#streatches believability

[likedovesinthewindd]

gwen stacy x fem/gn reader (your choice ofc) where they’re both in an argument and confess in the rain and have a kiss in the rain?

gwen and reader are in college in this, btw.

gwen stacy x fem!reader

a/n: as I was writing this the only thing I could think about was how pissed I'd be if someone made me stand in the rain, I'd actually cry if my hair or clothes got wet 😭

Ever since college, the amount of time you and Gwen spent together had decreased dramatically, the both of you becoming too swamped in work and several other extracurriculars. But you still tried to make time to hang out; hence why you had managed to keep the tradition of Saturday movie nights alive. Every second Saturday one of you would choose a movie to watch, prepare a shit ton of snacks and catch up on each other's busy lives.

You'll admit, you always managed to talk a bit more than her, always having something to vent to her about. And she didn't mind; she'd always listen attentively, chiming in with a sarcastic comment or joke every now and then, but tonight what you had to say had her speechless to say the least. No joke or quick quips at hand this time.

"A date? With Harper?"

Harper was the girl you'd been talking to for a few weeks now. Gwen's met her once, and in that one time alone she had concluded that she didn't like her. She didn't really know why; Harper was a nice girl, kind and funny and outgoing like you, but Gwen just didn't like her. It definitely had nothing to do with the huge crush she had on you. Definitely not.

"Is it really that hard to believe?" you asked with a little laugh, insecurity lacing your voice. She shook her head rapidly. "Of course not, I'm just suprised that's all," she said, trying to not sound as bummed as she felt. She didn't know why the thought of you dating someone bummed her as much as it did. Maybe because you like her, dummy.

She shook her head again, trying to let the thoughts somehow dissipate in her mind. "Why are you suprised? I told you she might like me," you said, and she hated how small your voice sounded. Gwen didn't know what to say; how on earth do you tell your best friend about the crush you've been harboring on them for years now. The uncomfortable silence streatched on until you spoke up once again. "Why's it so difficult for you to imagine someone liking me? I get it, I don't often go on dates and stuff but I'm also human, I have feelings," you said.

"That's not what I meant, of course I'm happy for you, I just don't really like her, that's all," she tried. "Why not?" you asked, and Gwen winced at the slight anger in your voice. "I dunno I just," she took a deep breath, "I dunno, okay!" She wanted to crawl into a hole when she saw how her raised voice made you flinch. You quickly gathered your belongings and laced up your shoes. "I don't think I wanna do movie night anymore," and before she knew it, you were out the door with a slam.

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It had been a week since you had last spoken to Gwen, and now you were sitting in your room quietly applying the last bit of makeup as you stared blankly at the mirror, your mind running a mile a minute.

Gwen was your best friend, you valued her opinion over everyone else's, but she always did this. Every time you liked someone, she'd be weird about it. She never liked the people you dated—always the excuse that they weren't "good enough for you" and always discouraging you from getting together with anyone.

The pellets of rain hitting your window broke you from your daydream. Great, now you had to go fishing for your umbrella. When you eventually found it and got more rain appropriate shoes, you made your way through the busy city on your way to your date.

You didn't enjoy the idea of arriving at the restaurant while soaking wet, so you were walking as fastyou possibly could, boots making little splashes with every step.

A small thwip sound and before you knew it, you were being hoisted up to who knows where by the top of your umbrella. Your grip on the handle tightened as you closed your eyes tightly, only opening them again once you felt solidity beneath your feet.

Before you had the chance to scream at the fact that a masked vigilante had potentially kidnapped you, the mask was being pulled off and Gwen was standing infront of you.

"Gwen?! You're—"

"Please don't go on that date," she said breathlessly. Your shoulders slumped. "Gwen, don't start," you said, trying not to get angry again. "Please, Y/N, I'm begging you," she said once again. If she had to get on her knees right now she probably would. Anything for you to not be mad at her anymore, to talk to her again.

You hadn't noticed the grip on your umbrella loosening until a strong wind caused it to fly right out of your hand. Gwen had tried to catch it with a web, but it was quickly way out of her reach thanks to the strong weather. Now you stoof on top of a building, wet and irritated beyond believe as your best friend (who was a superhero? maybe?) tried to get you out of a date.

"If you don't give me one good reason why you don't want me going on this date, I am going to turn around and leave, and I will never talk to you again," you said through gritted teeth, the cold already setting into your bones. You knew that to some degree it was an empty threat. Damn, you weren't even going to be able to walk away, but you were getting tired of whatever game Gwen was playing with you.

The silence, that felt like it lasted a lifetime and a half, was all you needed and you scoffed, turning around to hopefully find a roof hatch. When you saw it, you quickly made your way to it, mood souring with every splash your boots made. Like deja vu, you were once again roped in by a web, this time catching you totally by suprise. You basically crashed right into Gwen and before you had the chance to push off her or give her a piece of your mind, her soft lips were crashing into yours.

And for a few seconds, it felt so right. So perfect that you couldn't help but wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her back with equal passion. It only took you a few more seconds before your mind caught up with your actions, and you realized that you were kissing your best friend. You unwrapped your arms from her and pulled away as soon as the realization hit you.

"I can't let you go on that date because I can't stand thinking about you with anyone else," she stammered before you got to say anything. "I don't think Harper is good enough for you, I don't think anyone is good enough for you, including me. But I just want you to be happy. I wanna make you happy. Or try at least, but if that's not what you want, I understand, and I'll let you go—"

You figured the only way to silence her racing thoughts would be to kiss her again, so that's exactly what you did, and by the time you pulled away again, the dazed look on her face made your heart thump with happiness.

"You do make me happy, Gwen," you said, sounding as breathless as she felt. "I just wished you would've told me how you felt sooner. Would've known that I feel the same," you added before she pulled you into another brief kiss, clearly overjoyed at your confession. You pulled back one last time with a smile that quickly turned into a frown when you felt the way your clothes were clinging to your body.

"Now get me out of the rain, please!"

[kninedlog]

I swear I think that Wooly is not just Sam (in my game theory bag, Mat was really onto something I'll give that video that at least.) but also Jordan Cook, the poor little brother that was "kidnapped" and taken away from Joanne Cook. The woman Riley's aunt Kate was getting letters from in the beginning of the game.

THIS THEORY IS REALLY STREATCHING BUT IM PUTTING MY THOUGHTS OUT THERE IN THE POND OF IDEAS TO GET IT OUT MY HEAD, more under the cut. This is very very very long and I refuse to split it apart into seperate post.

- I say this because again, not only was Wooly showing off parently behavior like GT said, but I also see the behavior of just a mature child.

[Small tanget to justify up above: Speaking out my ass here but when I was growing up, (and I'm talking about single digit ages) I had a simmilar personality to the sheep, where if the people around me where taking the topic to inappropriate places or dark themes, I tried to either tune it out or redirect it to more child like things so that the adults around wouldn't be suspicious or so that we wouldn't get introuble. Kids aren't stupid.]

- I don't remember which update it was from the game jam version but y'all remember that picture that was beside the TV of the two kids, with the boy giving the little girl a piggy back ride. I forgotten about this too until I was watching the first GT video about this again fun and now I'm here. Keep that image in mind.

(now stay with me here please)

- Go to official Amanda TikTok and give them a follow and then check out this specific video, where the caption is only praising the truly fire sound accompanying it, but watch what the two are doing! https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT81JtDrw/

- A piggy back ride like the children's photo from that one update!

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I'm speaking out my ass, but please let me cook!! Hear me out!

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- I suspect that Jordan might one of the first ever victims (other than Rebecca) of HaMelN Entertainment doing their whole demonic shizz.

- With that in mind, think about this; what if before they "tested" it out on Sam and put him in the show as Wooly, they were so confident in their chances of success for summoning whichever of the demons they wanted, that they just started the whole shebang and plopped Jordan right into the whatever and made him Wooly after luring him away.

- But to their surprise, they find that Amanda (Rebecca) is fighting back way harder in turning the evil possession away because of the comfort of having another child around to experience this scary stuff with her. She's not alone and she feels confident enough that she and whoever she can see is inside of Wooly can figure this out and maybe get out too.

[Incoming Tanget: Throughout the game her efforts to try and fight back the possessions or the influence of whoever demon is in her are so lack luster and dry; with the exception of the "What's a family?" tape where's she's actively crying and screaming while undergoing the transformation; that I believe she's mostly given up when Riley is around and we as Riley are seeing what's happening.]

- After some time though, Amanda (Rebecca) starts to loose hope and control leaving it up to Wooly (Jordan) to still try and tell whoever is watching to help them, with subtle hints and clues.

- He can't speak about it directly or else Amanda will cut him off or hurt him. And we only see her actually hurt hurt Jordan Wooly.

[Another Tanget: You might be thinking, No we see her hurt Colton Wooly too, and to that I say, Nay! Because With Colton Wooly all the actions are cut off screen, yes, but that pertains to both, AND the aftermaths with Colton Wooly that we see; talking about the "What's a family?" Tape again; is a thousand times tammer than what happens to Jordan Wooly in vr1 of "Uh-oh Accidents"]

- I personally see two distinct types of people in Wooly depending on how deeper you go to finding secrets and getting to that final Amanda tape where she tell you that she, Rebecca is still out there.

(After finding out that each base tape has at least three different versions based off what you do and say on it, this is what I concluded)

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- Wooly 1 (Jordan) is the Wooly that we see durring,

Tape 1: In the kitchen) All versions - Where everything goes as planned and they player/Riley answers everything correctly. Where the player/Riley is disobedient and gets Amanda upset. And when the player/Riley burns the kitchen down with the toy oven.

Tape 2: In the neighborhood) All versions - When the player/Riley plays as intended in both scenarios. Where Amanda is sending a package to Kate and then the one for Wooly's birthday. As well when the player/Riley is disobedient for both.

[Tanget: The question Wooly asked "Uh, Amanda, maybe some of our friends can come back to the neighborhood?" Implies that they weren't the only kids there in the past. And then when the player/Riley continues to type anything else but Wooly's name at the end of it, the "???: Gosh, I guess you really forgot..." Helps me out on this case too]

Tape 3: Uh-oh Accidents) vr1 - The one where Amanda hurts Wooly knee, in all possible scenarios when the player/Riley is being helpful or disobedient

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- Wooly 2 (Sam Colton, Rebecca's Dad) is the Wooly we see in,

Tape 3: Uh-oh Accidents) vr2 - Where Amanda drugs Wooly and tries to attack him with medical equipment.

Extra EP tape 4: Everything Rots) All Versions - Where Amanda is being grossly fascinated with death and rotting things and Wooly, kinda like a parental figure is trying to pull her back in line kindly until he can't anymore.

Extra EP tape 5: What's a Family) All Versions - Where Amanda and Wooly go to the Zoo and Amanda starts to talk about family slowly making Wooly regress into a mindless animal.

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In conclusion I think Wooly has two minds/souls/spirits(?) In him and that's why throughout the game you can see him sometimes being whimpy and more afraid of Amanda than anything else, and other times sticking up for himself and calling out Amanda's (more so the demon taking control of his little girl) BS

Thank you for taking the time to read my insane ramblings!

💖 It means a lot!

Bonus: The joke tape for hackers of Wooly just sitting there for 10 min, is truly nobody. It's actually just Wooly the character before any soul was put into it to give the character a real personality.

[outshinethestars]

Anyway, the Human AU AusHun romance goes as follows:

Ellementary school/preschool: mutual disgust

Middle School:  Middle school boyfriend and girlfriend.  Dramatic Middle School Break-up.  (Made all the more messy and emotional because their relationship was a contributing factor in Erzsebet’s previous friendship-break-up with Gilbert.)

Highschool:  start dating again.  Are a couple for like 2 and a half years.  Get married imediately after  graduation and live happily ever after to the bafflement of everyone they know.

I don’t know if it’s funnier if they go to the same college and everyone’s like “wait.  those two are married married?”  Or if they actually go to different schools and only really see each other on the weekends.  “Sorry, I can’t go to the party on saturday, I’m going out to dinner with my husband/wife.”  “your WHAT?”

[moved2alk3]

my ear holes r officially 6g!

[purplezebraproductions]

Little BOTW Theory

I think I’m on board with the idea that the Desert Leviathan is the Wind Fish, and the Volcaon Leviathan is Levias, but I think the Hebra Leviathan is Lord Jabu-Jabu.

The reason I think this is because, Lord Jabu-Jabu appeared in Ocarina of Time as the patron deity of the Zora. In that game the Zoras basically worshiped him as their Guardian, and fed him in hopes of him bringing them good luck and happiness.

However, when Link goes seven years in the future, Zora’s Domain is frozen over and Lord Jabu-Jabu is missing. Even after the Zora’s are freed, we still don’t see Lord Jabu-Jabu return to his spot among the Zora. Another thing I’d like to point out is the area in which he lives. He’s seen residing in a small lake behind Zora’s Domain. There doesn’t seem to be a definite way in and out of that area for him. However, when Link returns seven years later, he finds Lord Jabu-Jabu is gone, as well as an opening that leads him into the Ice Cavern. A small secondary dungeon to The Water Temple, much like The Bottom of the Well is secondary to The Shadow Temple.

Well, when we find the Leviathan in the Hebra mountains, it is curiously the only Leviathan to be hidden from sight in a small icy cave within the mountains. The area is also noteably small for a Leviathan, as well as enclosed, similar to his area in OoT. Is it possible, that in those seven years that Link was asleep and the Zora were frozen, that Lord Jabu-Jabu perished, and his body ended up lodged within the ice cavern we find in BOTW?

Of course this theory brings up some questions:

1. How did Lord Jabu-Jabu end up in the mountains across the map from the Zora’s?

This may be a streatch, but since BOTW takes place so far in the future from all of the other games (to the point that the other games are dubbed the “Era of Myth”) I think the shifting of tectonic plates and climate change could be a simple but effective answer for this. Perhaps the Zora’s did once live in the area we now know as Hebra, but when the climate changed, the Rito took up residence there instead due to their greater ability to handle the cold.

Also, if it comes to the species of Hyrule moving around and changing due to the weather, I think all we really need to look at is Skyward Sword. In the game there are no Gorons in the Eldin region despite it being just the same as ever before. In fact, the only Goron you see is a traveler who is looking for a place to settle down.

Then there’s Lanayru. A place that, before the events of SS, was teeming with lush green plant life, but now is a completely deserted wasteland. However, in BOTW the Lanayru region, home to the Spring of Wisdom, is a frozen mountainous area. I think with these two thing taken into consideration, it’s not at all strange to assume shifting of the land and climate may have affected where Lord Jabu-Jabu’s remains may have ended up.

2. Does this mean BOTW takes place in the adult timeline?

I’m not one for timeline debates, because it really does confuse me to no end. Again, I’m not much of a “theorizer” when it come to games. But if the “adult timeline” takes place at the point that Lord Jabu-Jabu is missing from Zora’s Domain after the seven years, then sure. Why not?

3. So if the freezing over of Zora’s Domain in OoT explains how Lord Jabu-Jabu perished, how do you explain the others?

I’m not entirely sure how flying whales exist without water, and I’ve never played Link’s Awakening, so I can’t really say anything about the Wind Fish.

When it comes to Levias, I’d believe he could’ve perished due to a volcanic explosion. Considering in SS, Eldin did have a large active Volcano that could’ve erupted at any point and alter the landscape. Why didn’t he just stay above the clouds? He is the protector of the Sky, so what purpose would he have going low enough to be in the path of a volcanic eruption? I believe that’s kind of assuming that he needed to be hit by the lava to perish. When Volcanoes erupt that spew out toxic gases and ash into the air that can poison and/or suffocate someone. If Levias was directly over the eruption when it happened he wouldn’t have needed to be hit by it, just poisoned by it enough to fall below the clouds.

Overall, that’s why I think the Hebra Leviathan is Lord Jabu-Jabu. I’m more than likely wrong, but that’s just my thoughts on it since that Leviathan seems to be the one that is most debated. What do y’all think?

[t4tails]

my favorite final girl is ash williams /j

but like everyone else i love streatch, nancy, and laurie! i also like ellen ripley shes so

no you cant call ash a final girl hes transitioned hes a final boy 🤚😤 /lh

i cant believe nobodys said ripley yet 70s sigourney weaver wants to pick me up so bad

[issabangtanfic]

[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 8)

Masterlist

Synopsis: When for once rich doesn’t rhyme with Christian Grey.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

A/N: Feel free to submit a cover! Tell me what you think in my inbox! Enjoy!

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Swinging my bag over my shoulder and tucking it under my armpit, pick up the large box containing my brand new set of portfolios I just picked up from the printing store. The box obstructing my vision, I trust my instincts to guide me to the office. I close my trunk with one free hand and walk a few steps, peeking to the side of the box to watch for the steps before the double doors.

I give one of the doors a great push with my feet, but it comes back too fast and slams right into me as I try to walk in. Squealing, I lose my balance and send the box flying, falling onto my butt spectacularly.

“Damn it.” I mutter to myself, looking at the dozen of my portfolios scattered next to the tipped box. I reach for one but almost grab two leather shoes.

“I can’t believe how clumsy you are.” Mr.Jeon crouches down before my eyes, all grey suit and sickening looks. I nearly jump.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my face a mix of horror and surprise.

“I came to pay my consultation fees.” He explains, pricking up each of my photo books and stacking them. I give myself a mental slap and help him clean my mess.

“You forgot to charge me.” He adds. Yeah, that was a detail I wish no one would have noticed.

“Did I?” I feign surprise, and he answers with a soft chuckle. ’S’all good now.” He says reassuringly, getting back up with a cheetah’s ease. He stretches a hand down to me.

“I always pay my debts.” He declares.  I take his hands and try to ignore how it feels around mine and he helps me up, before handing me my box.

“Do you think you’ll be okay with this?” He asks once I can’t see him anymore, and I hear him press the button for the elevator.

“Yes, thank you.” I murmur, so glad that my crimson face is hidden from his view by the cardboard box.

“Have a good day.” I hear him say to me as I step in. Please go away. I punch the third floor button.

“You too.” I choke out as the doors close. I sigh deeply. Please let this be the last of last times I see this man.

“Hi everyone.” I call once I enter the office.

“Morning. You just missed Mr. HotButtocks.”  Jade teases, eyebrows wriggling. Oh, please.

“Who she forgot to charge for the consultations.” Fred chimes in before I can answer, appearing behind Ava with a bunch of folders in his hands. Oh, crap.

“Well, it wasn’t-“

“Save it. He tipped. A lot.” He cuts me off. I almost sigh in relief. “What’s all this?” He asks me.

“Port folios.” I reply, starting to walk to my office again. This is getting heavy.

“Need help?” I hear Ava call after me. I look at her over my shoulder.

“I got it! It’s pancakes that I need Ava!” I retort. When I turn my head back and make a turn down the hallway, I bump into a firm chest,  sending my package flying once more. The content pilled on the floor, I look up to the man in front of me.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The tall, platinum blonde asian guy says, crouching down to clean the mess. 

“It’s okay.” I reply, more intrigued by the reason of his presence than anything.  I join him on the floor, quickly throwing my portfolios back into the box.

“Kim Namjoon.” He pauses to streatch his hand out.  “I’m the new architect.”

The new architect?

“I’m Maya Fair. Nice to meet you.” I reply, shaking his hand. 

“I had no idea Fred had hired someone.” I tell hm, unable to hide my surprise.

“He thinks it could be plus for the company to have both designers and architects.” My new colleague says to me. It’s not a stupid idea.

“He also told me you would be my partner.” He adds, lifting himself off the floor with the bax in his arms.

“Partner?” I repeat, rising to my feet.

“We have our first client who asked for both a designer and an architect.” He says as I open the door to my office. We’re already starting?!

“It’s 10 ten in the morning.” I gape at him. I’m sure Fred hasn’t communicated on it yet, how would anybody now we have an architect?

“It’s good friend of mine.” He clears up as we both step into my office. Oooh.

“Oh, Maya.” Fred calls from outside the door.

“I see you’ve met Namjoon.” He smiles at the newest employee.

“Yes, he just told me about the two-in-one.” I tell him.

“Then, you’re fine. I gotta go. Bye!” He sings, nearly pirouetting his way out of my office. Namjoon and I both chuckle at him.

“Where should I put this?” He asks, my package still in his hands,

“I could take advantage of your height and have you put it up here.” I propose, pointing at my unused top shelf reserved for my drawing equipment.

“No problem.” Namjoon replies, placing the box on the shelf with ease and grace I could never have.

I thank him warmly and ask him about our appointment today.

“It’s at 2pm, downtown near the design museum. Should we take my car?” He proposes. I don’t mind not driving for once. This two-in-one package has its perks.

“Sure.” I reply.

“I’ll leave you to it, then. See you.” He greets before leaving my office. Taking a cleansing breath, I slide behind my desk, ready to get to work.

“Cute, right?”

I look up and see Ava standing in my doorway, hip jutted ou and a plate of pancakes in her hand. I chuckle rolling my eyes.

“What about Eli?” I shoot back.

“No one’s above Elijah. But he is cute, right?” She replis, walking over to my desk. Ava is addicted to men, it’s crazy. I grab a pancake and shove it down my throat.

“M’yeah.” I mumble. He is cute, but the. real snack is that pancake for me.

“He’s from Seoul, graduated from Barlett, and worked with people like Emma Thomson and the Beckham’s.” She gives me his whole resume without me asking, raising her eyebrows in excitement. So he’s high class, huh?

“Aren’t we a little small for him?” I raise a brow, and Ava replies with a clueless shrug.

“You know, Maya.” She trails off. “I had no idea Jeon was putting you through all this.”

“It’s fine, Ava. Really.” I reply dismissively, reaching out for a second pancake. 

“It’s all behind me now.” I reassure her.

“I can’t wait to get back to work actually.” I say excitedly.

“Well, I’ll let you do just that.” She declares, turning on her heels.

“Thanks for the pancakes!” I say to her back before she exits the room.

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“Miss Fair?”

I lift my head from my scribbles and see Mr.Namjoon standing in the doorway of my office.

“It’s Maya. We’re colleagues.” I give him a warm smile that he returns immediately.

“Okay well, you can call me Joon if you want. ” He says to me.

“Joon. Is it time?” I ask him.

“Yep.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I’ll be outside.” He says before closing the door and ambling off. I quickly gather my belongings, my portfolio, my tablet and my note bad, before joining Namjoon at the elevator.

“Who are we meeting?” I ask him.

“Choi Minah. A friend from Seoul.” He explains. I’m meeting a lot of Korean people these days. From Mr.Jeon to him to Mrs.Choi.

“Oh.”

“She’s a designer for Alexander McQueen.” He tells me, though I don’t really know what to do with this information.

“Interesting.” I say to myself. So he’s a high-class architect bringing us his high-class clients. Why did he settle for us? We are way too small of a company.

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“A round apartment in a square building?” I utter once we're out of the appointment. Miss Choi has been very friendly with us, she's easy going, funny and very elegant as I had imagined, but she's also very edgy.

She likes vintage decors, clothes and even vintage movies. She lives in the wrong century. Her requirements were...disruptive. Not impossible to realize, just very...interesting.

“Rita doesn’t do conventional.” Namjoon explains as we walk back to his car. We both know that's an understatement. She's unique.

“Had the building been round she would’ve wanted a triangle house.” He muses.

“If she’s opting for minimalism I won’t be much help.” I retort. The project sounds amazing, but I don't see how I can ring much to it. Namjoon might as well have gone alone and asked for advice if be needed any.

“Of course you would. You’ve done plenty of such projects.” He counters.

“How do you know?” I ask, squinting my eyes at him. He gives me an embarrassed smile.

“I borrowed one of your portfolios.” He admits. 

“Borrowed?” I repeat. When did he do that.

“It fell out of your box.” He says. I lift an eyebrow. What a sneaky dude.

“I was going to give it back, I promise.” He says reassuringly. Oh, whatever.

"Well we could trade portfolios. I'd like to see your work." I tell him.

"I'll get you- Oh.” Namjoon freezes and stops in his tracks, eyes glued to a sign. Looking in the same direction, I realise we’re in front of the design museum, and he is reading the colourful banner above the entry.

“An RCR exposition?” He says under his breath.

“What’s that?” I enquire, clueless.

“Rafael Aranda, Carme Pigen dnd Ramon Vilalta, three of the best architects in the entire world." He nearly gushes, a smile stretching his face. Well, if you say so…

 “I knew they were in London to work on a house, but I had no idea they would have an exposition here.” He mumbles to himself, frowning deeply. I read the sign.

“It’s the last day.” I remark. “Do you want to have a quick look?” I propose, and he directs his frown to me.

“Shouldn’t we get back to the office?” He says. Well, we can always take the long way home.

“Fred won’t know.” I say reassuringly, I always make pit stops between meetings if I ever have to.

“I don’t know if I should be doing this on my first day.” He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.  Don’t tell me he’s a bootlicker!

“Oh, come on.” I refrain an eye roll. “We can be out in ten minutes. Plus, it’s your last chance.” I argue, and that seems to do the trick.

“A quick look then.” He says quietly, refraining a smile to hide his excitement. 

Jeez, he must really love these guys. As an interior designer I’ve always been interested in architecture. I have always admired the way our ancestors have pushed the limits of what we could build, of how they could create entire spaces that tell stories. 

Namjoon. and I walk into the museum and amble in the middle f the exhibit. For someone so excited about these architect, my colleague seems to be skimming over each model and picture quite fast, almost as if h was looking for something.

“It’s there.” He nearly gasps, stopping in front of a replica of a cubic, rainbow-gradient coloured building.

“El petit Combe.” He says. I take a closer loo at the colourful yet minimalistic square.

“They made this in collaboration with Lego’s.” He explains to me. Now that I know that, I’m less bothered by all the squareness of the place.

“Playing with Lego’s is actually what made me want to be an architect. Before my parents would start buying me equipment to draw plans, I would use Lego’s to build models.” He explains to me. What a lovely story. And what a ingenious kid he must have been! I remember doing the exact same thing with Lego’s whenever I wanted to change the layout of my bedroom, but when I was a teen.

“And this actually is a school in Spain.” He says, pointing at “El Petit Combe”.

“Imagine going to school in a Lego building.” He whispers to himself. His passion for architecture is nearly palpable, the excitement in his eyes visible and almost contagious.

“Are they building a Lego house in London? Is that why they’re here?” I enquire, which makes him chuckle.

“I wish.” He says, walking away from his favorite piece. I follow him to wards the back of the room to see the rest of the exhibit. “I haven’t been up to date with the project, but I think they’re finishing their Mesh Manor.”

“Mesh Manor?”

“Ever heard of the Mesh House in Hampstead?”

I shake my head, and he fishes his phone out of his pocket.

“It looks like this.” He says, showing me a picture. Ah, mesh as in mesh textures in modelling softwares!

“They’re using the same concept but making it their own. On a bigger scale.” He explains. “Speaking of the devil.”

He stops in front of a replica of what would be the manor. My brain can’t really wrap itself around the idea of having such a big building built like this. The scale of this project is huge. But it doesn’t feel at all like a manor, just like a manor-size piece of contemporary art.

“You can hardly call this a manor.” I remark.

“It fits the definition.” He retorts. I mean, yeah, if it comes with enough land.

“I wonder what the inside looks like.” I muse. I am currently imagining luxurious minimalism, which of course would fit but which I am also bored of.

“I’m curious to see what they were trying to express with this.” I tell myself. “I hope it’s not minimalism.”

“Well, you could see for yourself.”

When I snap my head towards Namjoon, he’s reading a leaflet he found next to the description of the replica.

“They’re doing an inauguration party.” He tells me. Oh, do they?! I could go with Sidney. She loves acting fancy.

“Certified designers and architects only.” He mumbles. Oh, that kind of party?! 

“Proof of employment should be sent to this e-mail address for an invitation to be sent to you.” He reads. That is super selective. Well, it’s a high class project carried out by high-class architects. 

“Dress code: suit and tie or cocktail dress.” He finishes. That sounds a lot of fun, but I can’t go with my baker of a roommate.

"Would you like to go with me?” He proposes. 

What? He’s already asking me out on a date. I have nothing against him, but I’ve had enough os testosterone for at least a month. Hell, I’m so fucking blind I hadn’t noticed he was interested in me.

“Not as a date though.” He adds quickly. i blink up at him.

“I’m really not trying to ask you out.” He says. If we weren’t on the same page I’d be offended.

“But if we both enjoy architecture, we can have a good time.” He explains, and I hide my relief. This could be fun. 

“Sure!” I nod vigorously. “Sure. It’ll be fun.”

He grins, eyes almost disappearing.

“Perfect.” He pipes up. Looks like I have a not-a-date this weekend. "We should get back to the office now."

[thousandfourhundreddays]

Can you write a modern Michael smut ?

IT’S TIME.

Michael Gray x Reader

A/n I LOOOVE writing anything modern so I love this request. Hope you enjoy!!

You’d first met Michael on a night out in Manchester. A drunken night out. A very drunken night out.

You’d never believed in love at first sight but from that night on, you couldn’t help but succumb to the idea.

You caught his eye the moment you walked in, the light filtering in, framing you perfectly, reflecting off your dewy skin, illuminating your ocean tinted eyes. The world stilled around him as he fell in love.

Now, a year and a half later, you were still together. Things were perfect, somehow still in the honeymoon phase and there was a part of you which though that it’d never fade.

However, one thing you hated was the distance. Michael in Birmingham and you down in London. The mear 130 miles between you felt like millions as you lay in bed at night. You understood that work was a priority. If you ever wanted to be able to build the future that the two of you had discussed so many times, the two of you had to be patient. The beautiful house, expensive cars, holidays, falling asleep in each other’s arms every single night, waking up to the boy you loved with your whole heart was so close, only just a little further until your could grasp it.

But for now, you were lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, wishing that the cold space beside you was taken up by him.

Rolling over with a frustrated huff, reaching for your phone which you had lazily strewn on your bedside table, the blue light flooding the darkness, revealing the time. Through squinted eyes, you strained to focus on the numbers. 01:14am.

Carelessly you threw your phone down beside you, the sheets rustling as you soothingly rubbed your eyes.

A yawn escaped your lips as your eyes flicked between your phone and the darkness. You lay there for a few minutes, the cogs of your mind whirring behind your eyes.

“Fuck it” you whispered to yourself, abruptly sitting up, grabbing you phone and opening your contacts, scrolling down about half way, finding Michaels name and calling him before you could talk yourself out of it.

Raising it to your ear, you knees tucked up against your chest, biting your lip impatiently as you heard the pained sounds of the dial...

“Y/n? What’s up? You ok?” A string of questions fell from his lips, worry woven through his croaky voice, most likey from sleep.

“Michael” you spoke through a content sigh, collapsing back down onto the bed at the sound of his voice

“Y/n what’s wrong?” His voice a little desperate

“Nothing, no nothings wrong, sorry” you giggled

You were met with silence, Michael now totally lost as to why you were calling so late, not that he was complaining. Your voice was just as much of a comfort to him as his was to you.

“Come see me.” You stated bluntly. Your fingers crossed as they rested by your side.

“Y/n, babe, I can’t-... well I don’t... hang on” you could hear his smile radiate through his voice as he nearerd the end of his sentence.

Searching through his mental calendar, he silently begged for tomorrow to contain nothing but paperwork and accounting.

His lips curled up into an even bigger grin as he remembered that tomorrow was in fact Saturday, a catch up day for him and the boys in the office. Deciding that the paperwork can wait, he finally put you out of your misery...

“Ok” you now both lay there in bed, contentidley beaming to yourselves.

“Really?” Slightly shocked at his spontaneity, but then again, maybe you were the spontaneous one, knowing full well he could never say no to you.

“Yeah.. yeah I’m on my way, love” you heard him rustling around, stumbling out of bed and haistily packing a bag.

“Thank you” you said excitedly

“The pleasures all mine, darlin. I won’t be long” he giggled

“I love you”

“Love you, try and get some sleep though, yeah? It’s late”

“Ok, ok”

“Bye” you spoke in unison, your soft voices blending in the still night air. Relaxing into the matteres as you heard the line cut off.

Too much excitement flowed through your body for sleep to ever arrive, not helped by the constant checking of your phone, wishing for the time to tick by quicker. It was the longest two hours of your life but here you were, stumbling out of bed after hearing a gentle knock at the door.

You silently ran towards the door, feet absentmindedly carrying you over the cold wood floor, standing on your tip toes to peak through the peep hole in your door. Your body wrapped in one of Michaels shirts pressed up against the cool wood.

Gently swinging the door open, you took in the sight of him, the boy you loved standing at your door at three o’clock in the morning, a smile gracing his face, lighting up the room as you mirrored him.

All but throwing yourself at him, he took you in his arms, holding you tighter than he ever had before. Muttering small I love you’s into your ear.

“Iv missed you”

He simply smiled, taking your face in his hands, kissing you gently. Moving his hands to your waist to steady you, he guided you backwards into your appartment. Dropping his bag by the door he pulled back,

“Iv missed you too” a cheeky smirk plastered on his face

Moving your hand to the nape of his neck, you pulled him in once again, deepening the kiss, humming with pleasure.

It was now your turn to lead him away, pulling him towards your bedroom, you kicked the door shut as you went.

“You didn’t just bring me all this way for a shag did you?” He asked playfully

Biting your lip, your words were muffled by his lips “Maybe I did, are you complaining?”

“Not at all” speaking through kisses he was placing down your neck.

You giggled as he made his way back up to your lips, his tongue slipping between your soft lips as he placed his hand on the small of your back, lowering you down onto the bed.

Resting your legs around his waist, you pulled him closer, his callous hands brushing the thin skin of your thighs. A soft moan filling the air as he traced small circles on the inside of your leg.

Holding you by the waist, he kissed your skin through the delicate material that lay between you making his way down to your core. Voicing a accepting groan as he appreciated your choice of underwear, he placed a small kiss over the black lace thong that you wore, he pulled them off you painfully slowly, doscarding them on your bedroom floor.

You chuckled at the sight before being cut off by a moan that slipped up your throat as Michael plunged his tongue into your wetness, spreading your juices over your lips.

“So fucking wet” he murmured, entranced by the taste of you.

You started to beg as he dipped his tongue into your core once again, craving for a release. “Ok baby, ok” he spoke, his lips vibrating against your wetness as he dipped a finger into you.

“Mi- Michael!”

“What’d you want baby, tell me what you want” his voice was deep and seductive.

“More” you begged. “I want more” now breathless you reached down, in twining your fingers in his hair, pushing his lips deeper between your legs. The sight alone was enough to bring you close to the edge

Your vision blurred as he sped up, adding another finger. His tonge flicking against your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, teasing you, bringing you to the edge.

“I’m close” you whined “I’m close” you repeated breathlessly.

“Let go for me y/n, cum for me” he purred, bringing you to your peak, his fingers carrying you through your orgasm as your legs began to shake as he sucked gently on your clit. Your head resting on the pillow, your lips hanging wide as you came on his fingers.

Licking up your cum, he continued to stroke your core as he made his way back to you, kissing you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

Removing his fingers from between your legs, he licked them clean before placing one in your mouth, “that’s my girl” he whispered, kissing your lips softly once you were done.

Moving his lips down to your neck, he sucked slowly, leaving small purple bruises on your tanned skin. His fingers making quick work of the buttons on your shirt, leaving it to hang open, he took in the sight, eyes wide, licking his lips as you followed his lead, pulling off his hoodie and moving down to his joggers. Carelessley throwing them to one side, you began to pull at his hair, scratching at the nape of his neck, silently telling him how badly you wanted him.

Taking the hint, he slowly lowered himself back down to you, biting your lip, drawing a sensual moan from you as he pulled off his boxers. Once again, using your legs to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

He took himself in his hand, pumping down once or twice before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Please, please baby, I need you” you purred into his mouth. And with your beg, he pushed into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust, both of you revelling in the pleasure of him streatching you. After a few seconds, a slight nod from you encouraged him to draw his hips back before pushing into your again. Swallowing each other’s moans between kisses, a slight sheen of sweat began to glimmour over your bodies.

Setting a pace, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, nibbling into your ear lobe as he went.

“So good, so good, so fucking tight.” He chanted, entranced by the feeling on you clamping down on his cock.

The lewd sound of your wetness echoed through the walls of your apartment, fusing with your filthy moans as you left scratches down his back, a reminder of the pleasure he fed you.

You were both reaching your peak, his thrusts becoming clumsy as he twitched wildly inside of you.

“Michael, I’m gonna cum, I’m close baby, I’m close” your sentence broken up by your irregular breathing.

“Let go, go on” he moved, his hand down to your clit, your body becoming overstimulated as he pushes you over the edge, tears forming in your eyes.

You vision once again become blurry as he fucked you through your orgasm, releasing himself deep inside of you with a low groan.

Both of you basked in your post orgasm haze, regaining your breath as you kissed his damp skin, drownin in each other’s moans. Slowly, he lowered himself to lie next to you, taking you in his arms, holding you close.

“Fuck, I love you” he spoke, releasing a deep breath.

“I love you” placing a light peck to his chest “so much”

Placing his hand on your cheek bringing your eyes up to face him, he naturally brushed your skin with his thumb.

“Its time y/n” and with those simple words, everything fell into place.

A/n ok so this was loooooong, but I hope you enjoyd!!🖤

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Hi! If that's okay can i request Asra with a psychic apprentiece/MC? I have lots of ideas but not the skills tro write them hdjshsis

Took me a second to realize you said Psychic (As in see’s the future) and not Psychotic as in; Insane. Haha! Bid dumb on my part. Anyway—

It’s completely unedited, my wrist hurt to much from writing.

Main Six With A Psychic MC

—Nadia—

You had a vivid nightmare one night— Nadia was ubducted by men in theif clothing. When you woke up you sat there for a moment before shrugging the dream off, after all who doesn’t have nightmares of loosing their loved ones? You continued the day and forgot about it.

That is until Nadia mentioned going into town for some fresh air, this was normal, every once in a while she’d feel smithed by the constant aid of her staff at her beck and call so she’d escape to see her beautiful city.

However something didn’t sit right with you, you tried giving her every reason under the sun for her not to go out— all ranging from “If you want some fresh air we could go outside and have a picknik.” To the extreme “Nadia! I don’t think you should go out in your condition, you look pale!”

All of which Nadia gave simple resatlutions to. “well we could but alternatively we could dine at some of the little rest runts you’ve told me about by dear.” “What are you going on about?? I feel fine, i look fine— Why don’t you want me to go into town??”

YOu broke down and told her about the dream and the sinking feelings. Magic was magic— it worked in very mysterious ways, after all she herself wasn’t a stranger to visions. She thought it over, if this dream was indeed a vision she couldn’t let the insueing crime go unpunished so she made a proposition. “We‘ll go out for dinner but we’ll go he other route into town. I’ll send a decoy carriage thats exsacly how you describe on the route you had in your dream. If anything happens the guards in the carriage will handle it and we’ll still have a lovely day out.” She hummed happily. YOu agreed and had your date. Needless to say you were right and the decoy was attacked— the men were captured.

Nadia takes strange feelings and weird dreams very seriously. She knows you’d never cry wolf on her safety— even if your just worried.

—Asra—

Now that you were back in his life he was so very happy!

He knew when he started teaching you about magic again that you had deffinately gotten stronger— His thoughts confirmed when you defeated the devil something no one had ever done before. However he never suspected psychic abilities to be added to the list.

You started having very vivid dreams, it started with just little small weird ones you’d mentioned here and there. Asra took it as merely a coincidence that the baker would be out of his famous pumpkin bread after you mentioned earlier that morning something along the lines of “Hey i had the weirdest dream! The baker ran out of pumpkin bread, he never runs out of pumpkin bread... Maybe i was dreaming about that because WE’VE run out of pumkin bread— which by the way could you be a dear and get some while your out??”

Then it wasn’t just dreams. While walking around the market with Nadia— Nadia exscused herself to go look at something she figured you and Asra weren’t interested in so she’d do it by herself. However you insisted that you and Asra join her because it was the ‘friendly thing to do.’ The three of you were jumped in an assasination attempt on Nadia— the only way it was avoided was because the two most powerful magicians happened to be there at her side, When Nadia asked how you knew to insist on coming with her to keep her safe you simply put; “I had a feeling...”

Asra pieced the prices together. It was never mentioned but you and your group of friends all siliently acknolaged the fact you were psychic and they took your vivid dreams or sudden feelings serious.

—Julian—

Julian was awoken one night from your loud whimpers. When he rolled over he saw you grasping at your pillow and drenched in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to shake you awake your eyes snapped open and filled with tears. “Darling— Darling what happened? It’s okay, its okay, okay?” Julian was just about as frantic as you were when you hugged him.

You describe your horriable nightmare; Julian was in an alley not to far from the rowdy raven, the alley was so small that with his legs laying stretched out in front of him his foot laid flat against the wall he faced, he was putting pressure on a gash in his abdomen. Julian sat there groggily laying his head against the brick wall he was propped up against. You knew that, though the bar was close, it wasn’t close enough for him to walk at the rate he was bleeding and the place you both shared was even further.

Julain hugged you tightly while quietly comforting you. In his mind he chocked it up to the memory of when he saved you from the vampire eel’s in the alley way, the memory turning itself into a nasty nightmare retelling for your own torture. He hated that you had to deal with that, Just as he was about to suggest getting up for the day so you didn’t have to go back to sleep and risk having another nightmare (A habit he had picked up from those sleepless nights he had before he met you) He noticed your quiet whimpers had stoped— replaced by a soft snore. He smiled and laid you down before snuggling next to you. You held onto his hand like a lifeline while you slept. (He stayed awake a little longer to make sure you weren’t going to have another nightmare.)

A few nights later Julian grabbed his jacket with a sigh off the hanger. It was like a weekly ritual that he’d go to the Rowdy Raven to have fun before coming back to a romantic bath with you however tonight he looked less then ecstatic when he pulled on his leather jacket. You and him weren’t fighting really, more like arguing. You didn’t want to go because of the dream you had nights before— However Julian being the ever educated man he is he firmly believed that it was just a normal bad memory twisting itself into a nightmare. “Julian, It was different though! You didn’t have the mark, you weren’t wet from the drain, it wasn’t even the same alley or even the place on your body as the eel bite—“ You continued on in a frustrated manner as you followed him. You’d been following him to get him to change his mind ever since he got up that morning. Julian tuned around quickly to you. “Darling!” Julian exclaimed loudly to get your attention all while letting a little anger slip into his tone, this quickly quieted you since he never normally yelled especially at you. He let out an exsasperated sigh as he cupped your face gently with his hands. “There’s no way a person can predict the future, I’ll be fine, it was just a bad dream and your just getting worried over it. Now— I love you, i swear I do, and I promise I’ll be careful.” Julian reasoned softly before he gave you a quick kiss to your lips. When he pulled away and you still looked worried, possiably even more so, he frowned a little. “A-And, If I’m not back by 11 on the dot you have my full permission to send the Calvary after me to drag me home.” He smiled a little as if to coax you to a smile as well. “Okay.” You mumbled while a soft smile played on your lips.

He hadn’t even been gone but half an hour when that nagging feeling of danger came creeping up your neck yet again. For the first five minutes or so you tried to shake it off as you just being worried but when it didn’t budge you took Asra’s advice; “If you ever have a feeling, don’t ignore it.” So you headed out the raven. Along the way you came upon a familiar place, on familiar cause you’d been there before but familiar because you’d SEEN it somewhere. Your dream, the particular spot you were standing on was just in the foreground of your dream, it was just as lifeless as in the vision. You started looking for the alley way until you found it, you peeked into it to see just what you’d seen in your nightmare. Julian streatched out across the alley way, granted he wasn’t as groggy or bloody as you remember— maybe you’d gotten there sooner then in your dream? He grunted softly while pressing onto the wound, his voice startled you out of your thoughts. Honestly he wasn’t too surprised to see you when you ran over to him to help heal him. That you could do. “How’d this even happen!?” You snapped at him, “Being overly heroic.” Julian laughed out through the pain, he could tell you were mad that he hadn’t taken you seriously.

Now at home, all cleaned up and healed, Julian Devorak set’s out to apologize by making you feel like you’ve gone to heaven. He makes a mental note that not everybody is as paranoid as him and that when you say somethings off he should most deffinately take your word for it.

—Muriel—

You and Muriel were out in town with your friends. Everything was going smoothly— well as smoothly as normal with Julian trying desperately to befriend Muriel, Nadia who wanted to do so many things ranging from walking in townsquar to having dinner despite Muriel wanting to go home. Asra constantly stopping at every stall that caught his eye or roped in by a salesman when he himself knew Muriel hated being in the VERY public stalls. However what made all of this bareable was you who held his hand tightly and periodically checked in on him or helped him out by steering everyone away from certain things or distracting Julian. Well that and the fact that this only happened once in a blue moon. Sure he’d come out with you to get the things they didn’t have at home or to visit Asra but the whole group only ever came out to town together once a month since everyone was always so busy.

everything was normal, Muriel trudged behind everyone with you beside him, or at least you were beside him until you came to a dead stop. While everyone else continued their meaningless banter Muriel turned to see what had caught you eye, only to see you staring blankly forward. “(Y/n)?? ...Can you hear me?” Muriel asked as he waved a hand in front of your face. This was new, you’d never done anything like this before or even remotely similar. Suddenly you blinked and looked around as if you didn’t know where you had been. Asra picked up on the strange feeling and turned to see what was up, this gained Nadia and Julians attention as well. “Hey what’s up?” Julian asked with a raised brow as him and the rest closed in on you.

Your features flooded with fear, “Something bad’s going to happen...” You said quietly, “What? Like you have a bad feeling??” Julian asked, You shook your head. “You.. You saw something?” Asra questioned further, you nodded harshly. “what’d you see?” Nadia asked curiously. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration before you finally formed an answer; “Fire and... Feathers?” You questioned yourself as you thought back on your vision. Muriel stayed out of the conversation while your freinds asked more questions you couldn’t give straight answers for, you looked up when he felt something splash him. The sky was getting dark, not from nightfall but from a very dark cloud. Before he could even draw attention to it a loud roll of thunder downpour of water did it for him.

Suddenly the pieces clicked in your head when the sky flashed white. “Oh gods! The hut! We have to get home!!” You exclaimed, muriel and Asra seemed to come to the same conclusion you did as evident when you three took off towards the forest in the heavy rain. Nadia stayed behind to call for a carriage but julian followed as well cluelessly.

Just as most of you suspected; when you reached the hut everything was engulfed in flames due to lightening from the first rain of the dry season striking the dry leaves. IT was impossiable to put out a fire this size so you all settled on looking for the chickens and Inanna

LUckily the hunt was finished quickly when Muriel called for her, she answered back quickly. Julian found her hiding under a damp bush to hide from the fire— along with her was the baby chicks and two chickens. It was a small portion of the chickens you and Muriel had but apparently it was all she could save from the chicken hut that was also engulfed in flames. Inanna was burned but the chickens all seemed fine. Muriel carried the large wolf carefully, you carried all the baby chicks, and Julian carried the two hens out of the forest to safety. Nadia was waiting at the forest edge with a big carriage for all of you to get into.

Nadia took everyone back to the palace for the night. You felt horriable about Muriels hut but he didn’t;t seem to mind all the much. To keep your mind off it everyone talked about how crazy it was you had a vison. “Yeah... I feel bad— maybe if i had pieced it together faster we could have saved the hut.” You frowned. “...It’s fine... You can;t stop lightning, If it wasn’t for you the chickens and Inanna wouldn’t have made it out. “ Muriel said quietly from where he sat in the big room. “But aren’t you a little upset about all your stuff?” You questioned. Muriel blushed and shook his head— He wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but as long as you and the animals were okay thats all he cared about.

—Portia—

Portia teased you for having a ‘psychic’ ability when she noticed you’d alway steer her out of danger or move a specific chair so she wouldn’t bump into it later that day. You played it off as you just cleaning up and knowing her well enough to know when she was about to hit something or fall over something.

One day portia was cleaning Lucio’s wing with the other servants. You had been Nadia and Asra all day. POrtia was carrying a big stack of laundry down the stairs, she slipped on one of the last steps only to be caught by you. “Hey!... wait, what are you doing here?” She asked while looking up at you. “Ah well...” You smiled, “They insisted on coming this way.” Asra hummed.

Portias eyes sparkled as she gasped, you knew what was coming. “So you ARE psychic!!!” Portia laughed, “No i just.. I just wanted to go this way and i saw you carrying that hazard.” You made up some exscuse. POrtia didn’t believe it though.

For the next few days she would follow you around secretly.

She found out that you not only protected her from danger but the rest of your freinds as well. Stopping them before a servant with a stack of clothes came around the corner suddenly, telling them it’d be better to stay and have tea with the rest instead of going to the rowdy raven, even going as far as to hide muriel and Julian when Lucio would pop into the room randomly while looking for one of them for some stupid matter. But none of this was ample cause to accuse you of lying to her about not being psychic.

In defeat she sat by the fountain one evening. “Your looking rather down for soemone who’s naturally bouncing off the walls.” Asra’s voice hummed. “Ive been trying to catch (y/n) doing their psychic thing so they’d finally tell me but so far its not really working out...” Portia sighed, asra sat on the fountain with a smile. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, They are.” Asra hummed, Portia shot up. “I KNEW IT!! But why did they lie??” She exclaimed then questioned. “Well, they don’t like people to know. If everyone knew then they’d be coming to them all over for stupid reasons and they’d be cautious over everything.” Asra explained, “buuut the rest of the group knows.” She huffed, “Yes... But not because they told them. Because of experience and because they come to me and I tell them. (Y/n) Doesn’t know they know.” Asra said softly. Portia thought for a moment before thanking him and continuing with her day.

She doesn’t let you know that she knows and she doesn’t push the subject anymore. It’s just like a silient acknolagment.

—Lucio—

Lucio loved magic, especially your magic! But he had to admit— Being able to tell the future just seemed a little impossiable but he did trust you.

So when you told him you didn’t want him out because of a bad feeling you had he laughed and shrugged it off by pridefully saying “Your just being a worry wart my dove! Or perhaps your jealous I’ll pick up some escort?? No need to fear my love, i love you and you only.” Lucio smirked playfully. You seemed agitated that he dismissed it so easily, this hadn’t been the first time he’d ignored your feelings like this.

Normally he blamed it on a coincidence, bad timing, you over heard it while you were half asleep. BUt that didn’t mean bad things still didn’t happen.

And even now when you were so advently telling him not to go— Ha! You telling the count what to do?! The mere thought of being bossed around, even for safety, made his blood boil.

YOu were both angry when he left to do what he pleased. even so, the thought of you being so concerned for his wellbeing that you’d start fighting with him was really off putting for Lucio... He took a sword if not to just calm his worries you’d put in his head.

“someone’s going to kill you! Why don’t you just listen to me damn it!?” Your voice creeped into his mind as he walked in the dark. “You were walking down the main street.” You tried remembering exactly everything you said as he walked the path you mentioned. You couldn’t possiably know what was going to happen! He refused to believe he’d just had a fight for no reason. “There was a loud click and a machine— one I’ve never seen before. It could fit in your hand and shot something like an arrow but small.” Thats just Crazy!

Click

Lucio heard it like a bell in a quiet room, maybe it wasn’t so crazy. “It hit you in the head.” Lucio remember your quivering voice as if you had scene it first hand.

His metal arm flew in front of his face just before a bang similar to a firework went off followed by a loud THINK as the bullet from the shadows ricocheted off Lucio’s golden arm.

He’d be damned it he died like this.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Little Pet. Part Three 💋(NSFW)

Warnings: Sexy time with Shiggy, lots of Praise .

A/N. Learning more about Reader yay!!! This is my first sharing of something Nsfw so yeah. Enjoy! Thank you for reading! All parts can be found under the MrShigaraki tag

Shigaraki had brought you back inside closing the door behind you. Everyone was happy to see you and Toga asked you to hang out with her for a bit. You looked at Shigaraki and he nodded in approval. You hugged him and went with Toga to her room to hang out. Shigaraki went to the couch digging in the cousins pulling his gameboy out abd sitting down turning it on.

Dabi joined Shigaraki on the couch streatching out and looking at the ceiling . Kurogiri was wiping down the bar and trying to get Twice to help him.

“So, boss, what she say?” Asked Dabi looking over curious.

“she said okay obviously.” He mashed the buttons on his gameboy while he talked. “ i did not think she would say no, its not like she causes problems for anyone.”

“She tell you what her quirk was yet?” He asked.

Kurogiri looked up and so did Twice . The button mashing stopped and Shigaraki looked over at the burned man for a minute.

“Im just curious is all Boss” he pursed his lips smiling.

“No, have not asked. “ he answered, annoyed

“But surely you are curious!!!! Maybe not” Twice added.

Shigaraki sunk into the couch groaning up at the ceiling . Sure, he wanted to know . Just never brought it up to you. Figured it was hard to talk about. Must of been pretty powerfull if clean freak took it away from you.

Toga was putting clips and what not in youre hair and making you try on clothes that were either hers or Dabi’s (that she took) and asked you a bunch of stuff about you.

“Oh my gosh Y/N! Im so happy we can hangout like this! “

“Heh me to Toga” you blushed looking all around her room then back at her happy face.

“So!!! Do you remember anything before Chisaki took you?”

You looked at youre hands, you had little scars in the shape of tiny thorns all over youre arms and fingers. You still remember the day like it was yesterday... the shot that took youre quirk away. It hurt... it felt like youre quirk gathered in one spot traveling to your hand and was ripped out with great force. But... befire Chisaki kidnapped you?

“No.. not really . I wish i did. I never heard anything on the news so i think i was just a regular person but with a quirk. Just another missing person heh.. but i know that i did not go to UA. So why would anyone look for me?” You forced a smile and pulled down youre sleeves , trying to push it from youre mind. “I... i remember i liked being outside a lot. The sun made me happy. Like it was giving me energy almost. “

Toga tapped her chin listening to you , she pouted hugging you very tight. “Y/N , dont think you are a nobody because you did not go to UA!!! The Heroes are nothing but a scam!!! They did not even look for you? Not once? No one reported you missing?”

You shrugged. “No. I dont know many people. At least i dont think so. I cant remember heh”

Toga grabbed both youre hands startling you. “Y/N! Everyone here loves you!!! We would so look for you okay?!?”

You smiled leaning into her feeling relieved. “I know Toga. You dont know how much i appreciate it.”

You hugged her thanking her again and decided it was maybe time to go to bed , Toga insisted that you keep the clothes even though the hoodie was Dabi’s.

“Uh.. i dont think Mr. Shigaraki will approve. Maybe you should give it back to Dabi.” You pulled it off folding it up and getting up. Toga frowned but waved goodbye.

You went back to the main room and waved as you passed going down to youre room. Shigaraki looked up from his game and got uo to follow you. He locked the door behind him . He observed you before saying anything , so careful , quiet.

You looked up at the window with a frown, you just wanted to open it and let the fresh air in. You wanted the sun to shine in here during the day so bad . Reaching up you were just under the window unable to open it

“Pet.”

You jumped looking over seeing Shigaraki looking at you, he was slightly hunched over.

“What are you doing...?”

You put youre hands up. “Not what you think Mr.Shigaraki!!! It just gets stuffy in here ... i want some fresh air in the room... i miss the sun too so i thought if i got it open the sun could come in...”

He went to the bed resting his elbow on the bedframe laying his head on his hand. “Come here, Pet.”

You walked over holding yourself. You were telling the truth.. did you mess up youre chances of being outside?

“Sit,Pet” he pointed between his spread legs.

You did. You sat down on youre knees looking down. You felt him staring down at you, his gaze was always gentle but.. he could be really scary when he wanted to be . Slowly you felt a hand gently grip youre cheek . He slowly moved youre head up so you could see him . His hair was hanging over his eyes , slowly his hand traveled up youre cheek to youre head into your hair gripping lightly . He tugged a little gently and a little hard at the same time making you blink and gasp.

“Are you lying Pet?”

“No Mr.Shigaraki. Believe me i-“

He tugged again making you stop.

“Are you sure? Id hate for you to be lying to me Pet.”

Youre heart rate kicked up and you fought back tears. “Im not lying Mr.Shigaraki. I promise. Believe me i like it here i do. When the sun shines on me .. i feel like im re energized is all..”

Missed the fresh air? The sun ? .. energized? He lossened his grip on you moving his hand away. You pouted when he let go of you, he seemed far away now. Shigaraki moved his hand to youre chin gripping it . He had to ask now, but it could wait till after.

“Pet, i believe you, and for being so good im going to give you a little reward” he let go of youre chin and leaned in to the bedframe sighing.

“Thank you Mr.Shigaraki i-“

“Unzip me.” He ordered cutting you off mid sentence.

You held youreself for a minute feeling youre cheeks flush a nice red color. You reached out to his black pants slowly unzipping him . He reached in pulling his member out for you . You gently gripped it with both hands starting a slow stroke up and down.

Shigaraki shuffled around relaxing against the bed frame watching you, youre hands felt so nice on him, he groaned lightly at the sensations as he watched you.

“Such a good Pet making me feel good” he cooed down at you

You felt youre cheeks flush again as he talked, you loved hearing him say things like that. Hearing you were a good pet , it made you happy.

You moved youre left hand to the tip of him rubbing in circles with youre thumb and worked his shaft with youre other hand in a quicker pace now.

“What a .. umf.. good Pet. “ his breathing was getting a little staggered as his arousal grew more and more. “Do you like making me feel good Pet?”

“Yes Mr . Shigaraki!” You smiled blushing as you ran youre thumb in opposite circles, the pre coating the tip now with each circle.

“Umf.. Pet.” He gripped youre hair petting you, lightly thrusting up into youre hands. “Good Pet... what a good little Pet you are.”

You whimpered happily as you jerked him properlly now. Shigaraki’s breaths were heavy now and he was gripping youre hair in a tight fist with his pinkie up.

Shigaraki sucked in a breath feeling his release build up inside him . Sweating lightly as he watched you.

“Open.” He ordered

You looked up letting youre bottom jaw fall open, Shigaraki waved youre hands away and placed the tip on youre tongue finally releasing. He let out a gasp for air as the feeling washed over him. You swallowed his seed and licked the tip till it was clean. Shigaraki took his member out putting it back in his pants . He rubbed his face then looked down at you, you were wiping youre mouth .

“Up... umf..”

You got up and laid down with Shigaraki, he lightly pet youre head

“Good Pet. “

“Thank you Mr.Shigaraki.”

You were quiet while Shigaraki came down from his high. Waiting for him to relax before you said anything else.

“You uhm.. mentioned something about the sun and energy or whatever”

“Huh? Yes i did why ?”

“What was youre quirk pet?”

With that one question all youre happy memories about youre quirk came back. You felt youreself close up mentally, sinking into a pool of memories with no ladder in sight. It was dark. And you felt like you were suffocating .

*

[deivorous]

@ichxgo || Continued from here

The room is warm, almost hot for someone like Grimmjow who runs so cool, but he is much too comfortable on his throne of cool fabric to care. The gentle scratch of pencil on paper, the occasional turn of a polished page, and the gentle wash of Ichigo’s reiatsu has lulled him into a state of near meditative calm. (He’s not dozing damn it!)

Time has been lapsing in and out for a while now. A few minutes here and there, but if the shinigami has noticed how severely lowered his guard is he has neither commented not taken advantage. (He’s getting soft, he thinks, in one of his blearily awake moments, as his gaze lazily traces Ichigo’s jawline and then down the edge of his throat, over the bump of his adam’s apple to the edge of his shirt. He drifts off again to the thought of mouthing along Ichigo’s carotid. Of sinking sharp fangs through soft, ripe flesh. The sweet taste that his hot blood would leave on his tongue. Of Ichigo biting him back. A cannibal’s daydreams.)

Time trickles past like that. Only the occasional shifts of his limbs onto slightly cooler parts of the bed would suggest he’s still mentally present, but he doesn’t properly rouse until Ichigo is finished with his work. Even then, it’s only to crack an eye up at the man when he rattles the frame under him. Human words are such an effort right now. He makes no other movements, relatively content to leave Ichigo to manouvre around him. He only growls a little at the loss of his blanket; Ichigo probably needs it more than him anyway though, so he can have it.

It’s less due to stubbornness that he doesn’t shuffle over a few centimeters and much more due to the fact that Ichigo seems to have no issue with pressing up near entirely along his side in order to squeeze into the space right next to the wall. Not that he’s ever admit that. Ichigo can go on believing its becuase he’s a stubborn asshole. He streatches as if to prove his dickhead intentions, kicking Ichigo slightly in the process, but he settles back down a minute later.

He’ll have to wake himself more properly in a little to stand guard, but for now, he doesn’t want to be anywhere but right here.

[riidcr-archive]

@illtakeyourthrone​ asked:    “The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

              He can’t recall a time when he smiled as much as he did now.      There  wasn’t  much  to  smile  about,      considering  how  many  times  he  avoided  certain  death  in  the  span  of    one  day.      His  head  was  way  up  in  the  clouds  that  he  had  nearly    forgotten    about  that.      though,      he  kept  looking  at  the  plam  of  his  hand  every  now  and  then,      it  acted  as  an  equivalent  to  pinching  one's  self  to  ensure  living  in  reality  and  not  a  dream.      Dream,      there's  that  word  again,      Rapunzel  spoke  of  it  in  such  a  tone  that  gave  gravity  and  importance  to  what  seemed  as  a  silly  notion.      Flynn  took  it  for  granted,      as  he  did  with  many  things  in  life.      Yet  lately...      He  seemed  to  be  thinking  about  it  more  than  he  ever  thought  he  would,      the  blonde  wanted  to  see  the  lanterns  more  than  anything,      she  hanged  onto  the  word  as  if  her  life    depended  on  it,      it  gave  purpose  and    meaning    to  her  solitary  life.      In  a  way,      it  reminded  Flynn  of  himself,      back  when  he  was  an  orphan  with  a  dream  of  his  own,      how  many  nights  did  he  spend  picturing  the  life  he  would  build  for  himself  away  from  the  orphanage ?      All  his  hope  died  when  his  dream    betrayed    him  and  led  him  to  the  life  he  now  knew.      Perhaps  it  was  because  of  his  own  experience  that  he  wanted  help  Rapunzel.      Helping  others  wasn’t  very  much  like  him,      he  rarely  ever  went  out  of  his  way  for  someone,      but  he  didn’t  seem  to  be  worried  about  that,      he  hadn't  even  noticed  that  he  went  out  of  character  with  her  as  well,      which  was  completely  new  to  him.      No  one  knew  Eugene  and  yet  he  chose  to  tell  her  his  name  and  even    trusted    her  with  his  past.  

             Strange...      the  effect  she  had  on  him,      she  made  him  believe  that  he  could  trust  again,      that  he  was    more    than  just  a  wanted  thief  and  for  once...      he  didn’t  hate  his  name  as  much  or  the  part  he  buried  deep  inside,      a  part  she  seemed  to  like  more  and  Flynn  is  still  trying  to  take  her  words  in,      she  liked    Eugene,      no  one  liked  Eugene,      why  did  she  choose  him  over    the  Flynn  Rider ?      And  why  did  he  let  her  call  him  by  his  real  name  after  spending  so  many  years  trying  to  forget  it ?      It  was  a  good  thing  Rapunzel  was  asleep  or  she  would  have  seen  him  smiling  like  an  idiot.      Their  little  talk  by  the  fire  was  all  he  ever  thought  about.     There  were  new  feelings  arising  in  him,      his  heart  felt  light  and  his  stomach  was  in  knots,      there  was  no  reason  for  him  to  share  in  her  excitment,      although  his  was  different,      he  wasn’t  looking  forward  to  see  the  lanterns  as  much  as  the  idea  of    spending  more  time  with  her.      It  might  be  a  mistake  to  get  attached  but  he  didn’t  want  to  care  about  the  risks  this  time.

             It  was  best  to  live  the  moment  and  not  rush  into  things  as  he  always  does.      When  Flynn  shook  himself  off  his  daydreams  he  remembered  the  wood  he  collected  to  keep  the  fire  going  a  little  longer      ❝ Sheesh...    get  it  together  Eugene. ❞      he  mumbled  to  himself  and  paused,      feeling  a  bit  weirded  out  how    naturally    the  name  came  to  his  own  lips.      He  heard  it  again  but  this  time  the  call  came  in  a  softer  tone,      Rapunzel  caught  up  to  him  somehow  and  for  once,      he  didn’t  seem  bothered  by  it.      She  rarely  ever  gave  him  a  moment  of  peace    or  even  left  his  side,      bombarding  him  with  series  of  questions  about  everyday  things  and  activities  he  often  overlooked.      This  wasn’t    curiosity    however,      The  blonde  followed  him  for  another  reason,       he  couldn't  tell  what  but  the  hint  of    worry    in  her  expression  doesn’t  go  unnoticed  by  him.      She  masked  it  well  with  her  sweet  smile  and  the  tease  that  followed,       that  earned  her  his  singature  smirk,     (  which  was  certainly  a  big  improvement  from  the  usual  glare  he  always  gave  at  the  beginning  of  their  adventure.  )    

         ❝ And  firewood  won't  go  collecting  itself.  ❞      Flynn  remarked,      waving  a  stick  in  the  space  between  them  before  he  crossed  it  to  stand  by  her,      he  studied  her  expression  for  a  moment  and  spoke  again      ❝ shouldn't  you  be    sleeping ?      I  don't  think  you  wanna  doze  off  tomorrow  after  all  this  trouble   you    put  both  of  us  through. ❞      he  nudged  the  blonde  in  a  playful  manner,      letting  out  a  sarcastic  laugh  afterwards  when  she  complained  that    he    caused  as  much  trouble  as  she  did.      Well,      that  was  fair...      he  couldn't  really  object  when  it  came  to  that,      but  it  was  fun  to    deny  it.    

            They  returned  to  camp  together,      Flynn  placed  the  pile  somewhere  they  wouldn't  get  tangled  up  in  her  hair,      (  he  was  getting  used  to  moving  around  and  not    tripping    over  it  by  now.  )     Rapunzel  watched  him  feed  the  fire,      how  it  eagrly  swallowed  every  branch  and  grew  in  size.      Flynn  could  feel  her  glance  shifting  towards  him  and  turned  to  find  that  worried  look  again.      He  bit  his  lower  lip  as  the  silence  streatched,      wanting  to  say  something  but  finding  himself  unable  to  form  the  right  words,      another  thing  that  seemed  to  happen  often  with  her  lately.      The  tension  soon  broke  when  the  two  realised  that  they  had  been    staring,      and  as  if  on  cue  they  smiled  at  one  another  and  laughed  a  little  before  looking  away.      Flynn  felt  his  cheeks  getting  a  little  warmer  when  he  couldn't  help  but  to  look  again.

          ❝ You  should...      uh...      you  should  really  get  some  more  sleep,      we  have  a  long  day  ahead  of  us  tomorrow.  ❞      he  said,      rubbing  of  back  of  his  neck  nervously.      Maybe  it  was  best  to  leave  some  things  unsaid  for  now...     Rapunzel  seemed  to  make  her  mind  about  that  as  well.      ❝ Take  your  hair  with  you,      goldie  locks.      I  won’t  be  responsible  if  it  catches  on  fire.  ❞      one  last  remark  came  from  him  as  he  watched  her  get  up  and  leave  his  side.      His  smile  faltered  at  the  thought;      their  time  together  was  coming  to  an  end,      yet  something  told  him  he  wouldn't  be  upset  by  it  in  spite  of  how    heavy    his  heart  felt  at  the  moment.      For  once  in  his  life  he  would  have  done  something    right,     helping  Rapunzel  was  all  that  mattered  at  the  end  of  the  journey,       though  it  didn’t  feel  like  it  was  much,      compared  to  what  she  gave  him  in  return...      A  small  glimpse  of  happines  that  he  wished  to    hold  on  to    just  a  little  longer,      tomorrow  he  would  be  Flynn  Rider  again,      but  tonight  he  was  a  man  with  a  girl  he  liked.

[atlanticcanada]

2020 N.S. municipal elections see gender parity and CBRM's first female mayor

The Cape Breton Regional Municipality has elected its first female mayor, while the Halifax Regional Municipality has voted in a record number of female councillors during the latest round of municipal elections in Nova Scotia.

WOMAN ON TOP

Amanda McDougall beat out two-term incumbent Cecil Clarke by nearly 4,000 votes to become the mayor of the Cape Breton Regional Municipality.

"I am a little tired. I'm not going to lie; it's a lot. There's so many emotions involved in this," says McDougall. "I'm proud. I'm so grateful to my campaign team, who worked incredibly, tirelessly over the last couple of months."

CBRM Mayor Amanda McDougall

The newly elected mayor notes the public support means a lot to her.

"I'm even more grateful to the public for putting their faith and trust in me. Having over 24,000 people believe in you – that's a humbling feeling, but it's also really exciting," says McDougall. "I feel like I'm doing something right if that many people believe in me."

The 37-year-old says in addition to being the first female mayor, she's also pregnant and due in December.

McDougall, who served as a councillor, says she ran for mayor to challenge the "old boys club" way of working, and to bring more transparency and environmental leadership to council.

"How can we do better? How can we fulfill the role of public servant as best as possible and start serving the public more?" says McDougall. "To me, the only logical thing that we can do is bring the public into the decision-making process as much as possible."

Concerning voter engagement, both CBRM and Halifax Regional Municipality saw a significant increase in voter turnout compared to 2016's election.

A HALIFAX FAVOURITE

In HRM, incumbent Mayor Mike Savage captured a staggering 80 per cent of the votes – winning a third term as mayor of Halifax.

"Thanks to everybody in the city. It's going to be a very interesting four years," said Savage on Sunday. "We have lots of challenges, but, you know, the opportunities ahead of this city are amazing."

Halifax Mayor Mike Savage

Savage defeated former councillor Matt Whitman and TikTok star Max Taylor.

The historic election also saw Halifax council reach gender parity, with eight women and eight men elected as councillors.

"I've been in touch with most of them, just to wish them well and to see if I can help in the transition," says Savage. "I want to thank those who were incumbent's folks – like Richard Zurawski and Steve Streatch, both of whom I came to know well and consider friends who worked very hard and did a very strong job."

Reaching parity also means there is a record number of women in council chambers – and Savage can't wait to get started.

"The people have decided what the next council looks like. I'm very pleased to see a lot of women on council and some other new faces," says Savage. "I think it's going to be an interesting four years – I look forward to it."

FRESH FACE

One of those new faces will be Trish Purdy, replacing Lorelei Nicoll, who did not re-offer to represent district four in Cole Harbour, N.S.

"I am so grateful. I am humbled. I will work my heart out for this community," says Purdy, who admits it was a tight race to the finish line – considering she was one of 12 candidates running in her district during a pandemic.

District 4 Cole Harbour-Westphal councillor, Trish Purdy

"My fellow candidates, I think, were amazing," says Purdy. "I got to meet them and thought anyone of them would make a good councillor – so I'm just a little in awe."

Meanwhile, official results for all municipalities will be issued at a later date following a final vote count.

With files from The Canadian Press

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[imnotthishonest]

Twenty Eight.

I’d really like to forget how bad last year got. How deep I was in it, swallowed whole and spit out all. over. the. fucking. place.

But I’m here and I’m very thankful, everyday my eyes seem to open just a little bit more. Sometime’s I’m kind of shocked this is how it happened, that somehow in these small little moments my own mind was fighting itself to see clearer. I was in a trance of some sort. I questioned nothing and literally did anything. Anything that gave me a small little high, because I couldn’t fathom the fact that this is all it was.

There is so much more that I want from this lifetime. I know for sure I’ve been here before but I can’t put all the pieces together. Some of it seems so familiar and some of it… just seems absolutely bizarre. The simplest of thing’s don’t make sense to me but I just keep going, and growing. I am Thankful.

I need to remember daily to be thankful. Thankful for my body, thankful for my being, thankful for my food, my water, my family, my friends, my ancestors, my existence.

Be in the now. Move your fingers, move your toes, extend your back and stretch. Explore your vessel and what its craving to move and streatch this morning. Allow it do to as it pleases. Ground. Breathe. Think, let the negative pass. Allow the new day to exist and be in a positive space. Rock back and forth and warm up your ankles. Reach to your elbows, back, butt, armpits. Crack your toes. You're alive and you're well. You are here and exist for a reason. Your journey is yours alone.

Take time for yourself, 10 minutes a day at the very least. 

This year I want to invite intention into my life. Intention behind everything, every action I make. Strive to have a positive mindset by default. Create a welcoming environment for myself and the people around me. Intention to create a better day every day as many days as possible. Intention behind every action I make.  

To freely express and be honest with my feelings, openly. To let others know my truth. Allowing my true existence to come to fruition.

To Always be thankful for the people in my life and how quickly they could be taken from me without notice. To be thankful of their support and love. To accept their “flaws” and all that they struggle with, vocal or not. Cherish the time I have with them and love I have received.  

To give thanks for the influence of anyone in my life who has passed on and still exists in my mind, my body, my spirit. I believe that somehow some way they are back in this existence called life but on some other level, somewhere else, maybe at some other time and can only be in the next life with another chance at all this but quite possibly in another form. I think of them often, thank them more.

To believe that I am good enough for everything that I dream to be and dream to have. Family, friends, love, experience, happiness, freedom, existence, sisterhood.

To be in nature and believe that all we have is all we should be fine with. That animals are majestic and trees are allowing us to breathe in and out. Birds fly and chirp and wind blows, the sky cries. Remember it all. Appreciate it all. Think of it everyday and experience it EVERY DAY. Breathe in the fresh air, walk on the fresh grass, feel the fresh rain, windy days too. Eat the fruits and vegetables of the earth daily.. why go without them? Think about what you are putting in your body.

Learn - take a class, read a book, talk with your sisters about your feelings and your struggles. Create something new, try something new. Keep information coming and new experiences going.

Believe in yourself. Take a breath and come to the now. Feed yourself the best. Move your body. Think about your mindset. Be the best version of yourself.

[bumblebeeappletree]

Happyhoganon: How popular do you think the Batman Beyond show will be years from now?

Wow I’m currently going through my asks and I cannot believe I didn’t see this. Okay honestly? I’m not entirely sure. I know that since there was that blu-Ray/digital release for the 20th anniversary last year, all the preorder stuff was pretty much sold out. Now we gotta think of who bought that (and perhaps the series that doesn’t include the funkopop) and if they’re sharing it with anyone. The most popular example is if they have any kids. It is a kids show after all.

Okay so let’s say they have a young child age 6. They will grow up watching that show and maybe when their friends come over they watch it together.

Now let’s say the child is maybe 17. They might not get into it since, again, it’s a kids show and it really does have its cheesy moments. But to be fair, there’s a lot of people who watch show that doesn’t target them age wise.

Either way they would come into contact with the show. Some would like it, some won’t. Just like when the show aired. But they will know it. I honestly feel like there’s a lot of people who don’t know what it is. Maybe they know the name, but they really don’t know what it’s about. They don’t know about it being connected to the DCAU or that something called the “DCAU” even exists. Considering the art style changes from Batman The Animated Series to the rest of the DCAU’s shows, it wouldn’t be that hard of a streatch. Especially if they didn’t know Batman The Animated Series is part of the DCAU.

But honestly I’m not sure how popular Batman Beyond would get in the future. maybe writing some ‘crossover’ fanfic of Batman Beyond to the comics Batfam would make people read it, get interested in what Batman Beyond actually is, and go search for it. Because in my experience seeing stuff on other people’s blog, I get a bit interested in what that new thing is if I continue to see content of it.

[thedappleddragon]

Day 87 (Sunday June 7)

I woke up from a dream where I was creating an ad for ATLA and I got into cosplay and had to find a filming location. I went to the pool and a bunch of my friends were there. I showed off my stardew farming skills to Zuko and others who were around. At some point someone started closing the pool cover while people were still in the pool, and we had to pull people out before they drowned, including Judy Hopps. The scene changed to where I was in a new school. My hair was in a bun/ponytail, partially dyed, and really messy. I accidentally wore the school gym uniform on the first day. For some reason I was really excited about the school bathrooms having tiny sinks. I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, and it was beautiful like Katara’s. Back to the pool party, I had brought along a blanket that I own irl to use as a prop to make it looks I was riding on Appa. Someone said they had a real fur throw I could use, but I said that it went against my ways to use things taken from animals, and as I was saying that, two giant ferrets wrapped themselves in the blanket. My dad tried talking to me about the video I was making, asking if it was through the school, and I got annoyed with him saying that it was an online competition. At some point I was trying to take a shot of a beautiful sunset to use in the background of my flying on top of Appa, but no one would help my film.

I woke up and we drove 2 hours to my uncle’s house, picking up my grandfather on the way there. We stayed for a while and talked and had food and went on a walk with my aunt and her service dog. I felt a little awkward the whole time. My aunt’s father (so I guess my great uncle?) showed up and told the same story he always tells whenever college is brought up, so pretty much every time we visit. He always says that when choosing your college major to make sure there are jobs available now. His friend went to college to make cabinets, and when he graduated, turns out no one wants professionally made cabinets. He tells that story all the time and shuts down any option I mention I had been thinking about for college. But eventually we left and drove another 2 hours back, getting Arby’s on the way back. There was a boy at the window and my sister thought he was Absolutely Scrumptious. We talked and talked on the way back, and I talked a lot because I got a soda in the drivethru and got a little hyper. I had a headache the whole drive.

When I got home I was just ready to lie down and play sdv and webkinz, so I did. I seriously considered buying the husky pup webkinz because 1) it’s the pet of the month and I’ve never owned one during its month and 2) I was looking for webkinz to buy back in like January to renew my full membership and that was one of the options I wanted and 3) I’m planning on making a nursery and I need a baby webkinz for that. I don’t think I’ll actually go thru with it tho. And while I was playing stardew, I took too long watering my field and missed the sdv fair event so I just reset the day and quit. I miss festivals more than I would like because I made my farm too big 😔 I really need to make more iridium sprinklers, but sometimes I forget to buy them from Krobus on fridays and I don’t have easy access to iridium in skull cavern because I die so easily. Im waiting until the end of year 2 for that statue grandpa gives you, but I’m still in the middle of fall. I DID complete the community center tho. >:) and I built a shed the other day perfectly tucked away in a nook behind the greenhouse (I’m on the forrest farm layout) and I used all the wood/copper/iron/oak resin I had saved up filling it with about 30 kegs, but I still need like triple that to fill it completely. Maybe I could make that my winter project.

I was just walking around my kitchen eating snacks at 1:30am and thinking about stardew and had an idea. Eric Barone (the creator) mentioned that at one point in development there was a cave farming mechanic where you could plant and harvest crops in the game. I was also thinking about how you can take the mineshaft directly to the 120th floor, but there’s nothing you can actually do down there. I was thinking about what if when you reach the bottom, you could hoe around or something and find an item called jagged rock or mysterious pebbles, and get a quest to bring it to Clint, since he knows blacksmithing and rocks n stuff. Maybe it’s labeled as a geode and when you go into the processing geodes menu and click it onto his anvil it doesn’t break, or maybe his hammer breaks instead. He tells you that he’s never seen rocks like these before and doesn’t know anything about stuff that far down in the mines. You’re prompted to find someone who knows about deep in the mines so you bring them to the dwarf, and he’s like “oh my! These aren’t rocks, they’re seed pods for rare plants farmed by my people before being attacked by the shadow people” (or skip Clint part and a cutscene begins with the dwarf as soon as you come up to the cave entrance) and he would bring you down to the bottom of the mines and reveal a secret chamber with like stalagmites and stalactites and dripping water. He tells you about how these plants take months and months to grow and are extremely sensitive to light, so they cannot grow outside this cave. You don’t have to come water it or anything, but it takes a full year to grow. You only get one seed and if you check on it throughout the year you get to see long vines grow and streatching over what was barren rock. It’s not like nice green lunch vibes, but grey scraggly thorny ones. Maybe bringing it different cave items twice a week like giving gifts to villagers can effect the quality of the fruit. Each quality would have different descriptions, the lowest saying how it’s inedible and desinagrates like ash in your hands. If you grow the highest quality one the dwarf is amazed and thanks you for reminding him of his family and home or something. A very moving scene. Or it could be revealed to be a star drop plant?? Idk. You could only grow one star drop tho, and the rest are just high-quality fruits that could be cooked into a really good everything filling dish. I’m just making stuff up as I go but I like this idea. If it turns out to be a star drop fruit plant, when you walk into the secret room for the first time with it ripe on the vine there’s a cutscene with the dwarf who can’t believe his eyes and the whole room is glowing slightly purple and with little purple sparkles everywhere. Moving scene yadda yadda. Eric take fucking notes. This scene could happen weather it was a star drop or not with some modifications.

I tried writing this entry throughout the day as it was happening, idk if it makes a difference, but I might do that more often. It leads to more rambling about whoever’s on my mind at the moment instead of just what I can remember from the day