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[milaghoul]

F, U, C, K :)

Lmao Dahl <3

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Hmm being continuously active, I’d say probably 5 years. Being on and off, it’s gonna be yu-gi-oh and that’s pretty much like 20 years now lol

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

JJK: Gojo - cause fuck Gege <3 lol but also, I love a silly, misunderstood, powerful, traumatized and caring sensei (looking at you as well, Kakashi <— yes this is me indirectly adding him so I can list two more individually)

TG: Kaneki (manga specifically) - I relate to him in so so so so many ways, I see myself in him so much, and he is my most favorite fictional character ever. Even through experiencing hell over and over, he kept going (and so will I if he can!!!!)

Sailor Moon: Usagi - she is the reason I was able to get through my childhood traumas, and I am so grateful she was my female icon growing up. To this day I think, if a cry baby, clumsy, hungry, kinda dumb, hopeless romantic girl like her can become the queen of pretty much the galaxy, then I can survive adulthood lol

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

There are so many cursed ships out there but apart from those, I’d say GojoHime. Makes no sense to me at all.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Tsukishima from Haikyuu!!

fandoms ask!

[lesbianpuppygirl]

Hi! Just wanted to say your yandere butch Dahl is so hot, I can't stop reading the little blurb you wrote, would you ever want to write another? (Had a crush on my old boss who was a butch lesbian at a crappy customer service job, legit got me through the first few months because i had eye candy at my work lmaooo) so I was obsessed the minute I read it! Love your work, your writing is great!!!

Thank you so much!! Your message is so sweet^^. So lucky to have a butch boss my goodness. I hope this is alright, I need to actually practice writing coherent stuff instead of just stream of consciousness lol.

Dahl is a very loving a devoted partner. She's dated around and had a couple of girlfriends in her life, but you're the first one she's felt a real connection with.

She has a tabby cat named Sweetie and a big mutt (sorta like a Newfoundland in terms of size) named Mocha. The critters are very sweet and warm up to you quickly; Mocha is a lazy cuddlebug and Sweetie's a little queen who surveys her domain from her cat tree.

In the beginning of your relationship, you're kept in her bedroom, though the chain around your ankle is long enough enough to reach the mini fridge, game consoles, books, and attached bathroom by yourself.

Dahl takes at least a week off of work when she takes you home, giving you time to acclimate to her and understand her better.

I imagine her around 15-20 years older than her darling.

Dahl understands why you're scared of her, but she can get a little impatient. She's already proven she can protect you, she's comfortable enough to provide for you, it shouldn't take you too long to accept her.

Dahl won't stop you from working, though she encourages you to pursue whatever career path of volunteering you want.

She enjoys using her strength to carry you around. Early on after she brings you home, she holds you in her lap at mealtimes and while relaxing, seeing it as a nice way to bond.

In Dahl's free time, she enjoys working out at the gym and playing fps style video games. 

Dahl loves taking care of you: packing lunches with little notes, bathing you and washing your hair, picking out clothing, and generally spoiling you rotten<3.

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Okay, so I know your brain is with BG3 right now, but my curiosity is aligning with Neva and Barnabas at the moment, so if I may ask about them with - General: #11 - Love: #2 & 15 - Domestic Life #10? Luv you, bud! <3 -Crowie

HELLO DAHLING!

thanks for stopping by and bringing some questions! AND OMG MY NEVA. While it is indeed true that I am very much focused on BG3, I am ALWAYS happy to talk about my darling Neva and her king Barnabas <3

SO LET'S GO!

GENERAL LIFE

11)Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear in public?

BARNABAS. HAND'S DOWN. The man knows he can get away with ANYTHING because, you know, he is the King and can do what he wants. BUT. BUT. It's not just that. He THRIVES in whispering the most lust-laced words in Neva's ear because HE KNOWS she will have a hard time painting her sang froid and he lives to see her blush and be the reason for that blush that he so rarely see outside of his own bedchamber.

LOVE

2)What are their primary love languages?

I would say that for Neva is "act of service": despite her eloquence and silver tongue (or maybe because of them), she finds that words can lack meaning behind them, they can be deceiving. So, she practices what she preaches, and rather than just say "I love you", she shows it with her gesture and the constant care that she has for her King.

Barnabas, on the other hand, is "Physical Touch". With all that has happened to him, throughout his life, he has always kept people at an arm's distance, (at least, emotionally speaking), so demonstrating how he feels through touch comes more easily to him. Infact, it's not rare to see him initiating all kind of soft effusion with Neva, especially when he has the certainty that no one would disturb them.

15)Who initiates kisses? Where is their favorite spot to kiss each other?

Again, Barnabas is the one taking initiative, usually initiating contact with her by landing soft kisses on her neck, just below the jaw on the scarred side of her face, something that sends Neva literally to Heaven (she is so very sensitive about the scarred part of her body, but Barnabas doesn't mind at all). He does so to also " test the waters" and check if she is willing to join him in his bed for the night. Neva doesn't initiate kisses, content as she is to just be swept in His Majesty's arms. This is due partially because she DOES enjoy being chased by him, and partially because there is a part of her that still looks at him with the respect that ought to be given to her King.

DOMESTIC LIFE

10)Who is more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Neva, without a doubt. While she doesn't initiate things with Barnabas, awaiting instead on him, she is most definitely the one who WILL convince him to stay in bed with her in the morning. They both favour the darkness (for obvious reasons), so they enjoy being awake during the wee hours of the night, and when morning comes -and duties with it- Neva is the one that would try to convince her King to stay in bed with her and sleep between her arms.

Thank you so much for sending me this, @thatcrazycrowgirl <3

I had fun thinking about my darling Neva and Barnabas <3

[wizardsisananimal]

Ok your wizard with cats sketch looks like something from Roald Dahl and I need to tell you that I am in love

hey-o what a compliment, the illustrations in roald dahl's stories are big inspirations i need to get back in touch with, great art and darling books thank you for saying so ! while looking for drawings to add here i found that an artist named quentin blake was the illustrator for dahl's stories! learn something new every day <|:•D

[ID: a watercolor drawing by quentin blake of a clown doing a handstand, next to a watercolor drawing of a 3 legged, white animal wearing a witch hat with a hairy back leg. both are smiling /end ID]

[cleumz-moved]

Could I request extra fluffy time with Satan and Solomon, separately, with a gentle, relaxing date while it rains outside

𖤐 RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY, COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY

𖤐 characters included - satan, solomon

𖤐 warnings - none, lmk if i'm mistaken tho

𖤐 note - solomon's ended up waaay longer n also i got kinda carried away, just a little ^^; still, i hope u enjoy

SATAN 𖤐

the violent rain shook the windowpanes in their frames from the behind the open curtains. you could hear the wind howling outside and whistling through the cracks in the old building.

of course, you worried about none of it because you were warm and safe on a small, red, velvety couch with satan, each reading your own books.

satan was engrossed in a history tome detailing the cooking and food related culture of a lost civilization, while you were reading 'esio trot¹', by roald dahl.

turning pages, the smell of paperbacks and dust, even the chill of this room, had grown familiar to you, comforting even.

you were curled up in satan's side cozy despite the current state of the weather. satan was perfectly comfortable as well, and thought you should know it.

"you know, my dear, it certainly is lovely to have you here. i simply adore having you at my side." significantly flustered by his sudden proclamation, your face flushed, and satan had the audacity to elicit a chuckle!

now it was your turn, "i think it's lovely with you, even in a storm like this, your beauty manages to shine through like a sunburst!"

SOLOMON 𖤐

filling your ears was the ceaseless pleut-pleut-pleut² of the rain on ground, as it formed little pools on the cobbled path, with it's mismatched stones, and garish weeds peeking through the cracks. those weeds were probably grateful the cascade of clean, clear water.

however, you were not.

solomon was making you gather this one bizarro flower with him, apparently it only bloomed in the rain. he said it was invaluable to one of the potions he needed desperately.

although you grumbled your protestations to his scheme, you knew he was going to drag you along anyway, and that you didn't really mind.

the downpour had you totally drenched, and to put it simply, you were miserable. solomon was slightly off the cobblestone path you had been following, and he could be seen peering under ferns and the other underbrush decorating the forest floor.

after you called out to him, he turned his head and glanced at you with owlish scrutiny.

"solomo-on," you started, childishly dragging on the last syllable, "i'm wet, and tired, and i wanna go ho-ome!" you complained dragging on the 'o' sound just as before. "well, darling, have you found the blossom yet? no? then i suggest you keep looking, or else we'll be stuck out here 'til this storm blows over." he was sooo unfair! him and his stupid, loveable face, and his dumb, drop dead gorgeous, utterly bewitching, smile.

needless to say you begrudgingly went back to looking, perhaps now with more vigor, as you wanted to get home and change into some nice, dry clothes.

while checking behind some trees you heard an exclamation, it was solomon, had he finally found what he had been looking for? it seems to be so! at long last, you can go home!

after arriving back at the purgatory hall, solomon got you a towel and helped you dry your hair, after all was said and done, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a 'thank you', for helping him today, it was warmer and cozier than the fire simeon insisted on lighting for the both of you, worried you'd catch a cold.

¹ esio trot is a really great book! although less well-known compared to some of roald dahl's more popular works (matilda, charlie and the chocolate factory, the fantastic mr. fox, james and the giant peach, just to name a few <3), it's a lovely read! 𖤐

² 'il pleut' is french for 'it's raining', and how i remember is 'pleut' sounds like a raindrop plunking down in a puddle! 𖤐

𖤐 requests for obey me r currently open

[mcfiddlestan]

WinterFrost Single Dads AU

Good news! I think I've finally settled on a title for this fic. I'm going to post the third chapter here, but I will probably wait to post any more until I start posting on AO3. Which will hopefully be soon. For now, enjoy this short chapter!

xoxo, La

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Barnes (there are others past and future, but I’m not giving them away just yet)

Rating: M

Word count: 1,289

Summary: Loki is living a great life as a Manhattan lawyer and constantly partying with Tony Stark, his best friend. Loki’s life before he came to New York more than a decade ago is a mystery for those close to him. But it’s all about to come to light when he gets a call from someone in his past.

Bucky is just trying to catch a break. A few hookups with a fellow soldier led to a quickie marriage and baby – and two years later, a quick divorce. His daughter is now eight years old and the light of his life. But he can’t seem to get his shit together. Struggling to find a job and keep a hold on his sobriety, it’s a one-night stand that gives him the kick in the ass he needs to be the man his daughter believes he is.

Warnings: Mature language and situations, some drug use, and talk about addiction.

Read: Chapter 1, Chapter 2.

Tag list: @teadrinkingwolfgirl, @abbessolute, @marvelswinterfrost

Chapter 3

Loki watched, entertained, as Tony flirted with and charmed one of the girls they picked up at the last place they’d stopped. And he meant girl; she couldn’t have been older than twenty, as far as he could tell. As Tony’s friend, Loki could only roll his eyes and laugh at his antics. As his attorney, Loki had to consider whether he should step in and stop his friend from creating a legal nightmare. Ultimately, Loki had, together with Pepper, now Tony’s co-CEO — and his next closest confidante next to Loki — devised a plan whenever Tony took a liaison back to the Tower.

The small party was tucked into a booth in a dark corner of the bar, and Loki was starting to feel his buzz fading. No one seemed inclined to get another round of drinks, so Loki decided he would just get his own. Sliding out of the booth, he made his way toward an open spot at the bar. Just as he reached it, another patron rudely shoved him aside as he tried to pass.

“Watch where you’re going,” the man all but growled at Loki.

Pushed into another person sitting at the bar, Loki apologized to him as he straightened. “I believe it was you who bumped into me,” he tartly responded as he made a point to brush off the jacket of his dark suit.

“Then get out of my way, you prissy asshole.”

“Prissy?” Loki snickered.

“Something funny?”

“You. Was that not obvious?” Loki laughed again and earned a thump to the chest that didn’t do much to move him. “Careful. This suit was expensive.”

“Maybe you’d like to step outside and settle this, huh, Chuckles?”

Loki laughed again, but before he could respond, the person Loki had fallen on turned around. “Hey, fellas, come on. I’m trying to wallow here. Do you mind?”

The man glared at Loki, who simply arched a brow and smirked, before he walked around Loki to leave. Loki watched him until he was gone, then relaxed his shoulders and turned to face the bar again. “Thank you,” he murmured to the interrupter.

“Hmm?” He hummed in question, half-turning so he could keep his straw in his mouth.

“You saved me an expensive dry cleaning bill. That wasn’t exactly the kind of distraction I was seeking out tonight.”

The stranger cocked a brow, his eyes running over Loki’s black-on-black suit. “Could you have? Taken it outside,” he added when Loki raised a brow. “You look a little slim there, doll.”

Loki's lips curved, tilting his head in amusement. “I can hold my own, thank you very much. May I sit?” He motioned to the stationary stool before him. The man shrugged and gestured to it himself. “Why are you wallowing?” Loki asked once he was seated.

“Hmm? Oh.” The stranger sighed, breathing out through his nose because the straw never left his mouth. He seemed to be sipping at what could've been a whiskey. “It’s my birthday,” he mumbled, looked at his watch, and grunted. “It was, at least, until about an hour ago.”

Loki waved down the bartender as he waited for a response. He frowned at the stranger's answer. “Oh. Happy birthday?”

He snickered around the straw. “Thanks. I’m just not in a great place to celebrate at the moment. Life is just kicking me in the balls lately. And, on top of that, none of my friends could find the time to join me. So that just made it worse.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Vodka rocks, please. Make it a double. Top shelf,” Loki requested once the bartender stepped up. He didn’t see the stranger's brows shoot up high over his eyes.

“Jeez. That’s some hard stuff for the middle of the week.”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose I’m doing a little wallowing of my own.” His eyes were drawn to the man beside him when he shifted to lean his head on his hand, raising his brows again expectantly. Loki only grinned softly.

“I shared, doll,” the stranger said. “Now you.”

Loki’s smile faded, and he looked away. He hadn’t even told Tony why he wanted to get totally out of his mind tonight. What was the harm in telling a stranger? “I, erm, lost a friend recently.”

“Lost like misplaced or...?”

Loki glanced at the stranger as the bartender set his drink before him with a cocktail napkin and sighed. “Or.”

“Oof. Condolences, doll.”

Loki brought the glass to his lips to take a sip and chuckled as he brought it down again. “Why do you keep calling me ‘doll’?”

The stranger’s mouth ticked up. “Ah, well. I don’t know your name, for one thing — which is fine, of course. I meant no offense if you are offended. ‘Doll’ is just what I say. Kinda like you Brits saying ‘dahling.’”

They both snickered at the stranger's exaggerated drawl of the word. “I’m not British, but I understand what you mean.”

“You’re not? You sound British.”

“I know.” Loki took another drink. “It’s a long story…” Loki looked at the man again and added with a twinkle in his eye, “darling.”

The stranger smirked. “You got a nice smile.”

Loki felt himself blush and smiled wider before he could stop himself. “Thank you. I expect you have one, too. To match those devastating eyes.” The straw fell out of the stranger’s mouth for the first time as he smiled fully. Loki nodded smugly, turning back to his drink. “I was right.”

The man beside Loki went quiet for a moment, but Loki felt his eyes on him as he continued to drink his vodka. “You wanna get out of here, doll?”

Loki almost wanted to puff out his chest proudly. For most of the night, it was Tony who’d received all the flirty looks and free drinks. Of all nights, it was a comfort to know Loki could still attract a good-looking man once in a while. Loki took a moment to contemplate his next move, even glancing at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “I live alone. My place is —"

“Okay.” The stranger tossed aside the straw from his glass, swallowed back the rest of his drink, and reached for his wallet.

“Just let me get my coat,” Loki said as he rose from the stool and dropped a large bill on the bar before he crossed back to the booth to grab his long coat.

Tony looked up from the slim, tanned neck he was currently nuzzling — which, Loki realized with a start, was a different female from when he left the booth. “Where’re you going?”

“Home,” Loki answered, a tilt to his lips, as he slipped on his coat.

“Already?” Tony glanced at his watch. “Lokes, it's not even two am yet. We still have all night.” He snuck a sideways peek at the girl beside him then leaned toward Loki. “Is it because of them? We can ditch them and head back to the Tower if you want.”

Loki chuckled as he tugged his long black strands from the neck of the coat. “No. Don’t worry. Stay and enjoy yourself with your bevy of worshippers. There’s no need to accompany me.”

“Are you sure?” Tony asked the question just as the stranger popped up beside Loki.

“You ready?” he murmured just loud enough for Tony to hear, leaning just so into Loki’s side. Tony’s brow cocked high.

Loki sent the unknown man a sly smile and nod before grinning at Tony. “I am. Have a good night, Anthony.”

Tony stared tight-lipped as Loki left with his new friend.

[sunflowrhaz]

I was tagged by @theleavesoflorien​ to answer a few questions that dig a little deeper. thank you darling!! (this is literally months old oops) 💛

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen?

both really, i don’t have a preference

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or in the city?

country! i hate cities so much! i grew up visiting my grandparents farm all the time growing up! although instead of the country preferably a seaside town such as the one i live in. it’s not too busy but not far away from everything.. plus i couldn’t part from the sea! 

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

picking back up painting, continue learning norwegian (don’t look at me like that marianne i keep saying i’m learning it but i’ve been so slack asdfdsasdf), get back into marimba

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar?

tea with sugar is so gross! i only drink herbal teas. my favourite is spearmint

5. What was your favourite book as a child?

the harry potter series!! and the rainbow magic books asdfgfdsa, the princess diaries series, anything roald dahl, anything dr suess, captain underpants lol, hairy maclary, mr mcgee and the biting flea asdfdsadf soo many i was such a loner as a child and literally read every single book i could find

6. Do you prefer baths or showers?

showersss

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be?

a mermaid so i can live my h2o fantasy adfasdfds or a dragon 🐉

8. Paper or electronic books?

paper always! i love the smell and i would love to have a giant bookshelf filled with books one day! i read on my phone for fics of when i get a free ebook but my right eye is so blind it’s like bitch no stop please lmaoo

9. What is your favourite item of clothing?

all my flowy boho cotton blouses and pants! and my fave blue jeans and grungy tshirts

10. Do you like your name? Would you like to change it?

i used to wish it was a little more unique like shortening it to ren/wren instead of lauren because i had 4 other lauren’s in my grade at school 😂i was literally friends with two lauren’s asdfgfdsa

but in the end i do love my nicknames lozz,lozzy, lozza so it’s not so bad!

11. Who is a mentor to you?

my mother and my grandfather! my grandfather is my biggest inspiration 💛seeing all that he has achieved and his views and mentality on life.

12. Would you like to be famous? If so, what for?

nooo thanks. the only famous i would want to be is for activism/humanitarian/environmentalist stuff but even then i wouldn’t want to be super famous and known?

13. Are you a restless sleeper?

nope! once i’m out i am out! i love my sleep and do everything i can to ensure i get the best sleep ever! now if you’ll excuse me i’m off to listen to harry’s calm meditation 😂

15. Which element best represents you?

fire and air

16. Who do you want to be closer to?

my brother! i feel like i don’t see him as often anymore what with his work and living in seperate houses. he is my best friend so i miss just always having him near me all the time.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment?

no one so much as just not seeing my family as often even though i do see them every week. i just want a big family holiday to spend time with them. and i’m missing some of my mutals atm who are busy lately 😞

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.

i blocked out so much of my childhood eeep ummm probably visiting my grandparents farm, riding horses, my grandfather driving us around on a trailer on the back of a tractor, collecting cicada skins with my brother and starting a collection of cool bugs, stealing berries off the mulberry bush ahaha, finding snake skins (why did we like collecting skins wtf asdfd) 

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

snails? crocodile? i don’t even know ahaha (snails are amazing btw yummm i used to eat them all the time in vanuatu growing up)

20. What are you most thankful for?

my family, my health, the beautiful country i live in, the friends i have made on here 💛so many things

21. Do you like spicy food?

yummmmmm yes! just not super duper spicy i can’t handle that asdfgfsa

22. Have you ever met someone famous?

no i don’t think so? wait patty walters from as it is i got a pic and a hug from him <3 other than that no i don’t think so i mean i’m in the middle of nowhere asdfdsa woohoo australia

23. Do you keep a diary or journal?

i kept a super embarrassing diary at 12 but apart from that nope! like seriously that diary haunts me i don’t know what happened to it please for the love of god i hope it got thrown in the trash asdfdsa the CRINGE 

24. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

pen! 

25. What is your star sign?

sagittarius sun, capricorn moon, libra rising 

26. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

CRUNCHY! wtf who is eating soggy cereal you are seriously disturbed asdfgfdsa

27. What would you want your legacy to be?

this is so tough ummm just bettering humanity and the environment idek 

28. Do you like reading? What was the last book you read?

yes!! i was the loner kid in school who sat in the library at lunch reading all the books asdfgfdsa. the last book i read was the raven king by maggie stiefvater because LIBBY got me totally obsessed with this series god dammit what have you done to me and i am currently reading call down the hawk which is a sequel to the raven king (dammit libby asdfdsdfdsa)

29. How do you show someone you love them?

i always seem to cater to them with acts of service? so like cooking for them etc.. just doing stuff for them and looking after them in general? idk how to describe it. also sweet little messages and notes and cuddles! oh BOY will i tell you how much i love you in a birthday card or message asdsa like i will bring a tear to your eye baby just made my grandpa cry with his bday card asdfdsa

30. Do you like ice in your drinks?

crushed ice mmmmmm

31. What are you afraid of?

losing my family, never travelling, being stuck/tied down

32. What is your favourite scent?

the ocean, rain, books, sea breeze, wet grass, coffee, lavender, clean sheets, spearmint

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname?

mostly their name? i mean i feel like where i live in australia it’s pretty chill and not so formal? i even call my grandparents by their first names adfgfdsa mainly because my grandma did NOT want to be called grandma 

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

OH BOY! i would be travelling non stop! i would literally never come home, i would be travelling around the world, living overseas etc... literally i would just be living on a boat sailing around greece or wherever. omg how i would love to do that :(

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean?

it depends. i would say the ocean (i love her so much) but also i was a swimmer for over 10 years so i love the pool too. i love sitting on the bottom of the pool, it’s so calming

36. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground

keep it but if i knew whose it was i would return it

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

no :( hopefully one day

38. What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

i’m not having children

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

maybe a quote/word or something on the back of my arm above my elbow idek i have an entire tattoo board on pinterst asdfdsa even though i know i would never get one i am too indecisive  

40. What can you hear right now?

 i’m listening to a pop punk playlist on spotify

41. Where do you feel the safest?

at home with my family

42. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

my procrastination habits omg i am the worst!! certain family relations

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be?

dinosaurs mate, straight up, jks jks... no but really dinosaurs would be soo cool though, or maybe ancient greece?

44. What is your most used emoji?

💛✨😂

45. Describe yourself using one word.

more than one came to mind so giddy, optimistic, cheerful

46. What do you regret the most?

not travelling heaps after school ( i mean i was broke but still i should have worked more *sigh*) travelling looks really bleak now thanks to covid :(, losing touch with 3 certain people from high school i suck at staying in touch with people i am such an introvert 😞

47. Last movie you saw?

enola holmes and i loved it so much!

48. Last tv show you watched?

the mandalorian

49. Invent a word and its meaning

wobmap - intense affection and wonder for nature and the world

asdfgh what even

i tag: @pridesobright @sunflower-vol14 @rnbziamau @dailylouis @boobear-harold @princessparkhl @rosegoldeyelids @echoedsparks @angelharry (it’s been a while my secret santa pal ahaha hello!) and whoever else want’s to do this please feel free to say i tagged you! :) feel free to ignore 

[thegreenfairy13]

A Mother’s Truth

A veeery belated birthday present for the incredible @mexican-texican. I do know you deserve better and I definitely fiddled waaaay too long with this fic. I’m sorry, dear! But I do love you! I hope you’ll like it <3.

Plot: Gertrud reflects upon her son’s rise to power, his infatuation with Jim, and her own delusions. 

Read it here on Ao3. Or here: 

Gertrud Kapelput is in denial. Nobody in their right mind would argue on that. Not even Gertrud - if she was in her right mind.

Sadly, or luckily for her, she left the shores of reason decades ago and set sail for the faraway land of delusion. It’s not like she had ever intentionally lied, she only liked to bend reality to her will. On some days, that would work out in her favor, on others, she would have to dive deeper into her own mind to achieve the intended goal.

So no, Gertrud wasn’t lying for her son Oswald when police showed up for the first of many times to follow. She was simply telling her very own truth. One that didn’t necessarily overlap with reality.

At this point, the frail woman is already used to being frowned upon. Despite the skeptical look on the agents’ faces, she opens her door widely, allows for them to step inside, and to judge the few belongings she managed to save over to this new life she’s living now. She shepherds those condescending officials into her living-room, pretends not to note how they wrinkle their noses at the cobwebs and the dust covering once invaluable furniture. If they only had the slightest idea what castle her decor had once graced, what family she belonged to, they wouldn’t….

Instead, Gertrud tilts her head, offers them coffee, and listens to them telling her lies about her beautiful son, Oswald Cobblepot, son of Gertrud Kapelput, grandson of Imre Kapelputh, Earl of a land long lost.  She huffs out a laugh, a sound that only means to hide the offended, undignified noise she’d else make.

She smiles tightly as she gracefully motions for them to sit down, tunes out as they start making wild accusations how her clever, kind, compassionate, caring, precious boy is supposedly part of the mob, making his way ever so slowly up the ranks. Gertrud can’t suppress an unladylike sneer once they don’t let go of their delusions. She looks over at her boy’s photograph and shows them the door. Back home, that menial task would have been up to one of her valets, but here in America, she used to be a servant herself, a cook for a family who had only known what it means to be rich for three generations. If they had only had known the Kapelputs go back to the middle-ages!

Gertrud grits her teeth remembering how the Van-Dahl’s dismissed her, carrying the legitimate heir to lands and castles the family has no concept of beneath her heart. Despite her dire fate, Oswald had always been destined to become a King. But certainly not one of blood and terror. As if a delicate soul like his could….But then Kings come with a certain strength.

There is more to it than only rumors, things she can’t unsee even if she wants to. Gertrud would be blind not to note the bruises and hematomas covering her son’s face and chest. Her fingers tighten in her darling’s hair as she applies more shampoo, trying to wash away the horrors he must have gone through. She clings to him in a way only the truly lost and lonely cling to another human being. After all, he’s all she’s got left, isn’t he?

And he’s such a beautiful, beautiful boy, right? The women must be tripping all over themselves for a slight opportunity to bask in the sun that is her only son. It’s her greatest fear, that one day some painted hussy will waltz right in and snatch her boy away. As inexperienced as he is, she’d only take advantage of his good heart and leave it broken.

Her fingers stiffen when he suddenly turns to her, eyes shining brightly, and mentions some new friend . Gertrud purses her lips. She knows the look in her boy’s eyes, recognizes it immediately, as it mirrors the expression she used to wear on her own face almost 30 years ago perfectly. It’s the expression of a believer in front of an icon, the look of a person with faith in a greater being, in a savior.  

Her heart almost stops when he reveals the one to have stolen his heart to be a cop. It’s the worst scenario, even worse than him running off with a greedy whore. “Don’t ever trust a cop,” she mumbles as she gently lets warm water run over her child’s head. Once upon a time, it had been a corrupt cop who had dragged her from her home, pregnant, and penniless. “They are bad news,” she adds, and her kid hums in agreement, unconvinced.

She thinks about the agents visiting her mere days ago, stares at a fresh bruise covering his back, and tries imagining her boy being what they claim him to be. It’s a lie, of course, it is, has to be, yet if there’s even a slight chance, the cop is toying with her darling’s heart and life.

“He’s different than the others,” her Oswald adds, finally calming Gertrud’s racing nerves. If her boy, a boy so different from all the others, so special, so unique, says so, the cop must be. After all, wouldn’t Oswald be able to recognize one of his own? Sighing deeply, she accepts how unlikely it will be for her to ever have grandchildren carrying Oswald’s features.

One week later, she can’t find it in herself to look away any longer. Gertrud demands an explanation for the ever-increasing bruises littering Oswald’s delicate skin, for the awkward gait, the pained expression on his face whenever he as much as takes a hesitant step.

She’s appalled at those dots of black, blue, and green, can’t help but trace the outlines of the wounds covering her child’s body, doesn’t even dare to ask what those finely-knitted trousers he all of a sudden is able to afford might hide. Oswald merely smiles in response with an expression so forced it looks painted on.

“I joined a boxing club,” he explains easily, and Gertrud raises an eyebrow at her son. She can’t recall her Oswald, this slender, elegant figure, ever being interested in such barbarous activities.

Frowning worriedly, she takes Oswald up on his offer to introduce his new friends to her.

“Mother, as the owner of Gotham’s most famous nightclub, I need to be able to defend myself. As you are well aware, we’re unable to hide our successes from jealous eyes in a city like this.”

Gertrud’s face lights up. How she could have ever doubted her son is beyond her. Of course, Oswald’s words make perfect sense.

“Please, mother, allow for me to dissipate your concerns,” he tells her, head cocked to the side, looking just as innocently as he had on the day he informed her he had gotten a scholarship and she wouldn’t need to work double-shifts any longer to pay off his school fees. It had been unheard of until this moment, a fourteen-year-old receiving the Wayne-aid for gifted pupils, but her Oswald had always been remarkable. Of course, they had to be hush-hush about it, refused to honor him during an official ceremony, but it had undoubtedly lifted a great weight off both their shoulders.

Gertrud nods in return and decides to surprise her boy the other day. The party greeting her once she places a basket filled with various treats from her home-country is nothing like she would have expected. Those men are nothing like her Oswald, not well-behaved, for sure not nobility. One of them flashes a smile at her, a golden tooth shines in the dim light, and Gertrud’s frown increases. Another one gets up, offering her a stiff bow, while her son fidgets worriedly behind him.

“Mother, this is Mr. Gilzean,” he explains, clearly nervous. The bulky man grins encouragingly while taking the basket from her hands. He looks at the wonderful supplies and trips all over himself to express his gratitude. Gertrud falls silent, tries to make sense of the other figures occupying the room, and wipes her worries away once more. She can’t help admonishing them just a bit though when she decides her eyes practically hurt from all that heavy gold those men decided to wear around their necks and in their mouths.

“It isn’t dignified to put your wealth on the table as you are, gentlemen,” she tells them while the one being introduced as Gilzean offers her a glass of champagne.”

“This is America, mother,” Oswald replies gently as the other men look somewhat sheepishly at her.

Her boy’s words are almost enough to dissipate her worries again. Almost . She decides to keep an eye at his contacts and starts visiting Oswald’s club regularly. After all, it’s a beautiful place, her son is a wonderful host, she’s being treated like the royalty she is, and she’s allowed to sing again.

The men, Oswald’s ‘friends’, clap politely whenever she enters the stage, and encourage her to keep going. The traitorous voices in the back of her head keep telling her they are simply being polite, or thankful for the food she keeps bringing. But then one evening one of those cumbersome men walks up to her, tears in his eyes, tells her how thankful he is that she keeps looking out for them. Crossing himself, he stares up her, awe written clearly all over his face, and vows to protect her with his own life. “You have become a mother to all of us,” he confesses. “Us Italians honor a mother,” he adds, refilling her glass.

Gertrud smiles benevolently, but her boy gives her reason to worry again when the infamous cop shows up at the club. The man named Jim is stern. His shoulders are straight, his jaw is set tight, and her boy seems nervous whenever he is around. Oswald pulls him into a corner, whispers something into his ear, and gestures at her. Gertrud is irritated. Nobody has the right to force such a reaction from her Oswald!

For a moment, the blonde man looks confused, and then, his shoulders sag. He puts on a smile, even if only forced, and bows for Gertrud just like the rest of his men. She doesn’t know what his visit is about, but she knows when a man bends to the will of another. His tone is reserved yet respectful when addressing her, the tone of a man trying to make a good impression. She studies him intently and decides he’s not the worst company for her son. Solid. Simply, but well dressed. Not a painted whore.

Gertrud bites her lip though when his body language changes again, when he cages her Oswald against a wall. Her eyes narrow when witnessing the way he keeps manhandling her boy but she also sees other things. She notes he’s always standing a tad bit too close to her Oswald, even when they are not talking, how their bodies are almost constantly being angled toward each other. She observes the blonde grabbing Oswald’s wrist, how he bites his lip when doing so, and the genuine worry he tries to hide. The way the blonde touches her boy is forceful, yet protective, indecisive.

Stepping closer, she wants to say something but then changes her mind as Oswald locks eyes with her. “This is not what you think, mother,” he’ll tell her later, and she’ll indulge him. She’ll always indulge him.

The next time Gertrud visits the club, she tries to see the place with the cop’s eyes. The man, Jim, he has clear eyes, the kind of eyes that see everything while hers are almost constantly glossed over.

She spots a new figure, a man with black hair who obviously has no concept of buttoning his shirts properly. Putting on her biggest smile, she saunters over, toys with her hair, and leans over the table, shoving up her cleavage in the process like a common hussy. The moment she lays eyes on that man, Sal Maroni, Gertrud is worried about her son and starts flirting as if her boy’s life depends on it. And then she notes the deep, genuine fear etched into her Oswald’s features. She doesn’t want to ask, and she knows he wouldn’t want to answer, so she accepts another glass and curls her hair around her finger.

The fear eventually fades from her beautiful son’s face as does the man she once met. What remains, though, is him constantly mentioning the name Jim. At times, the name is spoken in awe, at times it’s spoken in disdain. Gertrud sees him on the TV sometimes, righteousness and determination written all over his features, and she repeats to her boy how the man will be bad news one day. Oswald shrugs her off but she catches his wrist. “My boy,” she tells him. “My love for you is blind but it also derives from devotion. Does that go for him, too?”

Oswald sputters, clearly flustered, and doesn’t reply. Once he finds his voice again, Gertrud is already busy recalling the lyrics of a song she learned when she was little.

Mere weeks later, Gertrud’s devotion is being put to the test when another one of Oswald’s acquaintances kidnaps her and forces her into a tiny cell. She scoffs when they truly think her dingy surroundings will intimidate her. She notes the camera in the corner, starts pacing the room. Of course, she’s afraid. And she’s angry. She keeps banging at the walls, yelling out to anyone who might hear her how this must all be a terrible mistake, how she’s merely the mother of a well-respected club-owner. Nothing that could happen would convince her in any way that this isn’t the truth. And now the world has proof of her conviction, too.

Her misery ends, eventually, when her Oswald shows up, an entire army in tow. Her eyes light up then when she recognizes how he really grew into the king she always knew him to be. But the snake, Galavan they call him, is sly, and it almost ends in blood and tears - but almost.

The reinforcement arrives just in time, and Gertrud can’t help but flinch and curl in on herself when a single shot echoes through the basement she had been kept in way too long. There are blood and cerebral matter now covering her face. A beautiful woman with long, black hair is staring lifelessly at the ceiling while her son and the other man start shouting.

Oswald is completely out of his mind, wants to lunge forward, knife already in hand, when a heavy hand reaches for him. It’s that cop again, Jim, grim and, unmoving as ever. He steadies her boy, grounds him with as much as a touch even when he behaves in a way she never witnessed before. This is definitely not her boy, this howling, bawling animal that consists only of pain and fear.

“She’s alive, Oswald,” the blonde growls as her son keeps forgetting himself. Gertrud reaches for her child herself, holds him close as he breaks down completely, and continues to shout out horrifying threats. He wants to escape her grasp, and she has no doubt his intentions are anything but pure when he turns towards Galavan again.

Stiff as ever, the cop merely ignores him as he cuffs Galavan, takes his price with him to another cell much like Gertrud’s.

He’ll later testify how her son, Oswald, tried to kill him. And Gertrud will face him in court, unable and unwilling to recall anything in detail. She’ll cry and argue. Where she’ll be emotional, the cop, Jim will remain bereft of emotion. With a straight face, he’ll tell his very own truth how he found Oswald and Gertrud huddled together, terrified of the man now being dragged away forever.

Gertrud will smile in relief then. When it comes to her Oswald, she now isn’t the only person with her very own truth.

[starcrossedyanderes]

Xavier w/ Big Sick Darling

You knew it was going to be a bad day the moment you woke up and felt that acid coming out your mouth.

You knew it the moment you started to hunch over the toilet and started retching.

Oh and as if Captain Obvious was screaming in your ear you knew it was most certainly an awful day when you felt that awful taste on your teeth and felt your mom help pull back your hair.

For today was a bad day because it seemed you were indeed the big sick.

With a thermometer stuck in your ear you limply laid under your warm covers in an attempt to get comfortable.

With a beep and a sigh the thermometer was pulled out to reveal in black numbers that spelled your fate.

“Degree of 100. Looks like somebody won’t be going to school.”

Reaching over your body your mom’s hands wrapped around a white bottle and started to fight against the lid before it popped off and 2 tablets laid in her hands.

“Okay, there’s some flavored water in that big tervis cup, you got advil right next to you, bowl by your bed, cozy blankets, the only thing we’re missing is some good food. How about we get you some doordash from that breakfast place you like so much?”

Your eyes pitifully looked into your mother’s as you barely whispered out a “please.”

Her pink lips pressed against your forehead before she pulled away.

“I’m so sorry honey, but you’re a big girl now and your father and I have to go to work. But feel free to get DoorDash and call us if you need anything. Hope you feel better sweetie.”

As soon as your mom left your room and you could hear the door shut and a car start up did you turn around on your side to stare at your wall whilst your arm wrapped like a boa constrictor around your beloved plushie.

You were quite tired from such a rude awakening and loosing all the contents of your stomach but still you choose to stay awake so you would be ready for when your food gets here.

But it seemed your plan had failed as your eyes slowly became heavier, breathing got slower, and the brain became slugger. Right as your eyes were about to close and succumb to a land of dreams it was rudely stopped in its tracks by a loud BRRRRINNNG!

Your body shot up from its lying position as a slight cursed was whispered under your breath. Can’t a girl sleep for once!?

A hand harshly gripped your phone and with a quick tug it was put right against your ear.

“Hello?”

Wow, was your voice that pathetic when sick? “Dahling, I’m headed your vay. I’m afraid ve may be a bit late though because i vas.. um, occupied vith something.”

Your eyes slowly blinked like a lizard.

Oh yeah, you completely forgot about this guy.

“Er, your highness I won’t be coming to school?”

You had to hold your ear after hearing quite the earsplitting noise.

“YOU VHAT!? Vhy in the vorld vould you do zo?”

“Oh, I’m uh.. sick your majesty.”

And just like a switch turning in his head his voice and composure changed in an instance to hushed whispers and soft coos.

“Oh, my poor dahling. You should have yust said zo.”

And once again he did a complete 160 as your heard him yell,

“Drivah! Gun it! BYSTRO!”

Oh and you were already getting a migraine from his mood swings just listening to him.

“I’ll be there az soon az I can sveetie. And don’t even think about going outzide. Tata!”

And just like that he hung up.

Now that was the sure sign of today being a bad day.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

The long, sleek vehicle pulled up into the suburban neighborhood that was practically dead quiet as all the parents were now at work and children were at school.

A tinted black window rolled down just the slightest as the car was slowly coming to a stop so only his harsh emerald green eyes could be seen. Only the smallest of glances was gifted to his guards as only the mere words of “go get them for me.” were spoken.

A door swung open and 5 buff men stepped out dressed in black suits and each of them had the stereotypical little white earcoms. Each of them looked like the could take out 10 men and a bear just by themselves.

“Yes your majesty.”

Only 2 of the burly men walked up to your door and quite ironically gently knocked on your door thrice. Despite the lack of response once reaching into a pocket and pulling out a little box that held a far too ornamental of a key.

With just a swift turn there were allowed access and didn’t waste a moment to quickly walk up stairs and swoop you, who was just happening to be brushing her teeth again from another throwing up session, up into their arms and proceeded to carry a confused (y/n) down the stairs in a variant of an arm throne.

“Uh.. could you put me down?”

You received no response and knowing these bodyguards you knew that you would not be able to get down yourself.

“He does realize he could just knock.. right?”

Once again no response.

You cursed Xavier for having such robotic like protectors.

The front door was now in view and was swung open by another guard outside.

The men carrying you carefully stepped inside and once passing the remanding 3 guards bowed down to you before rushing to get into their places. One of them while bowing opened the limousine door where you could already see Xavier’s golden locks practically taunting you as the 2 guards carefully lowered onto one of the seats in the limousine.

Once safely on the leather and door being shut you let out a string of grumbles questioning how necessary that whole procedure was. But you didn’t have long to do that before Xavier’s body practically rammed into you in a hug.

“Dahling!”

His head nuzzled into your neck as you could see the content look on his face.

“Um. Your highness that may not be the best idea since I am, you know, sick..”

His once closed eyes opened up with a glint shining in them as his arms tightened around you more.

“Do not care. My princess iz zick and I will take care of her.”

The glint immediately dissapeared in his eyes as he let out a gasp.

“Oh my! Vhat if I get zick?”

At that sentence your body relaxed in his hold, finally he was starting to understand something and would just leave you alone at home.

“Then I could have my printsessa take care of me, like I am vith her.”

And you think his grip got tighter and his head started to rub against hers more aggresively.

“Oh, how I vould love that. My own printsessa doting over me vhilst I am frail. Oh now that truly zounds zomething like a dream.

Vait, vhat am I doing? If I am planning on taking care ov you I need to know your zymptoms. So vhat iz wrong vith you?”

Your body slightly teetered as you nibbled on your lip.

“Well I have a fever of 100 and I’ve been throwi- why are you looking at me like that?”

Xavier’s emerald green eyes looked into yours with what could only be described as shock before he seemed to force a smile on his face and make his face appear more kind.

“Uh my sveet princess, my dahling dearest. You mozt certainly do not have a fever of 100. For your vlood vould boil and you vould be dead.”

A cough was heard from the other side of the limousine causing the prince to snap his head to that direction and practically hiss out “vhat?”

His bodyguard spoke up by politely and quietly saying, “Your majesty, I believe th- er- your princess meant she had a fever of 38.”

Xavier’s mouth went from a scowl to an ‘o’ before he quickly pulled himself together and turned back to you.

“Yes, yes. A fever of vun hundred iz concerning. That zort of fever is uzually caused by an illness. Don’t vorry my dahling, I’ll be zure you get the best care.”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

As much as you hated to admit it you were getting shockingly good care in Xavier’s penthouse. He gave you excellent medicine and food along with having his own personal doctor coming to you to check you over.

It turns out you just had the basic stomach bug.

Yet despite this fact Xavier was still being his over-dramatic self.

You were surprised he wasn’t a king yet. A drama king that is.

But still you had to admit it was quite nice here. You managed to get a couple hours of sleep thanks to the oh so heavenly soft sheets that just engulfed you in their warmth. Also his pets were just so nice and cute!

Marciel, Xavier’s monkey, was nice enough to take care of your messy hair by cleaning it strand by strand until there was probably not even a speck of dirt.

Indigo was also nice enough to honk more quietly and even sat down next to your side and decided to nap with you.

And Ebony seemed to think Indigo had an excellent idea as well and fell asleep with her head your leg.

You’ll have to admit all of these awesome animals almost make putting up with Xavier bearable. Almost.

Remember if you make a wish on a shooting star your wish

sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs

[ashisbaeee]

meeting Tom at the airport and being a fan of his you ask to get a picture with him but before you can take it your phone dies ;(

A/N:  Sis, this describes me to a tee! My phone is always dying!! haha. Thank you for sending this idea! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this for ya. hope ya like it :) 

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Never in a million years would you have ever thought of meeting your idol/celebrity crush at the airport. This was too good to be true. It was like you were dreaming, with no intentions of waking up. 

You had to pinch yourself, just to make sure that this was real. 

Sure enough, there he was. Not even 5 feet in front of you, in all his glory. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but would you ever act on it? That was the important question. You were a pretty shy and introverted person and you really hated to bother anyone. You had this undeniable fear of rejection and this unspoken fear of coming off as annoying which was the main reason you were so reserved and kept to yourself. 

When will an opportunity such as this happen again? By telling yourself what else did you have to lose you decided you were going to go for it and politely ask Tom for a picture. And if he declined for whatever reason as least you made the move, at least you were brave enough to ask him, at least later on long after this moment you wouldn’t look back and regret, regret not asking. If he didn’t want a picture, you were to respect his decision. 

Okay, here it goes, let’s do this. C’mon Y/N, you can do this. Just go up and ask. 

“Uhm, excuse me. I, I am so sorry to bother you but I uh, I was wondering if I could possibly get a picture with you? If not that-that’s totally okay. I get if you don’t want to be bothered by anyone right now.” 

He turns around to look at you. And you swear at that very moment you could’ve died happily and gone to heaven. 

He was even more beautiful in person. Like holy shit. The pictures you saw of him online and on social media did not do any justice. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with the young lad. You were deep in admiration. You were so in awe that you started stuttering at your words. 

“H-hi Tom. I, I am such a huge fan of yours uh,  I uh was wondering if I could, if, if it would be okay to take a picture with you. I-I totally get if you don’t. I’m so sorry to bother you. Never mind I’ll just leave you be and be on my way, so-sorry to bother you. Uh, I hope you have safe travels and a nice day.” Wow that was beyond terrible, can I be any more awkward, Jesus Christ. you thought to yourself. You mentally face palmed as you groaned in annoyance, looking like a complete fool. 

Just as you were about to leave, you heard his voice. That accent of his causing you to swoon even more. 

“Darling, hold on. Wait a sec.” 

just hearing the oh so famous “dahling” roll off his tongue had you melting. What a beautiful sound that was. 

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. 

“Of course, I don’t mind taking a picture with you at all. This is just a simple thank you for being a fan of mine. Meeting you fans are never a bother, it’s the stupid paps and graphers that are truly bothersome. Okay, are you ready?” 

You hastily pulled your phone out of your pocket, just as you unlocked your phone and opened the camera app was when the inevitable happened. Your phone died. Of course it would. Ugh can this moment get any worse? 

“Oh man, I’m so sorry Tom. Sorry to have wasted your time, my phone is dead. But thanks anyways for your gesture. I best be on my way.” 

A laugh had escaped his mouth. 

“Darling, don’t you worry. How about I take the photo on my phone and when I post it you can save it? Or better yet, how about I tag you? Does that sound okay to you?” 

Does that sound okay to you? Well duh, of course it does!! I’d be an idiot to refuse this. 

“Uh, yeah sure. That sounds great, uh, thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” 

“Okay, get ready. 1,2,3, cheese” 

After hearing the ‘click’ you both took a look at the picture. 

“Is this okay, darling?” 

Ugh, he needs to stop being so cute or I’ll collapse and die right here right now. 

“I like it, do you?” 

“How about another one, for safekeeping?” 

what?! safekeeping? 

“Uh, yeah, okay, sure” 

“Okay, here we go again. 1, 2, 3, cheese”

‘Click’

“I like this one too. I guess I’ll post both pictures later. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, that-that’s fine. You can either choose your favorite one or post both. I’ll leave it up to you. Thank you so much again, Tom. I really appreciate you taking your time to do this”

“No worries, darling. What’s your username?”

Wait, holy shit, he’s serious. Ahhh, okay. Okay, play it cool Y/N.

“My username is ______”

“Okay, great!  Thanks, I guess I’ll see you later. Thanks for being a fan of mine, I appreciate it greatly. Hope you have a safe flight.”

“Thank you, you too. And no problem.”

With that, you both started to go your separate ways. 

I just met the one and only Tom Holland. Eeek, ooohh they’re not going to believe this. Can’t wait to see the pictures later. You thought to yourself, a huge smile on your face as you made your way to your terminal. 

<hours later>

You’ve just touched down, you were now home. As you walked about the airport headed towards baggage claim, turning off airplane mode and connecting to the airport’s Wi-Fi, you decided to go on your Instagram.

(1) New Notification

Tom Holland mentioned you in a post.

You hurriedly clicked on the notification.

@TomHolland2013: it was so nice to meet you @yourusername, hope to see you soon😊

Oh my God, he really did post it!! Holy shit, this is crazy. Ahh, I can die happy now.

You liked the picture as well as saved it your phone. Your were smiling from ear to ear, beaming with joy and utter bliss. What a time to be alive.

[pixelatedrose]

A Rose For A Valentine

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/???

Word Count: 1504

Cast:

Lochesis Lodgick (logic). Lo, Lochy, Sisi for nicknames

Pandora Morralitie (morality) Panda, Pan, Dora, Pancake for nicknames

Rose Kreativve (creativity) Ro, Princess for nicknames

Valentine Anxxiatie (anxiety) Val, Valen for nicknames

Dahlia Desceat (deceit) Dahl, Di, Dahli for nicknames

Ruby Kreativve (Remus/intrusive thoughts) Ru, Ruru for nicknames

Riley Sleapp (Sleep) Riy, Lili for nicknames

Emily Picani (Emile) Em, Emmy for nicknames

Trigger warnings: Verbally fighting, Breakdowns, mentions of sex, uncensored swearing, fake friends

Chapter 3

  Rose walked out of the classroom, knowing Pandora would be calling her later to ask why she'd lied.

  Rose didn't ride the bus home.

  She never had.

  She just didn't want that stupid emo nightmare trying to talk to her, no matter what the reason.

  "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…!" Rose muttered to herself as she stormed out of the building. So much for a good first day of school…

  What had happened at lunch was a nightmare that wouldn't be easily forgiven, regardless of the fact that Valentine wouldn't have had any way of knowing.

~~•~~

  "It's none of your business who Pandora is friends with!" Valentine shouted. "And who's to say that maybe she'd rather be friends with someone who's deeper than a puddle on the sidewalk!"

  Rose's mind jumped into action. This emo was starting to cross over the line of things Rose was willing to put up with.

  "Are you calling me shallow?!" Rose yelled, holding a hand up to her chest dramatically on instinct, having her friend's joke and tease with her about the subject in the past. This was different.

  "If by shallow you mean that I wouldn't get my feet wet if I stepped in you with no shoes on then yes."

  Rose was furious now. "Bitch!! Who the hell are you to tell me who I am?!"

  "I don't have to; it's written all over your everything!"

  "At least I try and be friendly instead of hiding in the back of the classroom and sulking like someone just killed my dog!!"

  "Well at least I know my friends want to be my friends!!!"

  Rose stopped and fell back on her fears.

  They're just sticking around out of pity.

  They're not real friends.

  They'll all leave eventually.

  They don't really want to be around you.

  Rose didn't hear the emo try and keep the fight going, she just turned and walked off, unable to get a grip on her emotions. She clenched her fists and held her breath, fighting down her bitter thoughts.

  Lochesis finally caught Rose's shoulder, snapping the redhead back to reality.

  "Rose, hold on-" Lochesis started but was cut off when she saw Rose fighting back her tears.

  "What if she's right though…!" Rose finally choked out, her voice just barely a squeak.

  Lochesis didn't hesitate in embracing the golden eyed girl, letting her friend take a few shaky and choked sobs into her shirt. The tall girl lead Rose over to the stairwell a few steps away and say her friend down on the bottom steps, soothing her long-time childhood friend with coos and quiet shushs.

  Pandora jogged up to the pair and struck Rose with a soft and tight hug, comforting the girl back into reality.

  "I'm okay now…" Rose said, swallowing down her tears.

  As her distress fell away, anger quickly rose to replace it.

  Rose clenched her fists again. "That stupid bitch is gonna get what's coming to her, just you wait. I'll-"

  Pandora quickly jumped up. "NO!!" She shouted. Seeing Rose and Lochesis startle, she calmed her voice. "No. Listen I know Val hurt your feelings, but she didn't know that, A, you have self esteem issues, and, B, that it would hurt you that much." Pandora's big blue eyes pleaded from behind her glasses. "Please give her at least a chance? She's been my best friend since I was like two years old and she's got no other friends. And if you two ended up fighting, well…" Pandora paused, thinking about the situation and shook her head as if clearing it of unkind thoughts. "It'd be sad!!" She stated plainly.

  Rose slouched her shoulders. "Did you even hear what she said?" Her eyes glared down at the tiled floor. "And I don't think she'd be one to actually even want to make up with me." Rose gestured down the hallway back to the cafeteria. "I mean look at her!! She looks like Tim Burton hand crafted her and through some satanic experiment brought her to life!!"

  Lochesis looked at Rose curiously. "Didn't you mention this morning how much you love Nightmare Before Christmas?"

  Rose waved a hand at her friend. "Shut up, just...shuuu."

  Pandora pouted. "You're not even gonna try?" She asked dejectedly.

  Rose looked down and picked at the holes in her jeans. She finally stood up, throwing her hands over her head. "Fine!" She huffed. Pandora started clapping her hands before Rose pointed at her. "But I'm still not talking to her today! It'll have to wait till tomorrow or something."

  Pandora still bounced a little. "Yay~!! I'm glad you're not giving up on my strange dark daughter!!"

  "What even-" Lochesis started to question before Rose's huffing interrupted her.

  "God what a shitty day this is turning out to be…" Rose groaned.

  Pandora gasped and stood on her tiptoes to cover her girlfriend's ears. "GASP!! Watch your language, Rose! We don't want the human computer learning it, you don't know WHO she'll start repeating it to!"

  Lochesis pulled the honey haired girl's hands off the side of her head, settling for them draping over her shoulders. "I'm not a child, Pandora, I know swear words," she leaned her head back to smile at the short girl. "But thank you for worrying, darling." She winked and Pandora nearly fell over herself.

  Rose rolled her eyes, smiling widely. "You two are sickeningly adorable." They laughed together as the bell rung and they parted ways.

  As soon as her friend's were out of sight, the bright smile faded from Rose's face entirely.

  "Well at least I know my friends want to be my friends!!!"

  Was Valentine right?

  Rose couldn't help but feel that maybe she was.

~~•~~

  Rose waited outside the school thinking about the day. Rose had only grown more upset when she'd found out that the emo was in her chemistry class as well.

  Rose shook herself and stood straighter. C'mon, I bet she's not that bad. She's just a little prickly, that’s all. We can make up tomorrow and then everything will be fine! She told herself.

  "Ro-ro!!" A girl that looked strikingly similar to Rose ran up to her. "Guess What?!"

  Rose have an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. "Please don't tell me you damaged my reputation again, Ruby…"

  Ruby giggled and shook her head. "Oh no, I do that on the daily, I don't have to try to do that!" Rose made an offended noise before Ruby had to dodge a playful battering from her sister. "I got a GIRLFRIEND!!" She shouted gleefully.

  Rose stood shocked in the middle of the walkway as she watched her sister. "You What?!" She nearly shrieked.

  Ruby nodded up and down. "Yep!! You heard me right! Duchess Trash-Bitch landed herself a date with only the most suave girl in school!!"

  Rose snorted. "Pah-lease, Ruby, I don't think that's possible seeing as we're sisters, so go check your facts."

  Ruby pushed Rose so hard she fell into a bush. "You think you're so high and mighty but whatever. Besides, Dahlia is way cuter than you'd ever hope to be, loser."

  Rose stopped. "Dahlia? As in stage director Dahlia?" Rose thought to their student director for last year's winter play. She had known that Ruby and her had become good friends after that year, but she didn't know they'd become that close.

  Ruby nodded happily. "Yep!! That's my girl!!" Ruby sighed happily. "Heheh...Imma fuck her so-"

  "GROSS, RUBY!!!" Rose shouted, shoving her sister. "I don't wanna hear about your gross fantasies!! Keep them to yourself, will ya?!"

  Ruby cackled maniacally. "I was kidding!! Mostly…" She added the last part a bit quieter.

  "In any case I still don't want to hear about your gross sex fantasies! Keep those and whatever other disgusting thoughts you have to your self!" Rose said.

  Rose and Ruby were twin sisters, the only thing telling them apart being a small mole under Ruby's left eye and Ruby's slight height difference, Rose being just a tad shorter. They were best friends- partners in crime! Ruby was always the one to mature up and console Rose after failed auditions and fights, and Rose would always sit there listening to Ruby’s bad days and grievances. They were as close as two sisters could be. A team.

  As Ruby went on and on about how wonderful Dahlia was, Rose was finding it harder and harder to keep up her smile.

  First Lochy and Panda, now Ruby and Dahlia… Rose thought. Everyone seems to have someone in their lives but me...I wonder who else will beat me to the stage of romance…

  The two girls finally got home where Ruby very excitedly and loudly announced her new girlfriend to their parents, who delightfully listened to her rant about her day till dinner was done.

  Rose picked at her food and got up before it was finished. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

  "Don't drown!!" Ruby called after her sister.

  Rose turned on the water and stepped inside before curling up and hugging her knees to her chest.

  She thought of the entire day and what Valentine had said.

  And Rose began to cry, letting the sound of the water mask her sobs as she let the day wash over her and down the drain.

  Hey y’all, sorry this is so late! It’s a short chapter I know, but I hope you liked it! I don’t really have much of an excuse for having this out so late, I just kinda had life catch up to me and lost a ton of motivation. despite that, I had fun writing this in the last hour-ish or so! Hope you liked it!!

  Okay so I just edited this and wow there were a lot of things I messed up. In my defense, I wrote and posted this at like midnight. In any case I fixed it, so I hope you find this version a bit better!

  And one last thing before I go; I drew all of the main cast for A Rose For A Valentine (Valentine, Rose, Pandora, Lochesis) Would all of you like to see them all?

  Okay that’s it, love you all byyee~!!

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21 Questions

I was tagged by @goodtobealunatic - thanks darling ♥

1. Nickname(s): None, mostly. My housemate Emily likes to call me “hun” but that has nothing to do with my name haha

2. Zodiac Sign: Leo

3. Height: 173 cm

4. Hogwarts House: Proud to be a Hufflepuff (according to Pottermore and I do feel it describes me perfectly) 

5. Last thing I googled: Let me check... it was the exact meaning of the phrase “to speak out of turn” 

6. Favorite musicians/artists: Oh dear. Those “favourite [insert thing] questions” make me really anxious because I am not one of those people who can name favourites... I either honestly don’t have a favourite because I never thought much about it or because I like so many things or because the minute someone asks the question, I forget everything I have ever watched, read or listened to... uh... let me think... this is in no particular order... Radiohead, Evanescence, Simon & Garfunkel, Guns’n’Roses, Aerosmith, Hans Zimmer, Blackmore’s Night, fun., Erutan,... lots more probably. I don’t really listen to music by artist/band. Mostly, I just listen to whatever inspires me or whatever I find that I like at the moment...

7. Song stuck in my head: For days it’s been “Hasa Diga Eebowai” from The Book of Mormon because I recently went to see it in London and I loved it! 

8. Following: 225

9. Followers: 86

10. Do you get asks: Barely, but please feel free to ask me anything! ♥

11. Amount of sleep you typically get: Depends on what is currently happening in my life. At the moment, I have nothing to really get up for, so I sleep way too much and way too long. I don’t even know how long.

12. Lucky number: 7, as I have three of them in my date of birth :)

13. What’re you wearing rn: A random musical shirt, joggers and comfy socks with Satan on them hahaha

14. Dream job: Writer-Director. I would love to write and direct my own films one day.

15. Dream trip: Inter-rail across Europe. 

16. Instrument(s): I used to play the flute and the piano but I cannot play either anymore. Now my instrument is my voice. I sing instead.

17. Language(s): English and German, both fluent.

18. Favorite book(s): Another favourites question. Asdfghjkl Idk really? “Wicked” has always been among my favourites and so has “Rebecca”, recently I also really enjoyed “A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue”. I will also always love Roald Dahl’s “The Witches”.

19. Favorite song(s): Idkkkkk

20. Random fact: I used to run around the garden/my room, telling stories to myself and doing all the voices of all the different characters. And I found out in an interview that David Tennant used to do that too and it makes me feel oddly proud and not so alone with my weirdness in this world.

21. Aesthetic(s): Flowers, vintage interior design, also abandoned/broken buildings, the eerie beauty of decay, nature (mainly forests and cornfields), also anything gothic (clothing, architecture), candles, the colours pink and mint green, vintage bikes, records... so many things!

Tagging: @joi-in-the-tardis @julibellule @intergalactic-garbage @wordstothewisereaders @notquitefurioso @ironically-uncool and anyone else who fancies doing this :)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I would like to suggest a song for the Johnlock Playlist: Only You by Cheat Codes. The song is about missing a person you used to be with, and only being able to fixed by them and them alone. Which really reminded me of both Sherlock and John- in the way that both of them have saved/fixed each other. (*cough* And that when John gets married, Sherlock goes back to drugs,thinks that his friendship with John is going to end, and that he'll never get a chance with him again.*cough*)

[Verse 1: Perrie]Dancing with your silhouette in the places that we metOoh, tryna find you in the moonParis never feels the same, when the streets all call your nameOoh, so I hide in crowded rooms[Pre-Chorus: Leigh-Anne]And I’ll follow right down the riverWhere the ocean meets the skyTo you, to you[Chorus: Jade]Once upon a time we had it allSomewhere down the line we went and lost itOne brick at a time we watched it fallI’m broken here tonight and darling, no one else can fix meOnly you, only youAnd no one else can fix me, only youOnly you, only youAnd no one else can fix me, only you, ohOnly you[Verse 2: Jesy & Trevor Dahl + Leigh-Anne]Did I let go of your hand for a castle made of sandOoh, that fell into the blueI went following the sun to be alone with everyoneOoh, looking ‘round a crowded room[Pre-Chorus: Leigh-Anne & Trevor Dahl]And I’ll follow right down the riverWhere the ocean meets the skyTo you, to you[Chorus: Little Mix + Trevor Dahl, (Trevor), (Jade), (Perrie), Jade + Leigh-Anne, {Little Mix}]Once upon a time we had it all (we had it all) (Mmm)Somewhere down the line we went and lost it(we went and lost it)One brick at a time we watched it fall (fall)I’m broken here tonight and darling no one else can fix meOnly you, only you (yeah)And no one else can fix me, only you (no one like you)Only you, (nobody else), only you (oh)And no one else can fix me, only you, (oh)Only you(Falling, falling, falling, yeah){Only you}, (only you), {only you}, (only you){And no one else can fix me, only you} (only you, oh){Only you}, (only you), {only you}, (only you){And no one else can fix me, only you}

(Lyrics from Genius.com)

Hi Lovely!

OH GOD I love this! It’s so beautiful, and I think it definitely describes their relationship. I’m sobbing omg. Thank you for that, Lovely!

[sargents]

Skam Fic Week 2018 Masterpost

hey guys!! sorry this took so long for me to put together, i’ve had a lot going on. but without further ado, here is the masterpost of all the fics!! thank you so much to everyone who participated!! (if i’ve missed any or the links are wrong/broken, please let me know <3)

fics listed under the cut

Day 1 - Magical/Mythical

cast a spell on you by @memequeenpeter

Drabble by @brionbroadway

Email from Somewhere by @julian-dahl

our future, my love, written in the cards by @badwolf-way

The Necromancer by @vorfm95

The Blind Prince by @crackandcanonships

who am i, darling, to you? by @fille-lioncelle

Day 2 - Celebrities

gal pals by @crackandcanonships

now that we’re lonely by @fille-lioncelle

Who Wore What by @julian-dahl

Day 3 - Roommates

a little crazy by @julian-dahl

i know that it’s delicate by @fille-lioncelle

Make me like you by @thegirlnooneknows5

our little talks by @crackandcanonships

Day 4 - Traveling/Vacation

Bare leke by pagnilagni (Norwegian)

In Madrid by @julian-dahl

in the backcountry by @crackandcanonships

you and me from the night before by @fille-lioncelle

Day 5 - Girl Squad

friends ‘til the end by @crackandcanonships

Girls! by @julian-dahl

is it too soon to do this yet? by @fille-lioncelle

Day 6 - Soulmates

cross my heart by @crackandcanonships

i always knew by @greathalesonfire

(oh damn) never seen that colour blue by @fille-lioncelle

The Imaginative Friend Syndrome by @julian-dahl

The saddest people smile the brightest by @vorfm95

Day 7 - Sports

Flying High by @fille-lioncelle

Norway. A Summer’s Tale by @julian-dahl

scoot your booty back by @crackandcanonships

[pingu89]

Q&A Tag Game

Tagged by @valkyrieofsmut 

I haven’t done one of these in a loooong time so thank you for tagging me darling!!! These are always fun to do!

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you want to know better

Nicknames: Most used nicknames are Kata and Keti, my mum often calls me Nina, King (I once wore a white Michael Jackson type fedora as a joke and the nickname stuck with me), kitten

Gender: Female

Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5′9″ or 176 cm :)

What time is it: Night time! 

Fave band(s): The Ramones, The Beatles, Green Day. Those bands are the ones that have been with me since my childhood and I always turn to them no matter what mood I’m in. I can’t imagine my life without music and I don’t choose music based on the type as much as on what moves me physically or emotionally. Also,powerful voices are my weakness (which is funny cause neither of those lead singers are amazing vocalists, although they are very recognizable) 

Fave solo artist(s): Leona Lewis, Jessie J and Janis Joplin. Strong female vocals, powerful voices and personalities, amazing lyricsts. They are my Holy Trinity! 

Song stuck in my head: Light & Shadow by Kos. The song is mesmerizing.

Last movie I saw: Age of Adaline

Last show I watched: Lucifer, it was the least shitty thing on TV. 

When did I create my blog: Turned 7 a month ago. I remember creating it when I was supposed to study for my finals but couldn’t focus. Probably like most of the people here. 

What do I post: Whatever I like of feel like at that moment. Also, my posts usually consist a lot of my current obssessions. 

Last thing I Googled: types of tomatoes cause I just ate the best tomato of my life and I need that type in my garden. (which is weird cause they are my least fave veggies and I was blown away by this one) 

Do I have any other blogs: Nope.

Do I get asks: Rarely. I do get DMs often. Not always the type that makes me happy or amused though . XD

Why did I choose my URL: I used to love cartoon Pingu when I was a kid (I still do) and I was born in 1989. (oldieeeeee) No creative explanation for it. 

Following: 165 :)

Followed by: 755. Used to be somewhere around 1000 but when you’re not active for a year a number drops. (not that it matters, thought it would be more people leaving) 

Average hours of sleep: Sleep… what is sleep? Definitely not my best friend for the last month...

Lucky number: 15

Instruments: Guitar, a bit of percussions and my voice (oh so cheesy) 

What am I wearing: Old capri pants that have way too many holes in them(but they are sooooo comfy) and star wars t shirt.

Dream Job: I really love the job I have. I do still have a chance to be a rockstar though hahaha

Dream Trip: Japan, Ireland-Scotland tour and my fave one (and closest) is an Eastern European road trip:  Hungary-Ukraine (Kiev, Chernobyl is my most anticipated destination) -Romania(Bucharest,Constanta,Sighisoara aka Vlad’s hometown)- Bulgaria. The last one will hopefully happen next year. We’ve been planning it for 3 years, but someone was always broke.

Nationality: Croatian with a bit of Hungarian flavour.

Fave song: Who you are by Jessie J and One more song by The Kelly Family (I know they are shit, I was a child so don’t judge. But the song is amazing. ) 

Last book I read: A book about ADHD in classroom. In every generation of my kids I have at least one kid with ADHD so I’m always looking for new books to learn more about it. 

Currently reading: Elizabeth Taylor biography, Creative school gardeners, Roald Dahl kids collection. I’m taking a break from fiction and adult books and I’m taking care of my nerd needs. 

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: Marvel, Harry Potter and Buffy the vampire slayer universe. Those three have always been and will always be my top choice no matter how bad and risky life in those could be. 

Tagging people… I no longer communicate with so many people here so I’ll just tag people whose work I like to read, who make me laugh and a few I kind of still keep in touch with. @sgtjbuccky @han-rawr @gorkipelin @my-secret-world-of-passion @nishtavilo @upinthefluff @bitnost @votka-sprajt @hiallhyles @beautiful-messssss @notimetoblog @the-beauty-of-being-a-psycho @paralysser and my baby @turquoise-in-bloom

Sorry if I left someone out, these are quite random and once again Thank you Val! :)

[blondecoffeecake]

Sunshine Time!

YES, BECAUSE THIS STILL APPLIES.      

And because WHO doesnt deserve a bit of extra sunshine? I love you damn nerds. Yall keep me happy on the hardest of days.

@missselinakitty

Let us start with this bih right here -- WHATS GOOD SELINA!?

The Squirrel to my Moose, the House to my Wilson, this nerd is in the top tier of my most favorite people in the world. She knows me better than anyone. She’s hilarious. She’s feisty. She speaks her mind. She’s one of the most learn-ed peoples that I know and she keeps me grounded (but on my toes) every damn day. 

When life has tried to kick her in the dick, she has bounced back faster and harder than anyone I’ve ever met. I wish I could be as brave and resilient and committed and determined and confident as her someday. Because she’s so determined and confident, I hate her and love her (and like her) I am so grateful to have one of the most AMAZING people on the planet to call my best friend.

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@sundog-fl

My ride or die. Mein true seestor. My LOVE. She is my heart. My seestor is the most giving, hard-working and humble person I’ve ever met. God, the experiences she’s had to endure have made her so strong and sweet (and she’s NEVER let it turn her hard. I am in awe of her strength.) 

My seestor has saved my life on so many occasions (literally, emotionally, spiritually and figuratively) and she inspires me every single day to follow my heart and my dreams. I love her so much. I don’t deserve her.

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@mistyrydia

My Baconcakes! The Usagi to my Minako (or is she the Minako to my Usagi?) and the Original Metal Queen. I’m so blessed to have met this amazing Viking Warrior Princess. We share so many quirky things in common and her soul is one of the brightest and sweetest out there.

She is practically DRIPPING with talent -- her art is phenomenal, you should go check it out and give her a follow -- she writes, she plays a TON of instruments, she even freaking composes music.

She just. Is so wonderful and patient with me. I can’t.

(Baconcakes, I love you with all my yeti-love. NO TAKE MIRROR)

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@thewhiterabbit42

OHHHMYGOD. *bounces in circles* I’m so excited!! Oh Megs. My Megs. 

My sweetest and most amazing waifu.

I am so, so, SO happy that we’ve become friends. (A little bit of backstory: I devoured all of her writings offsite before working up the courage to FINALLY comment on one of her posts here on the Tumblrz, and tell her how awesome I think both she and her works are. AND AFTER MY RABID FANGIRLING, SHE STILL LET ME BECOME HER FRIEND.)

Let me tell you, I do NOT deserve this lady. Her talent is absolutely mindblowing. 

(A second backstory: She let me in on an RP Blog she had created, based on the promise of doodles, which I had delivered on, (kinda,) and while she supported and encouraged me on my art (which I had given up on at this point) she also took the time to encourage me to start up on writing entries in the blog as well. And the encouragement was so badly needed at a time in my life where I felt everything I did ended in complete utter FAIL. So, I will always be eternally grateful for that.)

In addition to being one of the funniest, sassy, genuine and refreshing souls I’ve ever encountered, she’s also one of the strongest. She balances so many different things in her personal, professional and artistic life that it makes my head spin. 

And that’s OUTSIDE of the Internet.

I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s an ACTUAL superheroine. This woman works SO hard on everything she does and expects nothing in return -- she is such a strong and inspiring woman and I cherish the fact that I get to call her my friend. Again, I don’t deserve her, so I’ll continue to send her gifs, and music, and random shitty ideas that go absolutely nowhere (but will at least make her chuckle or roll her eyes at me.) SHE GIVES ME LIFE. I LOVE YOU, WAIFU.

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@sumara62

SUZY. IS. THE. BEST. Let me tell you why: Besides the fact she’s my dahling, and that she’s a phenomenal friend, and she always checks up on me, and sends me the best gifts, and always makes time for me if I’m having a sad day, she shares her help and time and skills with so many people, without expecting anything in return. I met Suzy through Megs and by playing on the previously mentioned RP blog that they ran. She was also kind enough to nurture my little artsy soul and gave the most amazing (and helpful) feedback when it came to dishing out posts (that could never hold a candle to theirs.) This woman is one of the smartest ladies I know. A true renaissance woman, I’m amazed with how she shares so much of her knowledge and skillsets; her insight and advice is something I truly value EVERY single time she offers it to me.   She also happens to beta for a bunch of people in our little Tumblr community, which, I’d imagine is an undertaking in itself with all you talented writers. Her dedication blows me away! GO FOLLOW HER.

I LOVE YOU SUZY, THANK YOU FOR BEING SO GOOD TO ME WHEN I YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE!

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@nobodys-baby-now

Let me explain. ...no. There is too much. Let me sum up.

VEEEEEEEE. I  love you so much! Why do you put up with me?! (I’m dead-ass serious, I’m such a dork. I don’t deserve you.)

This girl is so much fun, I wish I was half as cool as her. Vee has such a big heart and is so unashamedly dedicated to her friends, her fandoms and crafts. She’s another one of these amazing renaissance women that I keep collecting -- She draws, she paints, she writes, she INSPIRES. She gets my weird sense of humor. She appreciates my equally weird taste in music. And she makes me laugh. Like, all the time. My face hurts from all the smiles that she gives.

AND SHE FRICKEN MADE ME ART. AND JEWELRY. SKJFDGHKJSDGF. WHY ARE YOU SO INCREDIBLE?!

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@girl-next-door-writes

*blender noises* Holy shit *slams her hands on the table* You guys need to stop what you’re doing and check her out. Talk to her, RP with her, or just get into any sort of fandom discussion with this beautiful babe. I love how varied her fandom range is and how easily she can portray the wide array of characters in her stories. Oh, and her gif-game is SO on point.

I forgot to mention -- Y’all watch out. Crowley’s Queen, Our One True Queen of Hell is among us. It’s her. And she is an absolute delight.

I am SO happy that we have become friends, darling!

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@rowdyhooliganism

EEEE! I’m so excited about her, y’all. What. A. Wonderful. Gal.                                                                                       

*whispers* So, candidly speaking, I totally didn’t know there were other people who appreciated/loved the angel Gadreel in the Supernatural series. He’s not got the best reputation with the fanbase.

I was recommended to her by some of the ladies above and holy shit. This girl. The way she can paint a scene. Or write a character mannerism. Every story she writes, she does the characters justice in SO many ways. ESPECIALLY GADREEL.

Her talent makes my soul cry.

She’s even written me drabbles in the past, and I am SO not ashamed to admit that I read them on the regular at least once a week. (ASDHHSDAGFS that’s the quickest way to my heart right now.) I LOVE THIS LADY SO MUCH.

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Then... last but certainly not least.. there’s the Gadreel/Tahmoh HAREM that I have had the absolute pleasure of frequenting (There’s a fun thought -- I doubt Gadreel’d even know what to do with one, mwahaha.)

@icecream-and-gadreel @kittenofdoomage @room-with-a-cat and @authoressskr 

(*sweating*) is it hot in here?

I’ll admit, I haven’t had the opportunity to have many one-on-one conversations with these talented ladies, but Chuck knows that I blow up their damn notifications with likes and reblogs and comments. I’m pretty sure they’re all sick of my shit.

ALSO, THEY’RE JUST OVERALL AMAZING PEOPLE IN GENERAL. I HOPE WE CAN BECOME BETTER FRIENDS. *is my rabid fangirl showing?*

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TLDR; You nerds are the best. And I cannot tell you enough about how proud I am of EACH and EVERY one of you. Thank you so much for your encouraging words, your inspiration, and your friendship. It means more to me than you’ll ever know. <3