#such a random thing but it feels kinda big

[lilianne-tarot]

PICK A CARD: What's Aligning For You Right Now ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

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I. II. III.

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⋆｡𖦹°Pile I

This is BIG ENERGY. Like, "your life is lowkey about to pop off, and you don’t even see it yet" kind of energy. First up, we got The Empress—HELLO, divine feminine energy, abundance, and glowing-up-in-ways you don’t even realize vibes. This tells me that you are stepping into a MAJOR era of self-worth, creativity, and straight-up receiving what is meant for you. Whether you’re manifesting love, success, money, or just being THAT person, the Empress says, “It’s coming, babe, and it’s gonna be lush.” You might not even be actively trying to manifest these things—it’s just that your energy is aligning so well that the universe is like, yep, here you go! (No crumbs, full meal.) BUT THEN—BOOM—Judgement enters the chat. Now, THIS is the wake-up call. The clarity moment. The "oh sh*t, that’s why everything was happening that way" realization. A lot of you might be going through a phase where you’re looking back at your past and feeling like things are finally making sense—why certain relationships didn’t work, why you had to go through those L’s, why you’ve been feeling so drawn to new things lately. So if you’ve been feeling kinda introspective, maybe questioning your path, maybe getting random signs from the universe—this is why. And now we have 8 of Wands—aka, the "FAST FORWARD BUTTON." This tells me that whatever you’re manifesting is not creeping in slowly—it is COMING IN HOT. Some of y’all might have already been feeling this shift. Maybe things in your life suddenly started moving quicker, new opportunities popping up, sudden changes happening, people coming out of nowhere. The energy here is SPEED—things aligning rapidly. (Also, random, but some of y’all might be getting sudden travel opportunities or long-distance connections being activated 👀). Finally, 4 of Wands—THE CELEBRATION CARD. Whatever you’re manifesting, it is leading to joy, stability, and even a major milestone moment. Some of you are literally manifesting a life upgrade—this could be moving, getting into a dream school or job, entering a healthy and stable relationship, or finally feeling at home within yourself. This card is giving “you made it” energy. Some of y’all might not even realize you’re on the path to manifesting a dream life moment, but spirit is like, SURPRISEEEE! 🎉

If any of this is resonating, congrats—you are literally aligning with something huge, and you might not even be seeing the full picture yet. But trust me, it’s coming. 🚀

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⋆｡𖦹°Pile II

Alright, Pile 2, let’s talk. You might not even realize it yet, but you are literally aligning with a whole new chapter—one that’s about emotional renewal, deep self-discovery, and finally getting the support you deserve. Let’s break it down.

Starting with The Hermit, and WOW, okay—this is BIG reflection energy. Y’all have been in self-discovery mode, whether you meant to or not. You might be isolating more than usual, questioning everything, feeling detached from old connections, or just vibing alone a lot. But here’s the thing: this isn’t just about being introverted or withdrawing from people. This is about a major internal shift—your soul is literally calling you to go inward because you’re about to level TF up emotionally and spiritually. The Hermit isn’t about loneliness—it’s about elevation. You may not see it yet, but everything that’s falling away is making room for the right people, opportunities, and emotional experiences to enter. And that brings me to the Ace of Cups—because BABE. This is big heart chakra energy. You are manifesting an emotional reset. Whether it’s new love, renewed self-love, healing, or finally feeling emotionally safe, the Ace of Cups is telling me your heart is about to be FULL again. Some of you have been feeling empty or emotionally exhausted. i see a fresh start for you people.

(Also, random, but if some of y’all have been having crazy vivid dreams or getting random emotional downloads, that’s your intuition waking up—pay attention.)

Some of you keep looking back at something that was already meant to be left behind. You are manifesting forward movement, but your energy keeps glancing in the rearview mirror. Lastly, we got the 3 of Pentacles—and this is so interesting because it’s a very different vibe from the rest of the spread. While The Hermit is about being alone, and the Ace of Cups + 8 of Cups reversed are about emotional healing, this card is all about collaboration, teamwork, and building something with others.

Translation? You’re manifesting the right people. Whether that’s soul-aligned friendships, a healthy romantic partner, creative collabs, or just finally feeling like you have a support system—this is confirmation that you won’t have to do it all alone forever. Your people are coming, and they’re going to actually SHOW UP for you.

Your message? Trust the process, stop looking back, and be open to receiving. What’s ahead is 10x better than what’s behind you. 🚀

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⋆｡𖦹° Pile III

PILE 3, you’re out here casually shifting timelines without even realizing it. 😭✨

10 of Cups is THE dream card. It’s giving ultimate happiness, soul-aligned relationships, emotional security, “I made it” energy. This is what’s aligning for you RIGHT NOW. But here’s the catch—you might not even see it yet. The universe is literally trying to serve you your happy ending on a silver platter, but are you even at the table?? Listen, love—you’ve been standing at a crossroads for too long. There’s a decision you’re either avoiding or feeling super stuck on. You’re second-guessing, hesitating, maybe even self-sabotaging. You say you want new experiences, but when the opportunity actually presents itself, you freeze? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. You’re manifesting a big life shift, but hesitation is slowing down the delivery.

queen of pentacles is the card coming through like a concerned bestie who knows you’re not drinking enough water or getting enough rest. Be honest—are you neglecting your own needs?Your manifestations NEED you to be in alignment. If you’re burnt out, overworked, or neglecting your well-being, you’re basically slamming the brakes on your own blessings. Take care of yourself so your manifestations can actually land. knight of wands comes and here’s where it gets spicy. This card is a fireball of movement, passion, and bold energy. Whatever you’ve been lowkey craving—whether it’s a person, a career move, or a fresh adventure—it’s on its way FAST. This is not a slow-burn manifestation; this is “strap in, babe, it’s happening. The energy is here. The drive, the passion, the opportunity—it’s all aligning. The real question is: will you be ready to receive it?

Bestie, you’re on the verge of something major. Your manifestation is already here, but your energy needs to match it. Prioritize yourself, make the move you’ve been afraid to make, and let the show begin. 🚀✨

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[chrissturnsfav]

Can u do one of rapper chris getting drunk at an influencer party and kinda like an angst between them but fluff towards the end

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris and singer!reader in an argument

the bass is so loud you can feel it in your chest. chris is beside you, and even though you’re surrounded by a crowd of influencers, you still feel chris’ hand on the small of your back.

chris is barely holding it together. he’s laughing loud, joking around with nick and matt, but he’s already had a little too much to drink. you also know he’s done a line of coke earlier, and you can tell he’s not as “on” as he usually is, like he’s in some kind of buzzed haze.

you’re standing near the bar when you feel someone’s eyes on you. you don’t even look, but chris does. you don’t know who it is—some guy in the corner, probably just checking out the crowd—but suddenly, chris goes tense next to you. you look up at him, his face a little darker than usual, the playful edge in his voice gone.

“yo,” he says, low and rough, “you see that? that guy? starin’ at you?”

you roll your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “you’re being dramatic, baby,” i mutter, trying to deflect.

chris is not having it. “nah, nah. that shit ain’t cool,” he slurs, his protective streak kicking in full force. “you lookin’ like that—wearing that skirt, and he’s starin’ at you like that? nah, not today. fuck that.”

“chris, relax,” you say, trying to keep it cool. “he’s just looking, it’s no big deal.”

but that only makes it worse. he leans in close, his breath on your ear. “don’t tell me to relax, kid. ion want random dudes eye fuckin’ my girl. shit’s disrespectful as fuck.”

you can feel his hand gripping your waist a little tighter now, and something inside you snaps. “don’t talk to me like that, chris,” you say, voice a little louder than you mean for it to be. “i’m not some fucking toy or thing that’s owned by you, alright?”

chris’ eyes flash with something dark, but you’re too drunk and too pissed to care. “the fuck? you know i jus’—”

“you just what?” you interrupt, voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration. “you think i can’t take care of myself?”

the air between you both feels thick, and you can feel all eyes on you two now. the anxiety is building up in your chest, but you refuse to back down.

“you’re fucking overreacting,” you mutter, crossing your arms, trying to stop the shaking in your hands.

there’s a moment of silence where neither of you speak, and it feels like time has stopped. you hate fighting with him, especially when you know it’s because he’s drunk. you know he doesn’t mean to be like this, but the longer this goes on, the worse it feels.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, chris steps closer to you, his voice quieter but still intense. “fuck...m’sorry,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair, the tension easing. “i jus’, like, i can’t stand the thought of someone thinkin’ they can touch you ’n shit, makes me feel fuckin’ sick.”

you can feel the softness in his tone now, and it makes your heart soften too. “i’m not gonna let anyone get close to me if i don’t want them to, chris,” i say, my voice barely above a whisper.

he nods, looking you in the eye, his gaze so sincere now. “i know. i jus’ can’t help it sometimes. m’sorry.”

you take a deep breath, the anxiety starting to lift as you look at him. “i get it. but you gotta trust me more than that, okay?”

chris grins, and you swear it’s like the whole room brightens when he does. “aight. i’ll try. as long as mothafuckers don’t start touchin’ you. ’cause then m’done.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” you reply, rolling your eyes playfully, but you can’t help but smile back. “you just get jealous, i get it,” i tease cheekily.

chris huffs out a laugh, pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around you tight. “hell yeah, i get jealous. have you fuckin’ seen yourself?” he mumbles, smirking down at you, eyes raking over your pretty face and then down to your body

“whatever, chris,” you mutter, but you're grinning, feeling the weight of the argument fall away as he kisses the top of your head.

“i mean c’mooon,” he says, his voice soft now, teasing. “you too fine for your own good.”

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[skzthelomlhehe]

Kinky kinda love: you walk in on them fapping to your pictures 💕

2. Changbin and Hyunjin

Synopsis: You were asleep in your room after a long business trip. Both you and your boyfriend missed each other due to your schedules. It's not anything new for you and your boyfriend to send each other pictures of yourselves. It ranged from goofy selfies and silly cadids to sexy lingeries, slutty outfits or random spicy pics. It seems your boyfriend's kinky brain found it a good idea to jerk off of your picture on the living room couch while you were deep in sleep, oblivious to their surroundings.

Warning: smut MDNI, degradation/praise kink, bondage, choking, spanking, dacryphilia, fj, begging, reader is referred to as princess/angel/mistress

A/N: I know I said I'd go on my break immediately but I just... I couldn't 😭 I just had a random burst of inspiration?????? So yeah! There y'all freaky bitches go! A Hyunbin headcanon! I had way too much fun writing this one for some reason- ENJOY THIS STUPID BRAINROT MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Masterlist Tag reqs: @bluesungology @diabolicalkitkat @capricorn-girl0112 @daysofskz-ateez @neginktn @seoul1207

Minchan headcanon

Smut under cut

• Seo Changbin 서창빈

He knew you were sleeping when he got home. So he was as quiet as he possibly could. He would go up to your shared room and melt into a puddle when he sees you sleeping. His bulge although... Yeah nah that thing is FAR from melting.

He'd go to the living room, sit on the couch and bring out his phone to scroll through your pictures. At some point, he couldn't help but slide his hand inside his pants to jerk off.

It was perverted, sure, but he just couldn't resist you.

Feel like he'd be into bondage just like how you love it when he chokes you. He'd whimper as he scrolls through your pictures, "fuck baby... Wish I could tie you up and fuck you so good..." He'd sigh.

You would slowly creep up behind him before wrapping your arms around his neck, "Miss me, baby?"

He'd flinch, fumble when he sees you. His cheeks bright red. "Fuck uhhh- im so sorry I uhh" but you would just shut him up with a kiss. Truly, he's too cute~

After some more embarrassed excuses and reassuring kisses, when he finally fucks you... He'd go crazy. All consensual of course 💕

He'd fuck you right there. Take his belt off to tie up your wrists, tug on it and go, "that feel okay, angel?" And you'd nod. He'd kiss you everywhere. Bite into your supple flesh to leave pretty little marks all over your body. He loves to see you covered in traces of him. He loved to mark you as his.

He'd choke you as he pounds into you. Maybe even flip you over and spank you red. Make you count that shit, even. He'll cum all over you. Creampie if you permit.

"fuck I... I missed you so fucking much, princess... Shit you feel so good..! I missed fucking you like this so bad... So tight for me, princess... So pretty and tight for me, aren't you?" He'd growl as he holds onto your hips tightly. Probably leave some bruises there too.

It all acted like a drug, honestly. You love it when he's being rough with you. You love it when you let him use you.

And when all is done, he's gonna cuddle you just a second longer, kiss you just a little more and clean you up only to not let you go again. He's gonna whisper sweet nothings in your ear, tell you how much he missed you and how much he desperately wanted to hold you in his arms again.

"I missed you so much, baby... It feels so good to hold you in my arms again..." He'd mumble, snuggling into you. "I missed you too, binnie~" you'd giggled as you hugged just a little tighter.

• Hwang Hyunjin 황현진

Wrecked. Absolutely wrecked. He doesn't know what happened. How it happened. But suddenly you were there, in front of him, a big smirk on your face, his phone dangling between your finger tips as his hardened, throbbing cock still stuck out of his pants.

"Mind explaining this, baby?" You'd ask slyly and he'd blush even more. You didn't expect him to be into rough play. Him being on the recieving end, much less. So when you heard him moan, "oh mistress... I wish you would use me... And... Fuck me up so bad..." You were quite taken aback.

"I didn't know you were into this kinda stuff, sweetheart~" you grinned smugly. Oh how you loved it when he was all red and shy. And soon, he was on the floor, down on his knees as you sat on the couch, legs crossed.

"I-im... Im sorry..." He mumbled, looking down ashamed. Your feet trailed down to his cock, rubbing it slowly, "this little guy here doesn't seem very sorry, though?" You giggled.

"sh...shit... Im... Im sorry, baby..." He whimpered. You stopped rubbing on him before leaning down, your lips ghosting over his, "it's not baby for you, Hyunjin."

He shuddered, "y-yes, mistress..." You were having too much fun with this (just like how I'm having too much fun writing this at 2 am. LITERALLY.)

It never occurred to you how satisfying it could be to press and rub on a dick with your feet. The way Hyunjin squirmed and cried under you just made you shudder in arousal. His tears were like aphrodisiac. You loved it when he cried. You loved to tease and edge him until he couldn't take it anymore.

You kissed him dumb. The way he ate up your throbbing cunt got you quivering. His long fingers were so perfect. Your hands trailed up to his head to push him deeper between your legs. "Fuck you're such a slut, you know that? Does it feel good? Does mistress' pussy taste good, baby?"

It was clear he was pussy drunk, just eating you up like a man starved. He'd pull out and look at you deadass and say, "sit on my face, please mistress..." The utter whorish look on his face as he begged was enough to make you feel weak in the knees.

He lapped up every drop of your orgasm as you rode his face, coming down from your high. The way he fucked you... God it felt heavenly. His whimpers, his begs, it was all music to your ears.

You loved it when he was being so submissive. You loved it when he called you mistress. At some point, dominance and submission would go through the window and all there would be left are two rabbits in heat fucking each other senseless.

He'd cum all over you. He'd beg, "I wanna cum on your face, mistress... Please... Please let me cum on your face, please?" And there was no way you could say no.

Once you both are done, he'd take pictures of you if you permit and save them in the depths of his phone where he keeps all those gorgeous, sexy pictures of you. The ones only he can see. Might even paint you.

"I love you so much, mistress... I missed you so much...~" "I missed you too, baby~"

Hyunbin edit cuz we love 💕

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ missin' you lots .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Epel Felmier x gn! reader

𓏵 588 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, fluff, unestablished relationship with reader

been feeling a bit unwell lately, but I was able to finally proofread this! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

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The first letter arrives only a few days after Epel leaves for break. It’s written on simple parchment, the ink a little smudged in places, like he rushed to fold it up before it fully dried. You recognize his messy scrawl immediately.

Hey.

I dunno if this is weird or not, but I figured I’d write ya. My Gran said it’s good manners to send letters to folks ya care ‘bout, and, well… I guess that means you. Don’t go readin’ too much into it or nothin’!

Anyway, home’s been the same. Cold as ever, but at least I get to eat all the apples I want. I helped out at the orchard today—feels good doin’ somethin’ useful instead of worryin’ ‘bout schoolwork all the time.

Betcha the others are givin’ ya trouble without me there, huh? Don’t let ‘em push ya ‘round too much.

…Welp, guess that’s all. See ya when I’m back.

A few days later, another letter arrives, and then another. They come at random times, sometimes two in one week, sometimes a gap of several days. The frequency tells you more than he ever says outright—he’s thinking about you often, even if he won’t admit it.

His letters are always filled with little details about his life back home. Stories about working in the orchard, getting roped into town chores, and his constant struggle between wanting to enjoy break and wanting to get back to Night Raven College. He tries to play it cool, but his words betray him.

You ever tried apple butter before?

My Gran made some fresh, and it’s real good. I was thinkin’ maybe I’d bring ya a jar… if ya want. Not sayin’ I made it special for ya or nothin’, just figured ya might like it. No big deal.

I raced some of the boys from town today.

I won, obviously. Ain’t lost my edge yet. I bet I could even take that smug housewarden of mine in a race if he ever stopped actin’ all high ‘n mighty for five minutes.

...Kinda miss havin’ someone ‘round to cheer me on, though.

And then, there’s the one that nearly makes your heart stop.

I saw somethin’ today that reminded me of ya.

There was this field near the orchard, real quiet and peaceful. The sun was settin’, and the sky was all soft oranges and pinks. I dunno why, but it made me think of ya.

Kinda stupid, huh? I ain’t poetic or nothin’, but… I guess I just wanted to tell ya.

The next letter is messier than usual, like he wrote it in a hurry.

Forget I said all that in the last letter.

I was just ramblin’. Dunno why I even—just, uh, ignore it.

Anyway, I’ll be back soon. Try not to get in trouble before then, alright?

But when you finally see him again at Night Raven College, the first thing he does—before he even drops his bags, before he even greets anyone else—is shove a small jar into your hands.

"...Here. Apple butter. Like I promised."

You smile, fingers brushing against the ribbon tied around the lid. "You really did bring me some."

Epel turns red and crosses his arms, looking away. "’Course I did. Ain’t the type to go back on my word." Then, quieter, "’Specially not when it comes to you."

Yeah. You’re definitely keeping those letters forever.

[hitlikehammers]

steddie does the 🌷flower-blooming🌷 disease love thing—but make it ✨only softness✨

OR: think hanahaki with a princess romantic, ✨non-life threatening✨, horticultural🌿 streak

Honestly: after everything, the flowers should not have been a surprise. And look: sappy romance novels might talk about choking on them or what the fuck ever, about it being lethal if unrequited, blah blah etcetera. But as far as Eddie ever understood, it was kinda like…your body having too much of a thing, and needing to expel it, lest it cause some kind of imbalance. But when it was love—requited or otherwise—it expelled itself as something a little horrifying, but undeniably beautiful. Flowers. And you tend them as best you can. They’re a part of you. Because it’s terrifying. But it’s beautiful. You’re in love that big.

rating: t ♥️ tags: post-s4, falling in love, friends to lovers, fluff, romance, softness, hanahaki disease, or really more: hanahaki-adjacent 🌺🌻, as in: NO life-threatening angst ONLY big feelings and beauty, feelings reveal, love confessions, happy ending♥️

for @steddielovemonth day sixteen: “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson

A lot had changed since Vecna. Aches and pains that weren’t there before. Nightmares featuring a very new cast of characters. A family he never could have imagined cobbling together who actually took the concept seriously, in a way Eddie had never felt anything close to in his life—save with Wayne. Random worries that plagued a lot of random moments, unprovoked.

Steve goddamn Harrington sliding almost too-perfectly into every little crevice of Eddie’s life—except for the sexy ones and…that hadn’t started as a problem. In fact, it hadn’t started even as a consideration, because gorgeous as he is? Straight-hero-boy was never gonna be on Eddie’s metaphorical dance card. So it’d been a much less convoluted and earth-shattering experience—though it still very much was both of those things; just less—to wake up in the hospital with Steve napping at his side, or squinting at a pamphlets nurse had left about physical therapy; or waking up and Steve was already in the kitchen making breakfast, like real breakfast, when Eddie’s meal standards usually involved shoving his hand into a box and stuffing his mouth with theta he could grab. Or Steve just, stopping by before or after his shifts, to see if Eddie needed anything. To listen to Eddie ramble about a campaign, or bring Eddie the latest release from a band he said he liked probably one time. To fall asleep on the bed on top of the comforter and cut the nightmares short just by rolling over with a hand to eddies chest and a muffled S’okay.

Or most uncanny: coming over, just to hang out.

So getting used to all that made it easier to segue into going to visit Steve at work when Eddie could finally move around enough to drive again. Stopping at Steve’s place unannounced when he’d finally been convinced he was genuinely welcome—by way of Steve giving him a key, what the fuck—and that there really were no parents waiting with pitchforks. Trying his own hand at making meals for when Steve worked midday shifts, so he’d have something when he pulled in—so what if it’s frozen pizza. It’s the fucking thought that counts—and Eddie really does need to start small. He really can’t start a fire in Steve’s kitchen, so he needs to get a decent track record going here in his own first.

Because he does want to cook for Steve. In Steve’s kitchen. When he spent the night at Steve’s, even. When he kept some nightmares in check.

Honestly: after all that, the flowers should not have been a surprise.

And look: sappy romance novels—aimed either at horny teenagers or housewives who can’t get a refill on their antidepressants—might talk about choking on them or what the fuck ever, about it being lethal if unrequited, blah blah etcetera. But as far as Eddie ever understood, it was kinda like…your body having too much of a thing, and needing to expel it, lest it cause some kind of imbalance. Like lots of…body things.

But when it was love—requited or otherwise—it expelled itself as something a little horrifying, but undeniably beautiful.

Flowers.

So when Eddie starts growing jasmine from his fingertips; honeysuckle in the hairs on his arms and legs; bluebells from every line of scar tissue, no matter where it ran; alternating sunflowers, dahlias, and red asters, straight from the center of his sternum, always in the same order and always accompanied by whichever wasn’t steadily unfurling from his chest, the other two in spades were getting coughed up not violently, but persistently, in the meantime—always, like all of it, a little fucking terrifying—with blossoms of lisianthus to cover both his nipples—which he had to look up; they were real pretty but fuck if he’d ever seen one before it bloomed his tits like a Renaissance painting trying to be censored by a stray leaf—before he pulled them all the way out and sparked the cycle again: horrifying. But he knew enough that the point was to cultivate the growth, the encourage your own body doing its thing to keep you a-okay (or close enough), so he does what everyone’s taught to do, if this…challenge happens to visit upon them.

You fucking plant them. So they can take root the way they want to but can’t—whether because it’s too much for anyone to speak and show even their truest, most treasured partner, or because they don’t, or can’t, have a partner with whom to even try—but you plant the growing things, the living embodiment of what your heart’s beating out of your pores.

Literally.

And you tend them as best you can. They’re a partof you.

Because it’s terrifying. But it’s beautiful.

You’re in love that big.

And of course Eddie knows why. He watches Steve sleep too much, touches his chest to ease the nightmares too much, cooks next to him too much, feels his breath catch at his side on the sofa too much, for him not to know.

He’s kinda proud of it, actually. Because what he feels is this huge and terrifying and exquisite. No matter what he can never do about it with his gorgeous straight now-undoubtedly-best friend.

But it is massive and terrifying and beautiful, and fuck yeah his every cell should be blossoming a testament to the fact that he, freak-supreme Edward Munson, gets to feel it. No matter what comes or doesn’t—save for the flowers themselves.

It’s predictable, though, and definitely in line with both Eddie’s general mixed bag of luck, as much as with the life and routine and expectation of the presence of Steve goddamn Harrington, that…well:

“What is this?”

Eddie tapping down the soil around the last of this morning’s ready-to-transplant blossoms he plucked straight out the shower—good for like…watering and stuff.

He thinks.

He hadn’t heard Steve’s approach, is the thing. And he’s never shown Steve this little space, cordoned off at the edge of the woods behind the little house their government money earned them. It’s mostly out of sight. There no reason to poke around out here.

Save…well. This reason.

“Just my garden,” Eddie tries to say all casual, keep it light like his heart’s not in his goddamn throat.

“You,” Steve says slow, walks the perimeter like he recognizes on sight what this is, what this means, that it’s all terrifying and beautiful and something close to sacred.

All he says is:

“These can’t grow this fast.”

Like he actually does specifically know for a fact that the various species in the ground in front of them couldn’t naturally be this big, this fast, in the time since the Munsons moved in.

Eddie still asks, because he’s never taken Steve here, wasn’t expecting Steve to find him here now, and his heart’s still knocking wild at the base of his fucking throat:

“How do you know?”

Steve looks at Eddie for a series of blinks that feel probably a lot longer for how many heartbeats fit into the space of time. Then he shrugs, eyes back to the flowers:

“I like to garden.”

That’s news to Eddie.

“How do you know I didn’t like to garden, too? Y’know, before?”

Because Eddie could have. Not like they’d known each other. He doesn’t know where in the fucking trailer park he’d have done it, let alone hidden it from view so as to have no evidence, but he couldhave. These beauties could have been salvaged from a former home, a half-former life, for all anyone could prove—the trailer’s long been confiscated and the lot it’s sat on’s still quarantined.

Steve leans over the sad little fence Eddie’s put up around the edges, where the larger plants—mostly the ones that burst out from the center of his chest—make a border. His eyes flick up to Eddie’s as he reaches for a petal, but doesn’t touch: he’s asking permission.

And of course Eddie nods, because anything he has is Steve’s. No question.

“Who is it for?”

Eddie nearly can’t stop himself from snorting because: anything he has is Steve’s.

This, maybe most of all.

“No one I can have,” Eddie leans against the opposite line of fencing as Steve strokes bright red, bright yellow, satiny fronds that looks right in his hands.

“That’s insane,” of Steve’s response, more to the flowers than to Eddie.

Bur at the very least it lets Eddie get the snort he’d stifled earlier out as he deadpans:

“Gee, thanks.”

Steve looks up then. Petals still held delicate between deft fingertips.

“No, I just,” and his eyes are wide when he glances back down, releases the petals gently, makes sure they fall back to where they’re meant to lie. Pristine.

Precious.

Something pings like a plucked string in eddies chest, underneath where he’s due for a sunflower to appear real soon

“I mean, loving you would be such a,” Steve looks up and locks with Eddie’s eyes:

“A privilege.”

More plucking in Eddie’s chest for that, Jesus fuck. The sprouting of a petal above the sensation. Quicker; more urgent—his heartbeat slamming like it’s pushing the blossom out all on its own.

Eddie doesn’t know what to make of that, save maybe that’s how this works, when the reason for it all is standing in front of you, spouting…this.

This.

Then Steve’s glancing around a little more, taking in the varietals on display a little more intently before he adds:

“Flowers or no flowers.”

He says it almost a little breathy, but. It might just be Eddie’s imagination.

“I never really understood it,” Steve goes on, apropos of everything but still kinda out of nowhere all the same. “Like is it supposed to be a, a modern day dowry or something? But it’s not worth money which, I guess,” he licks his lips, and Jesus H, he’s so fucking beautiful.

Terrifying, but beautiful.

“That would be better, really,” Steve decides with a gentle little smile. “Means more.”

It means…everything, really. Steve means everything.

Flowers or no, he already did. And now, it’s…Eddie kinda appreciates the terror. He loves knowing, having tangible proof of how his heart’s that set, and unwavering with it.

“I wished for it. As a kid.”

Eddie tilts his head as Steve lifts a while sunflower—the one flower especially that Eddie knows gives full weight to the who of all this.

As if there was any question.

“So many times,” and Steve’s burying his face a little in the massive head of the flower—they don’t smell like much, Eddie’s learned.

But he kind of thinks what they do smell like, really is sunshine.

“Can I,” Steve swallows, straightens, looks hopeful, nervous.

Beautiful; terrified.

“Can you, just,” he clears his throat, and extends a hand; “cane you come with me somewhere?”

As if it’s a question. As if it’s ever been a question.

His hand’s in Steve’s between heartbeats.

“I need to show you something,” Steve whispers, but his smile is…golden.

The car ride is silent, but they done let go. Eddie gets led into the Harrington house, up the stairs, farther down the hall than he ever really goes.

He understands why once the door to one of the last rooms is opened, and as he’s led inside.

“Steve…”

He takes in the fragrance; he takes in a puzzling cross of chaos and maze-like intrigue in raised flower beds under greenhouse lights. It’s like a puzzle, a game, on a rich-boy budget.

It’s two lives, laid out in a single beautiful testament.

“I didn’t always love to garden, just always wanted to,” Steve murmurs low; terrified—but so so warm; “wanted to feel enough, to garden.”

Eddie turns from taking in the intricate lines from a bird’s eye perspective, appreciating how it draws him in, like it, like it’s for—

“Who,” he chokes around the question he can’t help but ask, hope to big and goring, a bubble set to burst through his ribs:

“Who’s it for?”

Steve leans closer, raises a brow.

“Eddie,” he says pointedly; it’s terrifying, how beautiful Eddie’s stupid simple name sounds in that voice, on that tongue.

Steve grabs Eddie’s hands again and walks the through the labyrinth slow, intentional, and eddies breath catches when it hits him: they’re all the same.

The flowers are familiar because their gardens are the same.

Save for one striking difference. A notable lack of yellow. But then—

Steve crouches a little, lifts a very delicate flower hanging from a broad-growing shrub, frames it in the hollow of his palm.

“What do they look like, to you?” Steve asks, but the answer’s fucking obvious:

Music notes. They’re, they’re…

They’re Steve’s garden’s sunflowers.

They’re the ones that make it undeniable, the answer to Eddie’s shaky-hopeful question.

But if they weren’t, if they somehow were not themselves enough—

Steve pulls Eddie close, close, closer.

Kisses his mouth as satin-sweet as a petal between fingertips.

And Eddie’s chest feels like it’s blooming every shade of loving, all at once, for the discovery:

He hadn’t even scratched the surface of just how much love he could feel. And there’s not terror in it, now.

But there is so much more beauty.

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[phightingheadcanons]

SFOTH Headcanons bc why not

Windforce - Will just kind of appear around(mostly behind) banhammer sometimes. if he's talking to another inphernal when this happens he'll notice their reaction and just casually turn around and go, "hi mom" - She may have taken playground into the air, but she is surprisingly not there very often (you'd think that a deity that pulled an entire faction out of the ground and into the air would hang around, but nope) - Despite being very rambunctious and kind of impulsive (also just kind of crazy to the point where even the other SFOTH don't stop her from doing what she wants to do), she's actually a really caring person and would do just about anything to protect the other SFOTH and Banhammer. - It usually gets a bit breezy or windy when Windforce is nearby, so if the wind suddenly picks up out of pretty much nowhere, she's probably nearby. Also probably behind her son lol

Firebrand - He feels really bad about what happened to Dom and about his and Valk's parents not being present so he tries to take care of them the best he can, but often had to rely on Umbrella to take care of them (you can only do so much with hands that hot -- literally) - Before he just kind of disappeared he would actually try and see the inphernals as much as he could (mostly when Valk and Dom were around though bc grandsons) and was always kind, which is why he is(was?) the most beloved deity. - The air gets warmer smells kind of like campfire smoke smell when he's nearby, but really really faintly. Even when you're right next to him the campfire smell isnt very prominent. Its there, but not very strong at all

Venomshank - constantly has to break up petty fights between Sword and Sisyphus because they act like siblings in a lot of ways - ^ Venomshank has gone into a "small" panic because of these a few times before, but mostly only when Sword begins to pull out his gear or Sisyphus goes big bird. or both at the same time (the two never actually aim to hurt each other, they just basically do sibling things in fights and whatnot) - You can usually tell Venomshank nearby because the area will smell a little off. Like less fresh if that makes any sense-

Ghostwalker - Revives people even though he sometimes doesn't think they're worth reviving. Study purposes, lets say - Since Ghostwalker doesn't really feel emotions, he didn't really teach Ghostdeeri how to respond in certain situations, she both learned on her own and through Traffic - Ghostwalker is probably one of the most feared or at least like suspicious deities to the inphernal ( other than Windforce and maybe Darkheart) - When Ghostwalker is nearby the air just gets kinda dry. Like desert air, but without the heat. just dry (this is coming from someone who lives in a desert area)

Ice Dagger - Just a little little guy (but actually kinda scary) - Generally liked by the inphernals because he is mostly chill, but can and will sometimes just attack random people that are alone. why? great question, moving on (aka I have no idea) - its usually recognizable if Ice Dagger is nearby because the air will get a little bit chillier in that one area, but perfectly fine everywhere else, just around him. - ^ the size of the area can change depending on his mood or even the current weather of that time of year (if its more chilly outside it'll feel colder in a wider area than if it was warmer outside, that kind of thing)

Darkheart - Can and will use inphernals as fishing bait because why not - They refer to themselves plurally because they have this little voice in the back of their head that they think isn't them, but is really just their internal dialogue - The air will get a lot more humid when Darkheart is nearby, like, *really* humid. almost 100% humidity humid type humid. (which sounds like actual hell to someone who has only ever lived in desert air)

Illumina - tends to scare inphernals a lot. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not, but most of the time at least a little bit intentional - He'll kind of just appear sometimes just to scare ppl - ^ or he'll appear behind someone that's talking shit about either himself or another SFOTH (yes even if its shit talking Darkheart) and will just be like "You talking shit about ___?" and scare the shit out of them then disappear again - ^^ also sometimes he'll say more after asking. like if the person is shit talking Darkheart he'll just continue with something like "keep up the good work" or something stupid like that. just because he hates them - is mostly silent and doesn't appear often in the slightest. only appears to inphernals like, once every blue moon and he's fucking gone again, they don't even really know what happened and cant process it its so fast - The air actually doesnt really change much when Illumina is nearby. like, something feels off all of a sudden, but you cant really place what feels off. it just feels off.

- 🌌✨️ anon (I'm trying not to spam headcanons into the inbox, sorry if I am- I'm trying to space them out slower than my brain is making them but its making them too fast-)

oh nono anon its okay (i know im really late) but um. spamming inbox is okay!!

[ace-of-hugs]

yes yes yes i love this wnd i had so many thoughts on all of the things you were saying i just had to add on

(first off, i would like to make it clear to everyone reading that i have never personally played the games, but i have followed it via youtube playthroughs and theory videos since chapter one, so that is the extent of my knowledge of the game, i dont actually know how it feels to play)

i completely agree with your point about the antagonists

like doey was not an antagonist at all, so it felt just really random to suddenly turn him into a monster. I think, considering wjat we know about him it kind of makes sense from a character perspective (because hes established to be aggressive when overwhelmed) but from a gameplay perspective, considering how the previous games approached the antagonists, it seems out of the blue and weird, kind of like they were attempting a twist villain but really really badly.

like you said, the antagonists were set up so differently to previous games. in the other games, there was one main antagonist and every game built up to a big boss fight with them at the end, building up tension towards this moment from the start and having a clear goal of defeating them. whereas, in chapter four, we’re almost immediately introduced to yarnaby and the doctor and then yarnaby chases us and just… dies

and theres still, like, several hours of gameplay left

i wasnt paying attention to most of the marketing and stuff but from what i gathered, yarnaby was pretty established and then they just kinda killed him in the middle of the game and were like “oh well”

and the doctor’s death was similarly weird and kinda lame

like I’ll admit i completely zoned out during it and so i have basically no memories of the period between the ultimatum thingy and getting back to safe haven, but i did look it up and it was jsut kind of meh?

like he’s also been kind of hyped up as a bigger threat and then it turns out that actually you can kill him pretty easily and there’s still several hours of gameplay left

i think what they were trying to do was lead the player character around after different people while the prototype worked in the background but, honestly, I think it would have worked so much better if they had spread it out over multiple chapters.

like what you said about yarnaby being the main antagonist of chap 4 and then the twist being the doctor was behind it all along, but added to that i think there could’ve been a few more chapters focused solely on defeating the doctor and then a big reveal that defeating him actually helped the prototupe in someway (and this is when I think the Ollie reveal should have happened, because I liked it in this game but I think it would have hit a lot harder if we’d been working with him for longer) but i suppose we just have to see how they now deal with it in chaoter 5

anyway this has been my opinion on your opinion. summary: your opinion is very good and it was very interesting to read and I basically added nothing to it lmaooo and i am very excited for your next opinion

My opinion (& honest critique) of Poppy Playtime Chapter 4

Okay hi. First things first, I have been a fan of Poppy Playtime since Chapter 1 came out. I was hooked from Chapter 1, thought Chapter 2 was just fantastic, and was absolutely blown away by how good Chapter 3 was.

And then ... Chapter 4 happened.

I'm not gonna act like it was completely irredeemable, because it had parts that I really really liked- I thought Doey was awesome & the puzzles were by far the most innovative yet. I think the issue for me is that it just didn't feel like a Poppy Playtime game, for multiple different reasons.

My overall summary if you CBA to read everything is that I wish they had just committed to one plot line, one antagonist, one setting and one plot twist: Quality over Quantity. Because of this, it just didn't feel like a proper chapter, and instead like a mishmash of concepts.

Read on for my criticism, & if you have any opinions on it or corrections I'd be happy to read them :))

The first big thing for me

is that it didn't feel like it had an antagonist.

Or rather, it felt like it had three potential antagonists (Doey, The Doctor and Yarnaby) that they couldn't decide between and just shoved all three together, at the expense of the quality of each character.

The first three games it felt clear who the antagonist was- giving each chapter it's own unique story. However, the inclusion of the prototype also added to a larger, cohesive plot which each chapter followed, giving each of them a purpose. However, in Chapter 4... who was the antagonist?

Let's talk potential antagonists for Chapter 4 (& why none of them worked...)

I know what you're gonna say. Doey. And Doey was certainly the main character of this chapter, but if he's the antagonist, then he falls flat.

Part of the charm of the games was the feeling of not knowing what was going on. The isolation in the huge factory, knowing that there was someone after us, but not knowing where they were or what they were doing - like when Huggy dissapears in Ch1, or the occasional limb from Mommy or Catnap's tail snaking down from the ceiling. This makes our imagination run wild - being left alone with the knowledge that we are not alone is such a divine way of building tension.

But if Doey was meant to be the antagonist, then like ... none of this beautiful tension building can happen at all. He's pretty consistently by our side after we meet him, and we immediately learn his entire backstory from the tapes. This feels like the establishment of a new friend, rather than an antag. So then like ... why did they make him start attacking us and have him be the big boss fight? Why didn't he just stay a friend for the rest of the series, or save that boss fight for later games? Instead he randomly turns on us, which just felt so forced. Why did he need to be the big disney villain plot twist? I feel like Doey should have stayed a friend to us, along with Kissy & Poppy. While his Boss fight was cool for lore I guess, we also could have just seen the transformation in another context (like fighting an actual antagonist with us) or just hearing it on a VHS tape (like we did when he met his parents). And then to make matters worse, they just kill him off.

So then, maybe the Doctor is the antagonist. But again, this annoys me. The Doctor is an awesome character, don't get me wrong, but as a main antagonist... hmm. I'm not so sure. Firstly, he just doesn't visually fit with the style of the other antagonists. He's not a toy - he's literally just a computer. Visually, I feel like he just didn't really fit Chapter 4 just yet. I really wish they had just saved him for Chapter 5 (when presumably we meet the prototype & the tone will be much darker) Another issue with him as an antagonist is he didn't really build up any tension either, constantly yapping to us through the security cameras - i get that he's always watching us, but it could have been much more subtle (like how they did it with Catnap).

So I think that the strongest candidate is probably Yarnaby. I mean firstly, visually, Yarnaby fits with the other antagonists. I saw Yarnaby's design and actually got excited about it. he's awesome and that mouth opening thing!!! I mean, Wow! Literally the best designed character in this Chapter.

But then why why why did they not even bother to make him the main antagonist!!!!! He constantly stalks us throughout the whole game, he builds up enough tension... I mean like, they could have done so much with Yarnaby. But no, they just kill him off. Right after introducing him. I wish we had just focused on Yarnaby, and not all these other characters.

I mean, reading these files, there is such a missed opportunity here. I personally think they should have made the main antagonist Yarnaby, he stalks us the entire game. And then, they could have played into this “domesticated dog or cat” thing and maybe had us domesticate Yarnaby? And that could have been the big chapter plot twist- the player then going in to defeat the prototype with Yarnaby and Doey on our side...? Or if they didn't want to do that, why make his death so lame?? Why not cut him in half or something, it feels so obvious!! and then to have the twist be that The Doctor actually owns Yarnaby and he's pissed and that's the cliff hanger we leave Chapter 4 on!!!? Like SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!!!

But no, instead of just committing to one character, they decided to waste three. Justice for all three semi antags in this chapter:(

Up next, why I think the setting could have been much better. Stay tuneddd

[letsbealone-together]

Tomorrow will be my first Christmas where I won't wake up in my family home. I moved out and will just go there later.

[sparklingchim]

[sonknuxadow]

when i watched the one about silver i could hear all 11 sonilver shippers on the planet wailing in agony in the distance

[inkz123]

Drawing for @lapoiseveamel683 of their fnaf sb OC Selena🐆💕 Thank you!

[jrueships]

r u the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u buy whatever little thing u want as an adult and struggle with saving for the big mandatory thing,

or the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u just never buy anything small bcs u had to learn to live without it and constantly try to save for the next big thing in 500 yrs

[kyouka-supremacy]

:O

[lemonthepotato]

Cringe warning: very bad Esperanto.

Mi povas mergi min en Esperanto čar mi ne faris multe da progreso ekde 2019. Mi kredas mi komencis lerni en 2019, sed mi rezignis dum (por?) unua jaro. Mi rezignis la hispana, la franca, la japana kaj la irlandano čar… nu, estas evidente kial. Tro da lingvoj lerni (por lerni? Lerni sentas malgxuste.)

Sed, mi restis kun la Esperanto(n?) čar gxi estas facila. Mi volas lerni lingvon por la sakeo (that’s… is that seriously the word? Sakeo? I joked once that Esperanto is 80% English words with -o and the end and 15% other languages with o- at the end, but I digress) de lerni lingvon. Homoj diras ke tio estas malbono kialo, sed, kial? Estas amuza… ne estas krimo amuziĝi.

Honeste, mi estis (estis for ‘have been?’ doesn’t feel right…) uzi Google Translate por helpi min, sed ne por lambastono. nur por kontroli se mia gramatiko estas bona. Ne estas, evidente, sed… mi estas nesekura pri gramatiko. Mi scias ke gxi ne estas bona, sed gxi estas probable pli bona ol mi sed mi ne uzis gxin.

Cxiuokaze… mi havas punkton kun ĉi tio; estas malfacila mergi en konlang! Jes, mi povus aligxi servilo de Discord, sed… la embaraso. Mi estus kiel, “Bonvolu… mi estas…” kaj havas furzo de cerba! Cerba furzo? (Googling how to stutter in Esperanto. Great.) (also I’m realising I said bonvolu instead of… oh my god? Am I seriously forgetting hello? Oh, Saluton!)

Cxu mi probable lernu la lingvon de miaj lando, la irlandano? Probable, sed honeste? Neniu parolas la irlandano en la nordo. Ili apenaŭ en la sudo. (Ne estas sude, mi ne zorgas se Google translate diras alie… ne sentas gxusta.)

Cxu mi havas punkto kun cxi tio? Ne. Sed, hej, diras al mi kiel CLAPPED mia Esperanto estas. Kaj, jes, mi eĉ ne provis traduki clapped cxar gxi estas pli amuza al ne.

Mi estas tiel malbona pri Esperanto. Mi devas fidi al tradukistoj por helpo. Mi uzas Google Translate por helpi kun tempoj kaj gramatikoj, sed la vortoj estas plejparte el mia cerbo, se tio havas sencon.

Mi ne havas kialon pri ĉi tio. Mi supozas, ke ĉi tio estas testo de miaj kapabloj. La rezultoj? Tre malbona, sed, hej, mi afiŝos ĉi tio, ĉiuokaze.

Edit: after writing this post, I got an easy, actually video about languages recommended… lol

[tempestmothstorm]

Thinking about human versions of the tadc gang. I think they would work great in The Office (they would suffer immensely)

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Exit Plans for Teenage Freaks

YA contemporary + a little sff

follows a boy who suddenly finds himself able to teleport when he walks through doors, often against his will

and has to figure that out while dealing with a new crush, the end of high school and the queer club, and figuring out whether he definitely wants to train to be an ASL interpreter like his father