#that pen looks wrecked lol

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okay I still cannot stop thinking about best friend jj and reader. Its mentioned her parents have body shamed her in the past and her mom makes that comment about her hips. What if it really got to her at one point and JJ is the only one who noticed. Not like a full blown eating disorder thankfully but that he noticed her skipping meals and he had to sit her down on his lap and tell her she was perfect...sorry just me thinking lol

eeek! first in between au request! thank you for the continuous love ♡︎ warnings reader skipping meals, body shaming (r's parents), bsf!jj being a sweetheart as usual [1k]

At first, it wasn’t a big deal. 

JJ was well aware that sometimes, when you were stressed, you’d forget to eat. He’d urge you to at least steal a few pieces of food off his plate (okay, maybe more than a few), and his mind would be at peace knowing that you were now fed and taken care of. 

But soon, he noticed that it became a daily thing. You’d tell him you weren’t hungry, or that you’d already eaten earlier, but then, he’d hear your stomach growling and watch you blatantly ignore it. You looked exhausted all the time, your physical strength was depleting. He’d watch you grow snappy at the smallest things, watch the way you’d pick at your food and move it around on your plate mindlessly every time you two ate together. Then, you’d dismiss his concerns with a forced smile.

After a few weeks had gone by, and your actions had remained the same, he knew something was up. He couldn’t stand to see you become a shell of who you usually were. There was no spark of wonder in your eyes. It was like all your hope had been sucked out of you. 

He also knew that your family was hard on you when it came to your body. And it sucked to admit, but at the beginning, he hadn't thought too much of it. Now, though, something was going on with his favourite girl and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

“Hey, you feel like goin’ to the Wreck? I'm feelin’ a seafood boil right now.”

You simply shrugged him off, your gaze remaining on the work in front of you. You’d been consumed in it all day, barely even blinking an eye in JJ’s general direction. 

“Not really hungry. I can come with you, though?”

Approaching you at your seat in front of your desk, his hands pried the pen from your hand, and he placed it down on the wooden surface. Then, he crouched down to get a better look at you.

“What’s goin’ on with you?” 

You turned away from him, scared of looking into his eyes. His tone indicated that you’d been caught. You should’ve known that he would pick up on your change in demeanour sooner or later. 

It was JJ.

Getting things past him simply was not a thing. It never was. 

Still, though, you’d make the effort even if it proved to be pointless. You weren’t sure the honesty was worth seeing the disappointment on his face. 

“Nothing. Jus’ not hungry.” 

“Y/N, I haven’t seen you eat a proper meal in two weeks.” 

“I said I'm good, J.” Your voice was bitter and sharp as you picked your pen back up, breaking free of his hold and trying to continue with your work. “If you wanna eat, go eat.”

He took the pen from your hand again, stuffing it in his pocket so you couldn’t get to it as easily. 

“You really think that by now, I don’t know when you’re actin’ up?” He held your face in his hands, ensuring that you couldn’t look away from him again. “Jus’ tell me what’s goin’ on so I can fix it.” 

“You can’t fix this, J.” 

He sighed softly, his thumbs swiping over the apples of your cheeks. “Try me.” 

You stalled for a moment. You didn’t want the judgement, You knew what he would say. 

Y/N/N, don’t listen to him. He’s a piece of shit. He has no idea what he’s talking about. 

If this was about anything else, maybe you would’ve believed him. But after hearing comments from your parents about your body for almost two decades…maybe their words had some truth to them, right? 

But when you looked into those oceanic puppy-dog eyes, it was as if he was willing the truth out of you wordlessly. Sighing, you broke free of his grasp carefully. You strolled over to your dresser, pulling your phone off of the surface and opening your messages on your way back to him. You handed him the device, the glow of your screen illuminating his face as it showed him the texts you’d received from your father earlier last week. 

You think your mother and I haven’t noticed how you’ve gotten fuller? Everything you’ve worn to our events lately has only made you look worse. A girl your age should be slimmer. We should get you on a diet, up your physical activity.

If you don’t fix your appearance, you’re going to embarrass us in front of our colleagues. We can’t secure this deal if you’re looking plump.

I’ve had it. You shouldn’t accompany us anywhere for the next few months. Not until you get your weight under control. 

Rage bubbled deep in his core, threatening to swallow him whole. It had always puzzled him beyond belief — how your parents could look at you and see the complete opposite of what he had.

Perfection.

He tried to remain stoic. You’d never been happy when he got upset over things your parents had done in the past, and right now, when you were looking so pained, how could he make things worse?

“Y/N/N,” he said, hands bracing your shoulders. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” 

You couldn’t even find the courage to look up at him. You were too scared, too ashamed. You didn’t want his pity, you just wanted the voices to stop, and though you believed JJ could do anything, you weren’t sure if he could quiet that noise. 

It was too blaring. 

“You’re actin’ like there’s somethin’ to fix, but there isn’t. You’re perfect. I don’t care what your dress size is. You don’t need to be cuttin’ back. End of story.” 

“J, it’s just not that easy—”

His index finger found your lips, effectively shushing you and garnering your attention. “They’re wrong about everythin’ else, right?”

You nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” 

“So what makes ‘em right about this?” 

He got you good. He’d always had a certain way with you, and thank God he did. 

One of his hands abandoned your shoulder, finding your face instead. Blue eyes bore their soul into yours, trying to engrave how he viewed you into your brain. 

“Eat whatever the fuck you want. You’re beautiful, and you always will be.” 

[descendantsramblings]

Just a short cute thing where Fem! Reader and Maleficent are dating and Mal just loves teasing her gf by turning into her dragon form in small

Pure fluff, thank u :>

“Short cute” is speaking my language rn. So glad to be back to writing long stuff but between these and writing a layout for a Dead Boy Detectives fic I needed a good head canon or Drabble 🖤

Also I wrote and edited this whole thing while on the clock at work so forgive me if something is a little odd, I HATE typing on mobile because it’s easier to get typos.

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Maleficent x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: watching her girlfriend study can get just so boring

Warnings: descriptions of Maleficent turning into a dragon but it’s really nothing (at least as a horror and body horror fan it’s absolutely nothing but I’ll warn you just in case), fluff

Word Count: 1.1K

Pic because finding gifs of my girl (who’s almost always background or literally on Hades lol) is so hard

She can’t say no one warned her. Of course, Maleficent thought her girlfriend hung the sun, she was humanities own light source. All aglow when she was excited and warm enough that the dark fae was constantly convinced she had a fever. She was obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean the rest of her friends lied when they said dating a hero kid could get so boring. Not that (Y/n) in general was boring, it was actually pretty easy to get her running around with the villains, but when she felt like being good? She could get obnoxiously good. Like straight As helping out in soup kitchens type of good. Which if the pixie was honest, she found that side of her girlfriend extremely endearing. Sometimes she even wonders if that sweet half of her is what saw Maleficent as worthy for her. Not that she’d ever admit to that out loud, it would wreck her image. If the fact that she could watch the girl complete mundane tasks in complete infatuation didn’t already kill her image. Or at least she normally could watch her like that.

The girl had been studying for an hour, rewriting her notes in a decorative and color coded way that she swore made it easier for her to study. “Rewriting it makes me think about it harder, Mali. Engraves it into my memory.” It sounded like an excuse to her, seemed to her that the girl just liked to look at pretty things. Not that she minded, whatever she wanted to do was fine by her, (Y/n) was her own woman. And Maleficent loved to be the pretty thing she was looking at, so who was she to complain about other ones? But Mali was starting to wonder if she and Tinkerbell had something in common. If she didn’t get her girlfriend’s attention soon she was sure she’d just fall over and just die. She was growing weaker by the second, she was positive of that. And getting the girl’s attention away from swirling pretty calligraphy into a notebook was proving to be impossible.

Every nuzzle to her neck was met with a playful push. Kissing her face just earned the pixie a “Mali, doll, I’m working.” It was infuriating. Why let her in if (Y/n) only planned on ignoring her? Her pale arms make their way around the princess’ waist, face falling against the girl’s back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m almost done, Doll. Just two more pages.” Two more? That won’t do, she needs more attention now. “Come on,” she drags the word out pulling away from her girlfriend with a whine. “Since when are you so good?” “I’ve always been good, Doll. You’re the villain between us, remember?” She uncaps a different pen, readjusting the notebook before her. “You don’t seem so good when you’re out running around with me and the other VKs. You ask how high when Uliana says just just like Morgie does.” It gets her a hum, pen tapping against the page in the speedy pattern. “Yeah well, if I make Uli happy she’ll do my hair. No one else here can braid like she can.” Mali laughs, “Fine, then if we can’t cuddle, let’s go see if she’ll do your hair. Give me something.” “I’ll be done soon.” She scoffs, lightly smacking the back of the girl’s shoulder, “You said you were doing homework.” (Y/n)’s eyes roll, sparing the girl a look over her shoulder, “Studying is homework, Mali.” Now her eyes roll, throwing herself back on the bed, “This isn’t studying. Studying is reading over notes, this is some other thing.” She hums, “Maybe that’s why my grades are higher than yours.” It’s a playful remark, the girl poking her tongue out at the pixie before turning back to her work.

She wants to play? Okay, they can play. She cuts a look to the girl, a pen cap held loosely in her mouth as she delicately drags a pen brush across a page. She was distracted enough. Turning into a large dragon took far too much energy from her, but a small one? One that could fit right in the girl’s lap? That was easy. Maleficent could barely feel it as her bones gave way. Shoulder blades and vertebrae stretching out to form the structure of wings. Purple scales forcing their way through pale skin, tearing their way into veins to beseen. She hasn’t let wings of any kind come out in so long, it felt heavenly. The stretch making her suppress a whimper. She desperately needed to do this more, instead of just when she felt the need to harass her way into getting what she wants.

Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, she flaps her wings, once, twice. By the third time, when she realized the sound wasn’t alerting (Y/n), she knew she could take flight. Fluttering through the dorm, she lands on the girl’s dresser, blowing a small puff of flames onto a candle then settling beside it. Waiting, glowing green eyes trained on the girl who had playfully become her prey. The smell of smoke would alert her, it always did. Lilac and smoke slowly and softly fill the air, making the princess look up, worried eyes glancing around the room before landing on her dresser. “Really? You’re that desperate for me?” Desperate? No, she was anything but that. While her eyes are away from the page, Maleficent takes flight again, swooping up the pens the girl was using before fluttering over her head.

“Mali, you’re just prolonging how long it will be before I can lay back and cuddle with you. You know that, right?” Her hand shoots up for her pens and the dragon flies closer to the ceiling. “This is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous.” Pens clatter into the wastebasket by the girl’s desk, the dragon swooping in to fill the girl’s lap before she can get up to retrieve them. “Are all fae this needy or just you?” The question is met with a nuzzle against her stomach, the dragon refusing to get too close to her skin in case she’d scratch the delicate stretch of flesh.

Sighing, the girl closes her two notebooks, pushing them to the side before she lays back. “If I take a little study break will you let me finish my work without whining?” The dragon crawls up her stomach, tilting her head to the side. Sweeten the deal. “If we cuddle?” Letting out a sigh, Mali curls up on the girl’s chest, her head laying just so close to her heart she feels as if she’s hearing the lubb-Dubb of it in her own head. “You’re not gonna turn back into a girl for me? Made you wait so long that I only deserve scales?” It’s not a complaint, not a real one at least. Her nails digging into the space between two wings, a glorious scratching sensation that makes Maleficent’s eyes lull closed. She was never above playing if the Royal wanted to play. She was always the winner of the girl’s long games.

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what if… dnd au but instead of them being heroes and adventures within the dnd universe, they are just a bunch of nerds playing tabletops rpgs together?

like, Tango is the dm who has spent forever crafting the perfect home brew campaign and is determined to make it the most amazing campaign any of them have ever been part of. He’s got the custom maps and characters figures and costumes and voices and one session he even brings in a fog machine for ambience. He’s like the perfect dm to a bunch of perfectly terrible players who will only encourage each others worst dnd habits.

Etho is the one whose been playing dnd since, like, edition 1, and who shows up to the first session of the campaign and starts describing his character and someone’s like “are you playing kakashi from naruto?” And Etho’s like “oh is that who this is? I just found it premade online and thought it sounded cool” and he’s got the emo backstory and looks real cool but is in reality not actually that good of a character and whoever made it horribly messed up the stat distribution but for some reason he always avoids death and it stuck with the underpowered not-kakashi for forever.

Joel is the murder hobo (it’s a dnd term guys trust) who tries to kill everything who also renames all his spells and weapons on dnd beyond to really silly things and then forgets what they were originally and needs someone to translate for him. He will always make sure things get out of hand, accidentally starting cults, making sure the party is always at least mildly morally gray, killing people left and right, aggressively shipping his character with other peoples jus because. He is the embodiment of chaotic neutral. (He says he is chaotic evil in the life series but I think he is more chaotic neutral because chaotic evil will cause chaos for the sake of evil and chaotic neutral will cause evil for the sake of chaos)

Bdubs is the one constantly trying to befriend everything, who also unnecessarily narrates everything he is doing (ex. “I Am RAISING my EYEBROWS at you!!!!”) and he has a million pets and always makes Tango explain what each one is doing at that moment every five seconds and is constantly yelling at Joel for killing everything while Joel is always yelling at him for befriending everything. He will argue that the dice are rigged if he rolls badly and 100% has one of those dice time out chairs and will be extremely superstitious about which dice he uses.

Jimmy is the one who keeps having really great ideas but really terrible luck with the dice rolls, and always manages to stumble into traps. He’s also the only one trying to actually follow the rules and remain completely in character, like everyone’s like “oh it’s probably over here!” And Jimmy’d be like “yeah WE know that but guys our characters wouldn’t!!!!!!!!” And he’s like the perfect player in terms of how nice and easy he makes it for Tango to dm but is terrible at the actual gameplay. He will loudly boast to the enemy that they are about to “get WRECKED, FOOLS!” And pulls out a spell that should kill them instantly if he rolls anything but a nat 1, and guess what he rolls lol.

Scar is the one whose character dies first session and he just picks up a pen, writes “jr” next to the character name, and shouts “I’ve come to avenge my father!” he’d also name his character something like “Hotstuff McSexyman” (if Joel doesn’t take that name first) but actually be surprisingly wholesome and moral, if kinda bad at combat. Extremely oblivious as a player, Tango has to spell out the answer for each puzzle and he will kill an ally genuinely thinking that it’s an enemy.

Grian is the one playing a firmly non-human character who has just the most normal guy core backstory, like “yeah I’m Clarence, I’m 45 with a wife and kids and I’m going on this adventure to celebrate my retirement.” But he’s like a lizard guy or something

Gem is the one who makes a really nice and sweet and normal dnd character and then combat starts and she takes out a magical great sword powerful enough to one shot the BBEG (it stands for big bad evil guy and it’s real dnd term. Gotta love nerd culture) and rolls a nat 20. She is also the only reliably sane one here (Grian goes about managing his sanity like he does shifts at the permit office, and Etho is sane but his character turns out actually to be pretty ineffective at, like, everything so there’s not much he can do except have the privilege of being driven insane rather than already being so. Everyone else is a maniac, some just their characters but not in real life, some are just as crazy “irl” [as in within the au] as their characters)

there is a lot more that could be done with this and a bunch of other people to include these are just the initial thoughts I had.

[karizard-ao3]

My reactions to Evangelion episode 26: Take care of yourself

I had to go to the store after the last episode and I was a nervous wreck the whole time. I am a nervous wreck right now. My stomach is turning. I am so worried about what we're going to find out and what's going to happen.

We're focusing on the instrumentality of the heart belonging to the boy Shinji Ikari. Oh, god.

So is it going to be like a hive mind?

"If I run away, no one will talk to me again" "Don't abandon me!"

"If I pilot the Eva, I can exist as myself." Is the reason piloting the Eva was so painful at first because of how hard it is to look at oneself?

"I have nothing else."

The Eva changes and overcomes their personalities if they tie their identity too much to it. Like Asuka.

So, all this mind meld stuff is the instrumentality taking place, yes? They are all kind of slipping together into one consciousness?

Oh, Asuka with those hollow cheeks.

I can't believe this has been going on for two episodes lol. I can understand why they had to make a movie after this because I feel like I'm going to riot. I thought we were going to, like, return to the plot.

Oh, thank god.

But is this an alternate world? Since when is Asuka his childhood friend? Pen Pen is a clock?

Do they not have faces?

It's so weird to see them, especially Shinji, acting like such normal kids. But him and Asuka fighting is cute.

The art style changed from animation to sketchy stills. I guess the illusion is fading.

Ah, it was another possible world.

We're back at it. Oh, god. I was into it for the last episode when I thought it was leading up to something but at this point, I've given up and I feel like I'm having the same message hammered into my head over and over again.

Lol and then everybody stood up and clapped.

I am laughing so hard. What the fuck was that?

In Conclusion

How is that even a conclusion??? I... I need to know that something is actually going to happen in the movie.

Okay, I skimmed the Wikipedia page. That sounds more like it. I'm planning to watch it on Sunday and I guess I saw a couple spoilers? But I read it in that not paying attention way so I'm hoping they will spill from my head by then. And it was just stuff that I was either already anticipating or was not surprised by anyway, so I think it will be fine. And I think I saw Shinji survives? So I'm even more fine if that's the case.

I'm not supposed to like this ending, right? Like, I'm allowed to think this was nonsense?

I mean, I suppose it was meant to be the instrumentality proceeding as planned and succeeding but, like... It just feels like the author stood up, threw down their pen, and declared, "I am fucking tired of crafting a story with plot points and tension and character development! I want to talk about the weird things I think about in the shower!" and then proceeded to do that for an hour.

I had myself worked up into a tizzy over nothing.

I'm sorry if I was supposed to enjoy this, but, I am now super excited for the movie.

I'm sorry. Episodes 1 - 24 were great, though. 10/10 would watch again (and probably will)

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the past shows up on your doorstep. So much has changed, but some things are painfully the same…

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A brief look at the past. 

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Sequel to When the Leaves Fall

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Angst and activism in an Omegaverse/Soulmate AU

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Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place.

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Chapter Summary: You encounter an unexpected visitor in your home.

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By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | marcille donato x falin touden

Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.

By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics

𖥔𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Astarion Ancunin x Loki Odinson

Loki visits a strange new realm and meets an intriguing stranger.

© all works belong to the respective writers of the writers café server.

[punsmaster69]

5/DEC/20XX

[This is not Sans' handwriting.]

helloooo.

im sans, sans the skeleton, and i sleep alllllll the timmmeee.

even asking a children to write for me cuz im soo slllleeepy.

....

(It's chill)

I asked for this. lol

What's up?

...

Actually.

Books aren't much for conversation, are they?

Why'd I ask??

Idon't know man it's all I'm good at doing: talking.

NO WAIT

[There's a tiny, quickly-sketched pen drawing of Sans sleeping on his face.]

I can do that.

Of he, like that.

Which is because Papyrus woke Sans up early to drag around to Christmas shops and stuff today.

Papyrus got a tiny Christmas hat for Flowey, to match the one he himself has been wearing.

I don't THINK Flowey hates it.

Which is surprising, actually, but he did wear that bow Papyrus got him too.

I think Sans got some stuff, but didn't tell me what.

Papyrus did not seem to know, either.

Why this skeleton so many Secrets.

HAVE so many ↑

Why does he write in pen.

Does he just never make mistakes ??

Or maybe he does and just leaves them.

Maybe he's got that correction stuff, like Mom uses on documents.

Like mother, like [Aggressively scribbled out word.]

NOW I WISH I HAD SOME TOO

IC ANT CALL SANS THAT IN HIS OWN JOURNAL.

FFRICK

Sans do not look at that I BEG

Okay.

Anyway (( smiley face of innocence → <: ))

I think it was stocking stuffs he got. Those wall socks were EMPTY and now they're LUMPY kind of.

Sansta strikes early for once.

man

What am I SAYING

This is a wreck I am so sorry dude.

whOHHHHHH

PAPYRUS MADEHOT CHOCOLATE AGAINFOR US HES SO COOLSOCoOL

LOVE HOT CHOCOLATE, iT MEANS

THEREIS SOMETHING NOW MOREIMPORTANTTHAN THISBYE

[missgoldberry]

idk it just seems insane to me to care who luke and nic or dating. Colin and Pen are separate and some fans have forgotten that. Also commenting on who they date their ages etc Their all consenting adults. The only thing I wanna know is the next projects their gonna be in. Tho I have never really been in the whole stanning an actor thing. Character oh yeah for days lol least till my hyperfixation wears off. What are your thoughts?

I mean it's natural for fans to be curious about personal lives of celebrities, but I agree with you - shipping real people has always felt strange to me, and the way some fans are commenting about these relationships is really disturbing. I'm with you in that I never before cared about actors but would get very obsessed with characters (my hyperfixation never really wears off though, it goes dormant for a bit and then I end up ao3 years later reading Glee fanfiction😭😭). I got interested in Nicola because of her support for Palestine, and then I really got into Bridgerton (Colin and Pen specifically) so I've seen these conversations about their relationships happening and honestly it's kind of insane to me😅 I get why some fans ship Nicola and Luke - they look hot together, have great chemistry, and seemingly a very special relationship - but at the end of the day, we don’t really know them, and the projections and straight up stalking that's going on is very off putting to me🤷‍♀️ And tbh it worries me that the pressure and intense scrutiny will mess up their frienship or how they interact in public because the response to them dating other people has not been positive. I think shipping in a sense that you make cute edits and would like them to be together is totally fine (as long as it doesn't consume your life) but the way their real relationships are wrecking some fans emotionally is unhealthy

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 19: Overtime

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, people getting hit by a bull, bar fight

* Word count: 3,560ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! As always feel free to hop in my ask box and scream with me lol.

Stella was seated on the ground outside the bunkhouse. It was Saturday night, after the morning with the bulls, and poker was being played inside like usual. The door hung open to let some fresh air into the house. She pulled her jacket tighter. It was damp out. To her right she heard footsteps. It was Kayce. He was heading out to see Tate.

“Be safe okay? I think it’s gonna rain.” Stella warned. He glanced back at her and nodded. She watched as he pulled off. She hoped this visit would go well for him. Shaking it off, she made her way back into the house.

There was a ruckus going on. Something about all of them being boring coming from Avery. The new day worker, Cowboy, was egging all the guys on. Stella smirked to herself and leaned against the sink as she adjusted her glasses and crossed her arms. She wanted to see how this played out.

“We should play cowboy poker.” Cowboy suggested. Her brother started to protest.

Jimmy asked. “What’s cowboy poker?” Colby tried to intervene and tell him not to worry about it.

Stella interjected. “Oh c’mon you guys! All we ever do is play regular poker. Lord knows y’all won’t go to the bar. Why can’t we live a little?”

Avery, Stella, and Cowboy started making their way outside to the round pen. Some protests followed behind them. They all made quick work of setting up the plastic furniture in the middle of the pen.

Colby, Avery, Stella, Ryan, Jimmy, and Cowboy had taken their betting seats. Cowboy gave everyone a quick run down. The basic gist of the game was to stay seated as long as possible. The bull always goes for the table first, but with so many people seated at the table? Stella wasn’t so sure it would be just the table getting wrecked this time.

Lloyd shut the gate behind them. “Y’all sure about this?!”

Everyone looked back at him. Stella laughed and said, “are we ever sure about anything we do Lloyd?”

“Does someone wanna explain the rules?” Jimmy asked.

Ryan offered a quick explanation. “Last one at the table keeps the pot.” He looked to Colby, offering him the bottle of alcohol he brought with him. “You want some courage?”

Colby snatched the bottle from Ryan. “Fuck yeah I do.” He took a large swig.

“Drink up, dipshits.” Cowboy teased.

Lloyd offered as much guidance to his stupid little ducklings as he could. “Y’all are gettin’ horse traded by this ol’ bastard. Jimmy, stay seated no matter what. Bull always goes for the table first.” Avery and Stella grabbed each other’s hands ready for the shit storm.

Jimmy screamed and waved his hands around. “This is fuckin’ nuts!”

“Yeah, there’s not a lot smart about it.” Ryan started to second guess his decision.

“Here we go ladies!” Avery toasted with the booze.

“Jake! Let it rip!” Lloyd yelled.

Jake went over to let out the bull. He pushed it down the chute and it slowly made its way into the pen. They all braced themselves for potential impact. The bull rushed at them. Stella watched as everyone, Cowboy included, tucked tail and ran. She and Avery squeezed each other’s hand and shut their eyes tight.

The bull got closer and rammed right in between Avery and Stella. The bull’s horns caught both of them on their sides ripping their hands apart. The two women thudded to the ground. Avery was a quick little thing and was able to get up before Stella. The bull whipped back around to charge at Stella on the ground. She scrambled to stand and felt arms under hers pulling her to the outside of the ring to safety.

Stella exclaimed, breathless. “Holy shit! That was wild!” She saw Jimmy to her left. He must have been the one to pull her out. She glanced to her right. Ryan was on his way and looked ready to call Viggo to take her to the hospital for nothing.

“Well I’ll be damned! God! Did ya see that?! Balls of steel!” Cowboy hooted.

“Are they okay?”

Stella breathed out. “Yes, Jimmy we’re fine.”

“Here you’re gonna need this.” Colby handed Stella the liquor. She promptly handed it over to Avery.

“You don’t want any?” Avery looked puzzled.

“I don’t drink, girlfriend.”

“Swore there was plenty to take my money.” Ryan joked.

Avery held out her hand to Lloyd. “Gimme my money.”

Stella lined up next to her. “Run me that money good sir.”

“That’s some cowboy shit, girls.”

Colby was being a sore loser. “They lost their hats, they owe us a six pack.”

“The fuck I do.” Avery defended. “She doesn’t either.”

Rip swung the barn doors open and hollered. “What’re you dipshits doin’?”

“It’s a Saturday,” Jimmy gave a lame answer.

“I know what fuckin’ day it is, Jimmy. Don’t be messin’ with that bull. You all wanna have fun?! Go to the fuckin’ bar! You know better than to mess with these bulls! Get the fuck outta here.” Everyone scattered back to the bunkhouse. He walked up next to Lloyd. “Well Lloyd, who won?”

Lloyd smirked. “It was our girls. Split down the middle. Didn’t flinch a muscle until they got thrown. Tough as nails, I’ll tell ya.”

“Or stupid as hell.”

The gang gathered their wits and they made their way to the bar. They figured a few drinks after all that wouldn’t be so bad. Ryan was in helicopter mom mode. He made sure to keep a close eye on all of them. Stella especially.

“What, dear brother of mine?”

“That shit could have been real bad, you know?”

“And so what? We had fun, didn’t we? You were in there, too. And your drinks are on me anyhow.” Stella turned the chair next to the pool table around and sat on it backwards. She took a sip of her soda and faced the pool table to watch Ryan and Colby play. Jimmy wandered over.

“Hey you okay? That bull hit you guys pretty hard.”

Stella laughed. “Yeah Jimmy. I’m alright. I’ve had worse. Thanks for pulling me out by the way.”

“I know you would do the same for me. It’s the least I could have done.” He tapped her shoulder gently and went to sit with Avery. Stella could tell he was smitten with the woman. She smiled at the pair.

Colby’s voice floated in from her side. “So when are we gonna have to worry about you being in that position?”

Stella barked out a humorless laugh. “My dear Colby, that would require a man to not see me as one of the dudes, or be scared away by y’all heathens.” She scratched her head and looked at him directly. “So probably not any time soon.” She laughed, trying to cover up her embarrassment at the subject. “Not anything serious, anyhow.” She leaned on her elbows against the chair.

“There ain’t no way they see you as one of the dudes.” Colby disagreed.

“Yes they very much do. I blame y’all.” She laughed.

Her laughter was cut short by the sound of yelling from Jimmy’s direction. They heard Avery yell for Ryan and the bar broke out into complete chaos. Ryan stepped to Avery and Jimmy, when the guy who was the problem threw her brother over the bar.

Stella jumped in to defend her brother. “Hey dick head!” She hopped on the guy’s back while Avery and Jimmy took care of his front. The man grabbed Stella’s arms that were around his neck and tossed her onto Jimmy and Avery. The rough landing, plus the hit from the bull earlier, had her groaning on the ground. The wind had gotten knocked out of her. She clambered her way along the floor and got behind the bar.

Ryan started to help her up, but pushed her backwards as a body came flying over the bar top at them. Stella caught herself against the back wall only to be knocked backward by the boots of the random man flying at her and Ryan. The man’s boots caught the underside of her chin. Her teeth snapped shut as she gasped. For a few moments, she saw stars.

Grabbing the wall and corner of the bar she stabilized herself. Stella shook her head. She was dizzy. Seeing two Colby’s open the back door she started weaving and ducking her way to the exit. She gave a hard shove here and there trying to keep people off of her. She didn’t want to get drug into any of the battles going on. Colby pushed her the last few feet through the door. She braced herself on the wall outside and caught her breath. The rest of the wranglers had started to spill into the parking lot.

Colby came over to her. “Stell, you okay?” She nodded and headed to the truck. She wanted to get the hell out of there. Her head was pounding.

When they got back to the bunkhouse, everyone found a seat. Some hung their heads. Some groaned. Lloyd was handing out frozen things from the freezer. He pulled his dad-stance and began to scold them all for going to the bar without him. Ryan was good at keeping the peace, but Lloyd was better.

Lloyd handed her the last bag of peas. According to him, there was a nice bruise on the bottom of her chin. Stella traded the bag to her brother for his cheek. She wanted to find Tylenol. They all would need it.

The bottle rattled in her hand as she returned from the bathroom. She heard the front door shut. She glanced up to see Kayce standing there surveying the damage.

“What happened?” Kayce asked. No one answered. His eyes finally made it to Stella. He could easily see the large bruise on her chin from across the room. A glare took over his face, jaw clenched. They locked eyes and he stalked over to her. She felt like a deer in headlights. “What the fuck happened?” He grabbed her chin to bring it higher to be able to see and she hissed in pain.

She pulled away quickly. “Ouch Kayce! I’m fine!”

Lloyd ratted them out. “Someone worked them over at the bar.”

Kayce pointed at her. “You are not fine.” He turned on his heel and quickly exited the house on a mission.

“Way to fuckin’ go ladies. This is what your fun gets us.” Ryan sassed at them.

Stella shoved at him angrily as she ran past him to catch up with Kayce. “Shut the fuck up. Nows not the time.” She would rather eat her own foot than hear his self righteous ‘I told you so.’

She busted out of the door and sprinted to catch up to him. “Kayce, wait!”

“What? I’m gettin’ Rip. We have to go make this right.”

Stella grabbed his arm. “Hold on, yes we got worked over, but what are you gonna do?”

“We’re gonna go back and beat the shit out of them. They shouldn’t have touched you.” He rephrased. “They shouldn’t have touched any of you.”

Her hand slipped off his arm, remembering her conversation with Jimmy earlier that day. She waved toward the foreman’s lodge in defeat. Kayce turned around and headed up the walkway with Stella behind him. It was like she was hiding herself from the imminent scolding. He knocked on Rip’s door.

It flung open, Rip with no hat and just a shirt. It was always so strange seeing him casual to Stella. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Bunch of the wranglers got worked over.”

“What do you mean “worked over”?”

“Had the hell beat out of them.” Kayce reached behind him to pull Stella forward as an example.

“No, stop!” She fought with his limbs.

“Look at me.” Rip’s voice caused all fight in her to cease. She moved around and held up her chin to light. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, but that didn’t help his blood pressure any. Rip grabbed his jacket and hat. “I’ll take care of this.” He closed the door. Kayce trailed behind him. “I said I’ll take care of this.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” Kayce strode past him back to the bunkhouse.

The trio went inside to round everyone up. They had to go back and make a scene. They wanted to make a point to anyone who was watching. Kayce came over to Stella. He bent slightly at the knees to be more eye level with her and began to look her over.

“How the hell did you get involved?” He questioned her.

Stella tapped his hands away from her. She didn’t want to be touched. “Kayce knock it off. I’m fine. They threw my brother over the bar. Of course I was gonna hop in.”

Ryan squinted his eyes at the physical contact between the two. There was a slow sinking feeling in his stomach. He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on there, but he was afraid he could feel what was coming.

Kayce put his hands down defeated. “If you’re gonna be reckless, can you at least do it when I’m around?”

“No.”

“You not wanting to be saved is really puttin’ a hurtin’ on my chivalry here.”

Stella facetiously put her hand on her forehead and leaned into his chest. “Oh my knight in shining armor. Whatever shall I do?”

Kayce caught her and breathed a laugh. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and ruffled her hair. “Alright you shithead. Let’s go.”

Stella could hear the music from inside the bar. She really didn’t want to be back here, but she understood the point Rip was trying to make. She swung open the door on the left and propped it open with a stool. Making her way over to the bar, she hopped up for the high ground. The people in the room looked at her with befuddled faces.

The bull they had brought with them strolled its way into the bar. All the patrons started to freak out and stumbled and tripped over each other. They tried to make it through the door all at once. She made hup hup noises as she paced back and forth along the bar. Her main goal was to keep the bull moving.

The sight of Kayce and Rip coming into the bar brought her joy. That meant the bull was going to be put up, and the point had been made. Stella carefully hopped off the bar and began to push the bull toward Ryan, Colby, and Jake. Her brother rounded up next to her and took over.

Stella came to stand in front of Kayce by the door, while Rip made his way to the barkeep.

The bartender exclaimed. “What the fuck, Rip?”

“Maybe next time someone puts their hands on someone from the Yellowstone, you'll think to give me a fucking call.” Rip smashed a few bottles with his bat. Stella jumped at the sound. “Or have your bouncers break it up.”

“Or both.” Stella added. She noticed a change in Kayce’s eyes as he caught a glimpse of the bruise on Stella’s chin. She’d only seen that look from herself before.

“Or maybe next time I'll burn it down.” Kayce stated. Stella’s jaw snapped open and her eyebrows raised. She looked Kayce up and down as he walked away. Her cheeks felt hot. There had been something solid and dark in his voice that made it very apparent it wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise.

After they got home, Stella sat outside at the picnic tables when they got back to the ranch. The bunkhouse was too loud. She nursed her headache, enjoying the silence. It had been far too chaotic of an evening. It would be a great story later on, but her head at the moment was saying otherwise. The gravel behind her crunched. Someone cleared their throat. Turning around she saw that it was Rip.

“Jesus Stella-belle. I thought we had a talk about gettin’ into trouble?”

Stella chuckled. “Listen, I like to think that the kind of “trouble” I find myself in, is way better than some of the other kinds I could pick. Plus, this time wasn’t my fault.”

Rip sat on the bench next to her sideways. “How’s your chin?”

“It’s alright. It’s takin’ my mind off my arm and side. That bull got me good.”

Rip leaned forward. “Let me see.” Stella let him lift the side of her shirt. She heard him whistle softly as he took a glance at her side. He poked a few places to gauge whether it was bruised or broken. “Can you breathe okay?” He pulled her shirt back down.

“Yeah. I'm sure I'm just bruised all to hell. Doesn’t feel like anything is broken. I’m surprised I didn’t get my teeth busted though.”

“Are you sure you’re good to drive home? You know you’ve always got a place here.”

“Yeah I should be fine. If not, I’ll steal a bunk.” Stella made eye contact with him. “I promise.”

Rip smiled softly at her as he stood. “Okay. I’m gonna hold you to that.” He started to head out, but stopped. “Oh Kayce’s lookin’ for you by the way.”

“Where’s he at?” Stella started to get up.

“He said you’d know where he went. Whatever that means.”

Stella frowned. ‘I’d know? What the hell?’ She wandered to the barn. The lights were on, but no one was inside that she could see. The first few steps she took into the barn were slow. She didn’t want to throw an unnecessary punch at someone.

Abigail’s stall window wasn’t closed. Stella realized this as her mare’s head poked out. “What is this still doin’ open?” She rubbed the horse’s soft cheek. It wasn’t like Jimmy to forget one stall. Tank’s window was still open too. Looking around, Stella noticed they were only two open. She frowned. Tank was gone. Grabbing a hold of Abigail’s face, she softly asked her to take her to them.

If Kayce and Tank were indeed at the river, it was going to take Stella longer to reach them than normal. She had to keep Abigail at a slow, floaty trot. Her ribs killed her. No they weren’t broken, she was sure, but they damn sure let her know they were unhappy at the abuse from poker.

By the time she reached the river, she scanned along the bank while she tried to catch her breath. There wasn’t any sign of Kayce that she could see. Stella laughed and patted Abigail’s shoulder. “You just wanted to come to the river, didn’t you?”

Stella dismounted as gently as she could. There were sounds of discomfort that escaped her as she swung her leg and dropped down. Making sure she had a hold of her reins she turned around to look for Kayce. Or Tank even.

“What else happened to you from the bar?”

Stella squealed in fright. The scream caught in her throat. She didn’t want to let the whole state of Montana know she was out here. “Good lord Kayce!” Her hand gripped Abigail’s mane. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“It wasn’t just your chin, was it?”

“Actually, it was.”

“Then what’s got you hissing like a rattlesnake every time you move? Why’d you come up here at a slow trot?”

“Before the bar we played cowboy poker.”

“You really can’t resist being reckless when I’m not around, can you?”

“Let me reiterate from earlier.” Stella took a dramatic pause and cleared her throat. “No. And anyway, Avery and I won 50/50. All your boys split when that bull came a-knockin’.” She grinned smugly.

“Where’d you get hit?”

“My side and my arm. Nothin’s broken Kayce. Just bruised. I’ll be just fine.” He moved to come closer to her. It made her very aware that he was in her bubble. “No you can’t see. You won’t be able to see in the dark anyhow.”

Sighing, he gazed down at her. Stella looked up shyly. His sigh sounded disappointed. If this man had any grey hairs, she was probably at the root for a good bit of them. Kayce was reckless, yes. There was a level headedness about his version though. He took calculated risks. Stella just jumped.

“Kace, I’ll be fine. Just need some Tylenol, a shower, and good sleep. Which I should be heading home to do just that.” She moved back toward her mare.

He reached out and grabbed her arm gently enough to not hurt her, but firm enough to stop her. “Oh, no no no you don’t.”

Stella groaned. “I’m tired. I wanna go home. I wanna sleep in my own bed, not a bunk.” Her shoulders dropped in defeat.

“Then I’m takin’ ya.” He left no room for argument. He placed himself next to the bay roan with his hands cupped to give Stella a step up.

She relaxed in her saddle with a sigh. “Then how am I gonna get back here tomorrow?”

“Did I say I was gonna leave once I got there?”

“I mean, yeah, just invite yourself to stay a while, why don’tcha.” Stella sarcastically replied while Kayce got up in his saddle.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

[lixenn]

🖤 BLACK HEART  ,  🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER  *&🤔 THINKING FACE , for dave!

Dave is getting all the love 💕✨Thanks for the ask Mimi!!

(Dave: See Chief, I'm the favourite! Everybody adoooores me~

Chief: And I should care about that why? Less whoring for attention and more getting back to work, menace. These budget reports won't write themselves.

Dave, pouting: Chief is such a meanie, a buzzkill, a real butthead.

Chief, staring blankly at the wall: I'm surrounded by children.

Dave, stomping his foot: A Butthead!!)

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Dave's past is shrouded in darkness and pain, so yes he has killed but only once and he certainly hurt his fair share of people. The streets aren't kind to you, especially when you are a colourful troublemaker who can't keep his nose out of other people's business.

He has broken a couple hearts because Dave likes sex, he sleeps around but he isn't really interested in a romantic relationship and sometimes he fails at communicating that which leaves behind tears and distress. As for trust: Yes, he breaks that too (Dave just likes wrecking shit apparently lol) in this case it's intentional, because Dave has a past as a conman and even now he tricks people into trusting him so he can get information which he will use for his own gain.

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Pranking

While this can't really be considered a hobby and more of a lifestyle Dave is a prankster at heart and spends most of his free time (and work time let's be real here) trolling people and is just a general pain in the behind. It started off as call for attention, turned into a coping mechanism and now it's just part of his personality lol.

Drawing

Dave likes to doodle. Be it on boring paperwork, his arms, the desk, nothing is save from Dave's pen. When he finds time he will even get out the watercolours and paint. He mostly does landscapes but sometimes he dips into portraits when someone captures his attention. He actually painted Vlasta several times when they were in full scary make up because he finds the general vibe of their look super cool. (He loves it especially when it's colourful).

People watching and gossip

Dave is a people person. He likes being surrounded by them, he likes figuring out how they tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry and what would make them break. So, he talks and observes and talks some more. Collecting, categorizing and even hoarding information is another one of Dave's coping mechanisms. But also: he just a damn noisy bastard 🤣

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

You could hold a gun to Dave's head and order him to hold still, he would still wiggle and squirm, because he's incapable of not moving. He talks with his hands, spins his pen, taps his foot. Also, he talks fast and informal, includes slang in his speech.

A smile is a permanent fixture on his face and laughing comes easy to him. He will smile and joke and hide but when he's reallly truly serious his mask drops and people see the cold calculation underneath.

OC details

[quietbluejay]

Horus Rising 3

loken tries to think about his own death HA HA HA HA HA wow that sounds so mean im just laughing because dramatic irony

mwah though abnett also hedged his bets

i wonder how much of loken's fate he planned if he was originally supposed to die on isstvan iii or not

okay like is anyone else reminded of easter or is it just me (the renewal of baptismal promises)

i dunno the anglican version but i'd bet it's pretty similar i get a lot of Catholic or almost-Catholic vibes from a lot of the writers of these books which I think might be Anglicanism with hilariously enough my nemesis being one of the more Catholic feeling cf. Perturabo in Angel Exterminatus

oh here we go "kill for the living, kill for the dead" i can't remember if that's the actual cry of the luna wolves, but it shows up a bunch as a call and response, i remember so now the swearing of the vows is complete, Torgaddon sets off a firework

and that's how you join the Mournival

Mersadie and the guards have been playing cards for a while was a basic game Mersadie introduced then they switched to cutthroat betting lol then the iterator came back and Mersadie made them play something nicer Memed the iterator pontificates about the nature of the game and its history

Mersadie: a winning hand, huh… heh pontificate iterate the chapter ends on that there wasn't much left lol

new chapter and back to Karkasy POV the famous architect Momus is unveiling his plans for rebuilding the city

however they decided to not give him a microphone lmao so Karkasy has no clue what's going on it's hot, dry, and extremely dusty

so what kind of aesthetic does Momus have i guess we won't find out because Karkasy can't actually get a good look Karkasy also judges Momus' public speaking and speechwriting abilities the verdict: he'd rather have an iterator, and he hates iterators

fun karkasy has had it he's out of course they've got soldiers watching them the soldier would very much like if Karkasy stayed there because it's not safe in the city, potentially karkasy is uncomfortable standing up to authority so he complies five minutes later as he feels his braincells continuing to die, an elderly lady faints and causes a commotion and he slips away lol time for karkasy to just randomly start wandering around yeah it's the part i thought it was the place looks pretty wartorn karkasy gets captivated by the graffiti

time to pull out his chapbook and write and we get a tangent about the kind of guy he is and honestly now i'm wondering about terran paper production given the whole you know situation with the climate i wonder if they primarily use rag paper

incidentally he also uses a fountain pen

also i'm going to give abnett credit for not actually trying to write poetry for an award-winning poet man knows his limits better than a lot of other writers

suddenly Karkasy gets afraid and feels like he's being watched through blinds he tries to retrace his steps

karkasy tries to order food also this actually deals with something i've been noting the lack of linguistic differences but somehow there's only small differences between whatever language karkasy speaks and what they speak here but it's warhammer i should be grateful i got something

there is no food for him lol though he can't figure out if there's no food at all or what he gets a drink it tastes like liquorice bro is getting drunk on distilled spirits while he's dehydrated oops and also surrounded by the conquered people when he's a member of the occupying force

okay so i guess confirmation that he's an alcoholic

he finally remembers he's supposed to pay the bartender who has said nary a word to him the whole time, btw

she throws a five aquila piece back at him and he starts laughing karkasy sits down for a sec, the whole place is still silent, and then he gets some poetry inspiration and stumbles out but not before thinking:

he goes off to some wrecked buildings to write, but gets attacked by ants lol and decides to move somewhere else

he finds a building miraculously untouched and goes into it the description is a lot like a church, including the bible lol, and Karkasy realizes that he's in gasp a temple Karkasy thinks about religion and we get the first mention of the Imperial Creed

he leaves the building - which has been called a fane the entire time in his narration, interesting choice

he runs across a group of imperial soldiers erasing anti-imperium graffiti from the buildings with a flamer karkasy: don't do that he stumbles along

this is not a subtle book as we've said lol i mean that's not a bad thing sometimes you need to pull out the sledgehammer

oh geez he makes his way back to the bar and it's completely empty his money is still on the counter, so seeing that he feels entitled to take another bottle

time for karkasy to get a bit too honest

and then the soldiers beat him up in a rage

and that was Karkasy's Big Boy Adventure!

space marine time again

baptismal, heh they're going through the hall of remembrance with all the dead luna wolf names sorry, "avenue of glory and lament" we're getting a lot of architecture descriptions this chapter

BYZANTINE JANISSARIES HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS

the mournival are heading…somewhere and it's clearly important

bluejay, no, that's a stupid thing to embroider okay i guess we're back to simping for spaceship bridges i'm going to allow it in abnett's case though and this isn't favouritism honest i just think this comes across a lot more naturally and it's really the reader's first intro to these ships i mean i guess you could start the horus heresy with slaves to darkness but why would you

honestly it sounds like it's got a nice aesthetic

torgaddon is constitutionally incapable of not making a snarky remark

the mechanicum rep freaks loken out and apparently this is the first time he's seen one annnnd

heeere's Horus!

but we're not done going on about how cool and hot horus is yet, oh no

presented with no commentary

okay so Horus has had like 3 pages and already he's proven himself more competent than most of the primarchs we run across in this series he does have more than just plain primarch charisma, he actively knows how to play to a crowd

help why is this so funny the man is Momus, architect dude not to be confused with transformers character momus

it's time to praise momus

rip Momus Horus gets everyone to applaud him and Momus is wheeled away from the strategium by an aide okay reports for the people who care about this stuff, they found three STCs on this planet okay the military governor gives his report, it's long and boring BUT we establish that there's still a lot of ongoing resistance

so the whole thing about the mournival advising Horus is, well a lot of it is theatre Loken steps up to give an answer a guerrilla war would be drawn out and costly, send out the legion again everyone agrees this is the best solution, to just send tenth company (Loken's company)

the appearance of Best Mal will have to be next time!

[ggfanlover]

All about me (updated)

🌸- Name: Giana

🌸- G or Gigi

🌸- age: 15

🌸- sexuality: Idk, i don’t really focus on it that much

🌸- religion: Christian

🌸- race: African American

🌸 - favorite movies: Sonic 1,the Lego movie: the second part,Alladin 2019,Dune 2 and Wreck it Ralph

🌸- favorite shows: catfish,survivor,fear factor,90 day fiance etc (I love watching drama lol) but i also like stranger things,fear street,future man 2017,Jessie,liv and Maddie,Ginny and Georgia

🌸- favorite foods,pizza mostly pain cheese or pepperoni,pen seared shrimp and mozzarella sticks 3>

🌸- celebrity crushes: josh hutcherson and Timothee Chalamet

🌸 - favorite lolcow: Nova Online

🌸- shifter,subliminal user and into manifestation

🌸- Disney crushes: Luke Ross and Henry danger (still have a crush honestly)

🌸- been playing the flute for 2 almost 3 years (I think that’s cool lol)

🌸- discovered shifting last year and initially lost interest in it it was a streamer dr but then I saw Wonka, and it motivated me to start shifting again because I developed a new crush on Timmy. I'm relieved that I wasn't involved in shifttok in 2020 because I heard it was terrible.

🌸 - I love going to basketball games, even though I don’t watch it. My favorite team is the Lakers and LeBron James. Wanna sprite cranberry?

🌸- forever a Lee defender 3>

🌸- proud Kamala Harris supporter

🌸- I had a big brony phase when I was 6, and honestly, it’s coming back. I also watched YouTubers like Soda Pets, Vannamelon, CookieSwirlC, Midnight Rarity, MLPcandy, MLP Fever, and MLPstopmotion (my childhood, for real).

🌸- zodiac: Virgo

🌸- Timothee chalamet and shifting enthusiast

🌸- good traits of mine: loyal,honest,loyal,patient,adventurous,empathetic and trustworthy

🌸- Some bad traits of mine: I'm a picky eater, I can be a bit slow,kinda awkward,and I'm a dry texter. However, once I get to know you and feel more comfortable, I open up quickly. I occasionally have trouble sleeping, and I typically get tired around 5 am.

🌸- favorite book or series: how to kill a mockingbird and any dork diaries series

🌸- hobbies: watching edits,making edits,eating,sleeping,giggling and kicking my feet at Timothee chalamet edits,watching video essays on YouTube lolcows,scrolling on Pinterest,updating my shifting script every hour

🌸- favorite celebrities: Timothee Chalamet,Zendaya,Austin butter,Florence Pugh,NLE Choppa,Melanie Martinez,Jenna Ortega and Millie Bobby brown

🌸 favorite song: unforgettable by French Montana

🌸 - favorite quote: “I’m always two steps ahead” - Nikocado Avocado 2024

🌸 favorite song rn: or what by NLE Choppa

🌸- YouTubers I watch: Coryxkenshin,gloom,kubz scouts,rebel d,turkey Tom,tara yummy,Layze,Jake webber,Katrina Stuart,trianna,Omma,sensitive society,Tuv,Benji Krol,Danny Gonzalez,Hailey Elizabeth,Kurtis Conner,jalessa and Jayden,Jules and saud,imbrandonfarris,brightclips,Lucas,deb smikle,Repzilla,Birlap,horror shorts party,Benoftheweek,bookofken,Kalogeras Sisters,Maya winky ASMR,Blaire white,Skeeter jean,Duckus,TurnerNextDoor,hyler,Badbishlilly,pixeldrink and Ellysa yagho

✨LIKES: Timothee chalamet,edits,rainy days,walks,music,shifting,friendly people,Pinterest,sanrio,strawberries,alone time,anything vanilla or strawberry scented,true crime,watching scary stories animated ever night,crystals,festivals/Raves (plan on going to one when I’m older),Lee and Wonka 3>,y2k aesthetic,tara yummy,asmr,movies,baking,shiftblr,Musicals,live action movies,Nik and orlin fights

🌷DISLIKES: Mondays,school,frogs,fish with big eyes (they are so scary),proshippers,zoos, hazbin hotel fans,dark humor,people who take DNF seriously,Ug sub makers,onision,KSI,toxic/homophobic Christians,disrespecting other religions,toxic feminism,slow walkers,loli,cheaters,those alpha male podcasts,adin Ross,Sneako,Andrew grape,trump,Biden,snoring,the cold,people only liking timothee because of his looks or hating on his relationship with Kylie (they are so cute argue with the wall) people who judge others Drs and people who ACTUALLY think they are dating a certain celebrity and believe they can control their lives.

My manzzzz 🌷

[officialdaydreamer00]

Sneak peak to: Dream Diary of Irene Lovejoy

characters: irene lovejoy (aka the prefect), grim, the first years

cw: uses of blue to replace blood

They didn't know what they were expecting when they went to Ramshackle dorm that day. The Prefect and Grim weren't present in classes as usual, so they were rather worried. Well, Deuce and Jack were, the others were more confused than that.

Deuce knocked on the door. "Prefect? Are you there, Prefect?" He called. "Grim?" But nobody replied.

"Maybe they're still asleep?" Epel suggested, but Ace furrowed his eyebrows in doubt. "Prefect doesn't really sleep that much. Usually, she should've been awake and walking by now."

Now they were getting more and more worried.

Deuce tried to open the door. However, it did not budge at all. Not even a single creak indicating its moves. It as as if they were in front of a solid brick wall. "It's... locked?"

"I say we force the door open, either by force or by magic." Sebek, who had been (surprisingly) quiet the entire time, proposed a plan with a serious solemn look on his face. They nodded and held up their pens, pointing at the dorm's door.

It took them a few tries before the door was blasted off of its hinges. The five stepped inside the dorm. Immediately, a cold atmosphere engulfed them whole, sending shivers down their spines. The hall was void of human presence, completely. There was no signs of the three ghosts who resided in this dorm either. It was like a no one had been here in decades, and that whole idea had never felt more wrong than in that moment.

The moment they made it to the lounge, they felt their heart dropped simutaneously. "Great Seven, what the hell happened here?" The entire place was wrecked from top to bottom. Nothing was whole and blue splattered everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, on the broken furniture, on the Prefect-

"Wait, Prefect!?" There she was, sprawling face down by the broken couch. Grim was also found unconcious near her. Deuce held the Prefect in his arms as Jack picked Grim up. Both of them were stained with the same metallic blue that covered the room, and on the Prefect's wrist appeared a strange symbol.

"What's that?" Ace picked up her arm and stared at the symbol in confusion. And he touched it.

The next thing they all knew, was a drowsy state, and five loud thuds as they dropped to the floor around the Prefect, falling into a deep sleep.

i have decided to fuck sleep yet again for this lol

tags🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @leonistic @identity-theft-101 @moonlit-midnight @savanaclaw1996 @twistwonderlanddevotee @minimallyminnie @ang33333333l @cookiesandbiscuits

[almightyhamslice]

Versus Chef Kawasaki! This man found a weird star somewhere in Dreamland and his first idea was to cook it and see what it tasted like. I think he is going to get himself killed if this is just a normal thing for him. Then again, maybe he has an incredibly high poison tolerance that we just dont know about??? Anyways I posted the first image on discord and someone said he looked like Jesus LOL. Like smh not every guy with long brownish hair and a beard is trying to be Jesus!! He just has those cuz I think they suit him! And his hair isn't always the same color. Just generally it's a sorta rusty orange color (like the outside of a ham....) to match his in game sprites. Again I find that I go about coloring these the way Araki might. Nothing's all that consistent but it's fun that way!

I've actually drawn Kawasaki using a similar design to this one before! The only real difference is that he doesn't have crow's feet here, since he's somewhat younger. I'll add them later in the timeline! During Super Star/Ultra I think? He's just a normal human guy who has a passion for cooking, no special abilities or anything. He's just very smart when it comes to food! (though idk maybe not SUPER smart since. he did just pick up a weird star and try to eat it LOL. He is open to experimentation even if it will kill him???) I also think it was interesting how he's cooking but he's outside? I suppose he was camping then since Kirby was! Maybe THATS why I think KSS is set in summer...

Also does this new pen suck or what??? I do NOT like using it its so flimsy. I hope it runs out so I can use something else LOL.

Anyhow, bad news & vent under the cut:

I'm gonna be brief abt this since I dont want to go into detail but essentially I was in a bad accident yesterday n I'm really traumatized about it! No one was hurt but it was just really scary and I'm all sore and have bruises from it now. So I'm doing that thing that fanfic authors sometimes do where I'm posting even though real life is very dire and scary. My car got wrecked though, so I could probably use more commissions right about now... though I don't know if I'll be able to work on them because I'm sore! Maybe I should start commissions in a week or perhaps several. Point is I don't feel good at all but I'm still drawing Kirby because it makes me feel somewhat better.

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14:

"Okay, now we just sprinkle on a little powdered sugar, and..." Yuu watched in fascination as Trey expertly sifted powdered sugar onto the tart.

The entire room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, when Trey stood back.

"Finished!" Ace and Grim remarked excitedly. Yuu smiled, pleased with the image.

"Fin...ished..." Deuce said halfheartedly.

"Hey." Ace nudged Yuu slightly, leaning in to whisper. "Did something happen to him while you were shopping?"

"Yeah. He's still in shock." She laughed awkwardly. "I think I broke him."

"For sixteen years, I was so sure..." Deuce lamented, returning to muttering.

Ace watched with a raised eyebrow. "... Yeah, whatever." He said dismissively. "I'm pretty beat. Making tarts sure takes it outta you."

Yuu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is the big tough fella tired?" She teased. "Guess you should be lucky we agreed to help~" She grinned, noticing Ace's embarrassed blush.

"Yeah, fine. Thanks for the help." He huffed, looking away.

Yuu chuckled kindly. "You're welcome!" She said, returning her gaze to the table she was wiping down.

"Hey fam!" A voice resounded in the kitchen, making Yuu jump slightly as she looked up to see a familiar ginger.

"Holy shit, this ain't moving!" She grumbled to herself. "Oh yeah! 'Sup Cater!" She called back, attempting to scrub off a bit of solidified paste from the wood.

"LOL, You look wrecked." Cater remarked. "Are the tarts done? Ooh, those look sooo cute! Lemme snap a quick pic for Magicam!" Cater smiled, scampering over to where Trey was, holding a very pretty-looking tart.

"What, NOW you decide to show up?" Ace retorted, annoyed and cranky.

"I just came to see how hard my little newbs were working." Cater said, leaning against the desk nonchalantly.

"It's tough work if you're not used to it. But there's no better cure for the ails of fatigue than something sweet from the oven!" Trey announced, placing a warm tart in front of the group. "Help yourself to some of this tart."

The group celebrated at the thought of getting to try their work.

"Pretty funny how you managed to show right when it was ready to eat, Cater." Ace remarked, scowling slightly when Cater laughed.

"Someone's gotta be the official taster!" The older ginger smiled.

"That smells so good..." Grim purred, sniffing the air as his mouth began to water. "Glossy chestnuts on top, fluffy cream below... I can't wait another second, I'm going in!"

Grim seemed to jump into his tart, completely disregarding the fork and simply taking a large bite. Yuu felt her stomach growl at how hungry she was, making her pick the fork up and take a small piece.

"Yuuum! Liked and subscriiibed!" She heard Cater beside her as she put the fork in her mouth.

"This is like something from a fancy bakery." Deuce praised.

"Rich in flavor, yet not too sweet... It's like chestnuts are dancing across my tongue!" Grim laughed.

"Is that... a good thing?" Trey questioned, seeming to look at Yuu, who had remained silent as she took her first bite.

Yuu had been hit with a sweet flavor, but it didn't have a heavy texture that would overwhelm her. She smiled. "Wow. It's good!"

Trey chuckled at her childish delight. "I'm glad you like it!"

"Oh, Trey! You gotta do the thing." Cater smiled.

"The thing? Oh..." Trey asked before his features lit up at the realization. "That."

"Uh, wanna fill me in here?" Ace suggested, completely lost.

Yuu watched as Trey pulled out his magic pen, confused. "What's that for?" She asked him. The taller boy simply smiled at her.

"You'll see. Now, what's everyone's favorite food?" He gestured toward the first year ginger.

"Me?" Ace questioned, pointing at himself. Trey nodded. "Probably cherry pie. Or hamburgers." Ace said.

"Canned tuna's at the top of my list. Then maybe cheese omelets, roast meat, pudding..." Grim began to list, wracking his brain in a pathetic attempt to decide.

"Dude, just pick one." Deuce muttered before answering. "If I had to pick, I guess I'd say... omelet rice?"

"I like a nice lamb chop with diablo sauce." Cater announced with a smile, turning to Yuu excitedly.

"I'd say..." Yuu thought for a while, eyebrows furrowed while she narrowed down her list. She felt the slight pull of her craving something that she'd been longing for for years. "Maybe my grandmother's tamales. Specifically the ones she called chope." She said, recalling her family's rare visits to Mexico in her youth, and the mouthwatering scent that wafted out of the pot as the tamales cooked. She felt her stomach growl at the thought, making her blush.

Yuu looked over to Trey, who had an amused smirk on his face. He lifted his pen. "All right, you've got it... Let's 'Paint the Roses'!" He called.

Yuu watched the room bathe in rose red light for a brief moment before disappearing. She watched, eyes wide and curious.

"Huh? What does that mean?" Deuce questioned.

"Take another bite of your tart and see." Trey remarked with a cheeky smile, pushing his glasses up.

Ace tentatively took one more bite before his eyes widened. "Huh? How- Now it tastes like cherry pie!" He looked at the tart, as if conforming that he was still eating a chestnut tart.

Grim picked his slice up, taking another bite. "It's just like canned tuna!" He yelped, taking another bite. " Now it tastes like a cheese omelet! And grilled meat!" He swallowed, excited with each bite. "And pudding!"

Yuu took her fork, lifting it up to her nose, smelling it. Its scent seemed to not have changed. He put the forkfull into her mouth.

She froze, recognizing the familiar saltiness of the masa, and the spice of the pork. Her eyes filled with tears, threatening to cascade down her face. She wiped them away.

"Wow." She said, untrusting of her ability to speak without crying. She took another bite, melting at the flavor.

"Neat trick, eh?" Cater shot her a smile. "That's gotta be a hit when Trey's having tea with the ladies."

"It's very impressive." Deuce smiled, eyes bright. "Is changing flavors your signature spell, Trey?"

"Technically, it's 'overwriting characteristics.' I can change taste, color, smell, whatever." Trey informed, eating a bit from his own tart. "It only lasts for a little while, though. But it is kinda like covering up the real thing hence, 'painting.'" He explained, handing Yuu a napkin which she accepted gratefully, wiping away any stray tears.

"If I had magic like that, I could be eatin' canned tuna every meal of every day! That's way better than Riddle's stupid collar magic!" Grim remarked with a gulp.

"Oh, that's in a whole other league. His signature spell is a weapon. Mine's just childish prestidigitation." Trey said, hiding his face a bit. "Speaking of Riddle - it's too late to give him these now. Let's call it a day and do it tomorrow." He suggested, quickly changing the topic with ease. "Don't forget that tomorrow's the unbirthday party. You don't want to be late."

"Yuu, can I crash with you again? It doesn't sound like I'll be allowed back in my own dorm tonight." Ace asked the young woman, who simply nodded, pushing back the empty feeling in her heart.

"Yeah. But you still have to clean if you want to stay in a room." She informed, placing her fork down on the now empty plate, before Grabbing Grim's. She smiled as Ace gave a loud groan.

"Again, seriously?" Cater asked incredulously.

"It isn't right to keep mooching off of Yuu, Ace." Deuce said, a strange look on his face.

"Yeah, it ain't! If you wanna stay tonight, you gotta pay for the privilege! Ten cans of tuna!" Grim demanded, standing upright to glare at Ace.

"Aww, What?! Guess I'm sleeping outside, then." Ace sulked, throwing his best puppy-dog eyes at Yuu. She rolled her eyes.

"Nice try, Trappola. But I have the high ground." She teased.

"Why don't you go and stay at Yuu's dorm too, Deuce, so you can keep an eye on him?" Trey suggested, making Deuce seem to perk up. "As vice housewarden, I can issue you a sleepover pass."

"That's our Trey, always spoiling the newbs. What fun for you." Cater chuckled before looking at her. "Ooh, maybe I'll come too! What do you say, Yuu?" He wrapped his arm over her.

"No pass for you." Trey said, shooting down Cater's idea.

Cater sighed, sulking. "Aww. Sad trumpet... Womp womp wooomp."

Trey shook his head, turning to Yuu apologetically. "Sorry to dump them all on you, Yuu. At least it's just for tonight."

She sighed, looking at the boys. "Nah, it's fine. I could use a bit of help cleaning my rustic, 'dump of a dorm' anyway."

Trey's eyes widened and he blushed in embarrassment, realizing that she'd just quoted him. "Ah- I..." Trey began, making Yuu laugh.

"Relax, I'm just teasing." She assured, turning to leave with Grim hopping into her arms. " I'll see you guys tomorrow, if I can successfully wake Ace, Deuce, and Grim."

.

.

.

Once Yuu opened the door to Ramshackle, she watched Ace throw his bag to the couch. "Tomorrow's the unbirthday party. Finally, I'm gonna get rid of this stupid collar! Just you wait, Riddle!" Ace announced, stretching as he jumped onto the couch, sending a literal cloud of deep seeded dust out into the air.

After a couple of minutes of hacking their lungs out and having no choice but to open all of the windows, Yuu turned to Ace with a glare.

"Really?! Was your goal to kill us all by suffocation?!" She cried.

"Forgot how dusty it was..." Ace said awkwardly, shaking the dust off of a new blanket. With about a half-hour of Yuu's scolding, she managed to get Ace to clean a room while Deuce had agreed to clean his own.

Once the cleaning was done, the group sat around a table, reading cards. Yuu read over her cards awkwardly, barely understanding the game, which had been old maid.

"Hahaha! How're you THIS bad at playing old maid?" Ace snickered as Yuu helplessly looked over her cards.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I've never played!" She huffed, before setting down her cards, noticing Grim's ears flatten and droop when he looked at his cards.

"Darn! I got the old maid again!" He cried, throwing his cards down.

Yuu groaned, as she picked up the cups, walking to the kitchen and placing the cups in the sink. Those are future Yuu's problem. She thought to herself, making her way to the lounge again.

"Bed time, boys!" She announced, making them groan.

"Aww, c'mon! One more game?" Ace suggested, anxiously tugging at his collar. Yuu rolled her eyes, empathy pooling into her heart, swaying her judgment. She sighed.

"...Fine. But we're playing one of my games this time." 

Chapter 15

[sexyfoxlady]

Notice 💋

KEI TSUKISHIMA X READER

🛑warnings🛑 swearing,pda, reader wears glasses/make-up (lmk if I missed anything 💕)

' = thinking

" = talking

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'WHAT THE HELL...do I have something on MY FACE!' turning away from Kei Tsukishima long time crush and even longer friend, not just friend but best friend, to subtly wipe whatever is on your face but not being so subtle, catching Tsuki smirk at your poor attempt, your face become a lot more red and it's not because of the small amount of blush used this morning to hopefully catch HIS attention but the only attention he's giving is to whatever is on your face. Feeling too embarrassed to ask 'what', you decide to focus on the teacher up front and on your notebook in front instead, scattered with "important" note and scattered with even more little doodles. Hearing Tuski chuckle quietly and seeing his finger come in to view to push your glasses up from the bottom slope of your nose to the top, making you look at him was starling to say the lease "As cute as it was to see you try to wipe something that isn't on your face off it's even cuter knowing that you put blush on this morning...for hopefully me" he's says honestly and with a hint of nervousness at the end for only you to hear, your head spins so fast you think your vision blurs for a second "I did" you responded with no hesitation, Tsuki's ears turning a slight pink with your confession you not feeling any embarrassment with your confession you were just happy he noticed. Resulting in Tsuki to chuckle at you once again but this time more smugly "O well isn't that interesting, you sure you wanted to say that" "Me, are you sure you wanted me to hear that" Both choosing to avoid eye contact now. To avoid further awkwardness you catch Tsuki by surprise when you grabbed his volleyball teared hand to write "Y.E.S" using your red pen on his open palm, on the bottom of the letters you draw a tiny heart, Tsuki smiles softly while staring at your small hand cradling his and observing (loving) your little doodle. "So you want to have lunch with me" knowing what he's asking but feeling the need to tease a little bit and wanting to hear him actually ask you "Don't we usually have lunch together" you ask innocently but Tsuki knows you know (benefits to being bff/crush) and decides to swallow his pride if it means he gets to have lunch with you "Do. You. Want. To. Have. Lunch. With. To. Me....as in a date" very sharp into the end where he asks embarrassingly quiet "What?" "Don't." Tsuki is obviously a nervous wreck and he's tired of your antics. "Ok ok I'm sorry I would love to have lunch with you" you smile softly at him while looking in his eyes seeing them shine with a very small glint of happiness but considered very big for Tsuki, you look around real quick to make sure everyone is paying attention to the teacher or keeping to themselves before turning to Tsuki and pressing a soft (quick) kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for noticing Kei" trying to keep his cool, not expecting you to display affection out in the open especially during class "You're welcome and for the record you don't have to do anything more then just being yourself for me to notice you" not expecting such a cool and calm (and quite frankly sweet) response from him. The roles gets reverse and your the blushing mess now. 'WHAT THE HELL where did he learn that, Yams?!' you think to yourself, you decide to ask Tsuki about it later over your guys DATE

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