honest, the fact that it was scared the living shit out of me. After the hype settled, and I sat watching the continuous stream of support that poured my way, I kind of crumbled. There was a long and dirty road of clawing myself out of self-doubt, impostor syndrome and perfectionism. Some part of me knew it was coming, since its very on par with how I am shaped as a person (sopping wet pathetic meow meow), but after climbing many hills on my ongoing healing journey, I felt like I was prepared for it.

Writing Ouroboros went from fun little sidequest to get my mind off becoming a sturdy part of society again (exhausting), to another workload, to form of therapy, then torture and back again. My writing journal is amusing to scroll through:

Things went from bad to...

worse,

until the storm finally weakened. Every entry in my journal from this point gets progressively more hopeful, more resilient against the bad days.

:> This was around the point where I decided I wouldn't give up, come hell or high water. The progress was slow, like bleeding stone and pulling teeth, but it was moving. By the turn of the new year I was battered and bruised, but still hopeful. And I know that this, these emotions that I went through, were way out of proportion for a hobby writing project, but with every ask that came through telling me about your MC's budding journey in Ouro, every gushing emotion you've shared with me, every gleaming piece of art, every kind word; every correcting one, too, this grew to something really precious to me. I wouldn't give it up for anything, even if it feels like I'm barely keeping my head above surface in this terrifying, stormy sea of a life.

I can't wait to see what comes next, even if the road is bumpy. All I know is that I will keep chipping away at this story with everything I got. And all I can say is that I'm so grateful for your continued support and patience, I barely have words for it. You are incredible. Thank you.

Now, enough of my bleeding heart. Get over here! I have some treats to share.

Mainly, it is the little update to the demo that I'd like to share; Idren/Ida's 101. I did my best to finish it today, but I only had an hour or two of effective worktime (excuse: I was outside for most of the day in bloody blizzard and it knocked me on my ass more than I'd like to admit). It is cut off at the different scene transitions, which I will add after I have some time to work on them this saturday. Id's 101 was the most complex out of all of them, so there is still plenty to explore and different outcomes to see. I hope you have fun!

To see it, go through Lena's scene and don't scream -> accept alliance -> visit archives. That will take you to the new content. CW for very emotionally charged arguments and... almost dying.

Play it here. Save often. (or wait until next week as I sadly couldn't finish everything on time for the anniversary) (I have done bare minimum playtesting, but I will fix any gamebreaking errors if there are any, immediately. There shouldn't be any, but you never know.)

A sneakpeek of the short I also will be working on on saturday:

It is sunny on the day of $!{leith}'s funeral. It is not supposed to be sunny. It is supposed to rain on bad days, and the wind is supposed to whip dry leaves into dancing columns. Thunder is supposed to rumble in the distance, and then right near so that the even the windows rattle with trepidation. But it doesn't. The sun lounges calmly on the perfectly still water of Riven's lake, glittering with winking light as the serene waves lick the edge of the populated harbor. There is chatter, too, not the moaning whispers of grieving people. Not a sob to be heard, but the flutter of a laugh and a joyous embrace of lovers right in front of you. 

"People have forgotten, the sacrifice we made." Lyselin stands in full knight-hunter armor beside you, the silver gleaming in the stark light.

And some art of F!Leith that I have started:

♥ That's it. Know that I'm working as hard as I can (both on Ouro, and learning how to balance work around it, lmao.), even if I fall short sometimes, there ain't no quitting. See you soon!

[ahfeiandhisdao]

Xiao Shunyao

Aka our dearest Ah Fei in real life

However in this post, we are not going to talk about his biography, nope. We are about to focus on a much deeper aspect. *Sigh*

Simping!

Yes, more precisely simping about Xiao Shunyao's piercings and tattoos.

So let's buckle up and dive in!

Xiao Shunyao - Piercings and Tattoos

1. Eyebrow Piercing

Our beloved YaoYao sports a stunning eyebrow piercing in his left eyebrow. He mostly films after taking them out, so you might've noticed a scar there.

Picture courtesy to : AP and Ybybyb on weibo

2. Nip piercing

Ahem well, this might be partially mature themed and if you are uncomfortable with such, you might consider avoiding reading further.

Yes, Xiao Shunyao has a nip piercing and you can see that here. (Picture Courtesy: Xiao Shunyao Official Weibo)

Now, TATTOOS!

Yes. He has tattoos. SEVERAL of them.

1. HUSTLER

From the medias Xiao Shunyao had shared beforehand, his biggest tattoo is on his left bicep. It says 'Hustler' in decorated cursive. (Please note this is very old. About 10 years old. He might have modified it by now.)

Picture Courtesy : Xiao Shunyao Official Weibo (in the first image it might look that it's on right arm, but that's a selfie.

2. 23 a cute little curved ♡ and a little triangle

Even though the tattoos are unexplained and mostly covered probably because of China's broadcasting rules, Xiao Shunyao is often seen sporting a small 23 and curved heart tattoo. And further up, there's a litte triangle, just above 23.

Picture credit : Ybybyb on weibo (left) and Xiao Shunyao Official Weibo (right)

3. The Stripe Sleeve of Inscriptions (undisclosed)

There's quite a wide stripe of inscriptions tattoo running down his right arm, from inside of his wrist to all the way to the base of shoulder joint. Please note that this tattoo is also very old and might have been modified (mostly added new elements) in the mean time.

Even though it's undisclosed for whatever reason, from the look of it, it might be a Tibetan sloka script. But it's just an assumption.

Around 2013:

Around 2023 (only a sneakpeek):

Picture Courtesy: Xiao Shunyao Official Weibo and Xiao Shunyao fanclub on weibo

4. Five little stars! ⁠✯✯✯✯✯

One of his small tattoos, on his right wrist (outwards). There's five tiny stars, with one relatively bigger and an arc of four smaller ones and as @qinzai has pointed it out, the closest decipher of the stars representing the national flag of China.

5. TRAMP STAMP

LAST but definitely not the LEAST! THE LOWER BACK TATTOO!!!!!!! (OH MY GOD HOW CAN THIS MAN GET HOTTER!!???)

IT'S A SPIDER

even tho looked like a crab on first glance. However (Hot damn man??! Wtf)

Okay, this was it! Well, not really, I wanted to rant and simp more and flood with pictures but Tumblr limited the number of pictures. Hence I'll be posting sneak-peeks of his Piercings and Tattoos on twitter and link it in here! Take a look if you feel like ~♡

P.S. - I am thirsty bye-

[goodnightoilcountry]

don't overthink when you could be loving me - sebastian aho (a sneakpeek !)

a/n: for months on end i've had so many fic ideas floating around in my head but just haven't put aside the time to properly flesh them out (wips list incoming !). it's been a battle trying to pick which one to start with but i've recently gone on a tangent of just exclusively seeking out canes fics and there's a bit of a drought in that area. so here's something new! (this sneak peek is also to keep me accountable lol)

summary: your inadvertent friendship with some of the canes players was not something you advertised in your day-to-day life. but an evening of friday night drinks changes that when you find yourself trapped in the same bar with your new co-workers and one love-struck sebastian aho who’s determined to make it known that you’re spoken for… well, tentatively that is. 

posted here: don't over think when you could be loving me

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You won’t lie - you weren’t always a big believer in keeping your personal life and work life separate. 

Despite the numerous warnings about how “your co-workers aren’t your friends”, you couldn’t help but become close to them no matter where you went. You’ve always felt like you’ve lucked out in that department.

The moment when your luck seemed to wear out was at your old office.

It didn’t start off any different than your previous roles. Everyone was cordial when you joined the team, you’d attend a few casual after-work drinks to not come off standoff-ish, and then a work dinner or event would eventually roll around where free-flowing drinks were guaranteed to loosen up everybody’s lips, including yours. 

It’s not like you would run around advertising the fact that you were family friends with Seth Jarvis growing up. But hockey culture was thriving in Raleigh and conversations couldn't pass without a mention of the Canes thrown into the mix. And more often than not, you were happy to pass on any unused tickets that Seth had reserved in your name every year. 

Of course, the first round of tickets, generally no one questions where they came from. But by the fourth round, who would believe that you just accidentally bought expensive seats not knowing you already had plans? 

So, it would eventually come to light that you knew the Canes more than just their names and the responses you would receive usually followed the same pattern. You’d get the looks of amazement and disbelief, followed by thirty minutes of inquisitioning, and then the excitement of the news would eventually fade before moving on to something salacious that had happened earlier that week. 

With this set of co-workers though, the news of your affiliation was volatile.

Suddenly, your tickets weren’t viewed as a generous offering but rather as a right. People in different departments whom you had never met started taking you out for lunches with a casual mention of how they hadn’t ever been to a live game; your boss expected you to give them up for the sake of appeasing potential clients; girls would invite you out with the hopes of them showing up to wherever you were. 

You resigned after four months. 

So when you signed your letter of offer for your new role, you made a silent promise to yourself to keep that portion of your life separate. So, you distanced yourself. 

Seth had noticed. He had known that you would occasionally give up your tickets when you knew you weren’t able to make a game. But as more and more weeks had passed, he had maybe seen your seats filled twice. Once by a few of your closest girlfriends and the other was when your parents had come to town for a long weekend. 

Outings with him and the team became infrequent as you declined to attend any sort of public event that would bear the risk of you being caught out by your new colleagues. And when you were eventually questioned why, you simply excused that your new job had you locked down. 

The second person to notice your increasing absence was Sebastian. 

Since Seth’s rookie days, you had been, on more than several occasions, his plus one to team events. And over the years, you had gotten to know some of the younger members who were able to keep up with Seth’s redbull-fueled energy. That included Sebastian. 

The first time you had actually properly spoken to him was at a Canes charity gala. Seth and KK had been swept into a conversation by a few board members, leaving you to quietly people watch from your assigned seat. 

“Refill?” 

You turned to find Sebastian with an arm extended out; a glass of champagne delicately sat between his fingers. You returned a gracious smile as he sat down in Seth’s seat. 

“You manage to avoid the noise fest?” you lightly poked, looking over at Seth where Andrei and Jack were now caught. 

He let out a laugh and shook his head while looking down, “I’ve definitely done my fair share of the sucking up.”

“You didn’t feel like joining your boyfriend?” 

You choked on your drink as soon as the assumption left his mouth. You couldn’t help but begin laughing as you coughed up a response, “Oh my god, no. Seth and I grew up together back home. Our parents were close friends.” 

His face flushed red at the revelation. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed because you’ve come to a few of these things with him before and you’re at our games a lot,” he tried to reason as he rubbed the back of his neck to ease the embarrassment. 

You shook your head with the same amused look donned across your face, “he’s really never mentioned that we grew up together as kids?”

“I’m sure he’s mentioned it but it’s hard to catch everything he says. He talks… a lot.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the blunt statement. 

You had found it easy to talk to Sebastian. The conversation flowed seamlessly, from the standard questioning of each other’s jobs to the shared ache of missing home. Before you knew it, Seth had returned with a sheepish look on his face; apologetic for his disappearance but not missing the flash of disappointment across his teammate’s face when you said goodnight. 

After that, the trajectory of your relationship with Sebastian had shifted into something more. Sure, you both became friends, growing comfortable in the presence of one another. But as time went on you couldn’t help but feel like the line between you two would occasionally go hazy; blurring completely on a big night out following a hard-fought win.

[41lobsters]

im still not done im going to dissolve into lobster remains i havent even wrote them making EYE CONTACT

plot bunny

when the crackship fic has you researching i hate this let me write silly dynamic without needing to know specific shit please...

[starlightments]

You've written a lot of beautiful and meaningful romantic scenes, and I love them all, but I think my favorite scene, or at least the one i think the most about has to be the whole 'what am I to you' conversation in syrup & honey; "(...) Lance’s head lolls sideways to allow Keith better access. “A-And?” he rasps.

“And I think you’re the love of my life.” (...)" !!!!! this lives rent free on my mind. When I read this the first time I'm pretty sure I gasped and swooned over it. I love those romantic moments of reverence between a couple and oh did this scene deliver that. The heartbound sneakpeeks too! That "look at me like you could love me" line from lance had me like ooOOOOHHH!!!!!! *keyboard smash but as real life gestures*

AHHHH THANK YOUUUU!!! i'm such a sucker for a good gasp-inducing romance scene lol. and i gotta say, that one from syrup & honey is one of my favorites too. there's something about the phrase "love of my life" that makes me go absolutely crazy, like... it's just so special. there may be many loves in your life, but this is THE LOVE of your life. the one that ruins you, the one that changes you, the one you can't let go of <3

[climb-the-mt]

// Hi everyone ! Sorry that this isn't the usual lorepost. Life's been getting in the way like usual, plus I want to make our climb exciting ! Which means trying to find the best way to execute this turning point. I promise, I'm working on things, and once my schedule's a little clearer for said big thing, I'll keep you updated. That aside, I just wanted to announce that I've finally opened my own blog !

( @zal-g0 <-)

// It's just your typical art/personal-blog, but I'll be more active there ! I'll even share sneakpeeks too once I can. . I'll see you all soon !<3

[kloofspeaks]

The Flower Shop of Lemoore | A Bob Floyd Fictional Work

Words: 1514

Sneakpeek:

“It’s an Asiatic lily,” He breathed out slow, pulling out the flower from underneath the counter, “They mean marriage and purity.” Y/N’s face twisted into curiosity when he pulled out the lily, it was bright beating red, she looked at Floyd opening her mouth to say her opinion. 

“Is there a reason why you’re showing a single woman a flower about Marriage?” She asked the exact question that Floyd was expecting. The song that rang on in the background spilled the lyrics that Floyd felt deep in his heart. 

‘All My life, I spent the nights with dreams of you’

Flower eight out of twenty

Today's Flower: Asiatic Lily - Marriage and Purity

Chapter List can be found : here

Dedicated to: @notyoursbutlewis

Disney Girls by The Beach Boys sang over his old record player, he let out a soft sigh. It had been a week since he went and ran for Y/N through the thick and thin of the lightly dusting snow to hand her a wilting flower only for her to be kind and return and give him such a reward for his hard work a simple tulip he kept in a glass vase by his counter. He couldn’t take his eyes off how each petal was so perfect and the color just as bright as the day he received it. 

His eyes lifted from the flower when the ding from the door opening brought a warm smile to his charming lips, “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” 

“I didn’t expect you to put my flower on display either, but hey surprises are everywhere.” 

Y/N looked bundled up in her warm fuzzy clothes, jackets and wool. She slowly looked around the shop, seeming to take in the same details she saw every time she came to the little shop on the block. “Did you change anything?” She asked, her fingers brushing over the flowers that were placed out. 

“Nothing out of the ordinary other than switching out a few old flowers and candles.” She nodded just taking it all in again before she walked up to his counter, like the dozens of times she had done before, the feeling of  deja vu was prominent. 

She figured it was Floyd’s smile, it was always warm, she was welcomed with the same smile when she walked into the place. Welcomed with his little floral pins and neat apron he put over top his work jeans and pink sweater. She pondered what he would wear in the summer. Would the place even still be around in the summer? She shook her head, of course the place would be around, wouldn’t it?

“I didn’t know you liked The Beach Boys.” She hummed, her eyes looking past Floyd and at the record spinning on the table, she took a moment to take in the fresh lyrics, she hadn’t heard this song in such a long time. 

“I don’t, actually, those are my dad’s records figured I would give this a go. It’s fitting.” He raised his shoulders in protest as he explained. He did fiddle a little while he spoke, either it was with his hands or pushing up his glasses, speaking of which; his glasses were slowly sliding down as he spoke. 

Y/N reached forward giving them one steady push with her pointer finger, along with brushing his loose hairs out of the way. “You really need to get glasses that fit,” She shook her head, “These are always slipping.”

“Noted,” Floyd sighed softly, taking a moment to breathe before he changed the subject, “Are you ready for the flower today?” 

“After my short break, how could I possibly say no?” She had a small sarcastic laugh as she said it, nodding towards him as if telling him to get on with it. 

Floyd had something up his sleeve though, it was a risky shot but after last week, the simple tulip that rested on his counter sparked the feelings between them. He knew it had to be true right? He still remembered her fateful words:

“Love and Passion,” She pointed out, “Usually it’s used between couples to express love or the fiery passion they have for eachother. It’s funny because every couple I saw with these flowers during valentine's day, broke up.” She snorted.

“Love and passion.” Those words echoed in his head often, he always thought he would ask someone out with a beautiful flower, a flower just as beautiful as them. He looked up from the flower he had resting underneath the counter, just in a place where she couldn’t see it. Where he could look at it and ponder if it was really the right move to ask Y/N out on a small date in the middle of winter, he didn’t run for nothing, that was for sure. 

He would never run for someone he didn’t know either. Someone he thought was worth it. 

“It’s an Asiatic lily,” He breathed out slow, pulling out the flower from underneath the counter, “They mean marriage and purity.” Y/N’s face twisted into curiosity when he pulled out the lily, it was bright beating red, she looked at Floyd opening her mouth to say her opinion. 

“Is there a reason why you’re showing a single woman a flower about Marriage?” She asked the exact question that Floyd was expecting. The song that rang on in the background spilled the lyrics that Floyd felt deep in his heart. 

‘All My life, I spent the nights with dreams of you’

“I wanted to ask you something,” for once in his life, Floyd had to get some sort of big boy pants on and ask her, tell her how he felt, how he wanted to go to a beach and sit on the roof of his car while he played a smooth song and they danced and swayed. 

He wanted her to save the very last dance for him.

No one else. 

“Spill it, Floyd.” Y/N had an unreadable expression, as if she was trying to hide how she felt at that moment. Floyd was praying it wasn’t some sort of ploy to get him to spill everything and give her time to reject him, but it wasn’t as bad as her walking out and him having a 

“I like you,” His voice cracked with the suddenness, “I don’t know how to explain it with a perfect use of words, but I did want to take you away.. Maybe for a day.” 

Y/N was quiet when he came to his conclusion, he was asking for a date in one of the weirdest ways she’s ever heard but she knew he was awkward. He didn’t know how to express himself much like she couldn’t either. 

She reached out making Floyd freeze up, she pushed up his golden rim glasses once more, the words spilled out her mouth while she did so. “You could’ve asked me on a date like any normal person, a letter, a sign, but instead you did it with a flower.” She reached down to his hand and took the flower from his loose grip, “A very beautiful one at that,” She looked up from the flower.

“I don’t think we could fit any more Floyd than a simple flower.” She chuckled, spinning the stem making the flower bloom even more in her hands. 

Floyd was lost, she hadn’t said the simple yes or no, instead she was dragging it. 

“Well, it is thoughtful.” Here it goes, she was going to reject him. He tried his best, he knew he would walk out of his shift today embarrassed and broken spirited-

“Where did you exactly have in mind? I won’t mind as long as we’re not outside in that winter wonderland.” She pointed out towards the window where the fogged up windows and growing ice laid bright and bland. 

“Wait, so you..” Before he could finish she finished for him.

“Yes, Floyd. I want to go on a date with you.” She smiled, it was the brightest one he had seen ever in his lifetime of being a flower shop owner. He knew how to make people's day brighter, but he had never seen a smile as bright as Y/N’s in that moment. He almost teared up, he didn’t know if it was because the song was slow and filled with such joy or the fact someone actually said yes to going out with him. 

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Who wouldn’t want to go out with you?” She raised a brow, which led Floyd to lead with his next sentence.

“A lot of people,” 

“Well, they clearly missed out.” She was still smiling, her voice fragile as she spoke, her hands still grasping the beautiful red lily in her hands. Floyd seemed slightly taken aback, he didn’t expect her to share the same feelings, his heart hurt in fear when he asked, but now his heart was bursting with joy. 

“How about we go out for dinner, I can pick you up- 6 o-clock? Wednesday?” Y/N’s face distorted into a small thinking look, her lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. 

“That should work, I expect to see you then won’t I?” She turned a heel still looking back at Floyd. 

“Of course you will.” 

After it was said she left with a small wave and a tint of blush on her face, Bob was saddened after he heard the ding of the door. She had left to make her bus, Floyd knew he would see her before the date they had planned for such a moment to spend together. 

He knew he would have to line up every flower that matched with love perfectly, She had the purest heart of them all. 

[fallin4fiction]

A Sneakpeek at my Struck by Love Gen 1 Heir

This is Aakhil Daw and his teenage twins, Fatima and Fez. His whole life was led by the Watcher. His unrequited high school crush hooked him up with his now ex wife, Fariha. They got married and had the twins, but Fariha was never in love with Aakhil and she never wanted children either, so when her midlife crisis hit , she decided to divorce Aakhil and hit the road.

Now Aakhil is in Evergreen Harbor raising his twins alone.

( since Aakhil’s family were made long before the new expansion pack, I decided to play out their story first and then maybe start following the rules more closely around gen 3 )

[that90sshowgoldencouple]

Hii! How is your summer break going? I hope that great!! I just wanna now how is everything going with the grandpa red grandma kitty and little leia drabble, i'm so excited for it!! I just adore your Red and kitty grandparents content and the way you write them so well ❤️🫂.

Hi thank you so much for asking about my fic!

I'm still working on typing up the Grandpa Red, Grandma Kitty and Little Leia fic. It's not too much longer to go, but I think I'll be posting a different oneshot this week. It's Grandpa Red and Grandma Kitty but with Teenage Leia, here's a little peek at it:

Hope you enjoy and I'll make sure to finish up the fic with Little Leia asap! :D

Sneakpeek: It's a Heartache

“Oh dear, I better put on some tea.”

In the next instant Leia’s frustrated frazzled little face broke down into tears and the young teenager dropped herself into the nearest seat at the kitchen table and burying her head in her arms.

“Lots of tea and some sweets too,” Kitty quickly added, her heart aching for her granddaughter’s own heartache. She grabbed a plate of cookies off the counter and placed them next to Leia. “Here, sweetie, have a cookie.”

As Kitty filled the tea kettle with water, she kept her eyes on Leia who continued to sulk in her own misery. The poor dear, teenager breakups and heartaches were not things Kitty had missed during her years of an empty nest. She loved the girl talk and gossip, giving life advice and make up tips, even being the occasional bad cop was more fun than tending to a young, broken heart.

“Hey, kiddo.”

Turning around, Kitty spotted Red entering the room with a grin that quickly vanished when he saw the state of their granddaughter.

“Alright, who did this?” he asked as he marched over like his cane was a more of fashion accessory and not doctor recommended. “I want names.”

Leia didn’t even lift her head and instead gave a muffled, “Jay Kelso.”

Red jutted his chin upwards. “Ah the Kelso kid. Those kettleheads never learn.”