#thanks ari for the ask!!!

[fruchtfliege]

💅🏻🔎!!!!!

(In answer to this post)

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“What the hell happened to your car!?” she screams, getting on her feet and quickly walking up to him to see the damage, almost praying that she saw it wrong from afar. But no! Of course not! Talia keeps staring at the bullet holes in the car door, not knowing if she should be relieved to see Peter alive or if she should kill him herself.

Peter curses mentally. He should’ve parked facing the other way…

“So… great news!” he reassures her with his brightest and most charismatic smile. “Christopher didn’t know we’re werewolves. So we can assume that-”

“DIDN’T KNOW!?”

🔎🔎🔎🔎

“The pleasure is mine,” Bedelia said politely (she hated the man, she wanted to cut his sociopathic little heart with a rusty piece of metal and leave it between his ribs all night so that she could see him suffer every second of his disgusting, manipulative, and corruptive life), smiling. “You know I always enjoy these events. They are always so… informative.”

Hannibal smiled warmly like he always did.

“Well, let's hope this dinner won't be the last then.”

She smiled like Hannibal smiled before letting herself in once the host stepped back. The brilliance of her white dress vanished like a shooting star in the darkness of the house.

[bigtreefest]

Made up fic title: What Once Was Lost is Always Found

Ohhhh, Kris. You’ve really got me in the feels with this one🥺. So angsty, but so hopeful? This one’s for all my millennials/divorcees🫡 (gosh, I can’t tell you how much I love this tho. She’s a lil long)

Based off of this ask game

What Once Was Lost is Always Found

Ari Levinson x divorced!Reader

You huffed as your mom shoved the silverware into your hands, shooing you out of the kitchen to set the table, as she finished up dinner.

Upon her return from the grocery store, she pulled you up off the floor where you were wearing your threadbare college hoodie, looking through old photos, insisting you put on ‘normal people clothes.’

The last time you had been in your childhood room this long was before you had even gotten your degree, followed quickly by a job, a wedding, then a cat. And then after building that life for years and watching it crumble before your eyes, a divorce. With nothing else left for you there, you went to the one place you were always safe: home, bringing the cat, of course. Everything just needed to stop for a little bit.

You set the utensils down on the placemats and brought the extras back to put in the drawer when she stopped you.

“No, I gave those on purpose. Make a fourth place setting. We’re going to have company for dinner.”

You looked at her with a furrowed brow, an expression she knew all too well, as you went to the cupboard to grab the plates.

“Mom, I really don’t want anyone seeing me like this right now. Can’t you and Dad just go out to dinner with your friends like normal people?”

She laughed and shook her head, checking the oven before slipping off the mitts and using them to point at you.

“At least we have friends, missy. You’ve gotta get yourself out there. Can’t hide in your room forever.”

As she turned back to the stove, you heard her mutter in that low voice she always used when she was up to no good. “And you could use the social interaction, I’m sure.”

You rolled your eyes and continued laying out the dishes while your mom debriefed you about her day.

“And you won’t believe who I ran into at the super market today!”

“Who?” Your voice fell flat.

She turned to look at you, her eyes sparkling with something that you couldn’t quite decipher. Excitement? Nostalgia? And a slight wariness to your possible response?

“None other than Ari Levinson. I always liked that boy, you know. Turned into a good man. Shame it seems like he could never quite find the right girl around here after you left. And believe me, he tried. All those young women he went out with tried even harder.”

You sighed, burying your head in your arms against the kitchen island at her mention of your high school sweetheart. The one you had left behind before going to college. The one you’d always had a little spot for in your heart. But he stayed home and you had a career to make for yourself. And by the time school had come and gone, you were engaged and had heard he’d been dating. Waiting around at that age didn’t seem practical, especially when he so willingly had given you the space you asked for, and seemingly moved on. That was a good thing, right? Taking time apart gave you an answer: if he was yours, he’d come back to you, but he didn’t. Last you heard, every girl on this side of the river was pining for him. And who wouldn’t? He was a good looking, great guy. No chance he’d want to try again with the girl that chose a new life over him.

You worked in silence, straightening out the place settings when the doorbell rang. As your mom worked on bringing the food out to the table, you trudged to the front door, preparing for the onslaught of questions and hugs from a family friend. Except when the door swung open, your eyes were met with a firm chest. You followed it upwards to a soft smile and shining eyes, framed by a full beard and luscious locks of hair. Even more heart throbbing than you remembered. In his hand sat a pie, one that you’d know by smell anywhere, from your favorite diner in town where you’d share a slice almost weekly. Your jaw was dropped, throat dry, as you stood stiffly, blocking the doorway. But in Ari fashion, his demeanor was welcoming, smooth, calming, as he spoke to you in a voice that sounded like home.

“Hey there, honey bunch.”

[hymn-to-mercury]

✨🪐Astrology observations🪐✨

These observations are all based off my own personal experience and are mostly generic - don't take it to heart if you disagree <3

🪐 No one seems to fully understand how Aquarius Moons work, including Aquarius Moons themselves.

🪐 I love how heavy Mars influence shows up in people's physical appearance! I’ve always noticed that people with a lot of mars dominance in their chart have a big forehead and/or a widows peak, as well as rosy cheeks or a naturally reddish/pinkish undertone to their skin.

🪐 Undeveloped Virgo and Sagittarius placements absolutely do not give a fuck about your feelings. They can be extremely self centred I've noticed to almost a dangerous detriment.

🪐 A lot of people give Scorpio women the Mean Girl rep, but honestly I think that title should be lent to Virgo women too 😭 They tend to have this hangup about perfection, and I think when undeveloped it shows more as an aversion to anything 'weird' or against the status quo.

🪐 Cardinal Mars signs (that's Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn) reallyyyyy can't hide their dislike for things 😅 people, food, celebrities, whatever. If they don't announce it verbally then you can at least tell by their face lmao.

(I once had to put on my ~emergency socks~ when I was wearing heels on a night out, and every time someone came up to me to tell me how nice my outfit looked I would say thanks and then just not stop yapping about how the socks were not originally apart of the outfit 😭 I couldn't let people think I approved of socks and sandals alksjdgfsjdh)

🪐 Scorpio placements can dish it but can't take it. Cancer placements will sneakily dish it under the guise of a joke and then start crying if you try to dish it back.

🪐 People with Leo Moon tend to 'perform' their activism a lot. That's not to say that they don't practice what they preach, but I think when they do speak up their image has something to do with it

🪐 If you were born under a Mercury Retrograde it might feel like you were destined to be misunderstood no matter how well articulated you are 🙃 I don't think it's a problem with yourself as much as it is with the people you encounter through your life though. Your biggest 'ops' might be people who are very particular and specific about word choice - think Gemini and Virgo Placements (if you are a Gemini/Virgo yourself, this may manifest for you as harbouring some self-hatred or significant self-consciousness).

🪐 Pisces want very badly to be carefree, but a lot of the time they severely struggle getting over their need for outside validation. Being carefree is also a trait they might find attractive in other people.

[summer-oil]

bllk men who u can boss around without consequence: reo . ness . some of the others i guess

[en-chi-la-da]

I absolutely adore the way you draw Hajime and Gundham! Gundham’s so soft with Hajime in your posts, but I bet he’d go absolutely feral if anyone dared hurt Hajime >:3

i agree! maybe not go "absolutely feral", but i think that once somebody earns his trust/friendship, gundham would be a very loyal man. i also think that witnessing him step up to defend that which he cherishes most (his devas/friends/various animals and pets) could look a little silly... :)c

[saintshigaraki]

u and toji ……… :3c

YEAH <3 my beloved retired attack dog turned guard dog …..

[cedric-k-rossignol]

Do you have more birthday headcanons for characters who weren't given official birthdays? 🎂

Sebastian is a Pisces. I don't care when he was born, or indeed if he was born at all. He's still a Pisces.

- Signed, a Pisces

[my-dress-is-on-fire]

If you want to, and it makes you happy, can I ask you more about your headcanons for Jewish Yolanda Garcia? (I realize it was badly phrased on AO3.) Does she observe any holidays, and if so, which ones? Does she have any food specific associations that are important? (Related: any feelings on Hamantashen (so?) outside of Purim?) Other questions I should have been smart enough to ask but don’t know?

oh fuck okay. i am not planning this out at all, just writing the first thing that pops into my head, because that's served me well enough for the whole fic so far. for the record: this is all about my yolanda in growth, not about canon yolanda. this isn't a central part of the fic, but i love thinking about these characters so much.

so! like i said in the comments, yolanda isn't super religiously observant, and she's not super religiously observant in a very different way from how robby is not super religiously observant. robby was raised with religious judaism as a core part of his identity. he doesn't super believe in G-d, and he works through the high holy days (he will never admit that it's because he's too anxious to not be working on the high holy days - synagogues are full, that's a very high risk day), but in moments of stress, we see him turn to religion. i relate to this a lot - i discovered when i thought i was going to die that i also say the shema for a sense of grounding and connection (and also, like, because you say it before you die). who knew!

yolanda, on the other hand, didn't grow up in a religious household. her mother's mother is (was?) jewish, so they would sometimes celebrate holidays together - hanukkah, purim, pesach - but it was always more of a culture/heritage thing than a religion thing. she's obviously aware of the high holy days, but aside from eating honey cake, she didn't really do anything about them growing up. she celebrates christmas now (because her dad's family did, it was what they did at home), but she uses blue and white decorations on the christmas (chrismukkah) tree. she had one too many run-ins with the chabad rabbi near her university who loved telling her that she wasn't jewish enough because she's from a mixed family (fuck that guy), but she's comfortable with her identity, so finding a jewish community or being more religiously observant just aren't priorities. for her, it's about the little things she did growing up with her grandma. so she lights candles for all eight nights of hanukkah, and she dresses a little funny on purim (not like a full costume, but she'll do her makeup differently or something?).

kasha varnishkes was absolutely a staple at grandma's house (and it's grandma, not bubbe), as well as chicken soup with kreplach and latkes for hanukkah and... i can't decide if yolanda likes gefilte fish. she's mastered the art of making kreplach and latkes, but her kasha varnishkes always comes out wrong (she's using butter instead of schmaltz).

hamantaschen... oh man. she thinks they're dumb honestly. like, half of the fillings kinda suck, and they're annoying to make. she does like the chocolate ones, though, which i personally do not understand. frank once made her chocolate hamantaschen and she cried a little bit (her grandma had just died (i've written this far before deciding that her grandma is dead)) because they were genuinely perfectly shaped, and she'd only ever had ones that were falling apart before, and it brought up Feelings.

... can you tell i'm normal about this tv show

[fruchtfliege]

🐺🤍💋🫡🧪 ALL!!! I NEED THEM ALL!!!

...ask from this post...

🐺 - stuck as a wolf!theo

“And if ever it becomes too much in there, then we'll just leave. Leaving is always an option,” Mason adds with a kind smile. “And you won't be alone for the pack meeting. We're all coming. And we'll all have your back! Mostly. We'll mostly all have your back!”

Liam straightens himself a bit, nodding at the logical and calming words.

“Honestly, I'd be more worried about your boyfriend potentially biting Stiles' head off if he says something mean to you.”

Liam sends him a smile.

“Thanks, I needed that,” Liam says and, with one final exhale, he finally looks confident enough to face the day.

Mason frowns at him. That wasn't… the last one wasn't supposed to be a comforting statement. He was serious!

🤍 - first chimera!liam

Theo can't help it. He looks back and freezes when he spots Liam already staring at him. It had been difficult to really see him yesterday between the chaos and the obscurity of the night but, now, it's undeniable. Liam is hot. Like hot hot. And he has a smile that makes him look like he's got nothing between his ears. Theo didn't know that could be a positive attribute but it's now at the very top of his list of “must have”s.

💋 - petopher mean girls!au

“If ever you think I'm slipping, like… if I forget the plan and I'm letting Peter have his way again… I'd like for you to tell me,” Chris admits with more vulnerability than he'd like. He's not used to asking for help. It feels wrong in his mouth.

Melissa nods, understanding the seriousness of his request. “You're slipping.”

“Yeah, just say it like that, it doesn't need to be a big-”

“No, I mean it. You're slipping.”

“What!?” Chris can't help but scream. “But we barely started and I'm… I’m fine!”

She keeps her spoon in her mouth for a few more seconds just to slap his arm. Then, she takes back her spoon.

“I know you didn't put up a fight at Halloween,” she scolds him.

“I did!”

Melissa gives him her mom look. It's terrifying. It's a “I know you better than you know yourself, you can't fool me” look. The worst part is that she's right.

🫡 - the caretaker

“And don't ever talk like that about my best friend or I swear it won't end well for you,” Theo warns Liam, still haunted by his words, the self-loathing not sitting right by him even an hour later. 

Liam is shocked and he makes a pleased little gasp, a grin on his lips for the first time tonight. He tilts his head to the side. “I'm your best friend?”

“Not much competition these days…” Theo tries to mock but it's too vulnerable for it to have any punch. “I know I'm not yours, that's fine.” 

“Well, I can have two best friends!” Liam says, very excited about this new genius idea of his. 

“No, I- Liam, the fucking point of a best friend is that it's the best of all your friends. The point is to have one.” 

“I have two best friends,” Liam repeats to himself like he enjoys how it makes him feel. Happy, Theo guesses by his goofy expression and the content chemosignals.

Theo sighs, pretending to be annoyed, but it's the first time he can sense any type of positive emotion from Liam tonight so he takes it as a victory. In the darkest corner of his heart, he's secretly pleased by the idea of being Liam's second best friend. Even if it's definitely not a thing!

🧪 - re-animator au

“Well, as you said, officer, we weren’t close.”

The officer raises an eyebrow at Theo's smug attitude. “No, but I know at least one of you was close to Ms Romero,” the cop says, shifting his gaze to Liam who starts sweating out of fear. Lying isn't his best skill.

Just as he opens his mouth to try and spin a story that doesn't involve necromancy, Liam spots a hand – as in only a hand – running loose on their living room floor. Liam screams, instinctively moving closer to Theo who, judging by his shocked but amused face, has also seen the experiment running free. The hand sprints everywhere on its little fingers but thankfully makes its way behind the couch before the two cops can see it.

“Oh… A spider! He’s very afraid of-” Theo says smoothly before he gets a rough elbow jammed into his ribs.

“What did you do!?” Liam whisper-screams at Theo.

“Nothing!” Theo says, his eyes never leaving the two cops in their apartment. “It’s not like I control the spider population in the house, Liam!”

Liam gives him a mean glare like he knows damn well Theo is responsible for this. As if they didn't have enough problems with the cops asking questions! Before he can think of a way to subtly say all of this without alerting the two police officers taking notes of their every move and word, Liam sees the hand creeping out of the couch, its fingers making the faintest tap tap tap on its way to the kitchen.

“Well, can you go and control this one!?” Liam snarls through gritted teeth.

[bigtreefest]

Three Misses and A Bliss

Hehee, Ro! Gosh, this lends itself to such a messy good time and I do be in my messy era👀

The question is: who does this beg for?

Based off this ask game

Three Misses and A Bliss

Is this lowkey a spinoff of The Rainmaker?👀 maybe.

Bullrider! Ari Levinson x Reader

He tried, he really did, to somehow get to you, but he didn’t know how. It never seemed to be the right time. He’d never been so drawn to a person, never wanted to be so good for them, and yet you were almost unattainable. Just out of his reach.

The first time Ari met you was at a bar, at some girls night that he couldn’t dare to disrupt. He’d heard too many horror stories from the other riders about groups of women these days. It was better to let you come to him. Which you did, standing by his stool to grab another round for your friends. You had a charming smile, an easy demeanor, laughed at his one-off statements and jokes that others dismissed. And then just like that, you were gone.

Until the next time. Ari hadn’t been having a good day. He got thrown off the bull at the rodeo, scored low, and was ready to take a walk of shame right to the grocery store at midnight. The ice cream aisle called his name to tend to his wounds, both physically and metaphorically. And there you were: right in the cooler next to him, taking the last pint of his favorite. How could he blame you? You had good taste. And far too big of a heart, offering him the carton when you caught a glimpse of his black eye. He politely turned it down, but suggested coffee as a way to make it even. To which you replied that your boyfriend wouldn’t like that very much. So he left it there.

And then there was the time when he saw you at a restaurant. One far too rich for his blood, but a potential new sponsor was wining and dining him. Ari didn’t need to be there that long. He was gonna take the deal with minimal negotiation, when you caught his eye, sitting at a candlelit dinner all alone. You checked your watch for the seventh time in five minutes. That jerk stood you up. Ari accepted the new partnership under the stipulation that they pay for your meal and a ride home.

And then there was today. A really important day for you. Your first shot at a live broadcast as a sports reporter after years of simply writing teleprompter scripts. Your network was a big one, rewarding you with the opportunity to be the first to interview the winner of the bull riding tournament that had taken up the arena all weekend. As you made your way to the podium, you couldn’t help the way your smile grew even bigger than the one you slapped on for TV. The handsome bull rider ran a hand through his sweaty hair and beamed at you, coming right up to the camera despite his reputation for almost never taking interviews. You had to just roll with it, as you read the scrawled cue cards next to the lens.

“Mr. Levinson, what comes next?”

Ari leaned down the the microphone, sparkling blue gaze locking on to yours as he pulled a rose out of the bouquet in his hand and held it out for you.

“Next, I ask a very special lady that I’ve been pining after for months to go on a date with me and seal the deal with a kiss.”

For a second, Ari was the only other thing in the world. You grabbed the stem of the rose out of his hand, furiously nodded, and braced yourself against his chest as he tipped you back, locking his lips with yours.

[khaoala]

Found this on Twitter feels like it would be great for new soms

https://x.com/firstkhaomoon/status/1705220494604284204

this is incredibly helpful!

op did a masterlist with all firstkhaotung's events (as a couple and individually) and it has the hashtags linked, too, so new and old soms who want to find a specific event, check it out!

[summer-oil]

man who was so fucking desired

[limesquares]

Ariii 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Anyways, something I have been wondering about he- so does his arms, like. Merge together to make 2, but can separate to make 4? Might be wording that wrongly.

Ari's arms are all protoorganic limbs, meaning they're made from aether and colossi flesh and don't have to listen to physics. So the secondary ones can retract completely and don't need to take up any space when they're inside his torso. They come out of a slit-like opening under the primary pair:

They're also constructed a lot more like arthropod limbs! Just a hard carapace, no bones only Meat :)

[en-chi-la-da]

please we need more hinadam or souhina 🙏

gently gives you both even though you said "or" not "and" 👐🏼

G: "Feel the dark power of ✨Supernova Silver Fox San-D✨ surging from within your very palm, Hajime! >:)"

H: "Oh, he's waving at me! How cute. :)"

K: "Yeah, cute... 💢>:/"

[zerguette]

Small hc, angels most romantic shit they can do is the Dancing and it involves fighting together to a point in some point their wings just intertwine, or maybe not just fighting but when their Aspect just produce such a very nice resonance to hear that all you can see is two angels being extremely close to each one (which doenst involve kisses or hugging each other, no), and their wings just play with each other. idk, i though i'd share this little thing

[shurisneakers]

how are y'all regularly updating series AND writing like drabbles AND one shots AND answering comments AND answering asks. I can barely focus on one thing and some of y'all are out here posting like 3 times a week