#so I had no clue it was today 💀

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Im an ace simp unashamedly and i need to share this little detail of heartslabyul's birthday boy card that someone probably mentioned alr somewhere. In all the boys' groovy illustrations theres always someone else with them. Riddle has cater and trey, Trey has cater. Cater has ace and Deuce has someone in the corner (i cant tell who)

EXCEPT ACE???? BRO'S JUST STARING INTO THE CAMERA WITH THAT SILLY LITTLE BLUSH LIKE BRO YOU LOOKING AT ME???? WHAT ARE YOU TRYNNA TELL ME TWST????

cbjsvsjsjcks Where did all the Ace simps suddenly spawn from… I feel like I’ve been meeting a lot of them lately (not necessarily through this blog, but also in other discussion circles) 😂

Yes, the Birthday Boy series tends to generally showcase at least one other character in the Groovies. For Heartslabyul: Cater and Trey appear in Riddle’s, Trey appears in Cater’s, and I believe it’s Ace in Deuce’s.

That isn’t Trey because Trey wears gloves in his dorm uniform, and nor can it be Riddle because his dorm uniform looks entirely different than the standard one. That leaves us with Cater and Ace. By process of elimination and using context clues, it’s most likely Ace. Cater already appeared in two other Birthday Boy Groovies. Additionally, Deuce has a voice line where he says Ace gifted him a jack-in-the-box—and while the Groovy doesn’t depict that item, Deuce is reacting similarly shocked upon opening it. Ace has also explained (I think in a Halloween event or vignette??) that it is possible to pull off a simple trick of flashing lights and sounds using magic. He tends to use his skills for childish things like little pranks and sleights, and has the personality to be inclined towards those things too. All the circumstantial evidence points to Ace.

Anyway, I feel like Ace is one of those characters you commonly see getting shipped with Yuu because of how he is presented in official content (and especially the main story). Him and Malleus seem to be the Big Two on that regard. That’s what my observation has always been, at least.

It’s rare that TWST will put out these “looking directly at you” illustrations, and even when they do, it’s not always aimed at Yuu if you look at the context the vignettes provide. For example, the Jade Outdoor Wear Groovy has him looking back and offering a hand… but it’s not for Yuu, it’s for Cater; Floyd’s Beans Camo Groovy had him looking soft and cute… and that gaze is aimed at Epel while Floyd talks about how he wants to take on strong opponents. Ace’s Birthday Boy Groovy exists in defiance of that pattern!

I think it’s funny that his dynamic with Yuu can so easily feed into that trope of the BFF that’s crushing hard but is too afraid to fully commit, so he always frames advances/flirting/playful teasing as “just jokes” to test the waters. It almost feels like Ace was tailor-made for this 😂 It sets up a lot the potential for something as simple as a look seeming longing. I can definitely understand how someone might see that Groovy and think it’s romantic. I don’t think most people make that kind of expression while using the thumb to brush away crumbs and staring into the camera 💀 Bro would 100% catch you and then go, “I know, I know, I look so cool that you just can’t get enough of me. Well, today’s my special day so I’m feeling extra nice. Feel free to stare at me aaaaaall you like, Prefect.” And then maybe joke that you could have him all to yourself if you asked—

You Ace yumes out there must be thankful for this food www

[burreauxsss]

bless your heart

background: y/n a wag for the chiefs who is dating travis kelce of 3 years finds out he cheated on her. she assures herself that she'd never watch the nfl nor date another nfl player, until a convincing quarterback hits her dms.

(all pics from pinterest)

synopsis: y/n decides to move away from kansas city due to her mental health and madison throws sneak clues to diss which backfires on her part.

notes: a mainly centered y/n and madison fic. go catch up on replacement to know who madison is. (may be a tad bit rushed but i could probably not care rn)

warning: this is a au/ alternative universe. dont read if you dont mess with au's???

joe burrow x reader x kelce!ex au

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caption: last night in kc😶‍🌫️

madisonreaves 📍kansas city missouri

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madisonreaves: queen of the city with chanel.

username_1: shots fired??

username_2: shes so pretty why are we hating.

username_3: one sided beef when she legit said you can have him.

brittanymahomes: beautiful.

username_4: brittany we all know your the mastermind behind this.

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yn.handle 📍cincinnati ohio

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yn.handle: bless your heart.

username_5: we all know who that caption is for...

username_6: mind you the day that y/n moves to cincy is the day that madison goes on here saying shes the queen of kansas city.

username_7: eww one sided beef 💀 *cough* madisonreaves brittanymahomes *cough*

username_8: she can stay in cincy. *liked by traviskelce*

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nfl & bengals

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nfl: battle of ohio, round 1. CINvsCLE on CBS.

username_9: joe will be fighting for his life against myles garrett.

username_10: cleveland definitely has this.

username_11: battle of ass.. wdym.

username_12: joe having legacy games while travis can barely get a touchdown. whats new?

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bengals

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bengals: arrived. CINvsCLE

username_13: lowkey looks hella comfy.

username_14: we love this.

username_15: we might have a chance now that joe isnt dressed like a girl.

username_16: browns on top. we've always had a chance.

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caption: 💆🏾‍♀️ just waiting

bengals

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bengals: 5 minutes til' showtime.

username_17: is he locked in?

username_18: zac taylor please refrain from the bs today.

username_19: browns will drop 30 on us if joe cant get a o-line.

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tmz

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tmz: in other social media, girlfriend of travis kelce, madison reaves and his ex y/n y/ln have been trending. the apparent 'one sided beef' happened when y/ln moved to cincinnati to be closer to her new boyfriend. reaves posted a instagram with the caption 'queen of the city'. enraging many.

username_20: shes being petty and im not living for it.

username_21: instigating this is wild

username_22: brittany mahomes switching up fast is insane

username_23: duexmoi about to hop on this

username_24: y/n has been awefully silent this week, no sighting at the game today either.

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bengals

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bengals: heatin' up!

username_25: we just nearly lost to watson and winston please be quiet.

username_26: who dey!

username_27: d-line and o-line daydreaming bro.

username_28: we were struggling in the first half.

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joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: keep going.

lahjay_10: burrow!!

username_29: short dude. yn.handle: hes 6'3-6'4. might be lying. username_30: shes 5'8 for the record.

username_31: mvp burrow

username_32: stop daydreaming my guy.

yn.handle: keep fighting shiesty *liked by joeyb_9*

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yn.handle

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yn.handle: his loss.

username_33: shade?

joeyb_9: that color looks good on you. yn.handle: 🫶🏾

username_34: shes so pretty, travis fumbled for that madison girl- yn.handle: she can have him 😬

username_35: i love y/n shes so real

username_36: the roulette? yn.handle: correct.

username_37: madison AND brittany been real quiet. username_38: probably because y/n has been quiet too?

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notes: i dont think ill put this on the series page but this is what y/ns social media page looks like.

hope yall enjoyed!

[jymwahuwu]

When I was picking up starfish for Neuvillette, I was illuminated by a light outside the Fortress of Meropide and automatically taken back to prison💀💔 So I'm thinking about the story of the reader trying to escape by diving and being caught by Wriothesley🥴

CW: yandere, abuse of power, non-con, escape failed, non-consensual spanking

Just today. You can escape, now or never.

You've bribed one of the guards, using all the credit coupons you earned from working in the cafeteria. He quietly brings you a set of diving equipment from outside and briefly teaches you how to use it. He's on duty today. On this day, this day only, you can take advantage of the laxity and loopholes in the guards to escape. For the past few days, you had been submissive and radiant in front of Wriothesley, warming his cock for hours. He promised to give you a day off. You can walk around the Fortress of Meropide and chat with people, or you can just sleep and read, write, munch delicious breads and desserts. It's up to you.

And you use it to escape from prison.

You were sent to the Fortress of Meropide for some ridiculous crime… or maybe even something you didn't do at all. It only took three days from the accusation to the conviction. The members of gardes somehow searched your home for "evidence of guilt". The testimonies of the witnesses all subtly accused you, as if a strange net fell from the firmament. You tried to argue and analyze the irrationality of these logics, but tears and logic… were all useless. This ordinary trial, devoid of drama, ended quickly. They escort you to an underwater prison, where you are exiled in full view of the public.

"Mmm, raise your head and let me see you."

Your eyes widened, recognizing him, a customer you met when you worked part-time in the teahouse. He helped you deal with a customer who was harassing you. Dressed in work clothes, you introduced him to new refreshments, giggling at his witty remarks. He always comes on the same afternoon, orders tea and dessert, and sits quietly, waiting to talk to you.

Once, he asked you whether the sun was so bright outside the water, and whether the people at the top of the water were the same as you. You were confused by his question at that moment.

A confession changes something. Such a peaceful life continued until one day, he hinted whether he would be lucky enough to go on a date with you, but… you had not thought about establishing any romantic relationship with the guest. Unexpectedly, the customer just nodded, kissed the back of your hand and left.

(Underwater. Inexplicable charges and sentences.) The mind is buzzing, and those clues and emotions are flooding into you. You have some understanding of what's going on-

"…It's you. It's you who is framing me…"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He smiled - with confidence and teasing. "But falsely accusing me will only make your crime worse."

You bit your lip, shaking, tears falling.

Your cell is somehow quite close to Wriothesley's office. He summons you to his office at any time, puts you on his lap, or presses on you at night. You want to resist. Once, you yelled at him in the cafeteria. Wriothesley just held your waist with one hand, took off your underwear, and slapped your exposed and swollen butt. Other prisoners were frightened.

You arrived at the appointed location, and the guard nodded to you. You prepare to put on your diving gear, but your thoughts spread like tree roots - When will Wriothesley realize you're missing? What will he do? Where can you go...Mondstadt? Sumeru is closer, but there are Matras there. They may be working with Fontaine...Wriothesley...He...

However, these are not worth mentioning in the face of freedom. You can't hide your current smile, the joy of freedom dances on the tip of your tongue, urging you to take steps forward. Beautiful sunshine. Market. The sound of people talking. The steam from the machine when brewing tea. Detective novels and newspapers. You will be able to have these again, even if you can't appear openly anymore, but it doesn't matter, anything is better than an underwater prison and a large factory.

Anywhere is better than here…

The moment you were about to dive-

a pair of arms grabbed you.

You started screaming almost immediately, broke into a cold sweat from fear, and struggled like a fish out of water without even looking at who the person behind you was. You just want to dive into the sea, but those arms are unexpectedly strong - just like when he pulled you into his arms and kissed your lips countless times. No room for rejection.

"Hey-hey, calm down, okay? Stop." He takes off your diving equipment. What Wriothesley said was like you were losing your temper, not that he was using a trick to force you to stay with him. You turned around and met his gray pupils, crying. The man still smiled and patted your head, "there there…" But as soon as he finished speaking, you found that the guard you bribed was being subdued and pinned to the ground.

"Take him away. Inform Neuvillette." He said coldly.

The guards received the order, saluted, and then forcibly escorted him away.

"…W-when did you know?" He wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing you to sniffle and whimper. You just want to ask this, to know how much you've been predicted. Does he laugh inside when he sees you being so well-behaved…? Wriothesley paused for a moment, as if he was considering how to reply, not wanting to hurt your pride. "…Is it important?"

"I want to know."

"I told you, I know everything that's going on here, the difference is whether I want to take action or not." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'll use the belt later, by the way."

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: you'd known that Simon wasn't okay since it had been announced that they'd found blood in the boiler room. his pain, his hurt, his loss had spilled out from him and into you and you'd had no clue how to handle it. and then suddenly, you'd been soothed, and all you'd been able to think of had been getting to the source of that comfort and giving thanks.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.8

Wally couldn't stop thinking about earlier. How the slopes and arches of your body fit against him like a puzzle piece. How malleable you'd been under his touch. The intense liquid heat that had thrummed between you both as he'd leaned in to kiss you; heartbeats synchronized, eyes fluttering closed, utterly surrendered to the sensation.

He'd kissed a few girls when he'd been alive. Hell, he'd made out with Dawn a handful of times when adrenaline and hormones had needed an outlet. None of those experiences held a candle to what he'd felt when he'd just barely brushed his lips to yours.

There was something underneath it all. Not just his attraction to you, which he'd harbored for going on two years now. Something else. Something mystical and big and unleashed. Maybe you already knew what it was. After all, you could reach through the veil, hear and see and feel Wally...maybe you had an explanation.

If only the connection between you and Wally hadn't made it practically impossible to finish a conversation.

"Where'd you go, Moose?"

Wally nearly jumped in surprise, having forgotten he wasn't alone. He glanced around, saw Katelynn—the computer lab fatality—and Ajay studying him as intently as Rhonda. They were in the kitchen piling a late lunch of leftovers onto their plates while, around them, the staff muddled through their end-of-day breakdown.

"Uh," Wally supplied, intelligently. He was a miserable liar, something Rhonda had teased him for mirthlessly in the past. Told him he was as easy to read as 3rd grade English (ouch). But he didn't take his promises lightly and knew he had to come up with something or Rhonda would grill him until he broke. Deflection it was, "Do you think Maddie had a good time?"

Rhonda, perched primly on a counter, rolled her eyes and plucked a bread roll from the bin one of the staff was about to seal. "Jesus, you really are ditzy for her, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that," Wally said. He really wouldn't, "I just want her to—"

"Confess her undying love? Make you the center of her universe and forget all about her dreamy, badboy ex?" Rhonda scoffed, "Hate to break it to you, hot stuff, but you'd just be a rebound and we all know how those end."

"Badly?" Katelynn guessed. Having been fifteen when she'd kicked the bucket, she'd likely never had the chance to explore the intricacies of romance. Or of all its thorns.

Rhonda's hands clamped and then bloomed in front of her as she vocalized a bomb exploding.

"No, Rhonda, that's not it," Wally spoke in long strokes, as if to a child, willing away a flash of irritation. "What I was gonna say was that I want her to know there's more to being dead than trying to solve your own murder." Since, after all was said and done, there'd be nothing left to do besides passively haunt Split River High.

And that shit got dull after a semester or two.

Unexpectedly, "I spoke to her today." Rhonda admitted, somewhat reluctant, as the group paraded from the kitchen into the cafeteria. Wally encouraged her to continue with a smile, "About how I died. She thought it could help, so..." She slid into her regular seat next to Wally, eyes fixed on her plate, "I guess it did because she took off after."

It was obvious that relinquishing even that morsel of information made her uncomfortable, shoulders curled to her ears and lips pursed, those metaphorical walls re-erecting.

Wally clapped her on the back, "You did good, Deadly." A fond nickname he used sparingly as it often earned him an elbow to the ribs.

This time, Rhonda simply glared a warning at him before tearing a piece off her bread roll and smearing it through the gravy on Wally's plate. Progress, he supposed.

To move the conversation away from Rhonda, Wally engaged Katelynn, "I saw you with the extinguisher today."

Katelynn grinned through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"You know what we should do next time? We get those chairs with the wheels, a couple of fire extinguishers..." He mimed the scene with fervor, grinning conspiratorially between the others, "We could do it in the gym. Take bets. See who goes farthest. It would be awesome!"

Rhonda patted his knee twice—thank you—under the table. How she displayed gratitude without being obvious. As discreetly as possible, Wally returned the gesture, tapping three times to indicate I've got you.

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Somehow, you'd done it: graduated to the end of the school day without incident. Sure, Mathilda had given you a funny look when you'd made your excuses to stay behind, but she'd been too distracted by what pieces to include in her portfolio to cross-examine you about it.

"Text me later, sillybean!" She called over her shoulder as she, Hana, and Lucas exited the school.

The siblings waved in unison, Hana pirouetting and blowing you a kaleidoscope of exaggerated kisses before falling back into step with her brother.

You turned back to your locker, shoving in your backpack and your uncle's hoodie. You'd accepted that the connection between you and Wally quashed any attempt you made to hide from him; berated yourself for not realizing it sooner.

After you'd closed the door and slipped the lock back into place, you mustered your courage and turned toward the direction of the theater. You could do this. Without getting sidetracked.

Yeah, you believed that about as much as you believed the lunchroom bread rolls were 'made fresh' everyday.

A metallic clamor caught your attention before you'd even stepped a foot forward, causing you to hesitate. Down several lockers along the row, Simon shook his lock against the hasp furiously. He was unmistakably upset, jaw tight, vibrating with unfettered anger.

You approached him just as he kicked the locker below his.

"Here," You said, inserting yourself between Simon and his locker, "What's the combo?"

Without pause, "8-37-15," he recited through gritted teeth.

You dialed the combination, unhooked the lock and held it out for Simon to take.

"You okay?" You asked, already aware of the answer.

"Yes." Simon lied then abruptly changed his mind, "No. I don't know." He dumped his bag at his feet and rummaged through the contents of his locker only to give up and spin around. Propped against the closed bottom level, Simon ran his hands through his hair roughly, reminding you of someone with responsibility that outweighed their experience.

"What's going on, Si?"

He lifted his head, brow creased with despair, "Aren't friends supposed to trust each other?"

The question knocked you for six. Unsure if it was rhetorical, you chose to stay quiet and, sure enough, Simon expounded. "Aren't friends supposed to tell each other things, even if it's hard? Even if they think it might hurt? Because, at the end of the day, you chose that person to be there for you no matter what. And that person chose you right back."

No questions asked. Your voice overlapped with Xavier's, years worth of emotional petitions for comfort and unbiased support echoing in your head.

Thinking of your friend, you wondered, "Is this about Nicole leaving with Xavier after lunch?"

Simon seemed surprised by the news, yet, after a second, confirmed, "Yeah. Uh, yeah, it's about that."

He stared at his feet, arms folded tightly across his middle, chewed his lip as he pondered what he wanted to disclose. Finally, "I just want to be there for her, but it's like she won't let me. And it sucks." His voice was damp with pain. "And now she's pissed and she's shut me out and...I don't know what to do."

When he raised his head again, you almost choked on the sorrow in his eyes. You wanted to hug him, hold him, cry. Here was a boy whose best friend had, for all intents and purposes, left him behind, and now he was scared he'd lost someone else.

The mounting sadness radiating from Simon made your eyes sting. You had no clue how to comfort him, not like you did Xavier or Mathilda, the two people you'd chosen and who'd chosen you back.

The strength of secondhand emotion chipped away at you, threatened to shatter you into a thousand anguished pieces, but just as you thought you would break, a familiar warmth sunk into the cracks. The sensation blossomed upward and concentrated behind your ribs, loosening a deep breath of relief.

Absently, you shifted your hand the slightest bit away from where it rested against your thigh, the movement undetectable unless one was looking for it. The warmth grew, contented and safe, and then—a whisper of fingertips across the back of your hand, there and gone.

You didn't move, kept your gaze on Simon; simply waited for Wally to enter your periphery. His back was to you, his hand returning to his jacket pocket as he, Rhonda, and a couple of others walked toward the end of the hall. You vaguely saw him split from the rest of the group, Wally going left while the other three went right.

Simon swallowed, mournful, and he rasped, "What do I do?"

Invigorated by Wally's touch, you planted yourself in front of Simon, placed your hands on his shoulders, and urged him to, "Talk to her. People knock communication like it's some cringe cliché, but it's the best way to resolve things." He nodded, weak but resolute, and you dragged him into a hug. "Trust me," You said, "Just be honest and listen. You don't have to understand everything, you just have to accept it."

Simon chuckled wetly, squeezed you tighter for an instant before releasing you.

"Thanks."

"Any time." You meant it. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," Simon said, scrubbing the back of his wrist over his eyes, "I'll be fine." He cleared his throat, "Listen, um, I forgot something in the cafeteria, but if you want to wait I could give you a ride home."

Something in his tone suggested the offer was halfhearted, though you appreciated it all the same.

"Nah, it's cool. I have to study." You replied, already positioning yourself to leave. Simon didn't mention that the library was in the other direction, merely flashed you a small, grateful smile.

"See you tomorrow." He saluted.

Free to excuse yourself, you found you had to fight the desire to go go go, hurry, go, that warm sensation purring louder the closer you got to the theater. Fuck making sure the coast was clear, you were supposed to be in there right now; swung the door open with probably a lot more force than necessary.

Wally, who had been sitting on the edge of the stage awaiting your arrival, hopped down as soon as you entered the darkened space, his gaze instantly locking with yours.

One dubious step, two, three, and the warmth fizzled and licked inside you, encouraging your pace to quicken, faster, nearer. You broke into a run, closing the distance, Wally's stare never wavering. With less than a foot remaining, you sprung up, body colliding into his. He caught you easily, held you in his arms with one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist.

No thoughts, no words, no inhibitions; fever-hot and eager; Wally's jaw in your palms, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his.

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PART SEVEN - PART NINE

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[reallyromealone]

FLUFFTOBER DAY 8

Title: apple(?) picking

Fandom: voltron

Characters: lotor

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: lotor x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, flufftober, cute, lotor is ooc, lotor is a devoted husband

Notes:

Summary: (name) remembers fondly his days on earth during the fall, lotor decides to recreate it

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No one knew how lotor... Acquired this human pet of his but no one dared to question the princes choices. (Name) Was dressed in the prettiest clothes, sheer and beautiful with gold accents.

"What has you so sad, my love?" Lotor asked his beloved who leaned into the princes touch, a sign of relief as gentle kisses were placed on his neck.

"I was just reminiscent of holidays I would celebrate on earth... It's almost Halloween there..." He whispered, turning to kiss his husbands cheek while the prince hummed "explain this holiday" the man lightly demanded, cuddling his beloved like a stuffed animal. Rarely he had downtime like this so he was going to spend it listening to his lover's tales of earth.

He didn't care much for earth but he cared for (name).

"Well Halloween is a celebration where people would decorate their house in scary decor and children would dress like monsters and get sweets from houses... But my favorite when I was a child was apple picking with my mother..." (Name)s voice was so sweet and gentle "we would bake apple pies and if I was good, she would make me a caramel apple... It was always my favorite"

Lotor was quiet while listening, only this gentle with his fragile human who was so sweet for him "enough of my rambles of the past... How was your day darling?" (Name) Was completely unaware of the war, not a clue in his pretty head of the things that happened around him.

His life revolved around lotor and only lotor, pampered and given anything his hear could desire with the exchange of pure devotion.

(Name) Slept peacefully, curled in the blankets without his jewlery adorning his body but the thing gold choker graced his neck. Lotor stared at him lovingly, looking at the marks from last night's act of love, he enjoyed the domestic bliss he got to have even for a moment with the other.

Today he had important plans...

He kept (name) on a planet hidden from the radars and only select staff were on site, it was a paradise for the gem.

And currently he was creating the story (name) shared with him. He couldn't obtain these apples to his annoyance due to the short notice but he got the closest thing he could to the texture and shape, the perfect orchard for his perfect husband.

Wicker baskets and decor that were as fall themed as the alien could figure out, a true declaration of love with this.

Everything was perfect...

Perfect for his beloved.

"What's this?" (Name) Held the ornate box curiously, it was thin and wide... Clothing possibly? "Open it" lotor grinned, leaning closer to nip at the others chin, (name) carefully lifting the box and looked confused while lifting the cable knit sweater 'happy Halloween' written on the front, a bat under it "what is this...?" He smiled at the soft material, lotor giving a cocky smirk "I know I was rough on you but I would assume you knew what this was, little human"

"Thank you..."

Lotor felt prideful at his beloveds smile, immediately put it on and hug himself "it's so warm!"

"That's not all, little star..."

(Name) Was absolutely giddy when he saw the orchard, running inside to see the trees before turning back to the prince "do you like it?"

"We will bring our children here!" (Name) Said seriously, lotor chuckling at his beloved who took his hand and led him through the orchard, grabbing a basket as they walked.

Lotors height made it easy to grab fruits towards the top "we should make tarts after this..."

"Anything you desire, my sweet"

[softgreengrass]

would you be willing to do a sad nat one shot? sorry I just need to feel something 💀

Punishment

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: you are dead (sorry) and nat has to live with that 😞 (most of this takes place inside of a dream hopefully it’s not too confusing)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: death,, referenced torture

Author’s Note: sorry this is on the shorter side! tysm for requesting ☺️ i also use fanfiction to feel so hopefully it’s sad enough for you

It’s a nightmare, like always. You’re there, like always.

“Nat!” your voice rings out, light and sweet in the hazy morning light, and Natasha rolls over, burying her face in your side of the bed. It’s still warm. “Nat!”

“Five more minutes,” she grumbles back.

Your footsteps come to a stop next to the bed. “I made cinnamon rolls, you know.”

Natasha smiles to herself. It all feels so, so real. The sheets smell like your lotion, and the sun is pale through the curtains, just like it always is in winter. How it was the last winter you were with her.

You poke her shoulder. “Aren’t you supposed to be a superspy? Get up.”

“I’m off the clock,” she says, sitting up anyways. The glimmer in your eyes looks so real. Her lungs tighten at that, and she wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you tight.

You laugh and run your fingers through her hair. “Missed me that much, huh?”

She closes her eyes and sinks deeper into you, praying as hard as she ever has. Begging for just one more life with you. She remembers how to breathe again as you scratch her scalp gently and lean into her embrace, and she inhales you again.

After far too little time passes, you rest your hands on her shoulders. “Come on, baby. They’re gonna get cold.”

She lets you lead her out of the bedroom, hands intertwined. The apartment looks just how you left it. Because it’s so easy to, she slips back into routine. Like you’re there every day when she wakes up. She tugs open the blinds over the sink and waters the plants on the windowsill; you pour two cups of coffee. You sit down at the table together like it’s any old Saturday.

“What’s with you today?” you ask with a slight smile, immediately pulling a cinnamon roll from the pan.

“Me?” Natasha replies.

“No, the milkman.”

She grins, shaking her head. “Sorry. I don’t know, I’m just out of it.”

“Well, you’re not too out of it to talk crossword, right?”

God, she had forgotten about that. You’ve been on a crossword kick lately, though you heavily rely on Natasha’s knowledge bank of language and policy and science. Really, you mostly cover the pop culture clues. “Never.”

You spread the newspaper out between the both of you and drop a pencil in front of her. “I’ll start with down, you’ll start with across?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You scribble down some answers, eyebrows furrowed.

Natasha stands up for a moment, just to get the cream, but when she turns back around she’s not in the kitchen anymore. She’s strapped to that chair, staring at you in that cell. Your eyes are bloodshot. The dreams always wind up here, no matter how innocently they start, and Natasha’s stomach churns.

“Nat,” you croak, and her heart shatters for the millionth time.

She thrashes against her restraints, but they must be made of fucking vibranium because they cut into her wrists without budging. She doesn’t have any tricks up her sleeve — she’s in her pajamas, for God’s sake. No widow’s bite or portable EMP. Not even a way to signal Clint.

“Nat, please,” you beg, your voice as raw as the bruises on your face.

“I’m going to-” she says, struggling against the restraints again. “I’m going to get you out.”

But of course, she can’t. She might as well be a bronze statue in that chair. They’re going to make her watch you die again.

She racks her brain for as long as she can, fights the excruciating dejá vu. Maybe something will be different this time. Maybe she can get someone’s attention, some lackey she can convince to let her out. She’ll murder them all, then. Murder them and take you home.

A vent catches her eye, in the corner of your cell. You don’t have much at your disposal, but there’s a food tray on the floor that might work. She has to say your name three times before you recognize it.

“What?” you ask suddenly, eyes wide.

“I need you to try something, okay?”

You’re weak. You’ve been there for days at the minimum, been under intense interrogation lights and an array of torture methods. Natasha was the one trained for that, not you. “I don’t know…”

“Please.”

You swallow iron-tinged spit.

“Can you break that in half?” Natasha whispers, flicking her eyes to the tray. She doesn’t remember if you’re under surveillance or not. She figures you must be.

Your hands shake as you reach for it. It must be tin, that’s how flimsy and light it is, but you know you don’t have the strength to break it by hand. That ship sailed about three gut punches ago. You’d vomited out everything but your will to live, though that was fading fast too.

“Use your legs,” Natasha hisses like she can read your mind. “Stick it under something, get leverage.”

The sight of you stumbling to the bunk sends fire up her throat. She’s going to burn them all alive.

You wedge the tray under one of the bunk’s legs and pull up on the other side before stepping down on it as hard as you can. All it does is fold in half.

“Fuck,” Natasha mutters. “Can you rip it? With your teeth or something?”

You’re pretty sure your teeth would fall out if you so much as bite an apple, so you drive the tray down on the sharpest edge you can find: the corner of the tiny sink. Later, Natasha will think about how strange it was that the cell had so many amenities. She’ll come up with triple the ways to escape. All too late.

The corner pierces it, and you claw at the hole until the tray is split in half. It slices your fingers in more places than you can count.

“Use it on the vent,” Natasha says. Despite herself, she feels an ember of hope in her chest. You’d never gotten this close before. She can barely watch as you balance on top of the sink, trying to shove the sharp little metal sheet into the seam between the vent and wall. It’s slippery with blood.

A door in the cell she hadn’t even noticed swings open. A man in black storms in. Before she can get a word out, he grabs you, throws you to the ground.

Natasha recoils, forcing her eyes back open as quickly as possible. He kicks you, over and over, and you cry for mercy.

Her restraints seem to tighten. They cut off her circulation, so that not even dislocating her wrists would let her save you. She’s absolutely helpless. You sob and curl into yourself, and she’s sure she’s never felt such anguish before. But she has, and she certainly will again.

Her eyes shoot open to dark ceiling. She’s in the living room, using the couch like a cot. She still hasn’t brought herself to touch the bed you made. She probably never will.

She drags herself to her feet and shuffles to the kitchen counter, turning on the electric kettle. Only chamomile helps her breathe now.

All those people she’d managed to kill. All those missions she’d executed to perfection, for the Red Room and HYDRA and Fury. All of the people caught in the crossfire of her tunnel vision. And yet, in the single most important moment of her life, she had failed. Failed.

She figures it could’ve been karma. A cosmic punishment for the arrogance of trying to wipe her slate clean. With that much sin to atone for, she shouldn’t be able to live happily. That’s what the universe seems to think, at least.

[xviiperr]

Yantober Day 1

Link to Ozzgin's prompts! Thank you so much for putting this together for the community, @ozzgin !

This is the first time I have ever done an October drawing challenge and what better than to draw for one of my favorite hyperfixations!

Today's prompt was: "Love At First Sight" and I had put together a scrappy drawing of a character concept I've had for a while now!

It's not perfect but, I did enjoy drawing one of my yandere OCS 🙏 I can't wait to show you guys day 2!

TW: Bright colors, blood!

To be completely honest, I hadn't a clue what I was doing. Anyhoo, this guy's name is Jean-Luc and they're an interesting robo/person. Jean-Luc uses they/them pronouns and I tried to model their color scheme off of the nonbinary flag!

The idea that I had for their character is that they are a person who was infected by an AI that gradually took over its host's body and fused the human's mind with the AI. Still a work in progress for Mx. Jean-Luc but, enjoy them!

From the sketchbook! :

EDITS TO POST: I forgot to @ the creator 💀 and I added the sketchbook drawing! I don't do digital much because it's a little tricky for me to work with haha! But, I'm making it a challenge to experiment with a new medium this year 💪

[mvltiwritez1]

Not To Offend - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

Request from @angelagiarratana - “Angela eats something she hates because you made it”

WARNING(S): textural issues

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Beef stroganoff.

Angela's enemy ever since she first tried it at five years old.

And now here she was with a plate of the sludge that is beef, cream of mushroom soup, and noodles in front of her. Ready to be eaten and enjoyed by someone other than her.

She didn't want to risk hurting Y/n's feelings so she psyched herself up to eat a dish she hadn't eaten since she was really young.

Y/n sat down beside Angela, her own plate in front of her now after she served herself. She looks over at Angela with a smile before taking a bite. Angela swallowed thickly and gathered some of the stroganoff on her fork, debating on if she should just bite it or give herself some time.

“If you don’t like it, I won’t be offended. It’s not everyone’s thing. I can order a pizza instead” Y/n said light heartedly, she must’ve noticed Angela not eating or talking at all. Angela blushed slightly and shook her head.

“I’m sure it’s great, I’m just a little spacey today” Angela used her excellent acting skills to explain sheepishly.

“Alright then. Just let me know if you don’t like it okay? I care about you, I will not be upset” Y/n stressed but the tiny voice in the back of her mind told her not to tell the truth and to suck it up.

Angela finally was ready to take a bite and did so, holding it still in her mouth before starting to chew.

The taste wasn’t that bad but the texture was way more uncomfortable than Angela remembered. So much so that the sounds in her own head caused her to shiver slightly out of discomfort.

Y/n kept watch through her peripheral vision. Hoping that if Angela didn’t like it, she would speak up.

But Angela didn’t.

She swallowed the bite roughly and took another bite. She shivered again uncontrollably and Y/n pulled the plate that was in front of Angela away slowly.

“Ange.” Y/n spoke softly and Angela swallowed again. She smiled at Y/n disingenuously, her mask slipping ever so slightly.

“What’s up?” She asked, looking at the plate.

“You’re not eating this anymore. I can tell you don’t like it” Y/n didn’t sound disappointed and a wave of relief washed over Angela.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings” Angela let her head down to look at her nails, her voice dripping in guilt. Y/n chuckled softly

“I told you it’s okay, I’m not hurt by it. Plus, there’s more leftovers for me to have” Y/n replied, her tone soft and comforting as it normally was.

“I’m so glad that you’re not offended. It’s just the texture and I tried it only when I was a kid so I hoped I would like it more now that I’m older” Angela rambled slightly, looking back at Y/n, who was smiling back at her.

“Of course I’m not. Let’s order a pizza” Y/n offered and Angela smiled softly.

“Let’s” she replied.

They ended up getting a pizza and watching movie musicals until late in the night.

A/N: short one, I know. Usually my fics run to 1000 words minimum but this is around 536. Also, I had no clue what dish to use so I wrote about Beef stroganoff 💀 hope you enjoy!

[evolnoomym]

Ohhhhhh what do we have here ?????? Is that a snippet from that Killer!Moon x Joel Fic?????? A moodboard????????

Oh yes it is 😏😏😏🌙🔪

(Btw Joel now will be a sheriff, police officer, agent or idk something like that. 😂)

Not beta read (next time I swear)💀💀💀

People who seemed interested : @aurorawritestoescape @clawdee 🙏🏻

For Joel there’s been two significant changes, both in his work life and private life. One bad and the other good. Equally impactful for Joel.

He was never happier yet also never more concerned for Austin and its residents.

6 months ago the number of missing people, especially when it comes to men, went up without any explanation. It got worse when the first body’s, or more whatever was left behind, would be found. Whoever was doing this knew exactly what they were doing, the remains could usually never get identified. No fingerprints, no teeth and no personal items that could give any clue to who it was. Missing cases now turned into murder investigations and that meant increasingly more pressure. 

His only respite?

You.

He met you approximately 3 months ago, at the garden store you worked at. You were tending to the plants when he approached asking about a plant for beginners, Tommy, he was moving in with Maria and the plant would be a housewarming gift. 

He felt drawn to you almost instantly. A sweet and kind nature, appealing to him. He came back to the store multiple times after, under the disguise of needing “more plants” and you definitely caught on to what he was doing. To Joel’s surprise you were not opposed to flirting with him in the slightest. Next he asked you out and the rest was history.

He loved you.

Today was date night, you had cooked a delicious spaghetti carbonara and poured him his favorite whiskey but all Joel could think about was the most recently discovered body. 

You on the other hand were unaware of Joel’s inner turmoil, no, you enjoyed the spaghetti and thoughts about which movie the two of you should watch later.

“You know,” he spoke up and you looked at him “there’s been a new one.” 

You looked away from him momentarily, swallowed and then turned back to him with raised brows “Really?” He only hummed in conformation. 

You mulled over the news “They know who it is?” There was no emotion in your voice, it sounded clinical. 

“Course not,” he sighed, “they think it’s all connected.” 

“What?”

“The cases from up north, down south and maybe even further out.” He closed his eyes and started anxiously rubbing at the patch on his jaw with one hand.

Your warm hand engulfing his laying on the table pulled him out of his stupor “I’m sorry Joel, I know all of this is hard on you” he opened his eyes to your gorgeous smile and warm eyes. His comfort place personified. 

Your touch, that is all it takes to get rid of the gut wrenching feeling. He lifts the hand you are holding onto, up to his lips to press soft kisses on the back of your hand.

In between he whispers “How did I get so lucky,” smooth talker “such a darlin and you’re all mine.” 

Poor Joel has no idea that the devil might as well sit right next to him. 

It’s not like you don’t love him too, no, you do. He is wonderful, despite being 20 years older he was not any less capable. A loving man, with a great personality, cooking skills, sense of humor and someone who knows how to use their cock. Sex with Joel was a spectacular experience. Even with his busy schedule he still took his time to properly take you apart, those nights ended with an inability to walk, a sore pussy and ruined sheets. 

He was perfect and as much as you tried to not let it get this far you know there’s absolutely no going back.

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[just-a-floofy-catt]

I HAVE RETURNED WITH MORE UTY

I have absolutely no clue why i did this

But i had an urge to put him in the cone of shame

So i did

I was listening to Lovejoy and even though this is not really inspired by the song at all, there was one line in Consequences that just implanted this idea in my head and i couldnt help myself XD

Hes trying to flirt

Smol Farmer boi serenades you :3

And also a very shaped Dalv in his cloak

I AM LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO DRAW EVERY CHARACTER I REALLY LIKE IN A DRESS AT SOME POINT

its like a tradition XD

I just really like putting my favourite characters in fun pretty outfits lmao, and that happens to include dresses too

And a dress sure as hell aint gonna stop him from shootin >:3

I did also have one more doodle from today but idk how to feel about it 💀

It looks kinda weird cus the posing is off, and its also a tad suggestive lmao

So im still contemplating it being shown

But now im off to go and draw even more XD ✨️

[msallurea]

Part 2 of whatever mystery guy manifesting me:

YALL LMFOAOAOA so as yall know from a couple posts back I had mentioned that I had dreams of some guy who I had no clue who it was and was saying affs in my head that I never even thought about making up and came to the conclusion someone is manifesting me right? OK so for a while the dreams did stop and wasn't as crazy...so today the person crossed my mind again in a bit of a blur image of how this person looks right? So last night I fell asleep and just was like "tomorrow I'm gonna see signs of what this person is like". I even opened my pinterest and made a board called "him" for a little razzle dazzle mind u i didnt save anything in it yet.

Fast forward to today yall tell me why i opened up pinterest and my pins were flooded with a bunch of different dudes LMFAOOAOA💀 But as I'm saving the photos taking them all in I kept noticing they all had this similar "angsty teen" theme look to them where they were kind rough and masculine looking but in a good way?😭 so yall me being the overthinking sucker I am I thought "ok person if you're real then give me a message that you're there" ....yall I refreshed my pinterest and was randomly scrolling and then..

...YALL LMFOAOA😭😭😭

And what's actually crazy is that the dreams the writing font is eerily similar apparently this person writes love letters or is just a really good writer and I kept getting like little intuitive feelings the person aura was kinda similar to eminem in the 2000s aka his slim shady era. Mind you I don't have any pins of eminem in my pinterest, tell me why this the pic that comes after I refreshed

I AM SO DONE LFMAOSOSOK😭😭

[illarian-rambling]

@tragedycoded you convinced me to do this lol, the dnd brainrot is bad today 💀

A Non-Comprehensive List of Past, Present, and Future Dnd OCs (because they are dear to me)

Silvield of Purple Marsh (former pc)

Stats: Silvie was a gnome mastermind rogue. She had stupidly cracked charisma, but was good at literally nothing else. Eat hot chip and lie really were her only two skills.

Backstory: Born into a doomsday cult, Silvie was taught growing up that any material possession was sinful. However, when a famine hit her little commune, she ran away out of necessity and fear that, as a tasty and tender gnome, she was gonna be first on the menu once things got truly desperate. She found her way into a nearby city where she turned to crime to survive. The moment she got her first taste of luxury after a successful job, she decided she was going to become the richest person in the world. As you can see, she coped so well with the religious trauma.

Highlights: Silvie had a pet crawling claw. Like the monster. She got ambushed by a pack and managed to tame one, which she then used to remotely pickpocket people with wild abandon. She once hid in a pickle barrel after being trapped in a burning basement. She had a real and serious feud with the party's adopted 13yo npc. Our paladin's spectral steed was a Nightmare, and she was always kinda scared it was gonna eat her. In general, she was very aware of how snackable she was in a world of monsters and giants.

Gillaria Half-Haru (former pc)

Stats: Gill (pronounced Jill) was a half-elf battle smith artificer/gunslinger fighter (5/5 lv split). She was a real smarty pants, but her charisma was utter dogshit. Genuinely, I think it's impressive that a half-elf with a base +2 to charisma still ended up with an 8 overall.

Backstory: She was a science mormon. That kinda sums it up. Gill was the illegitimate daughter of a human noblewoman, so soon after she was born, she was given to a convent to stay out of sight and mind. This convent was dedicated to Relhan, the god of invention, so Gill was raised with a hammer and tongs in hand. She was taught how to breathe life into her mechanical creations, and she did lose a hand in a forge accident at some point, but she was chill with it. Things got bad when an invading army swept through the land when Gill was about 17. The army decided worship of Relhan was heretical, so her temple was put to the torch. Gill escaped, the last survivor of her order and sole keeper of the knowledge of how to make living machines.

Highlights: Gill often preached on street corners in an effort to revive her faith. Given her dogshit charisma, this usually ended in her getting pelted with rotting fruit. She was a... trusting sort and signed a devil's contract in exchange for a gun haunted by a dragon in like session 3 - and of course offered to put the dragon's soul (red dragon, mind you) into an airship at the earliest possible convenience. She had two robot companions - Anatolius and Aneira - whom she treated like her son and daughter. Gill was also my only character to ever perma-die. In the second to last session, she finally completed her squirrel-powered death ray and the party decided to take it for a spin by attacking the guild hall of our rivals. Gill told Anatolius to fire the death ray at the air ship our rivals sent up to fight us, which took four rounds. She then flew over to the other ship to look at the engine. Time was... not accounted for. At least she finally got proof that her god was real.

Tiany Treewalker (former pc)

Stats: An earth genasi wild magic barbarian/battlemaster fighter (10/4 split), Tiany was a beefy gal. The tough feat combined with an uncanny amount of luck made her basically unkillable by outside efforts. However, her -2 wisdom made her likely enough to get herself killed anyways.

Backstory: Tiany was my amnesiac character. Sue me. The only clue as to her past was a large scar over one eye. The DM actually hid skill proficiencies from me in the early sessions, so I would roll on a random check only to have surprise proficiency in it. Eventually, Tiany would learn that she'd been a mercenary along with her mother and cousin. Her cousin betrayed both of them in an important battle and got her mother killed, but Tiany was what was known in-universe as a Glitch (someone with latent time powers) so she used her time travel to escape a decade ahead, losing her memories due to the axe her cousin took to her head.

Highlights: Tinay was nigh unkillable and boy did I abuse that. Early on, she learned that the crystals that powered airships could be powdered. This quickly descended into her running an Arklight crystal cartel as the boss of a pack of cranium rats, which she controlled with a magic saxophone. She also invented the scry-phone. Our DM ruled that the scrying eye the scrying spell sends out is a physical object, so Tiany, equipt with a scrying orb, began using the spell to scry on people, smack them with the scrying eye til they looked at the nearest dirt, and writing a message with the eye in said dirt (using her calligraphy tools proficiency, of course). When we were in our WWE arc, her wrestling persona was Sailor Doom and she wore a very cute lacy dress. She had a New Zealander accent (aka my best impression of Dee Bradley Baker doing his best impression of Temura Morrison). Also her real name, as she eventually learned, was Rhonda.

Lady 3250 (current pc)

Stats: Lady is a creation bard with, surprisingly, no dogshit stats. She's just chilling. In-universe, she's a BigGnomeXL brand autognome (which is just a medium sized autognome). Her two creature types are construct and undead, which we'll get to.

Backstory: Starting her life as a glorified security camera in an art gallery, Lady's first memories are of art and of signing in many beautiful people to see the art - all of their names starting with lady. Eventually, she decided that she wanted to pursue art on her own. She quit the job she'd been created to do and joined an artist's guild, which she promptly got kicked out of after making a lewd statue of the guildmaster after he changed her contract without asking her. She acted as a freelance artist after that, keeping up loose contact with her 'brother' SP, an older autognome model who lived in the local junkyard.

Highlights: Lady is somehow an undead robot. She got bathed in cursed energy after trying to steal an evil tome and now she grows TLOU mushrooms. She's got quite the collection of cursed tomes which all inevitably end up covered in glitter within her tote bag. As a creation bard, she's got a fun ability where she can make any object under a certain amount of gold pieces. So far, her top hits have been a lead block used as a counterweight to hang a dragon, a 5-5-5ft cube of pollen, a 5-5-5ft cube of wet concrete pushed onto a skeleton which she now keeps in her room, and a bushel of catnip summoned when fighting rakshasas. Speaking of dragons, in her short time, Lady has catfished two adult dragons. They really like it when you let them know how much you care about their hoard.

Gris (former pc)

Stats: Gris was a changeling swashbuckler rogue who mostly went by the identity of (heavy sigh) Ivander Briskwell (I was writing MG1 one at the same time as I was playing them and I thought it'd be funny. I now have to specify Ivander M. and Ivander B. to all my irl friends). Though this isn't a game stat, it is good to know that the rest of the party consisted of a 15yo bear trainer from a circus, an 18yo priest on her first mission, and a 17yo artificer trying to prove himself to his parents. Gris was 35 and had a mortgage to pay off.

Backstory: Gris was formerly part of a successful thief's guild until, on their last job, they made a fatal mistake. They had taken the face of a freshly dead woman they'd seen on the side of the road, thinking they couldn't possibly run into a dead woman as they might with a living one. However, they did run into the woman's family. Unaware of her passing, the family of Edra Pell was delighted to have 'her' back after two weeks missing (mind you, she'd only been dead a day or two when Gris had found her). Looking into their earnest eyes, Gris just couldn't tell them that no, their wife and mother was actually dead. They went with the family and for three years lived as Edra Pell. As they fell in love with her husband Imir and three kids - Ivy, Orchid, and Oak - Gris realized they couldn't keep doing this. They struck off, saying Edra had gotten a well-paying job as a lord's traveling laundress, which was good since the farm wasn't doing too well. In truth though, Gris turned to a life of adventuring in order to make approximately 25,000 gp, which is what it would cost to raise the real Edra from the dead.

Highlights: Gris was a sort of spiritual successor to Elsind, as they were WAY too nervous to be out there adventuring. They had a crippling phobia of the undead, which was great, as the driver of the party's carriage with a headless horseman (who everyone shipped Gris with, including me). However, the one area they succeded in was keeping up their disguise. I went into this campaign wanting to see how long this changeling could pass themself off as an elf. With no elven abilities, the fact that they couldn't help their disguise while unconscious or asleep, and the fact that the DM had me roll deception checks to keep up the disguise after taking a lot of damage, I expected people to catch on within a few sessions. Not so. Gris remained Ivander Briskwell the elf for three irl months with no one the wiser. Eventually, the cleric caught on during a midnight ambush, but the campaign ended before anyone else did. Between all the undead and keeping up a disguise, poor Gris ended the campaign with an alcohol problem they certainly didn't start it with.

Conri Stormbeard (prospective pc) (please I need to play this man so bad)

Stats: My hypothetical lad is an aasimar echo knight. Kind of a scuffed aasimar though. His halo's all rusty.

Backstory: A long-time mercenary raised in the depths of a dwarven mine, Conri would do anything for some coin, including volunteer to drink a weird potion his commanding officer handed him. The next thing he knew, Conri found himself in a cell staring into his own eyes. Well, not quite his. Born of an alchemy he doesn't understand, another version of Conri now exists, tied to him and seemingly undying so long as Conri lives. Conri names the other him Cathan and the two escape, all while struggling to navigate the fact that Cathan both doesn't talk and popped into existence no more than a few days ago, so he's still figuring things like grass and clothing out. Given that the two can't get more than 30ft apart without Cathan dissolving back into alchemical goo, Conri decides that it's now his goal to find a way to separate the two.

Highlights: None yet, but I promise I will give this man an aggressively Scottish accent. He isn't a dwarf, but he was certainly raised by them.

Ok brainrot over, thank you for your time <3

[tvlipsandbread]

Today I read Song of the Magdalene, thanks to my friend (ily Lee <3), anyways, it’s a “Christian novel” but it’s a fictional piece. It entails of the adventures, love and tragedy of Mary Magdalene before she met Jesus. Obviously we have no clue what her life was like, but the book was interesting nonetheless and a good read. So if you already planned to read it at some point here’s a spoiler alert.

So basically the part of the book that consumes my thoughts is the relationship between Miriam ( Mary) and her love interest Abraham. Abraham is cripple, unfortunately the religious people of those times did not view it as an illness or disability, instead they dubbed him an idiot ( he was very intelligent) and cursed, or plagued by evil. Miriam also discovered and hid the fact that she experienced “fits” (she had epilepsy, I think). Anyways they fell in love, and religious or not I think it’s a type of love anyone would want.

Bear with me as I try to get to my point. Her father is rather wealthy, she’s of “age”(she was fifteen💀) and she needs to get married, she’s expected to get married to a proper Jewish man. She’s very independent and unlike the other women in her village, she also has the seizures which she keeps a secret from the majority (which makes her undesirable and not a proper fit,her words not mine). She wants to marry Abraham, but he’s cripple, it would look bad, they aren’t even sure if it was possible to conceive children in the union. So she decides she’ll never marry. Her relationship with Abraham blossoms despite this. In the latter part of the book he gets sick, and everyone in the household can tell that he’ll die. They kiss, sleep side by side, she takes care of him, she’s washed his body, oiled his feet yadda yadda, and it’s suggested that they had sex because she does end up carrying his child. He ends up dying, and her father is on edge about the pregnancy, he didn’t want his grandchild to be a “bastard”. He wished more than anything that Abraham pulled out the ring before he died, that they made their union official and public, forcing the community to accept them, it never happened. I don’t know the exact quote word for word, but Miriam says something kinda like this “married in the eyes of the creator” and calls him her husband.

Now, if anyone even sees this, I know some members of the faith might have something to say about it. It put the whole meaning of marriage in a new perspective for me. Can two people be married before they’ve actually gotten married?. I’ve never been in love so what do I know, but let’s say two people are in love, it’s a pure, honest love that’s pleasing to God. Is it possible (both partners are of faith) that God could bless the union, and accept it as a marriage, even without the ring, or the vows, or the ceremony. I would like to think so. Based on my knowledge, marriage in a spiritual point of view is not about any of those things, isn’t it the joining of two souls under the watchful eye of the Creator?. I’m sure this has been said or discussed before, I just wanted to type my thoughts.

Edit: their relationship kinda reminds me of the song fragile by laufey

[pop-punk-furbies]

Hello!! I’m cas, Ive been hyper fixated on furbies (among other things) for about a year now. I collect them and customize them!! My friend gifted me one of their old ones at school today. I was repacking my bag so I could fit it in there and then head to class.

While im doing this some person I’ve never seen in my life comes up to me and says

“Hey is that a furby?”

I’m kinda like “yeah haha”

They then say they’ve seen my around school and like my outfits and whatever then continue to say

“That furbies so ugly/creepy!” And then just kind of leave.

This isn’t the first time someone’s said this about my furbies before and it’s just like damn. You don’t HAVE to like furbies but I feel it’s extremely rude to say.

I know this person did not know me but like dude. Why would I have a furby at school if I did not like them 💀 use context clues please

It’s not just been this one time I’ve had friends tell me they are creepy after me talking about my own furbies and how much I MYSELF love them. They don’t have ill intent but it still very much hurts my feelings. I try and shrug it off and not take it too seriously but like still.

Anyways!!! If someone tells you about something they love!! Please be kind!!! Don’t be an asshole!!

[piratefern]

Redesign time! First one is December 2021 and the newest I finished today :D

049 and 106 have more personality in their designs but then theres just… 035. The boy, he’s perfect as he is XD Though I did give him a peasant design for his past and a containment design, 049 hasn’t changed his style once and I wasn’t planning on drawing 106 when he got captured cause it wasn’t relevant to what I wanted to do, but I might make one who knows XD

added things like more fingies cause my art style has more, well, fingies, plus simplified 049 and made 106 more complex

Definitely happy with the differences, I didn’t realise how old it looked until now cause I loved the 035 design so much 💀 

Ive been drawing some more scp’s in my sketchbook book so ill probably post those later too

edit: forgot to mention I made 049 more avian like cause I love those types of designs okie bye

EDIT 2: “Hassel” should be spelt “Hasel” I had no clue i was putting an extra “s” in there so ignore that XD and I had no clue 035 actually had a name I thought it was just something people called him, I feel like a fool 💀 so i’m changing “jester” to “Dỳo” like in the villains wiki since I’ve been using the villains wiki names XD