#this short thing was to test the tags 😅

[4law]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 — luffy x gn!reader

college au, sfw. facetiming impatient luffy to arrange date plans.

luffy doesn’t understand why or how it takes you so long to get ready.

“huh? you said your lecture ends at two.”

you huff— it was always like this. he never seemed to give any thought as to how long it would take for you to walk across campus and drive home, or consider that you’d have to speak to your professor after class, or even just the amount of time it would take for you to unpack your bag and grab the things you need to go on a date with him. “yeah,” you nod, “but i have to shower and get ready, silly.”

your eyes narrow at your screen when his head tilts so very innocently, his own confused eyes staring right back at you. “so i can stop by at 2:30?”

“no,” there’s a little sigh from you. “i’ll still be driving home at 2:30, luffy.”

regardless, you know deep down that he means well. he’s always too excited to spend time with you— too excited to wait an hour or two longer, at least. you love him and his flexible schedule dearly, but not enough to willingly go back outside without a shower and a change of clothes first.

“man,” he scratches an itch on his head, “that’s too complicated.” there’s a short pause before he perks up again. “i’ll just be at your place at two!— wanna watch you get ready!”

you rub your temples. this wasn’t the first time, so you already know what to expect next. the first few minutes, it always starts with him sitting on your bed, excitedly bouncing up and down as he watches you pack your things.

in five minutes, he’s staring at your ceiling.

in ten minutes, he’s laying down on your floor starfish style, giggling as you complain about how the floor is dirty and he shouldn’t lay on it.

and in fifteen minutes, he’s fast asleep, mouth ajar to snore loudly beside you.

[sardonic-sprite]

I lived, bitch

Hi, wow, it's been a while. Like. A while. Sorry 'bout that. *rubs back of my neck sheepishly*

Long story short the big issue I stepped away to deal with is ok. Family drama, it was a whirlwind for like 3 weeks then nothing then kinda is maybe healing idk. It's not exactly my problem (that sounds harsh but) so that's all I'm gonna say on that front.

I've been away for basically the entire semester tho and honestly, I needed to bc I really don't wanna know what my grades would look like rn otherwise... 😅 In addition to that I finally have a general direction for grad school which meant a massive overhaul in my plans for undergrad (changed my wholeass major with three semesters to go) and just honestly so much fucking chaos but it's good now.

By the time I post this, I will be... entering finals week, with everything for the semester done except sitting my tests (and a final paper). I will however have 3 summer classes until early June, so I won't be very productive during that time, although I hope to interact some here.

In all that mean time, I'll slowly work through responding to asks and replying to things that I have been tagged on (but how far back tumblr lets me look idk, so don't be offended if I don't get to something). I'm also gonna try to manage my time better, so if you really want me to see something moving forward, best idea is to send it to me directly or @ me!

As far as ao3, I have one podfic pre-recorded which I will post to celebrate completing finals, but right now absolutely nothing else that is post ready. I'm going to be organizing my wips tho, and slowly working through posted wips and the remaining gifts from whumptober (sorry to keep y'all waiting) but will *not* be starting/working on any "unseen" projects, nor will I be taking requests for some time. Thanks for understanding.

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 41

thank you to everyone who's keeping up with this longass, slow to update story!! i'll keep updating the pinned post on my blog just in case some of y'all prefer to wait a while to read several chapters at once, i know they short 😅

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

(i'm assuming you still want tagged in these?)

Your mind should’ve been reeling over the fact that you just insulted a king to his face only for him to turn around and tell you he liked it. It should’ve also still been reeling about how the same king had completely and utterly rearranged your guts just earlier.

But it wasn’t.

Junior barely avoided a banana that Morton dropped, but Ludwig hit it hard and went spinning out; at the same time, Junior let fly a red shell, and Morton wasn’t quite able to dodge the homing device, allowing the youngest koopa to fly out in front.

Bowser genuinely hadn’t minded, and had calmed you down so naturally that you were almost alarmed. He’d been surprisingly good to you so far, like you couldn’t do any wrong… and you were starting to wonder what would happen when you did inevitably fuck up. Hopefully he hadn’t put you on such a pedestal as to have it come crashing down when you proved fallible…

The moment the boys crashed through some item boxes, both Morton and Ludwig threw them - Morton chucked a banana forward at the same time Ludwig threw a red shell. The shell skidded under the banana and straight for Junior, but Junior was ready; at the last moment, he sent a green shell flying backwards, shattering the threat to his lead.

You’d just have to wait and see, you supposed; things were just getting started between you two, and even the healthiest of couples probably argued sometimes. The test would be how you two reconciled, depending on the infraction.

Morton flew through an item block, now behind not only Junior but Ludwig as well. No sooner did the little star appear in his hand than he used it - his speed picked up fairly dramatically on top of his new glowing status, and he quickly began to close the gap between himself and his eldest brother. Ludwig barely had time to move before Morton came barreling past him.

Unfortunately, that chosen moment was right on a sharp turn, and Morton was going much too fast to be able to handle the corner. Even more unfortunately, it had been a turn onto the stretch of road that ran through the lava field without guardrails; he went careening off the edge toward the boiling lava below, Ludwig quickly overtaking him with what seemed to be a laugh.

“Morton!” you cried, and you could even feel Bowser tense behind you, but just like before he held you fast in his lap.

“Remember what I said,” he rumbled quietly, although the vague strain of his voice was easy enough for you to hear.

“How–?!”

Literally as you asked that question, a lakitu came rising up with a fishing pole in hand. Morton was somehow on the end of the line, obviously fuming as his kart got plopped back onto the road a little unceremoniously. He took off the second he could, but he was now well behind both of his brothers.

“See? There’s never real danger.” Bowser gently rubbed his chin on your head again, purring quietly.

You let out a little whimper as you pressed yourself as close to Bowser as you could. “Doesn’t mean it’s not terrifying… you can’t tell me you didn’t worry briefly, too.”

“Of course I did!” he scoffed. “But they’re my kids. Well as I know the game, don’t mean I won’t still worry ‘bout ‘em.”

At least he was man enough to admit it, you supposed. And he had a point - they were his kids, not yours, yet here you are worrying like a distraught mother. Bowser had seemed like the type to just let his kids do whatever without worrying too much, so you were actually sort of glad to realize that wasn’t the case, and that maybe he just knew how to let the kids make their own mistakes. Based on his flinch, you knew he’d be willing to do what was needed for them if necessary, but if he knew it wasn’t…

“Are there ever any times you do step in?” you asked softly as you watched Junior use “bad” items to routinely block the shells coming at him.

Somehow, Ludwig and Morton weren’t getting lucky with items anymore.

“All the time… or at least, I used to. My kids is pretty good at knowing their limits now, though. We been through enough rigamarole they know when to ask for help, or when I might go off on ‘em. I mean, Junior still learnin’, but he is the youngest,” he murmured.

You nodded, gently squeezing his hand with both of yours. That sounded fair enough, and still allowed the kids to make their own mistakes if they thought they could handle something.

Bowser chuffed above you and used both of his arms to gently squeeze you against him.

Down on the tracks, it was little surprise to see Junior sail over the finish line first, both of his little fists in the air from the obvious win. Ludwig came second, several seconds behind him and pouting, which meant poor Morton came last with a scowl on his face the whole way. You felt a little for him - he’d gotten a star, after all, and still came in last place! But then he’d also tried to drift around that sharp corner…

“Let’s go meet ‘em,” Bowser grunted, suddenly shifting you into his arms.

“Ah–” You barely had time to realize what was happening before he was taking the steps down two at a time, though he managed to keep from jostling you too much.

As he entered the hallway that led to the stairs down, he hummed quietly, thoughtfully. “Y’know, I think once we get back to our room-” Your eyes snapped wide at his use of the phrase ‘our room’ “-I think it’s about time you tell me your name, huh, darlin’?”

If you weren’t so blindsided by how his room was now y’all’s room, you might’ve sighed and tried to downplay it or put it off. But you were once again reeling for the umpteenth time that day at something incredibly unexpected that all you could do was nod and give him a weak response.

“Y-yeah… I’ll explain then…”

“Good! But first, we gotta congratulate the boys on a decent race. I’m sure Morton could use a big hug after that humiliatin’ defeat,” Bowser chuckled softly.

Yeah, honestly, after watching him almost fall into lava, you were pretty eager to hug the poor kid. Plus Ludwig would probably like a hug, and Junior… well, maybe even he’d want one! But you weren’t totally sure just yet. At any rate, you were happy for a change of subject.

“Yeah. But you’re gonna have to put me down for that, you know,” you smiled a bit.

Bowser scoffed, but you could see the playful smile on his maw. “We’ll see about that.”

[pilesofpillows]

Stars Aglow Ch. 2 || Okoye x Attuma

A Sea of Stars ~ Part 3 of 3

Ch. 1

Summary: It's time! Okoye is in labor, and everyone gets a lil panicky.

Warnings: Fluff, Family Feels, Pregnancy, Childbirth

Tags: @theeblackmedusa @theemfingmenace @xenokattz @tvreadsandsleep @mickimomo @xblackreader @ariyannah @iccedays @karimk2 @mamajankyy @dontruinmymorning @formyloveoflove @princess-of-gondor

A/N: Remember how I said we would meet the babies in this chapter? Yeah... I was wrong. 😅 Technically (!) its not my fault. The muse was musing and I had to flow with her. I also didn't want to drop a beastly 6k word chapter on y'all.

Anywho!! Babies for abso-frickin-lutely in Part 3, I pinky swear.

It started slowly.

She didn't even notice at first.

Small twinges in her back and side were ignored. Light cramps left her winded momentarily, but they were a near-daily occurrence, so she pushed through. Pain and discomfort were old friends. 

Then, she, Nakia, and Junior were having lunch at an old favorite when a longer cramp hit, making her wince visibly. 

"Sisi? " Nakia froze and put her fork down, quiet concern in her voice. 

Okoye's fork hovered over her plate of cassava ravioli, and she braced one hand on her stomach. "I'm fine," she held up a finger to stop her sister's protests, "The children are just active today."

Nakia looked disbelieving but didn't push. They finished their meal and wrapped up to pay when she was struck with another cramp. She breathed through it silently, not wanting to draw attention to herself. As the trio made their way back to Okoye's house, she felt a third cramp. The fourth and fifth came after parking Toussaint in front of the television and heading to the nursery to fold and coo over baby clothing. They were short, a little over 30 seconds, but they were steady and consistent, one coming every half hour. 

She glanced at the elaborate sun-shaped clock on the nursery wall, a gift from Attuma's brother, silently counting how long she'd been having contractions.

"Four hours," Nakia said, answering her unvoiced question. 

Okoye's eyes snapped to hers, and she swallowed thickly. "When did you start counting?"

"You had one just before Attuma left this morning. And one more shortly before we headed to the Square. I wasn't certain until we were seated for lunch."

Okoye stared blankly for a moment, setting down the stack of infant-sized tee shirts in her hands. Her mind raced as she realized what this all meant. 

She needed to call Attuma. 

"Sisi? Ulungile? [Are you okay?]" Nakia's voice was a distant thing. 

Another glance at the clock told her he would be home in less than an hour. She could wait until then. There was time; Dr. Langeni told them she could be in labor for 48 hours. But then again, they didn't know how quickly things would move, especially considering her children could be enhanced. They were the first to be born between the surface and the sea. And despite the gambit of tests that had been run on her, Attuma, and the babies, there were more than a few unknowns. Her heart began to race as the next contraction hit, the sixth since lunch. This one came a little faster than the last and lasted longer than the others. 

She needed to call her mother. 

"Okoye." Nakia was standing in front of her, hands gripping hers. "Listen to me, usisi. I need you to breathe."

She exhaled slowly and felt her eyes watering. 

She wanted Attuma.

"Can you-," she started. Her voice was a choked whisper as she fought back the tears that would most assuredly prove useless and tried again. "I need-," The words were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, and her eyes burned. 

Panic serves no one. Ramonda's voice was clear and crisp, resonating in her mind. A reminder from the early days of her Dora training, one that had served her well from War Dog extractions to alien battlefields. She clung to it ruthlessly, letting the Queen's voice anchor her drifting thoughts. 

Fear is acceptable; falling apart is not. She would not fall apart. 

Closing her eyes, Okoye took a deep breath. She held it for four seconds and exhaled for six. Again, in for four, out for six. Nakia realized what she was doing and went silent, breathing in tandem. A few more cycles, and she felt her heart slow and her mind calm. 

Find your strength and conquer your fears. Fear was acceptable and conquerable, and she would conquer hers.

Okoye opened her eyes to see the familiar brown she'd known since childhood. Nakia was here, steady as the river of her home. Her sister nodded with a small smile and helped her into the rocking recliner in the corner of the room.

She squatted in front of her. "Tell me what you want, 'Koye," Nakia said, squeezing her fingers. "Should I call Attuma? Or would you like me to activate the protocol? I know it's early, but we can go in now; everyone is ready."

Okoye considered her options. Activating the protocol would only incite panic; she'd only agreed to it in case of emergencies, and this was not emergent. Calling Attuma would also be futile. He would be home soon, and they could head to the palace then.

"Call Mama," she told Nakia quietly. "Attuma will be home in less than an hour, and we'll all go together."

Nakia didn't hesitate. "Okay."

When Attuma entered their home 43 minutes later, he froze, momentarily caught off guard by the extra bodies in their house. Afternoons were typically reserved for the two of them; their walk, nap, and hammock time were practically ritual, and while deviations occurred, they were rare and communicated ahead of time. He dried himself off and stored his armor. He passed by Toussaint, placing an affectionate hand on his head. Their nephew barely moved, thoroughly engrossed in whatever was playing on the holographic screen before him as he intensely colored a map of Wakanda. Attuma leaned over her quickly to greet her mother, who stood behind their sofa, pecking her on the cheek and muttering a polite, if confused hello. He glanced down, watching her mother as she wove her braids together to keep them out of her face while she labored. Okoye wondered if he would notice the reason for their presence before she told him.

Her beloved watched for a few more moments before dropping to a knee in front of her and cupping her face, kissing her gently. "In K'iino'." Her easy smile was rewarded with another kiss before he moved his hands down to her belly. "In eek'o'obo'. [My stars.]" he murmured, placing three kisses across her bump and smiling proudly when he felt his children respond, pushing back on his palms. 

Okoye marveled at the peace that stole over her at the familiar greeting. Her mother's arrival had helped settle some of her nerves, but her heart had ached for him. And now, here he was, smiling up at her with unmatched adoration and devotion. 

She wanted him forever. 

"Welcome home, sithandwa sam," she smiled, running her fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek. His eyes were the loveliest shade of brown she'd ever seen, and they shone with love so deep, she thought she'd drown. Her thumb found the scar from their first encounter, her scar, and she traced it gently, utterly enraptured by him. 

Okoye's mother cleared her throat, breaking their reverie, and announced that her work was done. Attuma's eyes darted up, and he smiled at the woman before grasping Okoye's hand and kissing the center of her palm sweetly as he stood. He moved to sit with her on the sofa, and she let out a quiet hiss, another contraction hitting her sharply. 

Attuma's reaction was immediate. He dropped back down to his knees, cradling her face and belly with wide, panicked eyes. "In yakunaj? Ma'alobech? [Are you well?]"

As the contraction passed, she let out a low hum and smiled wanly at him. "I was going to wait until after you took a shower, but I suppose now is as good a time as any." She covered his hand with her own. "It seems your stars are finally ready to make an appearance." 

Okoye watched him process her words, fighting back a snort, and failed to stifle her amusement as his eyes widened, darting between her face and belly. 

"Truly? Is it-? Are you-?"

"Yes, sithandwa, my labor has begun," she confirmed with a smile.

"Then we must go to the Citadel. Immediately!" Attuma urged, his words tumbling out in a rush. He looked beyond Okoye to her mother. "Mama, would you activate the protocol and take Chan Báalam ? I will carry our bags and in K'iino . Where is Nakia? Are we taking the transport? Of course not, it is not safe. Can you call Nacom Ayo or perhaps Ixjaw Shuri? One of them could fly a hovercraft here. We must-"

Okoye grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him, silencing his panicked rambling. She released his lips slowly, drawing back."Breathe, Attuma." 

He blinked, letting out a deep breath, and she slid her hands to the nape of his neck, massaging the base of his skull. "Nakia went to collect her and Junior's things; she will return soon. Mama is going to call Ayo while you shower, and when you're done, you can carry me and the bags wherever we need to go."

"The protocol-"

"-can be activated from anywhere on the surface or below. It will certainly work aboard the hovercraft."

His brow was creased, dark eyes staring up at her, worry bleeding into his tone as he pleaded, " In K'iino' ..."

Bast help her if their children ever fixed her with the same pitiful look on her beloved's face. 

"In Xook … I promise you; no harm will come to me or our children if you take 30 minutes to wash the day away. I will be right here when you return," she assured him.

Attuma looked intensely torn, his face downturned in a frown. He sighed deeply and kissed her once more before rising to his feet. 

"I will return in 15 minutes. I don't wish to delay any longer," he said and strode quickly out of the room.

Okoye watched him leave, shaking her head lightly. She held back her chuckles until she locked eyes with her mother. They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into peals of laughter, drawing Toussaint's attention from his place on the floor. 

"What's so funny, umakhulu?" he asked, removing his headphones and drawing himself to his knees. 

Okoye's laughter intensified at his question, and it fell to her mother to answer him. Her mother pressed her lips together, trying to contain her amusement as their laughs faded into snickers, and she wiped a tear from her eye as she sat down beside Okoye. "Just your uncle, umfana omnandi [sweet boy]. Your umakazi loves a very dramatic man."

T'Challa looked utterly confused by the statement. "What's dramatic?"

Okoye's laughter rang throughout the house once more.

~~~

They left their home 27 minutes later. 

Nakia returned with her bags and Aneka as Attuma emerged from their bedroom. Aneka informed them that her wife was five minutes out, and Okoye rolled her eyes at the absurdity of using the royal hovercraft to go from her house to the palace. She attempted to get up from the sofa to collect her things but was immediately stopped by every adult in the room. A trio of stern gazes and one worried look from Aneka made her stay put, breathing carefully through another contraction as her family gathered everything on the detailed checklists her mother had made nearly two months ago. 

Aneka assisted Toussaint with packing up his things, and he petitioned her to hang his brightly colored map on Okoye's refrigerator. Her sister-in-arms took the picture after a nod from Okoye and strode over to do as he asked. Her nephew settled himself between her legs, taking it upon himself to have one more conversation with the babies before they were born, instructing them to be good and to come quick because he was excited to meet them and play. She kissed his head sweetly, explaining that the babies would not be ready to play for a long while once they were born. 

T'Challa nodded sagely. “That’s okay, umakazi.” He leaned down, cupping his mouth as if telling a secret. "When I am six," he attempted to whisper to her belly, "I will teach you all Go Fish."

Okoye giggled into her fist, then bit down, her amusement turning to a hushed groan as a contraction struck fiercely. Attuma's head snapped toward her, having heard the muted sound of pain, and she held up a hand, assuring him she was alright. As the cramping sensation passed, the quiet whoosh of the hovercraft landing announced Ayo's arrival, and they filed out to the ship, Attuma carrying her into the Royal Talon Fighter as promised. 

As they landed in the palace courtyard, Toussaint hugged her and Attuma goodbye. He would be staying with M’Baku for the duration of her labor, and Nakia squeezed her hand, saying she would meet them in the Amnio after dropping him off. Ayo and Aneka parted ways with them once they entered the palace, the General heading off to change out of her uniform into something more suitable for supporting one of her oldest friends while she birthed new lives. 

Shuri and Dr. Langeni met them at the elevator bay, the princess chewing on her lower lip nervously while her obstetrician greeted them with a wide smile and asked about her early labor. Okoye filled her in on the duration and length between her contractions elevator ride, ignoring Attuma's pointed stare as she informed her that she'd likely been having contractions since the late morning. Dr. Langeni let out a huff of laughter and assured them that she'd had more than a few mothers who mistook early labor signs as day-to-day pregnancy discomforts. 

"Ixtli and her team are already getting set up in the Amnio, and the other half of our team is on standby, ready to jump in when we need them. Let's get you set up, and once we get a better idea of how far along you are and how the babies are doing, we can talk about what to expect. Sound good?"

"Sounds good," Okoye said, glancing up at Attuma, who nodded once. 

The older woman gave her a wide, reassuring smile. "Good! Then let's go have some babies."

~~~

Several hours and too many contractions later, she and Attuma were on their third lap of the Royal Gardens, trying to move things along. Her contractions were getting longer and closer together, but her water had yet to break, so things were stalled for the moment. 

“Have you given any more thought to names?” Attuma asked her as they passed by the sweet-smelling peonies.

Okoye blew out a breath; names were a topic they’d stalled on many times. They both knew names were burdensome things, and she wanted to see her children’s eyes before giving them a name that might not fit. Attuma had agreed with her, but now it seemed something had changed. She looked at him, studying the set of his jaw in the soft moonlight. “Have you?”

He was silent for a moment, looking to the stars before answering her. “I know we agreed to wait and know our children before we have them names, and I still wish this.” He gazed back down at her with pleading eyes. “I also wish to name one of our sons after my father. He was an honorable war chief with a courageous spirit.”

“So confident in your assertions that we will have sons, krebe,” Okoye said through grit teeth, tightening her grip on his hand as a long contraction rippled through her. Attuma paused their walking and braced a hand on her back, silently supporting her as she continued their conversation as though nothing was happening. “What will you do if we have a daughter?”

“Pray to Bast, Chaac, and perhaps Hanuman as well that she is not nearly as lethal or stubborn as her mother,” he quipped back.

She shot him an unimpressed glare and pressed on with their walk after the pain passed, meandering through the proteas. Okoye quietly considered his request, already knowing her answer. She recalled the story of Attuma’s father sacrificing himself to protect Talokan when her beloved was just a boy and how his loss shaped the man he was now. 

Okoye hummed and ran her thumb over Attuma’s knuckles, voicing her approval. “Cadmael is a strong name, my love.”

“May Chaac & Bast help him to live up to it,” he replied, squeezing her hand.

Okoye squeezed back. “If he has even a tenth of your courage, I know for certain he will.” 

Attuma’s smile was brighter than the stars, and he kissed her tenderly, murmuring his thanks against her mouth. Their lips parted, and she smiled as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. They continued down the path, coming to the marble and vibranium fountain in the garden’s center, and Attuma stopped to grab a drink of water. 

“Well, at least one of our children has a name,” she chuckled before sobering, staring at the panthers wrought from Bast’s gift, remembering simpler days when she, T’Challa, and Nakia would play in the wide basin. They’d splash each other until they were drenched, then lay under the sun on the warm cobblestones to dry off. The pang of his loss resonated in her heart.

“I think… I would like to honor T’Challa.” Her voice wavered. “I know Toussaint carries his name, but I want to give our children a piece of him as well.”

Attuma pulled her into his arms, holding her as close as he could, resting on the ledge of the fountain’s basin. She tucked her head under his chin, letting the rumble of his voice soothe her. “I know he was more than a king to you, in yakunaj. Your brother was an honorable man, a noble one. I believe that whatever piece you choose to impart on our child will honor him and our son.”

A gentle breeze blew over them, and somehow, Okoye knew it was T’Challa. Accepting the blessing for what it was, she shut her eyes tightly, letting the bittersweet tears spill down her cheeks. Attuma stood as a silent sentry to her grief, allowing her the space to mourn without judgment. T’Challa’s body was gone, but his spirit remained, and she clung to it. Okoye took a deep breath and opened her eyes. 

She stepped back slightly and glanced at the stars, resting her hand on her lower belly. “Perhaps,” she started, “if we have another son, we might name him T’Khwezi.”

Attuma cupped the back of her neck and brought their foreheads together, placing his hand over hers. “A king of stars,” he whispered. “It is fitting, in K’iino’.”

Okoye laughed wetly. “That it is, ukrebe wam.”

His hand slid around her waist, resting on the curve of her back, and they lingered there for a moment longer. A strong contraction broke them out of their reverie, and she leaned into Attuma’s hold, bracing her hands on his shoulders. Okoye clenched her jaw as she felt the ripple of pain in her back. Attuma began singing a quiet tune he used to soothe sore muscles and aches, and she sighed at the small amount of relief it brought. Okoye straightened slowly as the cramping faded into a dull ache and shifted her stance. 

“Back inside?” Attuma’s question was more of a gentle suggestion, and she nodded. He stood to his full height, and they began their slow stroll back into the Citadel.

As they rounded the corner past the bush lilies, Okoye stopped suddenly, gasping as the sudden rush of wet between her legs alerted them to her water breaking. Her face heated in embarrassment, but the fierce tightening in her abdomen pushed any thoughts of humiliation from her mind, and she groaned.

“I think,” Okoye said, breathing heavily, “it may be time to get in the pool.”

Attuma’s eyes were filled with trepidation and concern as he waited for the contraction to pass. He made to pick her up, silently asking for permission, and she nodded curtly, wrapping an arm around his neck as he scooped her into his arms and carried her back into the palace.

A/N 2:

Nakia notices all things. It's why she's a really great spy.

Panicky Attuma fit the bill; argue with a wall.

You can pry adorable, no concept of time having Junior from my cold dead hands.

Yes, T'Khwezi is an entirely made-up name (thank you to @theemfingmenace) Khewzi means star in Xhosa and the T' prefix is a tribute to our fallen king (RIP CB 💕)

Ch. 3

[twopoppies]

Hello Gina.. hope you are having a good day so far..2023 larrie here.. I've discovered about larry after coming across quote tweets on some holivia pics and I wanted to see what was all that about.. I've seen most of the larry videos in relatively short period.. during which it kind of felt wow this is nice and started following harry and louis closely. But am very confused, I understand it is not on you to provide assurance or anything.. all these articles about different women linking to harry and also his personal trainer being there every wake second and HL being worlds apart and not acknowledging eachother does not make it easy.. i dont give flying f about the ladies am sure harry is gay.. so it's just harry seem to be encouraging his and brad been seeing together.. some twitter accounts say that may be H management wants to test the waters on how gp will take harry being with man.. which I dont understand.. I was trying to reason with a person who was so sure about bradrry and their only comment was larry is real only in fanfics and I couldn't say anything more🥺🥺

Hi darling. Welcome to the fandom. 😅 So, great of all, thank you for trying to figure things out on your own. I know there’s a ton and it can be very overwhelming. Because these are real people we’re talking about, I really can’t give you anything more than my opinion. If you haven’t already, I find both @daisiesonafield-blog and @skepticalarrie to have a really rational approach to things and also have a good tagging system for you to dig through.

My tags are much less organized, but you can see them here: MY TAGS (that’s part 1, you can navigate through the rest from there. I’m sure it needs updating and some day I’ll do a better job of organizing). My tag for BRAD is in there, too. You’ll likely find the many many times I’ve talked about him include my thoughts on why I think it’s ridiculous that they’re actually dating. That theory that there “testing the waters” is just nonsensical (having nothing to do with Brad, specifically).

Take a look around with all of that. If you still have questions, let me know. I’ll try to direct to an answer. 💜

[ramonaflow]

Summer Word Challenge

Weekly word: Bathing Suit

Thank you for the tag @mallpretzles 🥰

I know it's not summer anymore but I did want to complete this challenge.

Under the cut because it's long and smutty 😅

"We could go for a swim?"

"Mmm no. I don't think so."

"Why not? You were literally just complaining that it was too warm. A dip in the creek will cool you down."

"Ugh. Who knows what kind of creatures are lurking below the surface. And besides, we haven't brought bathing suits."

"David! There aren't any creatures lurking below the surface. And we don't need our bathing suits." Patrick looks around, just to double check. "There's nobody else here, could be fun…" He raises his non-existent eyebrows, fingertips starting to wander up David's thigh. David's breath catches as Patrick's fingers travel higher, "c'mon David. I could make it worth your while."

"Look, we've talked about this before. You know how I feel about this and you won't convince me!"

"Well, David," Patrick stands up, stripping his shirt off and throwing it at David. "I'm going in either way," he states, while slowly bending down and stepping out of his shorts. "It's up to you. You can stay here or you can come…" He catches David's eye and David knows he's going to follow him, he'd hoped he wouldn't be so easy to convince.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fine!" David scrambles to get up, hastily removing his own clothes and following Patrick. "Hold on! I'm coming Patrick, wait for me!"

Patrick looks like he's trying to hold a laugh in, and David hates how well he knows him already.

"What? What're you laughing at?" David asks indignantly.

"Nothing! I just thought you said something about me not being able to convince you."

"Yes, well. It's just that it's starting to get dark and I didn't want to stay over there on my own so…"

"Ok David." Patrick holds out his hand for David to take and then bounds toward the water dragging David along with him. As they reach the water's edge David lets go of Patrick and pauses while Patrick wades in. "Come on in David, the water's lovely and cool."

"Just give me a minute!" David dips his toe in to test it and then gingerly steps in.

"I promise it's fine—"

"I know!" David answers sharply.

Patrick moves swiftly toward David and wraps an arm around him, leading him further in until they're waist deep. "Um, that's far enough thank you! I need to be able to get out quickly if the need arises."

"Everything's fine David, you have nothing to worry about, honestly!" Patrick pulls David flush against him, arms winding around his waist and whispers, "Now, what can I do to make you more comfortable?"

"Mmm, I can think of one or two things." David brings both palms up to Patrick's cheeks and kisses him. Gently at first, but then Patrick's hands are also moving, one grasping the side of David's neck, the other around the back of his head, fingers twisting into his hair, roughly gripping and pulling his face down towards him, kissing him more forcefully. David moves with him willingly, he loves it when Patrick takes charge, loves being manhandled. He moans against Patrick's mouth and Patrick takes advantage of his open mouth by firmly pushing his tongue inside. David sucks his tongue and Patrick groans loudly, the sound shooting straight to David's cock. Then Patrick runs his hands down David's back, squeezing his ass hard, pulling him into him, and David relishes the feel of his solid body pressed against him, goosebumps prickling as the water cascades down his overheated skin. God, he's so fucking hot. David lifts his leg, wrapping it around Patrick's hip, trying to get some friction and feels him hardening against him. "Oh Jesus Christ, David. You feel so good," Patrick pants into his ear and then he hauls his thigh even higher and lifts him, and holy fuck, David might come just from that move. David wraps both of his legs around his waist, hooking his ankles together, clutching Patrick's shoulders, holding on for dear life as Patrick thrusts against him, sliding their cocks together. David is lost in sensation, the white hot heat searing through him, not realising how on the edge he is. A few more seconds is all it's gonna take—

"Wait. Stop!" David gasps suddenly, one hand on Patrick's chest.

Patrick stills immediately, "What? Did I do something?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just—" David starts to unpeel his limbs from Patrick's body, trying to climb down off of Patrick as gracefully as possible.

"What is it?" Patrick holds him steady, easing him back into the water.

"Look, I told you before, Patrick. We are not fucking in an open body of water."

"David, I'm sure it's—"

"We would be inviting all sorts of trouble, think of the bacteria!"

"Mmm bacteria. I love it when you talk dirty. Please tell me more." Patrick smirks.

"Oh ha ha! Did anybody ever tell you that you're funny?"

"Well actually, yes. I've been told on occasion that I'm pretty hilarious." Patrick winks.

"Hilarious? Mmm. Yes, well. Time to go Mr funny man."

"Ok, David "

They quickly gather their belongings, wrapping towels around themselves, and head back to the car, shivering in the rapidly cooling night air. Once they're back at the car, Patrick grabs David, pushing him forcefully against the door, kissing him hungrily, running a hand up his chest and pinching his nipple. "Now, where where we?" Patrick leans past David, deposits the bag on top of the car, quickly rummaging through it to find his shirt, before dropping the shirt at his feet and sinking to his knees so he's eye level with David's cock. Then he just stares at it for a second, looking at it like it's the most delicious thing he's ever seen. He licks his lips and leans in and David is ready to explode.

David gasps, "Oh fuck, yes please, Patrick," as Patrick wastes no time peeling down his wet underwear and getting to work at getting him off. David winds his fingers into Patrick's hair, gripping it tight while Patrick engulfs him, taking him all the way down until he feels his nose resting against his abdomen. David watches Patrick close his eyes, God he's so beautiful like this, feels more than hears Patrick moaning around him, feels like Patrick is trying to set some kind of record for how quickly and efficiently he can make David come. Then Patrick does something with his tongue, which is… what the fuck? David doesn't even have time to warn Patrick before he's seeing stars, pulsing into Patrick's hot mouth, Patrick greedily swallowing it all down, sucking and licking the end of his cock so as not to miss a drop. Then he sits back on his heels, wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and smiles at David, looking pretty pleased with himself.

David's legs are like jelly and he feels himself wobbling but Patrick is back on his feet, pulling his briefs back up, arms wrapping around him, holding him up, kissing him and then bundling him into the passenger seat. David snuggles himself down into his seat feeling relaxed and content, in love, his brain helpfully informs him, which… no. It's far too early for any of that, while Patrick packs the car up. He must have started to fall asleep because the next thing he hears is Patrick clicking his seatbelt in and then he feels soft fingertips caressing his cheek, "Time to go home, baby." But David already is home, right here, sitting next to Patrick.

[blanktriptych]

Thank you for the tag darling @ranuunculus :3

what book are you currently reading?

I used to read during bus rides but eventually got too tired to even do it. I still got to finish two books...

Il fu mattia pascal - Luigi Pirandello (funny thing I'm gonna be tested about this author n book later today)

Vij - Nikolaj Vasil'evič Gogol'

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Didn't see any in theaters...I watched a bunch back in january but none really stuck with me

what do you usually wear?

I'm repetitive and im mostly dressed in black #EMO but I really like my little blouse collection. Wearing my deep sanctuary shirt and jeans today though

how tall are you?

About 169cm last time I checked (cries)

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Aries...04/04 so Jonathan Joestar and Biological slicer by kagerou

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

Ari is short for Arianna so I suppose both . I don't mind my name but Ari is better

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

You might say its too early to tell but. Absolutely not. Anyway I wanted to be either an alchemist (bruh) or an archaeologist

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one?

😅😅 not quite here yet but Bound to live my deg lesbian yaoi moment very soon somehow

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

None in particular

what’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I think I'm decent at baking/cooking but I absolutely suck in any kind of sport

dogs or cats?

I love both but meow meow

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Bullying chatgpt out of boredom in class

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I don't know maybe being about to graduate and its hellish

what’s something you’d like to create content for?

The stupid ocs I created for the giggles

what’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A lot of things AUGHHHHHQHHH maybe freedom (from school and responsibilities before anything else

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

Hoarding

are you religious?

Nope

Tagggiinngg ♡♡ @wolstinien @avgvry @kuruk and @nookicky ^_^) no pressure!!! Do it only if u wanttoo

[finniestoncrane]

Hello! This feels like a rather peculiar and selfish way to let someone get to know me a bit, but might I request no. 9, please? My current biases are in favor of Riddler and Scarecrow.

I'm laughably short (4'8" lol) but I make up for it in ardor, when I'm comfortable around someone. I'm a bit chubby and generally regarded as cute and looking much younger than I am. I have shoulder length light brown hair and wear black cat's eye shaped eyeglasses. Especially in the colder months here, I tend to have a bit of a "haunted librarian" motif to my wardrobe, i.e. cardigans and sweaters in black and darker colors and my batty spectacle chain. Otherwise, it's mostly jeans or sweatpants and a geeky or horror themed t-shirt. Favorite colors are green, purple, and black.

Outwardly, I project a friendly personality when needed as a result of being a people pleaser, but I try to shrink away from strangers whenever possible. I'm not nearly as naive or trusting as I seem. In relationships, I can be a bit avoidant and emotionally distant, but I do show I care through acts of service and attempts at quality time. I'm a fan of parallel play, content to read or do my own thing while in pleasant company. I have a dry, sarcastic sense of humor for the most part but can be goofy from time to time. I think I'm equal parts spooky and nerd, and my interests include books, music, art, video games, dead things, all things horror, and anything I can pick apart and analyze and overanalyze. I flunked out of college for computer science and programming, but I think I want to go back and study mortuary science. I took the Myers-Briggs test and got INTJ but I think I may be INTP, if any of that helps? I tend to think very logically and separate fact from emotion, although I can get very emotional over my need to stick to the facts. I have a strong sense of justice but a gray moral code. (Obviously I tend to sympathize/empathize with villains more than heroes. Right vs. wrong is more important than written law. Rules sometimes are very much made to be broken.)

Apologies as I know this was a lot to read through, but I try to be a thorough person. 😅

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: not peculiar or selfish at all!! for you, a gift of the most creative little green bean 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

right, so someone short and adorable would be ideal for him, since he gives off short king vibes and is also himself an absolute cutie

i also just know that the only kind of partner miss tuesday would approve of (since you'll be co-parenting her essentially) would be a kinda gothy/alt type person with clothes she could borrow

so cardigans and spooky things? ideal. but then you're also playing into eddie's preference for a sweet little nerd

and purple compliments green so well!

ok so eddie shrinks away when he's not going all out as the riddler, which is usually when he's at his most outgoing. someone with the capability of appearing to be naive and trusting would be so advantageous to a criminal like him, you can both be outwardly one thing and inwardly the other, like secret identities only you two know about

i think he would be quite happy to have someone who wasn't full on or co-dependent in a relationship. he seems like he would have a tendency to isolate himself in his work, so wouldn't feel comfortable with someone who needed to be around him constantly. but parallel play is 100% one of his favourite things, where he can do his work and you can enjoy yourself, and bond silently with each other

god the dry humour, the sarcasm, the absolute silliness of it all, this is literally just him all over. and we're gonna go spooky and nerdy? the man is a total geek who is also a criminal. soul mates

it's difficult, because eddie would 100% be in support of you picking up computer science again. it's one of his beloved skills and hobbies. miss tuesday on the other hand would encourage you to follow mortuary science. so spooky, so creepy. she'd love it

logical is eddie to a t. and yeah, he can sometimes forget that emotions need to come into play, so if you're there to remind him of that, even better

and what is a riddler without a sense of moral justice? creating havoc is fun, sure, but they're all down to embarass the bat and show their own moral judgements on gotham and it's citizens

[olismabel]

10 things for 2023

Thank you so much for the tag @pragmatic-optimist 💖

A fic idea you want to write (or read): No idea to be honest. I just love seeing how imaginative and creative people are. I’m thankful for all those sharing their amazing stories. I just want to read what people are willing to share.

A place you want to go: I really want to go back to the basque coast during the spring or late summer. Also I just want to go out more, simple walks or more ambitious road trip to places I always found interesting but never took the time to visit.

A book you want to read: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab, but I’m also pretending I can’t see the pile of books on my desk. 😅

Something fun you want to do: I already have a lot of fun stuff planned for 2023: celebrating my birthday with my bestie soon, a geekfest in may, 3 concerts (queen extravaganza, hans zimmer, muse), a trip to disneyland paris in the winter, maybe a short trip to paris in the summer for an expo ... 

Something you want to make: Not a lot changes was made to my room over the years and I really want to do a revamp.

A habit you want to start: I want to not stop myself from complimenting people. I tend to overthink it and worry I’ll bother people and I really want to stop feeling this way. My only resolution for 2023 is to share kind words with others.

Something new you want to try: Nothing new, but doing things I haven’t done in years like creative stuffs. I used to really enjoy painting (especially water color), collage, testing diy ...

Something you want to finish from 2022: Bottling things up.

Something you want to stop doing: Overthinking so much and letting my anxiety control me.

Something you want to keep doing: Taking care of myself: eating better, keeping track of my sleep schedule, being kinder to myself and to others ... 

tagged: @evanbukley  @dangermagnetstrand  @maxbegone @mikhaailo  @ropoto  @audrey-hope  @first-kanaphan  @tkstrandreyes  @lutavero  @marcspektor  

[dragonshoard]

I just realised that I should have put my response, to you, from my last Crystal Friends AU ask here rather than as a reblog.

Please excuse me copying and pasting my reblog here, I hope you don't find me too annoying 😅😓

Sooo the deal with the bees🐝 is that Powder makes them as both a test of her ability to make something other than explosives (you know besides the Brackern-Bots, spoiler she still makes some of the bees explosive but it's more of a small explosion designed for breaking locks and drawing attention elsewhere) and as a way of pollinating plants.

She read in a book about insects (this is where she got the idea for the Brackern-Bot designs) that bees where essential for plant life and sought to replicate this through artificial bees, this got her a lot of brownie points with Silco because if successful then Zaun could grow its own emergency supply of food through greenhouses.

👉👈 I may have put a lot of thought into this idea 😅😅

Also in regards to the Spider!Brackern, known as Bella (some of the Brackerns have hard to pronounce names, so Powder nicknames them), Powder realises that Vi is constantly getting scared by Bella sneaking up on her so she attaches bells to Bella (because she's adorable like that) but all she really accomplishes is making Vi paranoid whenever she hears jingling; as if Bella were an evil Santa 😂😂😂

You make a good point about Powder not being able to just steal Namestones 😭 the best bet she would have is to convince Jayce and Viktor that the crystals are sentient, but the question is how?

And about the hivemind, Powder isn't like uploaded to it she's more like a guest with privaleges. She can only really hear the Brackern within a certain distance, after the incident where she heard and felt that Namestone die the others started putting blocks on what she experienced through the link; they hadn't taken into consideration that Powder was both human and too young to grasp what death felt like, they spent countless nights trying to heal her mind with peaceful dreams and teaching her how to healthily accept loss and grief afterwards.

Down the line when Skarner arrives Powder is gifted a shard that will always give her a line of communication to the Brackern, so that she'll always have a connection to them; but yeah, long story short, she's not actually part of the hivemind.

In regards to what the Namestones are capable of, besides entering Powder's dreams, they can emit small bursts of electricity and levitate people and objects but only for a short time.

Also Vi and Sevika totally duke it out whenever they see each other, Silco also makes her (Sevika) train Powder because he doesn't trust Vander to cover her training; not realising that Vander and Vi do train her, so she's got three brawlers teaching her how to fight and Caitlyn giving her pointers on shooting when they compete in their little competitions (their very competitive with each other).

I'm really enjoying coming up with more concepts for this AU 😄 thank you for entertaining me and giving me feedback 🙂❤️❤️

Side note: this wasn't mentioned in my original reblog, but the deal Silco and Vander have is that Silco and the Chem Barons won't bother The Lanes, as long as Vander stays neutral; Silco mostly agrees to this deal because neutral grounds are safer for Powder, he says that she's a valuable asset but it's really because he's fond of her even if he won't admit that to anyone.

eyyyyyyyyyyy

I don't mind you sending it my way :D (honestly might be better to post on your blog and tag me - it would give you more space i think).

I still love that she got attached to the bee shape xD Like, of all the things, she chose BEES (firelights would've been more obvious, but i can see Powder coming across a bumblebee in a book and being like - THAT IS SO CUTE I HAVE TO MAKE IT).

Pollination robots are actually used in real life, so that IS a legit idea to improve Zaun as, likely, many of their vital insects and animals have died off due to the toxins. You gotta admit that the greenhouses can be pretty pricy with consistent lighting. I do LOVE the idea though, because Zaun is the city of Iron and Glass, and the idea of the glass coming from the greenhouses (in various shapes and forms - possibly doubling as shelters in the winter time)?? I love love love.

hmmm I mean, i don't think convincing Viktor and Jayce that the crystals are sentient would be too difficult. I can see Jayce having a harder time with it though. For him, it would be a moral dilemma (I couldn't be hurting sentient beings all this time - that isn't me i can't).

The brackern putting blocks on what she can reasonably hear is legit necessary. I imagine it's probably an ability they have reserved for younglings of their species?

Bellaaaaaaaaa nooOO (I love you but stop scaring Vi i can't xDDD)

awww at least they have no plans of cutting her off.

ye of course :) I'm glad to hear them!

(And Silco is a damn sweetheart in this AU - morally bankrupt, but a sweetheart noneoftheless)

[englass]

WIP Title Game

Tagged by: @derelictheretic - ahh thank you hun!! 💖

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Ngl a lot of these are just me putting down ideas into a doc for when I eventually decide to write them 😅 Still, I’ve got a few (recent) things lying around so here we go!

The Mouth That Bites

Prayer in the Dark(?)

FF14 Test Prompt Idea

Rlly Wnt to write Tony Stark with a daughter reader (self indulgent, maybe a bit dark)

Poly Comfort(?) Piece

Reader is John’s Kid

No Matter What

Ruined Cage

John thirsty for short Dep

Tagging (although it’s completely optional): @shallow-gravy @fadedjacket @chyrstis @chazz-anova @unclefungusthegoat @littlegoldfinchh @weekend-writer @teamhawkeye @starsandskies

[clotpolesonly]

re: your tags about the driving stuff--one good thing about being older when learning to drive is that your friends have probably been driving long enough to be able to be in the passenger seat while you practice! (which isn't the case when you're 16/17, you know). also, i know a LOT of people in my circles who don't drive, both older and younger than me. and i'm older than you are! i have faith that you can accomplish that goal :)

my biggest problem there is that 95% of my friends are online friends who live in other countries 😅 i've got maaaaybe 2 or 3 local friends, none of whom i see on a regular basis, more like once every month or two. and i don't think anybody would be willing (or smart) to let me drive their cars aldfkjgh (my insurance agent sister would have a field day on the liability there haha), and obviously i don't have my own car to use. ((funny story, i actually did technically have my own car for a year or two in early college, when mom was still optimistic about me getting my license promptly and before i failed the test 4 more times in quick succession, but my sister was the only one driving it at that time since we were living together anyway. it got sold before i ever drove it myself except that one time after karaoke when everybody else was too drunk and i, completely sober, ran us into a median because even drunk, all of them were still better drivers than me))

i know a comforting number of people my age who also don't drive. if my city had a more functional public transit system, it wouldn't be a problem and i would just embrace it, but our buses fucking SUCK and i got my fill of that inconsistent bullshit in college. also my work is too far out for the buses to go, even if they were reliable, which they're not lol, so i have to carpool every day to and from work anyway.

i just............_-sigh-_..............just wanna feel like an independent human being who doesn't have to ask permission from her mother if she ever wants to go anywhere. but it's the catch-22 where i have to inconvenience people more in the short term if i want to free them of inconvenience in the long term. i just gotta work myself up to actually subjecting them to it, which is hard to do when it's not something i even WANT to do in the first place. there's very little incentive and i'm not great about this kind of delayed gratification 😅

[peculiarmindset]

ANNOUNCEMENT:

Hi! I’m just here to say Happy Holidays and to make an exciting announcement.

The second HP story that I’ve brought up here a few times before will finally be posted on January 01, 2022- New Year’s Day!

It will be updated once a week like my first HP story and it will be longer than Pureblood Plumbing.

Also, I’m here to give you one more reminder- my second HP fanfic will be the true kink/fetish story for Drarry. This will be straight up SMUT and NSFW. Every single chapter will go BEYOND anything that I’ve ever written or even thought was capable of writing before. It will surprise those who know my usual writing. This is something I’ve really wanted to do and I’m not sure if I would ever write anything like this again- so I’m going ALL OUT since this is my first and possibly last time that I’ll write something this hardcore ever again.

And WARNING: If you are not a fan of burping/farting/pooping or are a newbie to this kink, I recommend that you DO NOT READ THIS STORY. You will probably be scarred- like one of those shock videos. The story will be dirty, it will be hardcore, and there will be sexual involvement with all these kinks- including scat, yes SCAT. The story will still have my usual romance/comedy/hurt-comfort style of writing of course, but it will be completely delved in the true essence of the above kinks. And do not be fooled by chapter 1- that will be like dipping your toe in the pool to test things out and by chapters 3-4, you will be shoved right in to drown.

Honestly, the closer we get to the posting date, the more hesitant I am to actually post it. I usually just post all my stories shamelessly and unapologetically (honestly, I love these kinks and people who visit my tumblr or AO3 should know what to expect- I’m pretty straight up about my likes and dislikes and I tag everything). But for this story….I’m very nervous about how you all will take it… I’M SUPER NERVOUS…like I’m seriously second guessing actually posting it or not… 😰

But I will post it. It’s just that I’m driving myself nuts making sure all the appropriate tags and warnings are set. Cause I have manners and a conscious- I don’t want to scar anyone, you know 😅 (I’m really not joking though, I’m seriously worried here).

So yeah, overall I hope you all look forward to it! 🙏🏻 I posted a Christmas fic two days ago, just in case you guys missed it. And I also just posted my New Year’s fic which will be my last story for this year. I’m gonna take a short break till the end of this year, so any asks or things you send to my ask box before then, I’ll reply back to you next year, LOL 😇 I hope you all enjoy and see you again in 2022!!! 😘🎇🎉🎊🎍🧧🎆

[tittyinfinity]

My bf and I both have warrants out for our arrests over things that neither of us did (2 unrelated situations, we weren't together at the time)

Like literally they're false charges and I wasn't even expecting to have a warrant since they let me out of jail the moment they realized they were wrong and said I was free to go???? But apparently I missed a court date, since my mail went to my mom's.

I was pulled over for having expired tags, but when they saw my friend passed out drunk in my back seat, they decided to assume I was drunk too; they gave me a breathalyzer, didn't tell me the results, threw me against my car, refused to tell me why I was being arrested, I demanded to be read my rights but they refused. BUT when they gave me a breathalyzer at the police station, they said I was fine and let me go. Yes, I had alcohol in my system from the couple of drinks I had, but I was way under the legal limit (and completely fine to drive), I blew a .037 or something like that, the legal limit is .08. They took me in and handcuffed me to a bar for 2 hours, DIDNT GIVE ME MY CLOTHES BACK, wouldn't let me use their phone to call a taxi since they impounded my car, stole $160 from me, made me walk to the gas station in NOVEMBER in 30 degree weather in A SHORT SLEEVE PAPER SHIRT AND PAPER PANTS THAY WERE RIPPED AT THE CROTCH WITH NO UNDERWEAR, just for me to get there to see the cop who denied me a ride to the gas station (HE WAS GOING THERE ANYWAY!!!!!) and then have to go home with nothing but my debit card that they returned.

My boyfriend was driving his ex's friend somewhere when he got pulled over, and didn't know that the person he was driving around was a meth dealer that had enough on them to be considered trafficking, and he got arrested for drug trafficking and is going to court for it a year and a half later still, having to take weekly drug tests despite the fact that he has never ONCE tested positive for meth.

Anyway. Fuck the police. And fuck our corrupt legal system. We're literally both innocent.

Also I know this is like the 100th time I've made this exact post about these exact situations but God dammit I need to vent bc it's pissing me off again.

I'd go to court, but I didn't qualify for a public defender and I can't afford a lawyer. My bf has a lawyer, but he sucks ass and doesn't do his job. I'd crowdfund to get a lawyer but it took me 3 weeks to crowdfund $25 for my nausea meds😅 being on disability sucks

[smashedpumpkinprincess]

Thank you for tagging me @trad-emo

Absolutely love your after work outfit lol

Nickname: Nici or Nighihorn 🤷🏻‍♀️

Zodiac: Virgo ♍

Height: 5'4 - 5'5 🤷🏻‍♀️ don't know

Hogwarts House: I don't know much about the Hogwarts houses but I'll take the test:

Last thing I googled: Hogwarts House test :)))

Song stuck in my head: Nerve - The story so far

Number of followers: 554

Amount of sleep: Usually 7-8 but when I went to school 4-6

Lucky number: 4

Dream job: I want to have a little witchy store with a Cafe. I'd sell local products and witchcraft supplies. But rn I'm more going for graphic designer or so

What am I wearing: a red shirt and pink shorts with red hearts (my pj's)

My aesthetic: soft punky skater girl with inner cottagecore witch or georgian era aesthetic

Favorite song: my top 3 songs according to spotify:

Favorite author: John Green

Favorite instrument: Guitar

Favorite animal sound: Birds and the little noise bats make

Something random: I just painted my room and ran out of paint 😅

Ik the numbers mess up because of the pictures that I put in between. Just go to @trad-emo if you wanna see the original post lol

I tag @cutting-life-away @whodapomps @schwarzebrandung @deermasscannon and whoever wants to do this ^^

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2019 in review

Thank you @stazyros for tagging me. Hope you are doing well and will have the lovely year ❤

I have problems with memory 😅, so it took me too long to remember what exatly happened in 2019 (it seems like this year was so long and so short at the same time). So yeah please don't judge me lol

Top 5 movies (I rarely watch movies lately, at least the new ones, and even more rarely like them...so these movies were realised in 2019 I guess)

1. Rafiki

2. El Camino

3. Us

4. Greta

5. IT Chapter 2

Top 5 shows (in that order)

1. Druck

2. Skam españa

3. Mandalorian

4. Raising Dion

5. American Horror Story

Top 5 songs (I associate 2019 with druck soundtrack, because I mostly listened to songs used in seasons 3 and 4 🤦‍♀️😂)

1. You are somebody else by Flora Cash

2. Sand by Lary

3. Bullet by Lost Name

4 Barfuß am Klavier by AnnenMayKantereit

5. Safe with me by Soap&Skin

Top 5 books (I didn't read much this year, only bought books...but found time to reread smth that I already like)

1. The brothers Karamazov (again)

2. Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe

3. The Foxhole Court (all parts tbh)

4. Goldfinch

5. Leah on the Offbeat

Top 5 positive things that have happened in 2019

1. I won grant for my research

2. Thanks to druck met lovely people here

3. Traveled a lot: visited Oslo, which was my dream, and went to Mumford and Sons concert

4. Gave multiple presents to my mom, including making it possible for her to visit our family that doesn't live in Russia

5. According to last tests my cancer didn't grow and overall I feel much better

I don’t know who’s been tagged, so @navollidiot (or @montag0911, don't mind me, I just physically can't stop tagging you, I know it's dumb), @chaoswillcalmusdown, @dana-song, @silent-in-sin, @angelika-kk and honestly anyone write smth if you want.

Happy New Year!