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part three of loverboy!oscar is here! get ready for chaos! also!! i deeply apologize for how long it took to get this posted :'(
if you missed part two you can find it here! if you read and enjoy please let me know what you think! your comments keep my days oh so bright! hope you all are well!
xo, clo
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pias_lover_girl commented "what other things oscarpiastri my STOMACH HURTS."
mclaren commented "bring us home a souviner 🥹 we accept refridgerator magnets, snowglobes, and t-shirts."
↳ landonorris replied "i only accept signed CDs 🙂"
↳ pitstop_piastri replied "oh this was CRAZY LANDO SJFHSKDF"
ynsgirly commented "oscarpiastri what are your intentions with my daughter 🤨"
oscarsfearless89 commented "he is just a little boy in a big ole city i-"
tracksidebabe commented "the little smile after he said "other things planned" 🥺 hope he has the best time."
mclarendad72 commented "love this for him honestly, nothing like your first trip to new york city."
f1fanfiles commented "he looks like he’s actually excited for once lol bless"
futureyn_piastri commented "ik he won't be listening to that Shawn Mendes podcast..."
↳ ynforpresident replied "babygirl NO ONE is gonna listen to that."
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yn_nation our girl was spotted out and about today! mayas_yn snapped these pics of our cutie gal outside of Bubby's Bakery on Hudson :') maya said yn was picking up some baked goods: a cake for an upcoming birthday and some cupcakes for her nieces who will be visiting her in the next few days :)
thank you for sharing, maya! 💌
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bubbysbarista i served her this morning and she gave me and my coworkers $300 tips 😭😭
↳ sundaywithyn NOT HER OUT HERE CHANGING LIVES BEFORE NOON
↳ ynlover95 she's so sweet :( she's soft spoken :( her pockets deep as hell :( yn save me :(
↳ sc4rlett_44 ugh ☹️ it’s little moments like this that remind me why i’ve been a fan for so long.
piastrigirlies not to be That Person but… any chance she was with someone mayas_yn 👁️👁️
↳ mayas_yn she was alone :)
afterglowing81 honestly just happy to see her out and about, smiling and living her life — not hiding out or spiraling over shawn or any of that mess. growth looks really good on her 🤍
herefordrama i personally think she's just trying to save face and show up randomly doing good deed so we won't watch the Shawn podcast episode lol
↳ f1xynlore girl she bought baked goods for her nieces… not exactly a strategic media move 😭
↳ starryeyesandbutterflies did you activley seek out a yn fan account to leave a hate comment? YOU HAVE SO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS I- FSHDFJKSDHF
↳ girlshush every time she breathes y’all get suspicious. therapy is calling. pick up.
↳ ynsdefense “doing good deeds” is wild behavior to accuse someone of. sorry she’s a decent human i guess?
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love4yn replied "your nieces are about to get the most emotionally regulated love known to man."
landoe04 replied “can’t wait to see uncle oscar in the next story 😇”
angelicyn replied "i volunteer to be one of your nieces thx"
shawnmendes replied "this made me smile."
papayapressure replied “we get it. you’re soft. you’re sweet. you’re just like us 🙄”
newintown replied "do the nieces know their aunt could sell out Madison Square Garden but is taking them hiking instead??"
shedoesntgohere replied “this gives ‘please think i’m a good person’ energy.”
yourbrother replied "still laughing at Cleo telling me that i don't get the vibe."
ynsgirl222 replied “just curious… are the kids the only ones you’re babysitting this week 👀”
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edie_pia kicked off my second decade with cake, watching noodle fall in love with my big brother, expensive dinners (thank u mclaren for writing his checks), and the best vibes. feeling loved, slightly over-caffeinated, and ready to take on my twenties 🧁
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liv.rothman “thank u mclaren for writing his checks” IM CRYINGGGG
hattie_piastri love you so big, baby sister.
kayla.beech ugh i forgot to text you this morning but HAPPY BIRTHDAY you angel 😭🎉
f1butunwell happy birthday, Edie! We love your brother!
mclarenmeg wait this is oscar’s sister?? omg slay happy bday queen
↳ edie_pia no idk who that is sorry
↳ oscarpiastri same
mum.piastri My darling girl, I can hardly believe you're 20! It feels like just yesterday I was holding you in my arms, and yet my gray hairs might tell a different story... (They’re really piling up now!). Love you oodles and oodles. 💖
mclaren happy birthday, edie! 🎈
oscarpiastri happy birthday, ed. thanks for showing me how to jaywalk.
↳ edie_pia you still don't do it properly...? you apologize every single time 😒
↳ mum.pastri ... What? 🥲
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oscarandthegirlies replied "he is NOT back emotionally 💀 look at that GROUCHY FACE yn come get your man."
sector2slump replied "bro said good to be home like he’s trying to convince himself 😭"
ynpapayapress replied "i KNOW a man in emotional limbo when i see one"
markonmediums replied "my daughter said he’s giving abandoned golden retriever energy and i don't know what that means but i hope he chins up. good kid."
piastrisf1wife replied "he looks like someone just told him it’s media day for the third time in one week."
racedaybabe replied "jet lag hitting different huh"
lockuplads replied "he's so polite but you can tell he'd rather be anywhere else"
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yourusername hello lovers! i was on double-duty this week - auntie yn x tour guide and i adored every minute of it. this was the first time my girls have visited me in the city and suffice to say, they loved it :') we chased down ice cream trucks, rode the carousel until our eyes were cross, bought way too many flowers (kidding, of course, you can never have too many), we made some new friends, ate pizza slices bigger than our heads, and had very serious discussions about what bubble wand color is superior (pink, of course).
these are the kinds of days i want to keep close. bare-faced and barefoot in central park. loud giggles and sticky fingers on sunlit sidewalks. big big smiles on two little faces :) the city feels like magic, again. thankful to these cuties for reminding me of that ♡
p.s. pls refer to the duck chart 🦆
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mclaren we'd like to formally offer you a position on our media team, the vibes are immaculate.
↳ yourusername only if my nieces can come too. they’re very invested in tire strategy now.
↳ yourbrother they are five and three - what about ME?! HELLO? LIFELONG F1 FAN?
↳ yourusername 🤔 mclaren... did you guys hear anything?
↳ mclaren 🙉
↳ ynbaby IM SCREAMING mclaren GIVE HIM A JOB. HE IS THE REASON WE ARE HERE.
futureyn_piastri no oscar pics? i know Lando is going to be disappointed :(
↳ landonorris real
piastri_panic ... duck chart?
↳ imwithnorris no i was about to say what the FUCK IS SHE TALKING ABOUT 😭
dramaqueen01 girl wrap it UP with this soft girl narrative we are tired
↳ oscpresso says the one who came on yn's page to start shit? okay lol
dualipa the hold you have on me is not normal
↳ yourusername text meeeee
orangehearted not to be fucking insane but that is the HAND of a MAN in slide two...
↳ pitstoppiastri 👀
↳ f1butunwell you guys are so fucking weird i hate it here
maggierogers so glad joy found you again 💕
ynupdates this whole post is giving indie movie directed by greta gerwig
piastrisbaby ngl kinda wish oscar was in this dump too 😭
↳ not_lando lets be real, he probably took half these pics
ynsunrise how do i audition to be your niece. i’m 27 and emotionally unavailable but i can love to bake, know every single one of your songs, and like f1
↳ yourusername i'll have my people contact yours
oscarpiastri 🦆
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Freaked Out
Lando Norris x fem!reader
Summary: Lando makes his relationship official via Live stream
Warnings: mentions of an engagement, use of Y/n
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The lights were low. There was no sound but the breathing in sync of two people deep into thoughts. Two hours went by of lying in the same bed with no eyes closed.
“Are you sure you want to stay with me?” Lando asked, his hand gliding through the hair of the person beside him. She hummed, snuggling deeper into his chest. Inhaling his scent like it would be the last time. “I mean, are you really sure? You can’t walk with me around all holding hands and you have to put up with all those stupid rumors about a life you know ain’t true.”
“Lando,” she mused, propping her head on her hands and looking up at him. “I’ve put up with all this for god knows how long. This doesn’t change anything.” His eyes lingered on her hand a little longer, smiling at the shimmering light reflecting on the diamond.
“Two and a half years,” he said, reminding her on how long they’ve been together. Still surprised at how long they got to keep their relationship in private, away from the media and all of those people around them.
It might seem rather fast, but nothing ever felt as right as asking her to marry him. Nothing ever made him feel so sure of himself as when she said yes. The reminder that he had someone who loved him. The knowing that someone was willing to put up with him forever. It made him feel safe.
“Are you sure you wanna keep it a secret? Keep us a secret?” Lando asked, playing with the ring on her finger.
“I’ll be yours in silence for however long you want me to,” she said, laying her head back down, soothing his chest with kisses.
Lando didn’t answer, he couldn’t. There was never a moment when he didn’t want to just post a pic of the two kissing or making put or whatever it is that will make everyone know that he was a happy man with her. But he knew it wouldn’t work that way. There will always be some crazy fans, offended at the though of him having a future with anyone but them. He felt guilty for not showing her off like he’d want to. It weighed him down day by day, though he knew it was worth it. When he came home from a race weekend and wanted nothing but held, he knew her arms would already be open as he walked through the door. She was everything he wanted. She was more than he deserved.
Being a man, chronically online, Lando knew about almost every trend going around the world. No exception for the one McLaren just posted with Oscar as their star in the spotlight.
“Hey guys,” Lando spoke into the phone as he walked into the living room of his home in Monaco. His girlfriend didn’t look up, already used to him walking around the apartment when he talked on the phone with someone. “Can you watch my girlfriend while I set my sim up?”
Lando placed the phone on the coffee table, camera facing his girlfriend who worked on something on her laptop. At the familiar sentence structure, she looked up, her head following the boy, who walked into his game room.
“What the-” she started saying, before being cut off by Lando putting his head out of the room.
“You can’t swear, I’m still a PR-nightmare, you can’t be one as well,” he yelled out to her, before disappearing again.
“Hello?” The girl said, looking at the screen in front of her. At first she thought it was a normal video, though soon enough she saw the endless comments of unknown people flood the screen. Her eyes widen at the sudden realization of what just happened. “You’re live? Are you kidding me?” She yelled at the boy, who burst out laughing in the other room. He came rushing out, snatching his phone back and reading through the comments of very surprised fans, to say the least.
“Sorry, guys. Sorry,” Lando spoke to the people, still giggling at his little prank and his girlfriends grimace. “Not my girlfriend.”
That made her look at him, a mischievous look in his eyes as he smirked, looking at her and not the screen which was filled with freaked out people. Some saying, “Good lord, thank god. I just had a heart attack, thinking he really cheated on me.” And some saying, “That’s sad, she’s really pretty.”
“My fiancee,” he corrected himself, smiling at her. The girl in front of him, couldn’t help her own smile forming on her lips. Then he ended the live, leaving the people shocked and the world stuck in questions.
“What have you done, Norris?” Y/n asked, pulling her fiance down on the sofa with her.
“I’m not hiding you anymore,” he simply said, snuggling in the nape of her neck and peppering it with small, soft kisses.
#lando norris#lando norizz#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#formula 1#formula one#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1#formula 1 x reader
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WAiTiN’ ON CALLS — S. JAEYUN 𓂃 ⭑



( 엔하이픈 제이크 ) : jake misses you — too much for his own liking. he tries to move on, and by doing so, he gives you one last call. usually it would go directly to voicemail, but instead, he was greeted with you on the other line.
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Jake knew he was beyond exhausted—so tired that all he could manage after work was to head straight for his bed, not even bothering to take off his suit.
But despite the dim lighting and the comfort of sinking into his mattress, sleep refused to come. He tossed and turned, tried counting sheep, but nothing worked. Frustrated, he sat up, turning on the radio to a soft, quiet tune as he stared at his phone.
He already knew what was on his mind.
His gaze settled on his contact list, focusing on one name—yours.
He missed you, more than he cared to admit. His eyes lingered on your icon, a picture he’d secretly taken during one of your dates. You’d demanded he delete it, but he never did. Instead, he kept it as a reminder of you, proudly showing it off whenever he got the chance.
A small, bittersweet smile crept onto his lips as his eyes trailed down to your name, the ache in his chest growing a little heavier.
My Love. He never bothered changing it—that name was reserved for you, and only you. Was it strange for him to keep it that way? He wasn't sure, but what he did know was that no matter what, you’d always be his love, even if he was the only one who still believed it.
Should he call you again?
His finger hovered over your name, hesitating—a rare feeling for him. He’d always called before, whenever he had a free moment. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, just a way to clear his head, but it had become a habit. Strangely enough, he found relief in those calls. They always went straight to voicemail, and he was certain you never listened to them.
That’s where he poured his heart out, leaving messages that no one would hear. It was sad, but in a way, comforting—like shouting into the void, knowing there'd be no echo, no response.
He often wondered why you hadn’t blocked him yet. Maybe, if you did, it would finally force him to move on.
Maybe that would give him the push he needed to let go.
But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. He was the one holding onto the past, the one clinging to old habits. Why did he think calling you, of all things, would help him get over you? Even if someone asked him, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.
Maybe he didn’t really want to.
Maybe, just maybe, he was still hoping for something—anything—from you.
He just wanted to hear your voice again, even though it felt impossible at this point. Pressing his lips together, he finally tapped the call button. Placing the phone on his thigh, Jake ran a hand through his hair, unable to look at the screen as the rings buzzed in the quiet room.
As usual, he fully expected you wouldn’t answer.
Normally, the sting of disappointment would hit him when you let his calls go unanswered, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was going to change.
This would be the last time he stared at your contact, the last time he pressed your number, and the last voicemail he'd leave. Tonight, he was finally going to say goodbye.
Tonight—
"Hello?"
His body went still.
For a moment, Jake couldn’t believe it. Your voice, so familiar yet distant, cut through the static of the call. He had rehearsed this moment over and over in his mind, but now that it was real, his words were trapped in his throat.
"Jake?" you repeated, sounding confused, maybe even concerned. "Are you there?"
He swallowed, trying to collect himself. "Hey," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I didn’t expect you to pick up."
There was a brief silence on the other end, making his heart race, before you spoke again. "I didn’t expect to get so many calls... or all the voicemails."
"You... you listened to them?" he asked, barely able to believe it.
“Caught up on all of it yesterday,” you admitted, your voice surprisingly calm. “You really sent a lot, huh?”
Jake’s heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out his own thoughts. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The plan to say goodbye, the resolution he had built up in his mind, seemed to dissolve the moment he heard your voice.
He didn’t want to mess this up—he couldn’t.
“I still didn’t expect you to actually listen to them,” he said, his voice shakier than he wanted it to be.
“How could I not?” you chuckled softly, attempting to ease the awkward tension. It was strange, both of you knew it. Talking to your ex, someone you swore you’d never contact again, felt surreal.
And yet, here you were—on the phone, waiting for him to say something more.
Jake took a breath, the weight of his next words heavy on his chest. "I was planning on this being the last call,” he confessed. “Since you never really picked up... I figured I was just bothering you."
There was a pause on the other end, and he held his breath, wondering what you’d say next.
"Would it be wrong to say I had a feeling?" you finally replied, voice soft.
"How could you tell?"
"Just... a gut feeling," you said, as if searching for the right words. "Or maybe because… I knew you."
His heart couldn’t help but falter—he knew you were not lying. You did know him, deeply once. But that closeness had slipped away when life had led you down different paths.
"Yeah," was all he could muster, the simplicity of the word masking the storm of emotions within him. He wasn’t sure how to move forward, or if he even wanted to.
“Do you mean every single voice message?” you asked, breaking the silence that had settled between you two. Jake’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the question.
“Of course I do,” he replied, gripping his phone tightly, as if it could somehow bridge the distance between you. His heart was pounding; he needed to make this count. “There isn’t a single thing I’ve sent to you that I’d ever want to take back. Every word was real. It’s exactly how I feel about you... about us.”
For a moment, vulnerability hung between you, both knowing this conversation could change everything. Jake could only hope you’d feel it too, that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to turn this into something more.
“Come see me then.”
“Huh?” Jake’s breath hitched, unsure if he’d heard you right.
“You’re not going to leave me hanging this time, are you?” you asked with a light chuckle, though your voice held a hint of nervousness. You hoped the laughter would mask how your heart was pounding, racing in anticipation.
Jake barely registered the words before he was scrambling to grab his keys, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. “Not this time,” he stammered, his voice shaking with excitement and a touch of panic. He could feel his pulse hammering as he fumbled with his shoes, trying to keep his hands steady.
The thought of seeing you, of finally closing the distance he’d been feeling for so long, filled him with both anticipation and nervous energy.
"Take your time," you teased, though he could hear the faintest tremor in your voice, as if you were trying to calm yourself, too. But he knew he wouldn’t—couldn’t—wait.
He barely managed to lock his door, nearly tripping as he rushed down the stairs. His mind raced, playing over every word, every message he’d sent, wondering if this was finally his chance to make things right.
As he reached his car, hands fumbling for his keys, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus, to drive safely. But his heart wouldn’t slow, each beat pushing him forward with a desperate urgency.
Jake barely remembered the drive over, his mind racing faster than the car itself. As he pulled up in front of your house, he felt a fresh wave of nerves settle over him. He sat there for a second, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady his breath.
This was it.
With a final deep breath, he stepped out of the car and walked up the path to your door, his heart pounding with every step. He hesitated before raising his hand to knock, his mind swirling with questions.
But before he could overthink it, the door swung open, and there you were, standing there in the soft glow of your porch light. For a split second, neither of you spoke, caught up in the quiet intensity of the moment.
“Hi,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, though he could see the same nervousness reflected in your eyes. “Still in your work attire?”
Jake looked down, realizing for the first time that he was still in his slightly rumpled shirt and loosened tie, his rushed appearance suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous. He let out a small, embarrassed laugh, reaching up to grab his tie as if he could somehow hide it from you. But when he looked back up, he wore a shy smile, his eyes creasing in that gentle way that had always made your heart skip.
Before he could say anything else, you stepped closer, reaching up to fix his tie, your fingers brushing against the fabric with a delicate touch that sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken. It was such a simple gesture, yet it felt like slipping back into something deeply familiar, a memory that had never truly faded.
“There,” you murmured softly as you adjusted the tie, smoothing out the collar. Your hand lingered for just a second longer, and in that moment, Jake felt everything—the unspoken words, the history, the quiet yearning.
“Thank you,” he managed, his voice a little rough.
"I didn’t realize you wanted to see me that badly… especially after just finishing your shift,” you said with a hint of surprise. “You’ve always loved your job.”
Jake let out a small, wistful laugh, meeting your gaze. “Even after a long shift, that isn’t enough to distract me from you,” he admitted. You both knew how deeply he was dedicated to his work, how it had once been the thing that drew him away from you, consuming his time and energy. Something he loved had taken his real love away from him. But he couldn’t dwell on regrets now, not when this chance was standing right in front of him.
“Every time I get back from work, I have to leave a voicemail,” he confessed quietly, his words hanging between you both.
“Every night?” you asked, startled. You hadn’t realized just how much he’d been reaching out in those messages, hadn’t counted the days it had spanned. “That’s… a lot, Jake.”
He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice raw with honesty.
You looked at him, noticing how he pressed his lips together, a nervous habit he’d never quite outgrown. His hair was neatly parted, and his suit fit him perfectly, accentuating the small changes time had brought to him. Somehow, he looked even better than you remembered—or maybe it was simply because you’d missed him more than you’d realized.
“Jake,” you murmured, almost as if testing his name again, letting it fill the space between you both. “I really missed you too.”
At your words, Jake’s face lit up, his cheeks lifting with a smile he couldn’t contain, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat, but when he turned back, his grin only grew wider as he saw your own smile mirroring his.
“Then… would you let me stay the night?” he asked softly, his voice hopeful, though almost immediately he seemed to second-guess himself. His smile faltered as he began to backpedal, a nervous laugh escaping. “Or, if that’s too much, we could just sit outside, or… in my car? Just to talk, to catch up—or maybe just to let me finally say all these things I’ve kept hidden.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, finding his nervous rambling unexpectedly endearing. It was hard to remember the last time you’d seen Jake like this—unsure, almost shy. Without another word, you reached out and grabbed his arm, gently tugging him inside.
“You can stay,” you said, a warmth in your voice that eased the lingering tension in the air.
Jake blinked in surprise, his nervous expression melting into something more tender as he stepped inside. The familiar warmth of your home wrapped around him, but it was the simple presence of you that truly eased him. He hadn’t realized how much he'd longed for this—just to be near you again.
As he looked at you, a quiet realization washed over him, clear and undeniable. He wasn’t just here because he needed to be; he was here because he wanted to be.
Wherever you were, that was where he wanted to be too.
‘💬’ ─── may active soph come back after this one 😖!
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Charlie: "Dad. Did you post this."
Lucifer: "Oh my 'selfie' with your dear lovely Maggie?? Why yes I DID! Do you like it!?"
Charlie: "Dad."
Lucifer: "Since she's your loving girlfriend, who you love, I thought gosh! I should really have on my social media page! Make a change from all the ducks, ha ha!"
Charlie: "Dad did you write the- the caption on it?"
Lucifer: "The c- oh yes! Well I wanted everyone to know how much I ADORE my daughter's girlfriend!!"
Charlie: "You wrote-"
Lucifer: "See, the 'bad' here means 'good'! I checked! Bad and bitch are bad on their own, but when you put them together it's like a, er, a double negative making a positive, haha! Maggie's a bad bitch- she's AWESOME- which ahaha I'm sure YOU know since you're dating her-and now all of Hell knows I think so too!!!! ISN'T THAT SWELL!"
Charlie: "But the actual whole caption says-"
Lucifer: "'ME AND THE BAD BITCH I PULLED BY BEING CHARLIE'S DAD'!"
Lucifer: "Aww and the picture turned out so great! Look!"
Lucifer: ".... you don't look super thrilled about it, Char-char."
Charlie: "Pulled, dad... Do you know what 'pulled' can mean exactly, specifically, in THIS context..?"
Lucifer: "... pulled.... into a... hug? Like in the selfie...?"
Charlie: "Dad."
Charlie: (deep breath) "I can't believe I'm saying this..."
Charlie: "You made it sound like you SLEPT WITH my girlfriend."
Lucifer: "......."
Lucifer: "Oh. HA! That's..."
Lucifer: (deflating balloon noises as he literally shrivels up into a crumpled pile of clothes mostly hidden by his hat)
Charlie: "We're not angry!"
Lucifer: ".... i m s o r r y..."
Charlie: "It's okay!!! IT'S FINE. A little mentally scarring and socially mortifying not to mention something our friends won't EVER let us live down, but- well- Just... Just-"
Charlie: "No more social media meme posting without running them past me or Vaggie first, alright!?"
Lucifer: "If I delete the post maybe no one else will see it...."
Charlie: "Everyone in Hell has already seen it, dad."
Lucifer: "..i could delete myself instead"
Charlie: "And HOW would that help?"
Lucifer: "...it would make me feel better..."
Vaggie: "Honestly sir, the most embarrassing part is how you look young enough to be my teenage son."
Charlie: "Thanks, Vaggie."
Vaggie: "Check out my stress wrinkles and scars next his baby smooth face. It's like I picked him up from a cradle somewhere."
Charlie: "Please don't joke about cradle robbing my actual father."
Vaggie: "Sorry babe."
Charlie: "I mean I'll NEVER be able to look at ANY of my parents' family portraits the same way ever AGAIN, but thank you for being SO understanding about the rumor you're dating my DAD!"
Vaggie: "Sir, what kinda skin routine are you even doing?"
Lucifer: "room full of rubber ducks and despair"
Charlie: "VAGGIE PLEASE."
Vaggie: "Sweetie, I'm ruffling his hair in the pic. It's hilarious."
Charlie: "I DON'T NEED THE REMINDER!"
Vaggie: "Feels like I'm about to call the king of hell 'kiddo' or something."
Lucifer: (a puddle on the floor) "i thought it was funny too"
Charlie: "Okay.... okay."
Charlie: "You two NEED to find a bonding activity that doesn't TRAUMATIZE me."
Vaggie: "Hmm."
Lucifer: "OH WE COULD-"
Charlie: "Or each other!"
Lucifer: "Oh well then I have nothing!"
Vaggie: "We'll always have that time you fake dated me online, sir someday dad-in-law."
Lucifer: "Our beautifully shared new horrifying past..."
Charlie: "Ha ha HA! Keep this up and either the dad part or the someday in-law part is gonna stop being accurate REAL quick!"
Vaggie: "It will?"
Charlie: "No but I'm trying to threaten you two right now so SHUSH."
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#lucifer morningstar#chaggie#vaggie#incorrect quotes#charlie starting to wish her dad to try less actually#less trying to be supportive might be good right about now
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So this account was only going to be used to reply/comment to other people's posts, but then CBS released new Nissac pics and this happened, instead.
Inspired by the photos from S04E07, and especially this one:
“– you don’t even like dinosaurs, you’ve never cared for them, and you know that I myself love dinosaurs dearly – just as much as you love your ants! So you see–”
“Take it.”
“I–you–what?” Isaac exclaims, unsure if he’d heard correctly.
Nigel sits very still and keeps staring straight ahead, not even glancing at Isaac beside him on the bench.
“Just take the bed,” he repeats.
“What are you– After all the arguments and fights and squabbling, now you’re just letting me take it?” Isaac stares at Nigel’s profile, more than a little disbelieving. “Just like that?”
Nigel takes a deep breath. “Do you know why I even wanted it in the first place?”
Isaac frowns. “Petty revenge?” he guesses.
Nigel smiles thinly.
“Perhaps,” he acknowledges. “Partly, at least. But no. That wasn’t the real reason.”
He's silent for some time, and when he speaks again, his voice is so quiet that Isaac has to lean a little closer to hear him.
“When we were engaged,” Nigel begins, “we were unable to exchange rings. We had no tangible, physical evidence that we were – that what we had was –”
He cuts himself off there, pressing his lips together, as though forcing the words to remain inside his throat, unspoken and unheard.
“And I thought,” he continues eventually, “I thought the bed could become that for me. One that came too late, I know, but still. A keepsake, if you will, of… what we once had.”
Nigel turns to look at him, finally, but the expression on his face is utterly blank: the kind of look one would give a featureless wall, or an empty canvas, or a – a complete stranger, Isaac thinks, as he tries and fails to read something of Nigel’s thoughts there, and finds nothing at all.
“But it’s becoming clear to me now,” Nigel adds, “that what I thought we had... was not what we actually had, and so–” He stops suddenly, swallowing whatever it was that he was going to say. “What’s the point of a keepsake that signifies nothing?” he asks instead.
He smiles again, but it's an awful expression, one that reminds Isaac of the way Nigel looked at him right after the aborted wedding, when he'd tried to explain why he called it off and Nigel told him, eventually, that it was all right and he understood.
"Besides," Nigel adds now, still smiling that awful smile, "it's the perfect replacement for the new daybed you always wanted. Symbolic of something you love... and only sleeping one."
Isaac jerks back slightly, the unexpected reminder only sharpening the sting.
“So take the bed, Isaac," Nigel says. "Take whatever you want.”
Then he stands and walks away, and though his shoulders are visibly tense his steps don’t falter and he doesn’t look back, not even once.
Isaac watches him go, until his figure disappears into the woods in the distance, and all at once he's struck by a strange sense of inevitability. That now, that hard-won bed will no longer remind him of fun little dinosaur facts or an afterlife-changing lapdance, but that it will forever remind him of this, instead: the sight of Nigel's red coat vanishing into the trees; Nigel never saying the actual word but the last thing he said still sounding very much like goodbye.
Isaac glances at the bed's box nearby, then looks back at the woods again. He's won the battle; the bed is his now. But for some reason, this doesn’t feel like a victory at all.
#cbs ghosts#nisaac#isaac higgintoot#nigel chessum#fic snippets#I don't actually think their convo will go this way at all#It'll most likely just be petty squabbling for lulz since it's a sitcom after all#But a girl can dream#(or write fic)#cbs ghosts spoilers
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isn't it so funny that someone you've never met could have such a deep meaning in your life?
i never do this, ever, but i just had a very visceral reaction to this situation, and i just need to let it out.
I had a mutual (lets call her C), who I sometimes talked to on a daily basis. I didn't even know her before I joined a friends group of another ex mutual, and I noticed some people were being passive aggressive towards C, and I started talking to her, and it took off from there.
She was so kind, so funny, she was just... her, and I loved having her around, because she was the friend I always wanted, the friend I never had. The sister I'd always wish for. I'd always have the biggest smile when I talked to her. She just had to come online, and I'd have to stop myself from spamming her.
There were some things she never talked about, and I never wanted to push her to talk about it if she didn't want to, and for the time, I was happy. Now, I feel like it's one of my worst mistakes.
And then, one day, she just.. deactivated. every way of connecting to her was gone, and I was just left so confused, so concerned. I was so worried for her. constantly, I would wonder what she was doing, wonder if she was doing something to harm herself, and I'd always wonder if I should reach out to her ex, who was the only way I could inquire about her.
Now, every time I see a person in my notifications that has her name in the URL, or even the same profile pic she used to have, I get so excited, like maybe she's come back, and I can finally tell her how much I've missed her, and then... nothing.
Usually, every time someone reblogs something of mine, I reblog it back, so I can always, always have their thoughts on my blog. I'd made some posts for her, moodboards, stories involving her favourite characters as a present for her birthday, and i have all those posts on my blog, all her reblogs. it's like a little something I have left of her, because these are the only remnants of her on tumblr anymore, and I sometimes go back to laugh at our posts, the way we interacted.
today, I was rereading the story I had written for her, and I was so excited to reread her thoughts about it, but when I went to check the reblogs... there was nothing. Because maybe I had forgotten to reblog the post from her again, detailing how she felt about the story< and now, another piece of her was lost. I couldn't help but stare at the screen, then, with that realisation, feeling dejected, feeling so lost. I just... she was my friend, and now, one of the only things to remind me of her was gone.
And I miss her, so, so much.
there's no real reason I made this post, except that maybe, if there are any of you out there, who think that you're not good enough, not cool enough, or whatever, if you ever think that no one would miss your presence if you left, that is the biggest lie your brain can tell you.
tumblr, other online platforms, or real life, there will always be someone who misses you <3
#of course this isnt to make anyone feel guilty if they want to deactivate their accounts ever#never feel guilty of wanting to leave#but if you think you are unimportant#that is not true#i knew C for like. not even a full year. and yet I am in pain everytime i think of her#of how I could have helped her out had I just asked#anywho#i think ill have to go reread some of the posts of her i DO have just to feel a bit of happiness again#ann rambles <3#random#random thoughts
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The Scorpion and the Scales //Chapter One// Poly-AU
Header photo by @ladyveronikawrites
Tropes and Tags: MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.
Content warning: 18+ only MDNI, PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.
This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.
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My ears are still ringing from the concert, a lingering reminder of the band's raucous performance that seemed to rattle the very walls. But as I stand outside the venue waiting, the cool Colorado night wraps around me, calming my ringing ears. I take a deep breath, letting the crisp mountain air soothe my senses. Looking up at the starry sky, I can't help but smile, the adrenaline from the show still coursing through my veins. My body may be tired, but my spirit feels alive. This is exactly where I want to be.
I scroll through the photos and videos on my phone, reliving each moment - the crush of the crowd, the first electrifying guitar riff, the encore chant that shook the rafters. I smile as I post clips to Snapchat, the glowing screen casting a soft light on my face. These are memories frozen in time now.
I glance down at my outfit, suddenly self-conscious - dark shorts with fishnets, my favorite Adidas shoes, a cropped long sleeve tee to show off my wrist tattoo. My dark curls bouncing around my shoulders, framing the natural makeup look I had spent so long perfecting. My heart pounds at the thought of meeting the band looking like this.
I can hardly contain my excitement. Getting a photo with the band tonight will be the perfect addition to my prized collection of memories! My scrapbook is absolutely full of photos with bands and celebrities - it's my most prized possession. But the photos themselves are nothing compared to the actual experiences behind them. I smile to myself remembering all the crazy adventures over the years - the VIP access, celebrity run-ins, wild nights out in Vegas and LA. I live for these thrilling moments and have to document every single one. This show tonight will give me yet another trophy photo for my scrapbook of fame.
I can feel the crowd stirring, a buzz of anticipation in the air. Around me, fans jostle for position near the stage door while security guards confer, ready to guide the band through. I'm so tempted to rush the door with some of the other die-hard fans, but I know that's crazy - I'd probably just get trampled. So, I stay put, heart racing, barely able to contain my excitement.
The crowd roars as Folio and Jolly emerge from backstage, basking in the post-show glow. Folio's got on his favorite tour tee, that vintage New York cap perched just so atop his mop of curls. And Jolly - man, that dude looks like a rockstar with his hoodie and beanie combo, those long brown locks flowing free. They pause to snap a few pics with fans, gracious as ever, before huddling up to recap the epic show.
When I see Noah, my heart stops. His towering, muscular frame moves with a feline grace and his soft brown locks fall perfectly over his chiseled features. This triple-threat talent radiated magnetism, his lethal attractiveness gripping me in its thrall. I was helpless, I was his, utterly and completely.
I see Jolly and Folio sitting off to the side of the fans. They aren't too far away, but I feel the nerves build in my chest, and I gather my courage to call them over.
"Jolly!" I shout, my voice cracking with excitement. He turns, and I start flapping my arms like a madwoman, desperate to catch his eye. This is it. My chance to meet one of my idols in the flesh. I scurry over, my legs jittery and unsteady beneath me. "Can I get a picture with you guys?" I blurt out in a rush, the words tumbling over themselves. I'm practically vibrating now, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Just breathe, I tell myself. Play it cool. But my fangirl glee cannot be contained.
He saunters over, hands in his pockets, with Folio trotting behind him. I fumble a bit with my phone, trying to find a good angle for a selfie.
"Mind if I help?" he asks, reaching out his hand. I hand him the thin device with a shaky hand. Extending his arm, phone in hand, facing the three of us so we were all framed up perfectly. I flash my best smile, leaning on the fence post for support. He snaps a few shots to make sure they came out clear, then hands my phone back.
"Thank you so much!" I squeal excitedly.
"Not a problem at all," he replies with a gentle smile, his accent coming through each word.
Folio turns to me, but he doesn't sound too thrilled - more like he's feigning the enthusiasm. "So, did you have fun?"
"Fun? Are you kidding me? That was amazing!" I gush. "Has anyone actually ever said no?" I quip playfully.
Folio chuckles and Jolly just laughs, making me feel good - at least they get my sense of humor! "I suppose it depends on who you ask," Folio says, chuckling again.
Nick shows up out of nowhere, trying to join our conversation. But his voice is drowned out by the shrieks from Noah's fans at the door. I sneak a peek and see Noah's tall figure in the center of the chaos - signing autographs, snapping selfies. I whip back around to Nick.
"What did you say?" he asks again.
I have to yell over the noise. "We were wondering if anyone's ever told you they didn't like your show!"
He lets out the most dramatic sigh. "No one's ever asked if I enjoy doing the show." I roll my eyes hard.
I roll my eyes as he pouts dramatically. "You're literally the star of the show," I point out, barely holding back my sarcasm.
He shrugs, unaffected. "Still, no one's cared to ask little ol' me about my feelings." He places a hand on his chest, channeling a wounded Victorian damsel.
I have to resist the urge to mimic gagging. "Alright, Your Highness," I say, my voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. "Do you enjoy being on the show or not?"
He taps his chin, pondering with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm...maybe I don't. Have you considered that?"
"Wow, so brooding and mysterious," I deadpan.
I whip out my phone with a grin, waving it teasingly in front of Nick. "Mind snapping a quick pic for me?" I ask. He's happy to play along. I shuffle as close to him as I can with that barricade wedged between us, and he snaps off a couple shots before handing my phone back.
"Looks like you just need one with Noah now," Nick says, glancing over his shoulder. Noah's still surrounded by screaming fans begging for his attention. I give Nick an appreciative look - he's so chill and down-to-earth.
I sigh, my voice trailing off. "He seems a bit busy." I glance around at the mob of people crowded around Noah. I'm not sure I'll get that photo with him after all.
"Just hang out, we'll make sure he stops by," Jolly says, flashing me a reassuring smile. That makes me feel a little better.
"You local?" Nick asks me, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing to avoid an awkward silence. I nod, "Yeah, born and raised here."
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hold onto the warmth from the crowd. The breeze starts cutting through my shirt.
Nick, Jolly, Folio and I are still chatting away while everyone else heads home. Folio's glued to his phone, only half listening. Then security starts shooing people away, saying Noah only has time for a couple more photos. The last of the fans rush to the front for their chance.
When Noah finally makes his escape to the tour bus, Nick isn't having it. He waves Noah over, pleading, "One more, bro. I promise." Noah chuckles and ambles over, his long legs crossing the parking lot in just a few strides. Up close, he's even taller than I thought!
"Hello." His smile makes my heart flutter.
"Hi," I squeak out, unable to summon any other words. Just getting that single syllable out feels like a triumph.
"This is..." Nick hesitates, looking adorably flustered. "You know, with everything we've talked about, I never even asked your name."
"Eve," I manage, though my voice comes out high-pitched and timid. I cringe internally. I should know my own name, at least! But something about him makes me tongue-tied in a way I've never experienced before. Eve. It's not a complicated name. But looking into his eyes, I can barely remember such a simple word.
"Nick mentions something about a picture?" his voice is so low, I almost forget it's me he's talking to. We move against the barricade standing close to one another as Nick takes my phone from my hand to take the picture for us.
When the camera flashes, I blink hard, almost hoping the picture will turn out blurry. Just so we can try again.
"What cha think?" Nick asks, turning my phone screen to show me the photo. I mean, it's cute and all, but mostly I'm hyperaware of how close Noah still is to me.
"Hmm, could be better," Noah's voice is suddenly right by my ear, making chills run down my spine as he hovers behind me.
"Here," he says, stepping back and reaching for my hand. "Step over."
The moment our hands touch, my heart flutters as if a flock of butterflies has just been released inside my chest. I can't take my eyes off him, his warm smile making my knees weak. As I climb over the barricade, my movements awkward and clumsy in my nervous excitement, security rushes over. Noah holds both my hands in his, turning to look over his shoulder at the security guards rushing our way.
"It's cool, I got this," he says, his voice gentle and soothing.
My attention snaps back to him, those kind eyes telling me everything will be okay. I trust him completely. Once on the other side, I straighten my shirt, run my fingers through my hair, hoping I look presentable for this boy who has stolen my heart. Being near him is intoxicating, sparking a giddiness I've never known before. I want this moment to last forever.
His eyes lock onto mine, sending a jolt of excitement through my body. "Nick," he says, gaze never leaving mine. He reaches out his hand to his friend, "Phone."
Nick places it in his open palm, as Noah passes him the energy drink he'd been holding.
As Noah reaches out to me, my heart flutters. His arm finds its way around my waist, pulling me close. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and chills tingle down my spine at his touch. But I face the camera with him, tossing my dark curls over my shoulder and flashing a peace sign. Noah's smile lights up his whole face. I can't help but mirror it with my own grin. We take a few silly selfies together, giggling and making faces. With his arm wrapped around me, I never want this moment to end. Being this close to Noah makes my pulse race and my stomach fill with butterflies. I am absolutely smitten.
I am so excited that Noah has taken such a nice photo for me. "That should do it!" He jokes as he hands my phone back. "Much better than the others."
Suddenly Nick suggests, "Group photo!" Before I can even reach for my phone, Noah snatches it back and turns to the security guards by the door.
Jolly, Folio, Nick and I all gather together. Nick wraps his arm around my waist and I put mine around his shoulders. Then Noah comes over to fill the space on my other side, putting his arm around me too. I reach around and put my hand on his lower back, laughing.
The security guard takes our photo. I smile big - this will be the main one for my book! A memory I'll never forget. Two quick flashes and we're done.
When Noah helps me over the barricade, I feel a spark as our hands touch. His strong grip lifts me effortlessly over the metal rail, setting me gently on the ground. I turn back, not wanting our moment to end, and see him give me a little wave goodbye before he disappears into the tour bus. My heart flutters as I watch him go.
When I finally get to my car, I slide into the driver's seat with a sigh of relief. As the heater starts blasting warmth into the cold cabin, I pick up my phone and scroll through my photos until I find that selfie of Noah and me. I know I don't look my absolute best in that pic, but none of that matters - it's a photo of the two of us together and that's what's important. I set it as my new screensaver and just gaze at it for a moment, my heart fluttering. Then I open my playlist, queue up some music, and pull out of the parking lot to head home. All I can think about on the drive is how dreamy Noah looks in that photo, and how lucky I was to have met someone so wonderful. I can't wait to get home, crawl under the covers and relive every magical moment we shared today before drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face.
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Ok apple pen jumpscare aside, I have a LOT of thoughts on the ghost craft/holy horror mansion trailer, so I may as well make a kinda deep dive post like I did with the Legends ZA announcement
this is gonna be long as fuck so be warned, we're diving deep
Ok so first of all… I think we all knew that it was gonna be yokai watch’s spiritual successor, but I don’t think leading with that is a great call, because people will expect more of the same, and I don’t think that’s entirely fair to this new game they’re making.
That being said, let’s get into the actual game itself, because holy shit this is a lot to take in at once and we still know like nothing.
So the first thing we get introduced to right off the bat is our protagonist, Ten Lordland, which is kind of a stupid name so I’m hoping that the localization gives him a better one

^ this is the bitch. He kinda reminds me of Hailey-Anne with how uppity and all over the place he is; we don’t have much substance on him as a character but he seems like a good kid
One thing we do know about him though is that he’s Loaded, and that his grandma is the landlord of the titular holy horror mansion, which is apparently also a gate to the underworld (giving Mt. Wildwood, but this is where the comparisons end)



We also have a better look at smaller areas of the apartment complex, or at least one small room where he whole thing starts. The camera in the third pic shows up a couple times, so I think it’ll be important in some way, especially considering this is where our ‘ghosts’ comes from:

So there’s three types, and honestly this is where the game shines the most in my opinion and really separates itself from yokai watch conceptually. they play into the concept of ‘ghost crafting’ really well:
First off is the green ghost, whose power we saw at the end of the last level 5 vision. Basically this ghost combines with objects and brings them to life, and that’s where the main critter collecting aspect comes in. I really like how they're handling this, it's a really fun idea


This is also where we get our new mascot aka pillow jibanyan:

She’s cute, her design feels very lively but not messy or too much. I hope we get to see more of her personality in game, I like her :)
Anyways back to the ghosts, now we have the blue one, whose thing is making chimera ghosts out of random objects. This is in fact where that fuckass apple pen reference happens


I like this mechanic, it’ll be fun just making fuck all from whatever’s in your inventory. Still, we’ll come back to the pen pineapple apple pen thing and its implications (because yes I’m not done with this)
And lastly is the pink ghost, whose power is… making dungeons?? I guess??


It’s cool and I like the idea of themed dungeons from everyday objects and the cool gameplay that will come of it, and I adore the cake themed dungeon, but it sticks out like a sore thumb, mostly because it’s the least purposeful of the three.
The green and blue ones have mechanics that make sense within the gameplay of being a critter collector, but the pink one’s uniqueness in its mechanics makes it feel weird.
I’m guessing that we’ll get more of an explanation of what it’s being used for in the actual game, so I’m looking forward to that. And also finding out whether the ‘something important’ Ten mentions is story related or if it’s just the thing at the end of each dungeon.
And then we hit the story aspects… ooh boy I know Yokai Watch and creature collectors in general aren’t really popular for their story, but this one just feels strange to me.


First off, our villain is the “De Ville Corp” and the "Dakarymen", and I mean I’m glad they’re not being subtle with it, we all knew what happened with YKW3, though its a bit on the nose; it makes some sense this game is clearly more family friendly/“kiddie.” But I think weirdly what irks me the most is…
why is this rich kid beefing with other rich kids? Like dude you’re fucking loaded your grandma literally owns the only known(?) gate to the underworld and makes bank off of other people living in this apartment complex that you live off of, what do you mean the villain is capitalism in a game where the protagonist is Rich.
Ok that one’s more nitpicky but still an odd decision imo. Anyways into the villain’s tactics, the main thing they do is they sell 'ghost items' which do... something. i dunno they're evil and hurt people ig maybe it'll get expanded on more later
there's also other wild ghosts that you have to find with your yokai wat-- i mean this shitty camera guy whose design is good on paper but bland in execution, and you fight those guys. i'm gonna say it now as much as i don't want to, i don't think this game is gonna beat the pokemon clone allegations in the west
i don't doubt that the battle system will be unique but at first glance i just have a feeling that people are gonna compare it to pokemon the same way they did with yokai watch, and it's a shame.
now that we've gone over the whole trailer, let's get into my three biggest concerns for this game because yes i sure do have opinions about it
first thing i wanna talk about that they said up-front is the fact that this is gonna become a HUGE multimedia series. ok. kind of horrifying if we're getting that immediately. i don't think it's such a good idea to have a brand new ip that's not even ready yet be put up to the expectation of this behemoth of a new series. that sets the bar pretty high, and there's a lot of worry of this getting too much and crashing from the pressure before its time like what happened to yokai watch
the second thing i've got which i think is a bit nitpicky but i want to mention anyways: "the theme of this title is 'family'," which means it will be "an experience for the whole family to enjoy together." this worries me a little because it gives the implication this is gonna be a more 'kiddie' game in a way. like the trailer was exciting and fun, but i could barely keep up with how fast and in your face it was even with how simple and straight forward is. (someone described it as like a tik tok brainrot vid and i think that does make sense). I hope that making it more appealing to all ages doesn't sacrifice Holy Horror Mansion's heart (we'll get to that) and willingness to go to darker places.
last thing, which i didn't know when i started writing this post, is the use of AI in like 90% of the trailer. because holy shit there's a lot.
look at that. gross. i knew something felt weird about Ten but I couldn't put my finger on it until i found out about the AI thing. this damn kid is the most damning evidence, at least for me since it's the easiest to see on him. and that's not even close to everything that could be AI, that's just the fucking protagonist!
I think deep down we all saw this coming considering Hino's previous statements on AI and the fact that he used a bunch of shitty ai yokai watch mockups as an example. Obviously if this game does use AI for all this stuff we're not gonna fucking support it, but this is still a very very VERY early proof of concept, and anything could happen between now and the game actually making any progress; until we see more I'm gonna be cautiously optimistic about the direction this game goes. Either Hino gets his shit together or we're not playing Holy Horror House because what the fuck.
to be honest, I think it's ok that yokai watch as a major franchise is ending. it kinda sucks since we've been waiting like five years since y school, but i do think it's over and that this is gonna be a fun new ip that can stand on its own from yokai watch. for a series whose first game's resolution was to live and let go of something you love, I think we should take a page from yokai watch 1's book more often. i'm excited to see where Holy Horror Mansion goes from here on out! also we still have puni puni and Jaen is there so I'm satisfied enough I guess.
anyways tl;dr, Holy Horror House looks fun and has a lot of potential as a brand new ip, i'm afraid for its future as a multimedia giant and/or an ai shitshow, and Fantasy Life i: The Girl Who Steals Time is my most anticipated game of 2025
#holy horror mansion#ghost craft#yokai watch#morgan's ramblings#long post#infodumping :3#if akihiro hino gave me anything today it was a seven month extension for my zine piece lmao#this was way longer than i thought it'd be but i had fun writing this#maybe i'll make more analysis posts like this lol#but yeah that's my thoughts on new yokai watch :)
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On the Cobra Kai subreddit, someone posted this question: Was Terry always evil and planning on screwing over Kreese, or did he go native after coming back?
I thought this answer was absolutely spot on:
To keep it simple: sometime after Vietnam, Terry truly became “sinister” (the cocaine helped)—but he was able to (at least to the naked eye) restrain that part of him through a lifestyle change after the fiasco of KK3. Then Kreese came back after thirty years, and unlocked the beast slowly and then all at once by merely mentioning the name of Daniel LaRusso (“Danny boy?!”).
Then Terry’s interest was truly piqued.
What really made Terry turn entirely against Kreese was him realizing that Kreese was once more just using him and never cared a fig for their friendship. He just wanted a soldier so he could play Captain in this war of his own making. Kreese did so in KK3 when he just vanished after Terry “failed him” and Danny boy won the tournament. He had no more use for Terry, so he left without a word.
Now that he’s older and wiser, this time Terry’s loyalty only goes so far. After he beats the shit outta Stingray due to his anger and despair and realization that once again he has been made use of for his loyalty and brains and resources and yes, wealth—that’s when he goes hog wild. He doesn’t start off wanting to betray Kreese—but he sure ends it that way.
Now he is driven only in his deep, total obsession and quite frankly, infatuation of Daniel. Which is what truly set him off in the first place. Which is an entirely different meta—because holy shit, there’s a LOT there.
Anyway, I’d like to add that Kreese is a deeply selfish and horrible person. He is loyal to you only if you uphold his standards. If you fail to do so, then you’re nothing to him. A failure. A loser. Second place. Kreese is loyal—but only if he thinks you’re good enough by his personal standards. If not, well fuck you.
Terry learned this the hard way.
I’d like to add: Terry is loyal to people. Kreese is loyal to ideals. Make of that what you will.
Terry's character arc between tkk3 and CK S4 is so fascinating to me because we see so little of it. All we get is second hand information.
One of the things I find interesting about Terry is how he has his own sense of morals that don't make sense to others but do to himself.
Hr is shown to be incredibly loyal to John in the flashbacks and the entire plot of tkk3 is his idea. something I think people forget about that movie is that Kreese was originally totally okay with just giving up the dojo and moving on and hanging his head in shame. (Which, given how he acts in the show may be considered OOC)
And then it's implied that they totally lost touch after the movie, but it's also canon that Terry tried to help John a few times
"a friend of mine tried to offer me a hand out"
"is that what you want John, a check?"
So it's implied that it was the failure of the tournament that caused their rift but not confirmed. Who left who first? Was it John because he was ashamed of Terry or was it terry because he was trying to move on?
"went to therapy. Got my ass into rehab"
I do think that the "Danny boy" moment was the turning point for Terry, I also think it was the "yes Captain" moment was another.
( it was the only time in canon when Terry cried, and it took me back. I wish I had a pic of it on hand.)
He was clearly really enjoying teaching with Kreese, he took to Kenny especially. But then when Terry managed to one up him, in kreese's eyes, to Terry it was just a well meant bet, he had to pull rank. He had to remind terry of who saved him all those years ago. and I think at that moment Terry realized he wasn't being seen as an equal.
So, it's interesting that Daniel denying his apology was what made him try to take down Miyagi-do. And it's interesting that Kreese trying to put him down was what made him try to take full control over cobra Kai.
#terry silver#daniel larusso#john kreese#its an interesting bit of meta#im not sure o agree %100 with all the wording but i see the point#especially about the loyal to people vs loyal to ideals#a nonny mouse
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Yarn Log - Blank Space Coaster

Background
I did a couple amigurumi kit projects at the beginning of 2024 (while The Blanket™ was still in deep freeze) and enjoyed the process of crochet, which I had never done before. That was when I decided I’d want to do more crochet stuff once The Blanket™ was finally finished (post still incoming this week!). Since that’s finally casted off and I’m just waiting to wash/block, weave in ends, and fill out the already-drafted post with images, yesterday I just had the impromptu desire to bang out a tiny little project to ease back into crochet.

I’m including an image of this tiny test swatch that I did too, in order to remind myself how to do chain stitches/single crochet stitches. It’s just 10 stitches wide, ~12 rows, nothing fancy. I had originally planned to make ones to practice half-double, double, and triple crochet stitches as well, but I got bored and abandoned those in favor of the coaster lol.
My main takeaway from this swatch though, only emerged after the blocking process. As you can clearly see, the piece still curls in on itself, and I’m unsure what exactly is causing it. At first I thought maybe it was like a stockinette stitch for knitting, where the tension is unevenly distributed and curling is expected, but further googling makes it seem this is not the case. It’s probably either my foundation chain being too tight, or some other yarn tension issue. Since I have historically had issues with tension during knitting (see upcoming post on The Blanket™ for more details), it does seem likely that’s what’s going on. I suppose it’ll have to be worked out in the future just by practice.
Analysis
In terms of the actual coaster, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. I used a random yarn in my bag that was a hand-me-down from my friend’s mom (who was the one who taught me how to knit) and a 4.25mm crochet hook (which merely by eyeballing, seemed well sized for the yarn weight).
The funkiest maneuvers that this pattern had in store for me included: learning how to do a magic ring, doing multiple double crochet stitches in a single hole for increases as you go around, and the joining of each row to the next (which is what I struggled with the most).

You can see in this picture exactly where the rounds are joined up. I thought the noticeably larger holes were my own fault, but it seems from looking at pics on Ravelry, it’s just kind of a feature/bug of the pattern. Each row starts with a ch3 that you pretend is like a double crochet stitch, and I think that’s exactly what’s causing it, which is understandable.
Like I mentioned before, I struggled a lot though with figuring out how exactly to be doing the sl1 at the end of each row to join it up in the round. I kept doing it into the first of the 3 chains, only in the top loop, and it looked so weird that I had to undo the whole thing and start from scratch again (a total of like 3-4 times). Some googling finally brought me clarity, when (I think on some Quora page) I realized I was supposed to do it for the THIRD chain stitch of that set, under BOTH parts of the loop, but NOT into the hole underneath (so like, into the chain stitch itself). Once I got that part down, it was a lot easier for me to get through the remainder of the pattern.
I think the only “mistakes” I made were accidentally catching separated yarn ply’s in unintended stitches, which I think is forgivable; I’m still figuring out the muscle memory for crochet movements, and I also just kind of grabbed the first yarn that seemed well sized. I’m pretty sure it’s cotton, with which I’ve had other yarn ply separation issues in the past. But overall it turned out pretty nicely I think, especially for something I rushed out in a single day!
Major lessons learned:
I need to work on my yarn tension, especially when doing a foundation chain. This was less noticeable with the magic ring, but I’m sure it’s still in there.
Basic experience reading crochet patterns, which requires slightly different interpretation than knitting patterns.
I’m better at reading the current state of the project in regards to counting stitches and making sure I’m following the pattern properly for the row in question.
Pattern
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Posting this cause i wanna get it out of my system...and i dont know where to go....no one knows me here in tumblr so its kinda feels like a safe space to shoot my messy feelings about this....so
I kinda dont know what i look like...and sometimes i dont know peoples faces or names...thats why i dont approach people cause i have this feeling that i know you...like a snippet of memory that we HAVE interact but i...dont know your face...like I do remember some faces especially if i think your beautiful like you gave me an impact but...i DONT remember my FRIENDS FACES and we have been friends for 8yrs. I feel bad, cause when i go to memory lane i can only remember 1 face and that is my secret crush face...but when i go to her social media...its different...like i put more or less details pn what i remember about her...like...oh shit she doesnt have a mole...or oh shit her eyebrows and that thick and...I FEEL BAD! I feel bad that i dont even remember the face of my crush!
When i met my friends and they call my name i am startled by their faces...like OH this is what they look like and i stumble on memory lane to confirm but STIll i miss a fee details...it weird how whenever i remember my friends face i remember our interacts...i cant EXACTLY remember their faces in a accurate way...AND WE JUST HANG OUT A FEE MINUTES AGO AND I STILL FORGOT WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE!
*sigh* i cant remember my old best friends face in junior high...did you really have buck teeth? Did you really have a buzz cut? Are your ears big? I am sorry i cant remember you...or the things that we said...or our interactions....i am scared...its like i am losing memories...but i do remember that i love you and that i have fun to be with you and that we bond over hatred to others and imaging burning doen the school.
I hate how i try to remember other peoples faces and...all i get is NOTHING...that or i miss small details....i hate it. It feels like a disserve to the people that i love...thats why its great that some of my friends and family have a profile pics cause i can confirm that thats what they look like...that even though my memory has failed me with the small details your profile pic kinda gives me a new memory on what you like...like a new picture to save in my head to remember over snd and over again, their pictures on social media helps me to put a safe inside my head labeled: "THIS IS THEIR FACE! I SHOULD BE REMINDED OF IT! DO NOT FORGET!" But...i still forget cause...when we meet in person...i sometimes double check if it was you. I double check on my cellphone...the images that i saved if it was really you and OH FUCK! I feel so terrible. I feel like a horrible friend and daughter cause what i kind of friends doesn't remember your face? What kind of daughter am i to not remember my mother's face? I am horrible...thats why when you hug i feel awkward and uncomfortable...cause i dont know you...i dont remember your face and yet you greet me so warmly and THANK GOD! FOR HEIGHTS AND VOICES! I remember that we used to tease you for being too short snd having a baby face...your voice to high and figure so small we tease you on being an elementary student instead of senior high cause you never seem to grow...i remember your curly hair cause you keep on complaining on cutting it because of the heat and tanglement...i remember your buz ct cause i rember feeling the palm of my hand against your hair...i remember your tsll height cause we tease you on being an athleat but not good at basket ball despite your God given height...i remember yoir deep voice cause we tease you growing up too quickly in junior high...i remember your lipstick cause you sed you always love the shade of velvet...i remember your backpack csuse you always have the same keychain...I remeber all of this BUT I CANT SEEM TO REMEMBER YOUR FACE! I am sorry, it feels like i am doing a disservice to you...i am supposed to be your friend...your daughter...and i cant remember your face....i remeber that you said you like my drawing and said that i should draw you and yet i do a double take to see the details of your face and ASK for a picture...how could i NOT remember your face when were hanging out RIGHT NOW! I hate that about myself...but i also hate how i dont remember my own face.
I remember that i have a unibrow cause i keep on shaving it. I remember i have big lips cause i put lipstick on it...i remeber that i have a round face cause people say i look good in a bob cut and STILL I DONT REMEMBER MY OWN FACE!
I rember some details but once i assemble them i forget how the peices work and i ultimately got my self clueless on what i look like...thats why i do a double take when i see myself in the reflection...store windows..car mirrors...and even taking a quick selfie i often do a double take if its really me on the picture or reflection. Nobody seems to notice my confusion and distress whenever i look at the mirror. This NOT RECOGNIZING OTHER PEOPLE AND EVEN MYSELF THING has been going on a long time and i have no one to talk to...i feel so alone in this phenomena that i dont even know the name of it...i am scared its like i am going crazy...and its heartbreaking to know that i have to do a double take on you and myself to make sure that what i am seeing is really friend and myself...i hate it! Nobody does this...just me.
Even drawing is hard...i rember i draw Natsu and Eren for a week and when i was bored in the classroom i try to draw them but...the drawing frlt wring and unnatural and ultimately i stop at the midle of it cause it looks like a different character...thats why i dont draw without a reference...i keep forgeting or adding small details and I HATE IT! I drae them for a week and i still dont remeber them...its unfair. Why am i like this?
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Kai hi! Don't know how and why but, I've been experiencing severe Seventeen brainrot in general so, I'm here to supply hard thoughts. (Also, I reread the JeongCheol x Reader trilogy you wrote and it remains a favourite of mine.)
I don't know who to start with so, I'll go with my man lol. The thought of being forced to cum on Cheol's ridiculously thick fingers makes me need to sit down. You know he'd be running his mouth too and, telling you how good you're doing for him.
the svt brainrot is well-deserved <3 and JAAHFJHD i'm so touched you reread inflection point thank you so much TT BUT HELLO? being forced to cum on cheol's fingers.... [kai.exe has stopped working]?!??!?
it kind of reminds me of the oneshot i wrote after he posted those pics on ig :| his fingers,,, what i'd do to get to cum around them /gen,, you can treat this drabble as a short continuation to that fic :3c
⟣ forced orgasm with cheol ⟢ wc: 0.8k words minors do not interact!
Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.
When he tells you he'll pick you up at seven o'clock on a Friday evening despite his harrowing schedule, he'll pull up at the curb in front of your apartment with five minutes to spare. When he promises to call you every night he's away on tour, he'll phone you despite the time differences, and the fact that he sounds way too tired to be asking you about your day.
So when your boyfriend promises to stuff you full the next time you see each other, you know better than to call his bluff.
About twenty minutes since he hung up, you hear the telltale knocking on your door. You don't bother putting your underwear back on -- fully confident of the identity of your late-night visitor.
It's safe to say that when Seungcheol sees you behind the crack in the door wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top with your pert nipples straining against the fabric, you were completely at his mercy.
You don't even make it back to your room. Seungcheol simply brushes past you and makes himself comfortable on your couch -- dark eyes hooded with equal parts arousal and disappointment as he manspreads all over the cushions. Fuck.
"If I wasn't the one who was outside, what would've you done then?" he asks gruffly. "I didn't know you were such a fucking slut, princess. Answering the door wearing nothing but that top of yours. Might as well have done it naked."
You humor him with a laugh before striding over to take a seat on one of his thighs, making a mess of his sweatpants as you rub your needy pussy all over the fabric.
"That's just how badly I need you, Cheol," you whimper, sliding your hips against his thigh for the friction you've been craving since you saw those pictures he posted. When you feel those big, warm hands of his sliding up your thighs, you can't help the moan that spills from your lips.
"Turn around and sit on my lap," he commands, and you're much too willing to comply.
The moment your back is pressed against his broad chest, Seungcheol pries your legs apart -- gathering your slick between his fingers before prodding your lips with them. When your boyfriend whispers a quiet, "That's my girl," you practically preen at his praise.
And that's how you find yourself writhing on your boyfriend's lap as he fucks you open on his thick, large fingers -- whining and crying as your walls clamp down on each digit. Seungcheol deigned to start with three, as you've already loosened yourself up during that sultry phone call you shared before he came over, and he delights in how depraved you are from his mere fingers alone.
"Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you?" he rasps, sinking those digits into your cunt before curling them just so. "You miss me that much, baby? Want to keep me all to yourself?"
"F-Fuck, Cheol!"
You can't even bring yourself to respond. He's so thick, and so, so deep, and he hasn't even brought out his dick yet. But when your brain manages to make you remember how you felt seeing all those fans thirsting for your boyfriend, you end up hissing through your teeth as you grind down on his hand.
"Mine, mine, mine. You're mine," you mewl, barely hearing the sound of Seungcheol's amused laughter before he smashes your lips together.
"All yours, princess," he whispers, and you cry out when those few, subtle words end up becoming the catalyst for your inevitable release.
But even as your walls spasm around his fingers, Seungcheol is relentless. He continues fucking into your cunt with unending fervor -- as if he means to engrave the idea of how much he's missed you as well into your body. You're practically twitching on his lap as he mumbles an incoherent string of words against the skin of your neck, but you're not exactly in the right headspace to tell him off.
"My beautiful baby, always so pretty when you cum for me," is what you first hear when the white noise finally recedes from your ears. You realize that you're still moving your hips despite the overstimulation, so fucking desperate to have any part of him inside you again. "You want more? I've fucked you stupid with my fingers alone, and you still want more?"
You do. You do want more.
"I remember a certain someone saying he'll blow my back out the moment he's back here with me," you sigh, tilting your head so you can kiss the corner of his mouth. "Is he going to make good on his promise?"
The ravenous glint in his eyes is enough of an answer. After all...
Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.
#💘 mutuals#seventeen smut#seventeen fic#svt smut#svt fic#scoups smut#seungcheol smut#rj <3#📝 drabble#💭 request#lovelyhan
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Catching a Prophet
Well, thank you everyone who’s contributed to the sudden influx of Sammy art flooding my feed. You’ve infected me. I’m still a few chapters away from being able to include him in my fic, “Born from the Same Ink,” so I decided to write this little thing for his birthday (even though I’m late). It’s inspired by @reanimationstation ‘s post batdr-au (particularly this post) and an adorable sketch my sister @tiredtrashpanda made of Sammy and toon Bendy fishing together based on the drawing in Joey’s apartment (BATIM). I would link her pic here but she never posted it.
Enjoy!
Sammy Lawrence had been sitting at the edge of a rickety pier with a fishing rod in his hands for over an hour and what did he have to show for his efforts? Exactly nothing. The same result he gained from years of piety and devotion dedicated to his Lord.
He wasn’t sure what prompted him to take up one of the rods lying on the deserted pier (abandoned and alone, just like him). Now that the Ink Demon had chosen to take on such a weak and pitiful form, the self-proclaimed prophet had simply been searching for a proper place to reflect on his miserable life.
The edge of an endlessly deep pool of black water seemed to be the perfect location. However, his dark contemplation was interrupted when he noticed the first unused pole at his feet. After picking it up, he was surprised to discover it was a true fishing rod, complete with a proper reel, fishing line and hook.
Rather than casting himself into the inky abyss like he was previously considering, he decided instead to cast the hook to see if he would catch anything. Like everything he did to please his Lord, it was in vain.
Frustrated and enraged, the musician was about to throw the useless thing into the water when he heard shoes clacking down the pier.
Assuming the footsteps belonged to Henry or Allison, he kept the rod, planning on using it as an excuse to avoid whatever it was they were about to ask him to do. Was it too much to ask for his former coworkers to allow him to sulk in peace?
When the reason for his brooding came into view, he was unpleasantly surprised.
Pie-cut eyes and a formerly glorious grin smiled at him as their owner watched him expectantly.
Unwilling to dignify the fraud with a reaction, Sammy silently turned to stare at the spot where his fishing line disappeared into the inky waters, doing his best to appear completely occupied with his current activity. Usually, if he ignored the creature, it would leave of its own volition.
There was a thump to his left. Out of the side of his mask, he saw Bendy sitting beside him, swinging his feet cheerfully off the edge of the pier in a very undignified manner.
Sammy held in a groan. He was not in the mood for this.
It was odd sitting so close to the former object of his worship. Just a few days ago he would have rejoiced and reveled in this blessed opportunity. Now it was nothing but an uncomfortable reminder of his Lord’s fall and the hopelessness of his situation.
Mimicking the man at his side, the little devil picked up a fishing rod and held it over the water.
It should have been a simple matter to continue ignoring the other being fishing at his side. Except, Sammy swiftly noticed that Bendy was doing it wrong. Not only was he holding the tool upside down, but the hook wasn’t even in the water!
“That’s not how you hold it,” the musician said disdainfully, setting his useless pole to the side and instinctively reaching over to correct him.
Without any fuss other than a curious tilt of the head, the cartoon imp allowed the man to take the rod from his hands and teach him how to use it properly.
Pointing out the different parts of the object, he explained their purposes, demonstrating how to properly grip it and how to release or reel in the fishing line.
“Take care while baiting your hook,” he cautioned, pointing out the jagged object at the end of the line. “While innocent in appearance, its devious design allows it to easily embed itself in your flesh. There it will remain until it is forcefully removed, which is often more painful and damaging than the initial wound.”
Not that he cared, Sammy reminded himself. Maybe a little pain would be good for his Lord. It would be nothing compared to the pain he experienced every day he was forced to live in this accursed prison he called a body.
When the toon glanced around for something to bait his line with, the musician sighed and pulled out a can of bacon soup from his suspender pocket.
A few minutes of coaching later, Bendy made a near-perfect cast with a chunk of bacon on his hook. The bacon and hook disappeared into the water with a soft plop.
“Well done, my Lord!” he praised with a shocking amount of sincerity.
The little devil beamed at him, eyes glittering with excitement. For a brief moment, Sammy forgot the resentment he held towards the other being.
Snapping back to reality, the man distracted himself by reeling in his own rod, deciding to add some bait to his own hook. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of doing so until now. Of course he wasn’t catching anything. Maybe the simple event of being in his Lord’s presence had triggered a flash of inspiration!
When Bendy once again went to copy his actions, Sammy stopped him.
“It’s too soon to pull in the line,” the prophet explained. “Similar to how my Lord stalks his prey, this activity requires patience. You must wait until a lamb-er, a fish is attached to the line before reeling it in. You’ll know the doomed creature has fallen into your trap when-”
Bendy’s pole began to bend, flicking up and down while the toon watched in confused wonder.
“-when that happens!”
Immediately, Bendy began reeling in his catch as his companion cheered him on.
Eventually, a small, striped yellow fish burst from the ink, wriggling and fighting desperately against the fishing rod that held it captive. The muscles of its small body were no match for the hook pierced through its lip.
When the imp eagerly reached out to grab the fish, Sammy blocked the action with an arm.
“Careful, you could impale yourself on the hook. Allow me.”
Nimble fingers skillfully detached the critter from the line. He examined it closely, curious about a fish that could survive in this environment. Upon remembering a conversation he overheard between Audrey and Wilson’s ex-housekeeper, he divined the fish’s species.
“I believe this is a ‘yellow perch,’” Sammy explained, offering it to Bendy.
The toon excitedly snatched the poor thing from his grip. Clinging to his prize with both hands, he fixed it with an awestruck expression unbefitting the ruler of this realm.
Unamused, the musician wiped the fish slime on his trousers, returning his attention to his own rod.
“Now, it’s up to you to decide its fate,” Sammy explained with a disinterested wave. “You can eat it, if that is your desire. We can take it back to the kitchens and cook it there. It is rather small, so I’m not sure it would be worth it. If you are feeling merciful, you can release-”
Crunch
The unexpected sound prompted Sammy to glance at Bendy just in time to witness him swallowing whatever was in his mouth. The fish was nowhere to be seen.
The toon blinked at him with an innocent grin, then pointed at the bacon soup can by his side.
Wordless, Sammy handed over the item and watched as the little demon dug out another piece of bacon to attach to his line.
Perhaps his Lord was still in there somewhere.
*Bonus scene I’m too tired to write out properly.
They keep fishing. Bendy eats every fish he catches and Sammy either throws his catches back or gives them to the lil’ demon.
Eventually, the former musician starts whistling some tune he wrote/made-up. After a few seconds, a bunch of gilson fish float to the top of the lake/pool they’re at (probably the harbor from the first game).
They both freeze in shock. Since Sammy stopped whistling, the gilson quickly recover and swim back underwater.
Bendy loses his shit. He starts jumping up and down, then grabs Sammy by the strap of his overalls, pulls him to his level and frantically gestures at the water.
Sammy gets the hint and starts whistling again.
Sure enough, the gilson return and Bendy runs off to find something to pull in all those new tasty treats. Poor Sammy is stuck whistling until he comes back.
**Bonus bonus scene, Audrey and Henry yelling at Sammy for unintentionally drugging the little guy after he ate about 10-20 gilson (I imagine it would take a lot to knock out the Ink Demon, even in his toon form).
Thank you so much for reading! This was my first time writing Sammy, so please let me know how I did! I would love to hear your feedback, especially since his arc is coming up soon in my main fic.
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Every UMich Monday question 2021-22, ranked
God bless umich social for giving us every single one of these gems of pure distilled characterization. To celebrate, I watched all of them in order. The most interesting season-long trends were Eddy’s suggestibility (consistently willing to agree with whatever anybody else tells him), GVW’s obvious belief that every single one of his answers is supremely clever (when in fact they are just as dumb if not dumber than everyone else’s), and the way that Truss always cherubically looks at the ceiling instead of the camera.
20. What’s your favorite Coach Pearson saying? (January 26, 2022)
Charming question but provided minimal character information.
Best answer: Whoever says “Breathe, Truss!” in the background. Worst answer: Everybody who says “Nothing more, nothing less” but fails to use the appropriate hand gesture as demonstrated by GVW, Beech, and Jimmy.
19. Who’s going to win the Superbowl? (February 13, 2022)
It would have been cooler if they’d skipped this question and just posted more pics from their Joe Burrow cosplay party.
Best answer: Loyal Michigan boys the Nicks (“Detroit Rams.”) Worst answer: Eh, there’s only two options, can’t ding anybody here.
18. Who has the weirdest and the best pregame rituals? (January 20, 2022)
All of the other questions that encouraged chirping scored high in these rankings, but the guys really whiffed on this one. They mostly just made up lies about each other, and they weren’t even funny lies.
Best answer: Bords. (“Matty Beniers. We leave for the rink, me and Truss, and he’s going to take his nap. I think that’s pretty weird.”) Thanks, Thom, for the reminder that you live in throuple bliss, as if any of us forgot for even one second. Worst answer: Everyone who roasts Dylan. Leave Dylan alone!
17. If you could play one other sport besides hockey, what would it be? (February 16, 2022)
Honestly, Monday question content went through a dim era while the Olympians were gone.
Best answer: Noah (Chess) Worst answer: Jimmy (Quidditch)
16. What is your guilty pleasure song? (November 24, 2021)
A strong early entry in the series, but it falls down the ranking due to the absence of chirping.
Best answer: Mackie singing California Gurls. Worst answer: Eddy (“Supermarket Flowers, by Ed Sheeran.”)
15. Who would play you in a movie? (November 2, 2021)
At the time, this appeared to be a strong start to the series. But the content trended sharply uphill over the course of the season, and when reviewed in context, this one has too many boring repeat answers. Sorry, but this is not a team full of Bradley Coopers, Brad Pitts, Will Ferrells, and the cast of Happy Gilmore.
Best answer: Mackie (Zac Efron) Worst answer: The first of Brendan’s three increasingly terrible answers is Jack Sparrow, which, while an apt comparison, is not an actor.
14. Who will have the most points at World Juniors? (December 17, 2021)
The questions with the most potential are the ones where they’re asked about their teammates, but this one suffers from its breakdown along predictable USA/Canada lines.
Best answer: GVW. (“I plead the Fifth.” [exits frame] [remembers where he’s from] [runs back into frame] “Just joking, I think it’s gonna be Matt Beniers. Go Seattle Kraken!”) Worst answer: Owen. (“Kent Johnson.”) Owen we KNOW, okay. We know you’re obsessed with him.
13. Wheels or doors? (March 16, 2022)
The blank canvas of this query ends up shedding a surprising amount of light on their idiotic thought processes. “I started with doors, but I think wheels now,” Truss says, looking aimlessly upwards. “I’ve had a lot of good cases brought to me.”
Best answer: Nick. (Coach: “How many mullets are in this building?” Nick: “How many mullets? Not enough.”) Worst answer: Matty, guessing that there are probably a lot of wheels in a hotel only to later prove himself wrong.
12. Who has the best/weirdest tape job? (February 1, 2022)
I am very intrigued by the deep respect that everyone has for Owen’s tape jobs. This is also the video in which we learned that Mark’s nickname was Stahp Sign.
Best answer: Bords, because his accent’s unusually prominent. Worst answer: Steve Holtz, who cannot figure out how to explain his two sticks.
11. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? (January 11, 2022)
A classic question. Too many Spidermen on this team, but I remain very curious about why Owen’s desired superpower is to read minds.
Best answer: Truss. (“A power that makes you big, like Owen.”) Worst answer: Brendan. Sweetie, Tobey McGuire is the worst possible Spiderman to be.
10. Is a hot dog a sandwich? (November 30, 2021)
There are so many varieties of idiocy on display as these guys vehemently defend their answers without making a single coherent argument. Loses a point due to everyone eventually reaching consensus.
Best answer: Jimmy (“I mean, the world isn’t going to change if a hot dog’s a sandwich.”) Worst answer: Owen (“It’s gotta have sandwich meat.”)
9. What’s your favorite holiday tradition? (December 17, 2021)
This one scores high for the background heckling, especially the howls of “Going back to Saskatoon!”
Best answer: Brendan. (“Going up north and hunting with Morgs and Jay.”) Worst answer: Nick Granowicz. (“Spending time with family.”) Give us something better, Grano.
8. Who on the team would you call in case of emergency? (April 6, 2022)
Thanks to this video for finally giving us a Nick Granowicz characterization! It also features Truss sweetly disarmed by Owen and Kent telling him they would obviously pick him, quickly followed by Thom’s indignation at Matty picking Truss too. However: why would not a single member of this team call their captain in case of emergency?
Best answer: Jimmy. (“Definitely not Briss.”) Worst answer: Dylan choosing the teammate who was ready to cook and eat him.
7. What is your favorite memory or the funniest moment from this season so far? (March 25, 2022)
It is extremely tempting to rank this video higher due to Thom looking like a figure skater in his tank top and warmup jacket while gazing adoringly at Brendan. However, too many guys had boring-ass answers like “Winning the B1G championship” instead of expanding on the time Moyle pantsed Phil at BD’s Mongolian Grill.
Best answer: Thom, sweetly noting Jack Leavy's first game. Worst answer: All the other serious ones.
6. What’s your ideal date? (February 9, 2022)
This video ranks high on the strength of Mackie’s answer alone. (“It’d be Duker if he looked like a girl.”) Just serve me up a ship on a silver platter and sauce it with gender feelings, thanks.
Best answer: Dylan. (“Swipe into the dining hall. South Quad.”) Worst answer: Luke. (“It would definitely be, like, taking me to a Lakers game. Or like a Knicks game.”) Luke Hughes does not woo you, you woo him.
5. What New Year’s resolution would you make for your teammates? (January 6, 2022)
This is a perfect question, since it not only asks them about their teammates, it encourages roasting them. This is the video that revealed Matty’s gummy bear habit, and foreshadowed more fascinating/horrifying content about the state of the seniors’ house.
Best answer: Dylan. (“Luke Hughes. Wear headphones when he watches Harry Potter.”) Worst answer: Jay. (“My New Year’s solution… My New Year’s revolution… I am going to revolutionize 2022.”)
4. What breed of dog would you be? (March 10, 2022)
Quality content from top to bottom, from ever-suggestible Eddy affirming TikTok’s opinion of him as a golden retriever to the brutal roasting of hairless cat Luke Hughes.
Best answer: Owen. (Beniers Mountain Dog.) Worst answer: Brendan. (Brissbese Mountain Dog.)
3. What’s your hidden talent? (February 23, 2022)
10/10. 100/10. Infinity/10. There is no score high enough for the casually entitled way Brendan tugs up Matty’s jersey, Brendan’s indignation when confronted with the possibility that there is something he does not know about Matty’s body, or Brendan’s delight at Matty’s dumb talent as compared to his indifference to Phil’s objectively much more impressive talent.
Best answer: Luke. (“You can ask Truscott for my hidden talent.”) Worst answer: GVW failing to wiggle his ears.
2. If you were a kitchen appliance, what would you be? (April 1, 2022)
This question delivers personal insight while also offering broad opportunities for chirping. The resulting video captures so many themes of the whole season: Luke’s inability to run with a joke, Thom being cool as hell, Dylan “Panface” Duke, minifridge Kent embracing his identity as a tiny little guy, Brendan seizing the spotlight and running his mouth. I considered awarding one million bonus points for the sound of Brendan smacking his chest, but I recognize that is important only to me.
Best answer: Noah, pretending to crank a pasta machine with his blocker. Worst answer: Luke’s fragile masculinity.
1. If you were stranded on an island with one teammate, who would you want it to be? (November 17, 2021)
The top of the list has to be the video that launched so many important characterizations for this crew. Terrifying cannibal Morgs! Helpful Truss! Poor crestfallen Dylan!
Best answer: Owen (“Jacob Truscott. He knows why.”) Worst answer: None. Every single moment of this video is golden.
* Unranked (November 9, 2021)
Unranked due to cultural insensitivity, which is a shame, because if this video was accurately titled “What Animal Would You Be?” Bordy’s announcement that he would be a unicorn would vault this into the top tier. (Also showing excellent self-awareness: Dylan as a panda.)
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(is it too late to participate in this wonderful idea ?! i've never seen someone do sumn like this so i'll give it a try if its still open or so!)
💍 w/ xiao if u don't mind !! i am a very open minded person who is also straightforward when i have to & a bit shy but once you get to know me personally, i am very clingy but i also know my boundaries. hobbies are Uh i don't go outside so i tend to play rpg or fps games instead at home! But of course I still Touch grass when i feel like it ^^ WOO SURPRISE MEE
(hey, sorry for taking so long to fill out your request! hope you understand, and here it is! (p.s: i may or may not have previously written most of this when it was 5 am, so i literally had no idea what i was doing...i only proof-read and edited it a little bit. nonetheless, i hope you still like it!!)
matching frog hats & dino onesies
xiao feels absolutely humiliated right now. wearing this itchy and ridiculous-looking hat made him feel like burrowing deep within the earth (six feet sounds about right) and staying hidden in the ground for the rest of eternity. the fact that you were recording everything on your phone made it all worse. stop, i look stupid, he said, tugging the frog hat further down to cover his pink cheeks. you merely laughed, as if you relished his embarrassment, and forced him to show his face for the camera. say froggie! you teased, snapping a pic after your reel finished and saving it onto your phone. i hate you, xiao muttered under his breath, yanking off the hat and unzipping the dinosaur onesie you bought for when it got cold. i love you too, you replied, giving him a kiss before dashing off to put the finishing touches on your posts.
lighting sparklers on new years
he didn't understand what the point was for lighting sparklers on new years eve when there was a large firework showcase going off right now. but you insisted and since he didn't really have the power within himself to deny your request, he reluctantly agreed and was immediately dragged out of the household, box of sparklers loosely gripped in his hand. honestly, you're acting like it's christmas day all over again, xiao said with a delicate snort, striking a match againt the box and lighting two sparklers, one for you and one for himself. do we really need to do this? he inquired when you whipped out your phone once more to "capture the moment". you only nodded, focusing on changing the lighting and filters on your phone so that the picture turned just right. see, look how pretty it looks! you exclaimed, holding out your phone for him to see. but his attention drifted elsewhere, particularly on the happy smile that adorned your features. yeah, pretty...ahem, are we going to just let them go out or do you plan on doing more pictures? xiao cleared his throat awkwardly, tugging desperately at the collar of his shirt to cover the blush that threatened to creep further up the nape of his neck. you thought nothing of it and continued snapping away, gleeful as could be.
he's obsessed w/sanrio (keroppi and kuromi)
he'd probably not admit this to anyone except you, but he really enjoys sanrio merchandise, more specifically, keroppi and kuromi. call him a geek all you want, but he'll immediately make a beeline for the sanrio items whenever the two of you head to a daiso* store. look, this reminds me of you, xiao will say, holding up a my melody plushie, pointing at her sweet expression. you, on the other hand, looked less amused and simply went back to testing out the different pens and highlighters they had to see if there was anything you could add to your stationary collection. can we get this? xiao asked, holding up a kuromi keychain (no doubt for his car keys) and a kuroppi pin. you nodded and headed towards the cashier line. at least now i know what i can get you for your birthday, you said jokingly as the two of you made your way back to the car. xiao wasn't really paying attention, focusing on pinning kuroppi on his sweater.
hosting game night
he's not really interested in playing video games, but he has tried a few, specifically animal crossing and a pokemon game called pokemon remix cafe. xiao prefers chill and relaxing games, not ones where you feel the need to scream at your screen and throw your controller across the room. so when you suggest a game night, xiao can't help but feel a bit wary what he's getting himself looped into. he's absolutely relieved when you introduce him to a rpg game and soon, he became hooked (although, he still prefers watching you play than himself playing it). he'll come sit next to you and watch the story unfold before he gets so into he decides to start the game for himself. results in the two of you playing side by side and sharing each other's progress within the game.
doing his hair
since xiao has short hair, the only hairdo you could manage with him was a weird-looking pair of pigtails and the occasional ponytail if he lets his hair grow out. one time, he let it go past his shoulders and you attempted to do a french braid. is this really necessary? he said while you kept tugging on his hair, braiding it together. yes, yes it is. now quite whining, i'm almost done. with that, you swiftly tied the end of the braid and swung it over his shoulder. there. what do you think? you brought him over to a mirror, gesturing dramatically at his new hairdo. i look like a woman with this hair, xiao said, deadpanning hard. no you don't, you look fine. xiao looked up at you and reached up to touch his braid. take me to the barber's. you reeled back, horrified. all of his luxoriously soft locks being cut? you wouldn't stand for it. no! xiao sighed and got up. fine, then i'll just cut it myself.
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