#so maybe snip on sunday?? idk

[bigalockwood]

So…. Little heads-up. I’ll bump up the age rating for come closer and see into the dark once it’s time for chapter 3.

[kevotsuka]

I need to hear your detailed thoughts on pregnant bezz lol. It's clear it's going to be like a single dad situation bc he has no clue who the dad is. He's a Lil nervous but the academy is very nice about it. Pecco just wordlessly starts accompanying him to every doctor's appointment. Luca is making sure he gets his prenatal vitamins on time and resting his feet and cele is a little distant at first which makes bezz feel a little sad and he doesn't know what to do about it and Luca comes over to cele and tells him to not hurt bezz when he's expecting and cele feels soo guilty he would never do anything to hurt bezz or the baby but he feels insane about the whole situation and also is a little bit obsessed with bezz and his teeny growing bump anyway they make up and cele never leaves his side like they sleep together and he rubs Bezz's feet and let's Bezz hug his cold post shower body because he's burning up due to the baby. Just my silly thoughts I want your preg bezz thoughtsssssssssss

Anon you're sooo smart because all what you say IS TRUE. Cele is so weird about preg!bezz and luca need to talk with him “how you can make our pregbez being sad?” Jail for celin. Personally I am more into bez/pecco for this AU, but bezz has a harem who cares about him and his lil babybug :)

SO THANKS for waiting for my little silly thoughts about preg!bezz, he’s very important to me lmao.

I'm writing a fic (in spanish) about this snip, i don't think i wanna post it, but preg bezz is a 9k gdocs and tried to kill me 

A thing about Bezz is how PRIVATE he wants to be (he fails). Like, he tried to separate his work and his personal life.

So in my timeline bezz was pregnant in Aus, and at first he had a very asymptomatic preg. Maybe he confuses the symptoms with the consequences of his broken collarbone, idk.

anyways, he don't ride out of weekend, don’t go to the ranch, barely training and lives stressed, sad and high in FEELINGS

It's not until before Valencia (Friday maybe) that he realize “oh, I might be pregnant” and then he DON'T CARE because it's the end of the season and all he want to do is go take a nap with his dog.  He will deal with the bug when the tests are over.

He rides on Saturday and he doesn't do too bad but he hates himself because he could be better, but it is Sunday when he FALLS because Marquez HIT HIM and he realizes that with that blow he could have lost the bug and suddenly it is unacceptable. He drinks beers on an empty stomach, goes to yell at Marc at his truck, drinks some more, goes to SKY and says “Did you know Marquez hit US?”  to anyone who wants to listen to him (people think he's talking about him and Martín, so they don't pay much attention to him)

He goes, picks up his prize completely done and thinking about his bug and how maybe he lost it because of Marquez and cries a little because of the alcohol and hormones, but do you remember that he is a private person?  DON'T TELL ANYONE.  Not his family who is there for him.  Not even Valentino.

pass the valence tests (and Bezz is irresponsible and gets back on the motorcycle) and is wednesday and Marco is at home, with his dog and looking for the number of a former schoolmate who he is sure became a gynecologist and deal with his bug that he may have lost (and he touches his belly and silently begins to pray to a god he hasn't believed in a long time).

 the bug is okay :) But beez need to stop riding rn, avoid the levels of stress that he have subjected his body and mind to in recent weeks.  That is if he want to take the baby to term, if not there is also an abortion clinic quite close there.

THEN he have the dilemma of “have the baby or continue your life as if nothing had happened?”  And the answer is that he will have that baby because he is a selfish man who feels lonely.

THEN, only after the first visit to the gynecologist post valencia test he calls Valentino and says “haha boss sorry I need to terminate my contract due to health problems :(“ and “don't you need a sexy pregnant secretary? I really can't stay without a work rn”

Valentino just lost TWO drivers in less than a month and is, of course, mad as shit, but he's also a father and tells Marco (once he hears that apparently he's going to be GRANDPA because bez is also his son) that it's okay, the academy will help you and support you in everything etc etc if you decide to return.

Marco doesn't want to tell to the boys of the academy.  Like, not at all.  He prefers to go hide in the hills before telling his friends that he chose to be a 'father' instead of chasing everyone's dream and becoming a motogp world champion etc etc

So he doesn't tell them anything (yet, he will eventually).

It is made public that he will leave the category to focus on his health and this is how the boys at the academy find out that Marco will not compete in the following season.  and Bezz practically vanished from the face of the earth.

 It is not until January, on Pecco's birthday, that he asks to meet when Bezz sends him a message to congratulate him.

Bezz says “Well, meet me at the hospital” and Pecco is clearly panicking and running to the address Bezz gave him.

 Then he sees Bezz in the parking lot, beaming and wearing those horrible oversized clothes that he likes so much and he can finally breathe easy.  He tries to ask Marco how he's been and why he disappeared, but Bezz asks him about the academy, about his family, about Pecco's grandmother??  as they walk through the hospital, towards the maternity section and Pecco begins to suspect

Then they arrive at reception, the secretary tells them that they are on time and Pecco is panicking while Marco drags him to the gynecologist, who only raises an eyebrow when she sees the MotoGP world champion there but greets him easily.

Then it's a haze for Pecco, Bezz talks about the changes in his body and the gynecologist tells Marco that they are normal things, that he has been very good and that his baby, whom Bezz insists on calling bug, has no health problems visible and developing very well for being 15 weeks old.  She then turns to Pecco and asks him to remind Marco to take his supplements because he tends to get very forgetful sometimes and that he is glad to finally meet the father.  And have him sign some documents that he has overdue :)

Pecco comes out with ink stains on his hands, lots of questions, and a strip of ultrasounds while Marco laughs at him and his expression.  Then bezz explains that he needed a companion who can come sign the papers.  That does not link Pecco to the child, only to Marco in case his family cannot come look for him in an emergency related to his baby.

Pecco: what.

[bhaalbabebardlock]

~Snippet Sunday~

Thank you @mellybaggins for the tag! I'm gonna tag @spacesunderstairs, @ballofbitter, @astarionfreak, @selemchant and @nottabear. (Yes I always pull from the same pool of twenty tags, no you don't have to play 🥹💕)

I shared quite a few snippets on Wednesday for that wip title game so I don't have many to pull from, LOL. But here is a snip from:

Idk (AA x reader breakup)

You wished you didn't miss him so much, even now. Had it really been almost three years? You left. Left Baldur's Gate, went to stay in Waterdeep with Gale. Things were easier there, peaceful. Gale was nice, a good friend. But he wasn't him. And every white curl you saw, every flash of red eyes that haunted your dreams, it made you ache with remembering. And you couldn't help but wonder, the sick and hopeful part of you, couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was still there.

It seemed impossible that he would be. You'd heard the things he said. Gale begged you not to go. We could be happy, Phi. You and me. If you let me. Couldn't you love me? You had given him the truth, because you owed him that much. I don't know that I can love anyone else. I have to know, Gale.

Staring at the blank expressions worn by the… guards? Did he have guards now? They were standing in front of his palace. You felt the regret twisting through you. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. You almost turn to leave, before one of them shifts their dead eyed stare to you, her mouth opening.

[kylo-ren-imagine-starwars]

Calrissian captured

1) I went to watch tlj on Sunday but I so badly wanna see it again should I in the next couple days bc I have the chance? 2) anything with a Calrissian child. They'd be those weird cousins that aren't cousins. Say [Name] Calrissian got captured for some information idk I just need them to tease him a bit etc

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So sorry for the wait! I love this imagine idea so much!! 

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Your eyes slowly opened. Your eyelids felt incredibly heavy and sore. Your thoughts raced as you blinked yourself to complete focus. You saw a tall, skinny man sit in the corner. “Stalker.” You said as you lifted your head up. “Good morning.” The masked figure said back. “Nice to see you again. I must say I don’t think this goth phase of yours is working for ya.” You laughed. “Say what you want it won’t change my mind, Calrissian.” he stood up. “Still flying your fathers nice ships with out permission?” He asked. You could sense his smirk beneath his mask. “He would have never found out about that, you snitch.” Your smile faded. He took the mask off and set it beside you. “Wow look at that! You do have helmet hair.” Your smile quickly returned. “Cut it out.”Kylo snipped. “You have information I need.” You pouted jokingly. “And what are you going to do if I don’t tell you? Cry?” You could’nt help but laugh again. “Calrissian, get serious now.” Kylo was getting angry. “I’m never serious, you should know that by now.” You smirked. “You’re such a child.” Kylo sighed. “Maybe... but at least I’m not a child in a mask!” Kylo finally broke. He stomped out of the room. “I can’t talk to this one. Isn’t there another captured?” The guard shook his head. Kylo sighed loudly again. “I hate you.” He whispered. “Now that’s professional” You said jokingly. “Shut up and just tell me what you know.” Kylo yelled. “I don’t think I want to tell you anything!” You acted offended. “I’ll use the force!” he threatened. “Ooooo! Do it! I dare you!” You snickered. Kylo stood up fast and marched out of the room. “Call Snoke, I can’t stand them.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he walked out. 

[thedappleddragon]

Day 134 (Saturday July 25th)

Whoops I’ve gone almost a week without an entry let’s go

I gave my sister her birthday present of a bunch of glowing paper stars on a string, and she thought it was really sweet. I got up earlier than I wanted so my dad could take me and my sister to look at buying a new phone for her. We didn’t end up buying it, so we drove around for something I don’t remember until my dad dropped me off to a friend’s open house. The open house was fun. It was at the same location as another one I had been to recently. We had been having so many open houses that we were running out of things to talk about lol. I had a good time, but I accidentally stayed a lot longer than I intended. Near the end I got tired and was on my phone half listening to the conversation until the other friend left and I listened to Katie talk about a Minecraft role play series she was super into until my mom picked me up. We drove around for a while, picked up my sisters birthday card from our grandparents, and went to the phone store to buy the phone dad was looking at earlier. We waited in there for an HOUR AND A HALF because the girl behind the counter didn’t really know what she was doing. When it was bought and set up, I thought we would stop by home, but instead we drove around for reasons I don’t remember and went straight to Roman’s birthday party. My phone died and we got lost, but we eventually made it. I gave them the $25 amazon gift card I had gotten at the open house iyrssjristsiry. They weren’t out to their parents yet, and hearing their dead name was really jarring so I just didn’t refer to them by name at all, not wanting to deadname or out them. Other than that party was really nice! We sat around a fire and talked bout everything and anything. We bonded over men being scary and also hot. One friend talked a lot about her ex and her crush, and we all talked about how shitty her ex was. At one point when we were all getting pizza, the dog stole my entire goddamn slice off my plate lmao. When my dad came to pick me up and asked who the party was for, he asked weither my friend was a guy or a girl. I explained what non-binary meant, and he was super chill about it!!! He did say it was dumb or anything. He just went “well there’s another new thing I learned today.” Like!!!!! I didn’t know my dad was cool!! Wow. That cheered me up a lot. When we got home, we sang happy birthday and had some cookie cake before Emily left to Michigan for a week.

Day 135 (Sunday July 26th)

The only thing I could think about that day was making a fursuit. That’s the only thing that was happening in my brain for like all of today and the next day. I started to do some laundry until I realized we were out of soap. I went with my mom to Walmart, and while she did curbside pickup I went in the store to get soap. While we drove to pick up food, I played a game with my friends where we all assigned each other colors to match our ~soul.~ I left my phone in the car, so I made paper cranes out of the Walmart receipt instead. I watched some tutorials on how to dye fur, because all I have is white, but I ended up not doing that. I decided FUCK IT and cut a chunk out of a memory foam slab bed insert thing and got to work. I didn’t take like ANY WIP photos so I have no clue how far I got. I just kept going until I got too tired.

Day 136 (Monday July 27th)

I spent all day either working or laying outside in the hammock. I found a frog!! I got really happy because I never see frogs or snails, even though I love both of them.

It jumped off of the seat where I didn’t even see it into the folds of the broken umbrella. I laid outside watching my cat, and I even got her to lay on my lap while I sat in the hammock for a little bit. Then it started to rain, so we went inside. By the end of the day, I had completely finished both paws. I was super proud of myself and I loved just wearing them for no reason. I still do!! I would wear them all the time if they worked on my phone screen lol. They’re obviously not perfect, but I love them. 💕

I made a video and of me wearing them and collapsing from cute and sent it to my friends the next day.

Day 137 (Tuesday July 28th)

I spent my day watching tutorial after tutorial after TUTORIAL about how to make fursuit heads. I couldn’t think about anything else. I also spent a lot of time outside in my hammock again. I spent most of my day trying to decide whether or not to give it a try. Late in the afternoon I said fuck it and cut out another chunk of foam from the sheet in the garage. I spent hours working on it, and I knew from pretty early on that it wouldn’t be usable. The foam I was using was wayyyyyy too soft and floppy (hehe ew). I decided to keep going, just to use the foam I had already cut and use it as practice to get the shapes right. I also spent some time shopping for fursuit supplies, but not actually buying anything. I played animal crossing for a while after a couple days of not playing.

Day 138 (Wednesday July 29th)

I spent some more time working on the head base, adding cheeks and eyebrows, but ultimately decided to offer it for sale on furry amino for cheap. I haven’t gotten any offers yet almost 12 hours later, so I think I’ll either wait longer or try selling it somewhere else. I went outside with my cat and got her to lay on me while I lightly swung on the hammock, and it was really nice. She was being super snuggly and rubbing her face on my and on my face and on the ropes of the hammock. I made myself some pasta and hung out for a while. I did some laundry and changed into some real clothes for the first time in a few days, which felt nice. I showed my dad my fursuit paws, which I had been referring to as a secret project to him for a few days. He was really impressed! He pointed to the head I had wrapped in plastic grocery bags, asking if it was the headpiece. I explained that it wouldn’t be usable because I was using the wrong foam, and he said he would buy me the right kind of foam within a few days. I really appreciate how supportive he is about it. I haven’t told my mom about it yet. She’s poked fun at me before about making a “furry suit” and occasionally pokes fun at my interest in the fandom. It doesn’t upset me, it more joking than actually making fun. I laugh it off like the idea is dumb, why would I go to a convention or make a suit. I would totally show her, I just don’t know if she would be super impressed or if it would make her poke more fun. Idk, I’ll bring it up eventually. But I was sutting in my room thinking about making fursuits. I had an itch to get back to snipping foam and making stuff, so I decided to make another pair of paws for my characer Egg. I think I’ll name the dog suit Peppermint, since it’ll be a red and white color scheme. These are my plans for each character. I’m not sure if Egg should have pink mouth bits or yellow mouth bits.

I plan on using the kloofsuits headbase patterns, just because it’s seems like an easy way to make sure my first suit turns out looking ok. I think it’s funny how I’ve only make 1 pair of paws and half a headbase and yet i already have plans for multiple full partials lmao. Actually I’ve already started on Egg’s paws, and I probably would have gotten further if it weren’t for a random hesitation (idk if that’s the right word) to get out the fur/fleece. I tried a slightly different method for these paws. For the first ones, I had a little layer of foam over the back of the hand, and it was all one piece. This time, it’s all still cut from the same chunk of foam, but I separated the fingers and there’s no backhand foam layer. They also fit differently, since I sewed the lining closer to the edge and it’s not at tight. If I really need to, I could rip the foam off and re-sew it, but I’m going to continue and see if I actually need to or not. I’m also exited to try a different, cleaner way of attatching the paw pads this time, since the first pair had slightly messy blanket stitching.

Anyway yeah. All I’ve been doing for the past few days is either making fursuit parts or think about making fursuit parts or watch fursuit YouTube tutorials. I’ve gone back to that one phase I had in middle school where I was OBSESSED with getting a fursuit. I want to make a tail and maybe feetpaws too, I’m so exited about everything. Sorry this blog is now a pro awoo zone, NO fine.

ALSO the entire time I was working on fursuit things, I had MBMBAM on in the background. I’ve been listening to the entire podcast starting with episode 1 since before quarantine, I think. I realized while I was typing this out that i went through AT LEAST 35 EPISODES during that work time, probably closer to 40.

(Sorry for the long post!!)

[veemuses]

hayley “hallie” catchlove //  bio under the cut :) her group may change b/c i’m  torn between this and apple pie.

Every Sunday, Dana Catchlove would badger and blackmail her children into attending Catholic mass. Lined up together, dressed all in matching white cotton dresses or gray slacks, it was plain to see the different father’s in the Catchlove children. Every Sunday, Dana would sit with her back to the harsh stares and whispers, tilt her head up, and count her blessings that she had six bundles of joy. 

Despite six hungry mouths to feed, the family lived in relative comfort; the child care maintenance from wealthy and suburban men bridged the gap between living on the bread line, and being able to afford electronic gadgets that every child in the household craved. In the hustle of the Catchlove household, Hallie drifted under the radar with her books and quiet perceptiveness. Mostly, she escaped to the park and doodled cartoons of Long John Silver and his parrot, Captain Flint, in the margins of Treasure Island. 

Hallie, in all her grubby seven year old glory, was the type to look her teacher square in the eyes and question if the sky was truly blue. To further her point, she would turn to look out of the glazed classroom panes, tip her head to the sky, and stare at the distant hues. Every new piece of information given to her went under a process of scrutiny, and her far-removed distance troubled the adults around her.

She was the bookish, eccentric child of an infamous family, and middle school was some kind of fresh hell. Unlike her siblings, who seemed to have an infinite amount of body armor, the taunts and ridicule did not bounce off her chest. The words from her bullies were lodged in a place where self-esteem might have blossomed. While she grew out of the glitter eye shadow, and away from the neon legwarmers, her heart still had the fragility of a slightly pudgy and easily embarrassed pre-teen.

For all her intellect and old-soul countenance, she couldn’t prevent the changes that came with puberty. Her fifteenth birthday took those bumbling rough developments, and delicately formed a candy gloss that softened the edges of her prickly persona. A flutter of attention, from a variety of hormone fueled boys, came with a few coats of spidery Maybelline mascara and a padded bra. The attention of older teenagers wasn’t something she was prepared for, but she followed their leader, as though the boy was some kind of new-age prophet.

In the morning hours after prom, when she was curled up beneath the cigarette-scented hotel sheets with a tanned breathing body next to her, Hallie questioned the world and her sense of self. In the dark room, three years worth of wasted potential stretched out before her; memories of getting drunk at sundown behind the bleachers and smoking weed in the unfamiliar houses that belonged to the upperclassmen. Her self-worth, having been founded in the thoughts of others, was as temporary as dust in the wind. 

It was her turning point; she wordlessly stepped out into the early morning and stumbled back home in the pink dusk. Back to a warm shower, back to the arms and sighs of her sister, and back to her lost, bookish soul.

Perhaps, in another realm, her GPA would have matched her intellect and she would be riding off to some fancy liberal arts college. Coming from a large family of six, and with grades that could be best described as apathetic, community college wasn’t even in the running. Once she graduated, she got a job at the local bookstore and begun her transition into boring adulthood.

Needs

Friends: Hallie has lived in the town all her life and works at a popular second-hand bookstore. While she’s not a giant social butterfly, she would likely have a wide circle of acquaintances thanks to the shop. She prefers to spend time being preoccupied with other people’s feelings rather than her own, which naturally makes her a great listener. Hallie also spends time at art functions, yoga classes, and workshops, so she’d get on well with people who run in those circles.

She’s stubbornly self-reliant, so it would be lovely for her have some friends who are more open about their feelings and encourage her to ask for help. Hallie’s a sweetheart, but she is definitely suspicious of people and is cautious about sharing information about her life. While it’s hard to gain her trust, she’s loyal to a fault and generous with her love. Also, she makes the best hand crafts and paintings for your birthday. What’s not to love?

Enemies: She tends to like having things done in a certain way, so people who invade her space tend to get snipped at. Hallie bottles her emotions up and once she hits breaking point, she lashes out at the nearest person who’s done her wrong. Despite her appearance, her anger isn’t delicate or quick to dissipate; it’s a snarling rage that storms on until the well of hurt is dried up. It’s not healthy, bordering on slightly toxic at times, and she’s definitely lost a handful of friends in the past to it. 

Despite having a stick up her ass when it comes to people encroaching on her territory, Hallie is the type to paint on any surface or any stretch of skin. When inspiration hits, she becomes tactile and mindless of her canvas. And who wants a weird girl painting swirls on their coffee mugs? Naturally, she will unsettle a few straight-laced or grouchy types when she’s in her ~artistic~ mindset. Basically, there might be some out there who mistake her general weirdness for some pseudo-intellectual ‘even my nail polish is vegan!!!’ persona.

Lovers: Hallie is bisexual, but prefers romantic attachments with women rather men. In relationships she can be a tad flaky (give the girl a neon sign blaring 'commitment issues’ pleASE), but this is mostly because she resides with one foot out of the door, and waits for that moment that confirms her partner always wanted to leave her. And when that moment occurs then she’s out the door, with her belongings packed neatly and in tow, before you can boil a cup of water. I’m a sucker for slow-burn relationships, and people growing together in a selfless and caring manner. Maybe with a slight age-gap too? Possibly her manager from the bookstore? Something like that would be p fucking awesome??? 

She’s also a high-key hoe when she’s drunk (like Yuuri levels of pole-dancing after a dozen glasses of champagne at some stuffy party), so make of that what you will. Lbr she’s literally the worst person to meet at any Christmas party.

Honestly, I don’t mind on this front, just plot relationships/past flings out and I’ll roll w/ it.

Others: The Catchlove fam!!!! A group of six-half siblings who mostly dislike one another, but stick together because they have a pack mentality that blood is thicker than water!!! Take one please I’m v attached to this fam already. Message my lazy ass if you’re interested and I’ll probably put up a request?// idk