#will keep the latest of these pinned so they don't get lost

[live-love-laugh-lesbian]

hii!! me again and damnnn you have taste!! and true crime>>>>>

also i almost died when i realised you watch hazbin hotel this is literally fate idc im so obsessed w it rn!! its probably the only one i know a lot of stuff about askdifkejskfr so this ask will probably be focused on that akskrjens

so!!! who's your favourite character(s) x and your favourite ep (if you have one) fav dynamics?

aksjrkwd sorry abt my limited knowledge abt everything else haha!

have an awesome day!!!

-swiftie spring anon exchange

:D :D :D We have similarities!!

Okay so my favourite character is a complicated question...see, I have a soft spot for Lute and Velvet (because my type in fictional women is evil, basically), and I would consider Velvet one of my faves based on how cool she seems so far (cool and evil). But Angel Dust's character has been expanded on so much it's hard not to adore him, you know? And I love Vaggie and Charlie, courtesy of their dynamic. Charlie's so :D and Vaggie's so >:( and it's great, I love it. I also didn't expect to enjoy Sir Pentious so much?? He's a dork and a sweetheart and he's great.

(Ship wise I still ship Vox and Alastor. I can't help it, there's just so many scenarios that would be cool with those two. But I've found I'm pretty fond of most ships that have come about from this show, which is interesting to me.)

I think my favourite episodes are...actually idk. I tend to go based on the songs that stand out XD But episodes 4, 5, 6 and 8 (so only half the episodes...) were especially good to me. And Hell's Greatest Dad, You Didn't Know, Poison and Respectless...ahh I loved them so much. Respectless was what sold me on Velvet. I was like, yes, she's perfect, she's great. I love an evil respectless woman.

I look forwards to seeing where they go with season 2. I'm hoping the Vee's become bigger villains, but also I want to see Lute have a bigger villain role. But also I want to see what's going on with Lilith and Alastor?? And also I feel sad for Sir Pentious being seperated from the others so I want him to see them again :( I really hope we get more than 8 episodes too ngl XD

As I write this, my girlfriend is taunting me with her fanfiction in which she's about to kill off a character >:( She tells me it'll be ok in the end but she's written very sad endings before and is an evil evil writer (affectionate) so do I believe her? ...a little, but not fully. XD

And you don't need to apologise!! I look forwards to hearing from you again!

[wxnheart]

Hello wonderful author. May I mayhaps request a ghoap + reader NSFW peice please. Maybe one that focuses on how Simon loves to make the reader watch him and Johnny 👉🏽👈🏽, or maybe it's reader taking control and making Ghost watch 👀. Johnny deserves a reward mayhaps.

Lol that one request that was like "mm ghoap" had me thinking things

Also keep up the good work! I like being able to sit back and relax and read your stuff!

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

...Because who watches the Ghoapwatchers? (the title may or may not have been an excuse to use this. please don't judge me. a lot. lmao)

Simon smoking can mean one of three things: he's anxious and/or pissed, he's just had some good fucking sex, or... he's anxious and/or pissed. And Simon is pissed.

At whom, might you ask? Well, rejoice, baby, because it ain't you this time even though he still wants to chuck that Live, Laugh, Love sign out of the fucking house. No. Simon's ire is reserved for Johnny, your resident killer Golden Retriever, and only Johnny.

And why, might you ask? Well, your cutie patootie lover boy happened to go and get himself hurt on the latest assignment. A routine one, goddamnit. It was unnecessary. Completely and absolutely unnecessary. And un-fucking-acceptable. At least in Simon's eyes.

Johnny argues that it was only a scratch (he's slightly downplaying it) but Simon doesn't give a fuck because only a scratch doesn't cut it. You got hurt, Johnny. End of story. And Simon's anxiety is through the fucking roof right now so a smoke has to suffice. But it doesn't. Nah, not this time.

Simon who puts out the last of his cigarette while staring Johnny down. You don't know what to do so you keep quiet until he tells you to take a seat next to Johnny. You started to protest until a single look made you shut the fuck up.

Simon who straddles Soap. Because what the fuck? Johnny would put up a fight if not for the fact that the bigger man has him pinned down and... oh. Oh shit. Their dicks are aligned. Wait, wait, Lt.—

Simon who starts to slowly grind against Soap's lap, eyes burning holes into the smaller man's. Soap feels the telltale signs of arousal, that fiery pit in his groin, and your eyes widen at what's taking place. Oh, yes. Johnny's about to get fucked silly in a second. You knew from experience.

Soap whose brow furrows the harder he gets and Simon doesn't stop. Knowing the fucker is just as hard as he is and FUCK—"Lt., wait, I—" "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost doesn't stop grinding against him, doesn't do shit but grind and stare meanwhile Soap's falling apart at the seams. If his mind wasn't turning to mush, he'd be pissed but goddamn.

Simon who forbids you from touching yourself because the last thing you're gonna do is get your rocks off alone. You actually do protest this time ("Simon, what the fuck?") and Simon cuts a look at you, the same look he gave Johnny. The same look that tells you he's gonna fuck you just as silly when he's done with lover boy here. Aw, shit.

Soap whose words are lost to his moans and he's well on his way to soaking the crotch of his pants. And Simon doesn't stop. Not at all. Simon continues and it's like he's expecting an answer. "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost emphasizes it with a particularly rough grind this time, enough for Johnny's already sensitive and leaking dick to throb and oh, god, Lt...

"I—shit, I—said I'd be—I said I'd be careful, Lt." Attaboy, soldier. "...Were you careful, Johnny?" The friction is too much. Simon rubs against him faster, puts a little more pressure on him, and it's a miracle he can even talk let alone think at this point. You're biting your lips, wringing your hands because you wanna touch. Yourself, them, it doesn't matter. You wanna touch and suck and fuck and... suck, fuck, and touch some more.

"Were. You. Careful. Johnny?" Punctuated with his hips. Every. Single. Word. And poor, poor Johnny, lost to the lust. Almost close, what the fuck are you doing to him, Lt.? "—NO," he manages to choke out in between gasps and moans and shit, he feels it coming—

—Well, he felt it coming because just as soon as he answered Simon, the mean bastard got up. Got up and left Johnny hard, crotch soaked with precum, and "What the fuck, Lt.?!"

Simon whose stare is both placid and intense; you'd be forgiven for thinking he's nonplussed. Except there's an obvious tent in his pants. Simon who stares you both down before simply saying "Bedroom." And he walks off. He doesn't look back. Doesn't have to. You'll be there. He's got you right where he wants you.

Soap who doesn't miss a beat, grabs your hand, and pulls you alongside him. Right behind Simon. Right to the bedroom. Yeah, it's about to be a long fucking day. And night.

[kai29haavertz]

It's About Time

WC: 3.5k

Summary: Your in love with your best friend, but he's in a dedicated relationship. Trouble ensues after a Chelsea game.

Genre: Fluff, light (if you could even call it that) angst, it's really hust two idiots pinning for each other.

fem reader, implied german reader but you can skip over that, it's like three lines referencing it.

Don't think they're any warnings, but it was horribly proofread so just keep that in mind.

The first time you met his girlfriend you didn't know what to expect. 

A part of you wanted her to be the best person possible for Kai. But another part of you, the small part of you that has loved him since you were kids, wanted her to be just even a little bit mean. Because then you could have justifications for your reservations towards their relationship. You wouldn't want to break them up. Even on the off chance she was mean, she made Kai happy. But at least you would have a justification and would feel better about feeling jealous of their new relationship. 

But that wasn't the case. 

When you met Sloane, she was anything but mean to you. She was the sweetest person and showed a genuine interest in your life, and that's better than any of his previous girls. But now you didn't have a reason to be disappointed about their relationship. How could you when she was everything Kai deserved in someone? She’s a gorgeous business owner who lived an hour or so from their hometown, sweeter than spice, and loved football. And on top of all that, his teammates adore her. When Kai invited Sloane to her first Chelsea game as a WAG, where you also met her for the first time, you could tell the boys loved her from the start. And it wasn't all of them thinking she was gorgeous, though some of those thoughts definitely were present in some of the teammate's heads. But regardless, they thought she was the best and perfect for Kai. 

Though after you first met Sloane, Kai of course had to ask for your input. He did that with everything, saying your opinion mattered the most to him. As much as you wanted to be the one in Sloane's position, you couldn't ruin their relationship, so you did the only thing you could do in that situation. 

"I adore her, she's so sweet and I think she's perfect for you." You assured him with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. But the lighting was dim at Ben's house so you prayed to anyone who was listening that he couldn't see through the facade you put up for him. You did think Sloane was wonderful, that wasn't a lie. You just wished it wasn't the two of them dating, but you'd lost your chance. There was a hint of something in his eyes, probably gratitude for your approval. He gave you a hug and whispered something in your ear, but you couldn't quite catch it over the loud music. You just smiled it off and hoped that was an appropriate enough response, you weren't in the mood to hear whatever he said. 

About six months later and their relationship is still going strong. Maybe you haven't moved on from Kai but at the very least you're able to keep your emotions in check. 

You’re at another Chelsea game. Only you and Sloane were here on Kai’s side today, which was a little awkward for you. Usually, his sister or mother were here and would act as a sort of buffer for the two of you. Especially since both Kai’s mom and sister have caught on at least a little bit about your slight crush on Kai. Thankfully, neither of them has really called you out on it besides a couple of comments and facial expressions here and there.  

But today it was just Sloane and you, and quite frankly, you weren’t sure what to do. Conversations between the two of you weren’t awkward per se, but they didn’t flow as if the both of you have been friends forever.  

Before the game starts Sloane suggests that you should get a drink with her. You both make small talk at the bar. You ask her about her business and how it’s going, and she asks you about the latest thing you’ve been designing for adidas. Like you said, she tries to take a genuine interest in your life and that makes it ten times harder to dislike them. It’s impossible. She flips her blonde face away from her head and has a more serious expression on her face.  

“So, you and Kai have been friends for a while, right?” The question catches you off guard. What prompted her to ask this? Have you been less stealthy about your crush? Or was she just curious. You had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t just asking out of curiosity. 

“Yes, we have. We met in primary school; we started becoming friends a couple months after I moved into the neighborhood. And I guess from there we just formed an unbreakable friendship.” You shrug it off, hoping that’s the end of that. You love talking about Kai but you’re afraid this conversation may soon turn into an interrogation.  

“Oh okay, that’s cute.” Sloane says off handedly and goes back to sipping her drink. It seems like she’s going to give the conversation a rest when a few minutes later she asks another question. “So, nothing has ever gone on with you and Kai?” You almost spit out your drink. You take a moment to assess her really quickly. Her green eyes are looking everywhere but you. You notice her perfectly manicured nails have almost a death grip on her drink and her hand is shaking ever so slightly.  

“Nothing has ever gone on between the two of us, at least not like that. We’ve just been friends our whole lives. No kiss no nothing.” You try to reassure her. She takes a deep breath, and she visibly relaxes.  

“Okay,” she says more brightly. She talks to you a little bit more about some problems she’s been facing with her business; but the game is about to start and neither of you want to miss Kai or his teammates’ play so she begins to meander her way to her seat.  

“I’ll be there in a moment; I have to take a phone call quickly.” She gives you a thumbs up as you start to walk away.  

Truthfully, you didn’t have to call someone. But you just needed one moment to regain yourself before you go out and spend 90+ minutes with Sloane and hope she doesn’t ask you another question about you and Kai. Nothing has ever gone on but the reminder stings sometimes. Especially with all the times you were close.  

 Last season at some event at one of his teammates' houses, you were both a little tipsier than you should’ve been. But it didn't matter at the time, you were both drunk off of happiness that Chelsea had won again, and Kai had scored a goal. You spent the entire night dancing and you two eventually went over to his house and spent the rest of the evening together. Before the two of you fell asleep you were watching a show in his bedroom with you snuggled up to his side and his arm draped over your shoulder. You felt so safe and protected and loved that in that moment, you swore you were going to pour all your feelings to him. He looked down at you and gave the softest of smiles and you were going to say something.  

 Of course the moment had to be interrupted by a phone call from someone. And that was the end of that. You couldn’t find the courage to do it when he got back so you pretended like you were asleep and left promptly the next morning.  

When you had finally composed yourself you returned to your seat next to Sloane and spent the next 90 minutes cheering for your boys in blue.  

The game told the same story as most of the other games this season. A scoreless tie for Chelsea as they continue to fall down the table. Despite it not being the result they wanted, the boys still wanted to go meet up at Ben’s place and hang out for a little bit. You and Sloane get a text from Kai in groupchat with the three of you inviting you to Ben’s place after.  

 Kai: I might be a bit if you two want to drive over, I’ll meet you there 

Sloane: Sounds good! 

“I can drive you over if you’d like. I know you drove over with Kai.” Sloane’s face lights up.  

 “Of course, thank you so much. I adore Kai but he’s going to be in a bad mood, and I’d rather not wait what could be an eternity for him.” You smile at her, and you lead her over to her car.  

 Ben’s girlfriend opens the door for the both of you.  

 “The boys should be here within the hour, make yourself at home, there are some drinks outside.” Laila offers it to you and Sloane. You grab some soda from outside and curl up on the couch scrolling through TikTok, waiting for everyone.  

By the end of the hour the Chelsea boys start to show up. Kai of course goes over to Sloane and says something in her ear before he makes his way over to you.  

“Not the greatest day at Stamford, was it?” He tries and jokes with you. You turn around and wrap him up in a big hug.  

 “Hey, you played amazing today, I’m sorry the score didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to.” You pull away from him, but he keeps an arm around your shoulder as boys start to talk about random things. It’s oddly intimate considering you’re not his girlfriend and he hasn’t let you leave his side yet. As Kai continues talking to Christian you see Sloane out of the corner of your eye, and you realize this isn’t fair to her. 

 “Excuse me, , I’ll be right back.” You get up rather abruptly and all but sprint past Sloane. She looks at you with something sad in her eyes.  

 You walk into one of Ben’s sitting rooms and shortly after someone joins you.  

 “Oh, hi Christian,” you say surprised. He takes a seat next to you. “Is there anything you need?”  

“When are you and Kai going to sort out your problems?” You almost choke on your drink.  

“I- what?” 

 “You heard me; you guys are perfect for each other and yet you always dance around each other,” he stated as you glare at him.  

 “I’m sorry, but where have you been? If he liked me so much, then why is he dating Sloane?”  

 “Because he thinks he doesn’t have a chance with you.” Your jaw tightens a little. This conversation is beyond stupid, and you do not want to deal with it. You go to get up, but he grabs your arm to prevent you from moving. 

“Well, I certainly don’t have one now because he’s in a relationship and no matter how much I love him I will not get in the middle of it. He is happy with her, and I won’t do anything to damage that.” Christian’s eyes widen at your declaration, and you realize what you said.  

 “I um- well,” you stammer incoherent nonsense.  

 “You guys deserve the world and I'm just so tired of you guys dancing around each other.”  

 “But he’s dating Sloane- “you start to argue.  

 “That relationship can’t last. And between you and me, I know Mason is trying to show that Kai isn’t being fair to Sloane,” he tries to reason with you as you slump back down on the couch. “Just promise me, you’ll shoot your shot when the time comes.”  

 “Fine, but if something bad happens I’m blaming it all on you,” you stated to him, and he just shakes his head at you.  

 “You can do that little German, but I can say with almost a 100% certainty that if they break up and you say something to him, the both of you will be so happy.”  

 He gets up to leave you alone for a bit.  

“Oh and little German? You would make a great WAG. But to be fair, you’re practically one already.” He sees your ears go bright pink at the statement and how your eyes shoot down to the ground to avoid his eye contact. He quietly laughs as he closes the door to leave you be.  

****** 

As the party comes to an end after a couple hours, Kai realizes he hasn’t seen you around since you went to one of the side rooms with Christian on your tail.  

“Ready Sloane?” Kai extends his hand to help Sloane up from the couch so they can get over to his place. He leads her to his car and the ride home is tense and someone could cut a knife through the tension.  

 “Sloane?”  

 “Just drive.” She responds curtly and goes back to staring out the window. After a few minutes she puts in her airpods to signal she doesn’t want to talk to him right now. As he pulls up to his driveway she rushes out of the car and punches the code into his garage. He takes a big sigh before getting out of the car, knowing what is probably to come for him.  

 He walks into his house and sees Sloane pacing around the couches in their living room.  

 “Sloane, love, sit down for me, will you?” She just glares at him before she takes a deep breath.  

“No and you know why? Because ever since we started dating you were attached to her hip, and I tried telling myself that it was just my imagination. And for a while I was able to believe that. But every once in a while something would happen between the two of you that would make me think otherwise.”  

 “Nothing has ever gone on between the two of us,” he tries to protest but the look she sends his way silences him.  

 “You don’t love me, and that’s okay. Maybe it took me a while to accept that but now I can because I just want you happy, and if that’s with her that’s okay.”  

 “Sloane, I love you,” he pleaded. 

“No, you don’t, you love her, but you don’t think you can have her, so you settled for me.” She snaps at him, not wanting to be hurt anymore. “It’s time you move on from me to her. And it’s time for me to move on from you. We don’t make sense together; we never did, and it took me too long to figure that out. But it’s not fair for any of us involved to continue with this relationship.” She starts to walk out the door and drops the keys to his and her house on the kitchen counter.  

“Despite the not so wonderful ending I am glad I met you.”  

“I’m sorry it had to end this way,” he admits dejectedly. “I never meant for it to happen like this.” She turns to face him in the entrance. 

“I am too, but at least we didn’t drag it out any more than it needed to be.” She opens the door and takes a few steps outside towards her car. “Oh, and Kai? Please talk to her, you two deserve your happy ending.” She walks into her car and drives off.  

 Kai stands there defeated but knows what he needs to do next 

**** 

It’s late. Almost midnight. And you can’t even begin to fathom who just pulled up into your driveway. Lucky for whoever, most nights you can’t fall asleep until close to 2. A benefit of being a night owl. While walking over you take a peek out your window.  

 “Is that Kai’s car?” You murmur to yourself while you walk to the door that someone just knocked on.  

 You hope it’s one of your friends and nothing’s wrong, not really feeling having to run an errand so late at night.  

 You open the door and sure enough, it is Kai at the front. Eyes cast downward, as if ashamed he’s here so late.  

 “Kai, to what do I owe the pleasure. Come in, I was just moving stuff around in the kitchen.” He shakes his head at you slightly.  

 “Leave it to you to remodel in the middle of the night.”  

 You wink at him playfully. “It’s the late-night tendencies.” He takes a seat on your couch and you finally take a good look at him and see something is wrong. His eyes look bloodshot, as if he’s been crying for the last hour. His right pinky is twitching back and forth, something he only does when nervous. A habit that he mostly grew out of, but clearly not enough if he’s doing it in your presence.  

 “Kai, what’s the matter?” He looks up at you as you slowly sit next to him. He buries his head in your shoulder, and you raise a hand to it and scratch his hair lightly. He sits there and you let him decide if he wants to talk, not wanting to pry.  

 “Sloane and I broke up.” He tells you after a couple minutes sitting in silence.  

 “Oh Kai.” He cuddles deeper into your embrace as you wrap your other hand around your shoulders. You coax him into lying down on the couch on top of you. It’s like the days when you were teens and would watch movies late on the weekends when you couldn’t sleep. He would tease you about being restless but cuddling with him would always make you fall asleep quickly.  

 You move your nails up and down his back to help him relax. “Do you want to talk about it?” You ask after a couple minutes.  

 “In a moment,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Just wan’ to relax for a moment.” His accent is getting heavier, you notice. You continue to move your hand around his back in a soothing way for a while longer before he finally speaks up.  

 “We broke up because I wasn’t faithful.” You lightly gasp.  

 “You never touched anyone though,” you try to protest but he just shakes his head.  

“Not like that. My heart wasn’t in it, and she realized it.”  

He stays like that for a while longer, you look over to the clock and see it’s almost His breathing hasn’t changed so you know he hasn;t fallen asleep yet. With your heart in your throat, you ask the one question you’ve been dying to ask.  

“Why wasn’t your heart in it Kai?”  

“Schatz-” he starts to protest before you cut him off.  

“Kai, love, why wasn’t your heart in it?” 

He looks into your eyes before he takes a deep breath.  

 "Because I love you,” he admits quietly before his head falls down into your shoulder in embarrassment. “Don’t make me say it again,” he begs softly,softly, and you feel a tear run down your shoulder blade.  

“That’s a shame, because I quite like how those words sound coming off your lips. Especially when they’re directed at me.” You say quietly and his eyes shoot up.  

 “You mean,” he trails off slightly.  

 “Yes Kai, I love you too.” His strong arms wrap around you.  

 “Say that again, exactly like that. Like you mean it.”  

 “I love you, Kai. I don’t think you understand how long I've been wanting to admit that for.”  

“Not as long as me.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ve been waiting since we were ten.” You look at him in disbelief and his gaze locks with yours. He gives a sheepish smile.  

“So, you’ve been hopelessly in love with me since forever and didn’t act upon it until tonight?” You ask incredulously.  

“Thought I never had a chance with you,” he admits with a shrug. “And Sloane said that I should stop dancing around you and find my happy ending.”  

“I am sorry you two broke up,” you tell him with a hint of shame. “I never wanted to get in between the two of you.”  

“I am too, but it was for the best. And don’t worry about it, it wasn't your fault. It’s my fault for entertaining something that could never truly be.” He moves his head under yours and wraps his arms together around your frame, like he was a kid reaching for his teddy bear in the middle of the night.  

“Kai, I love you, but we can't stay like this the entire night.” He pushes you back down as you try to squirm out of his grip.  

 “Five more minutes Schatz, let me enjoy this.” You shake your head but give in.  

 “Fine, five more minutes then we’re moving to my bedroom. We have a lot more to talk about in the morning.”  

 “This is it right? We’re together?” He stares into your eyes, involuntarily giving you the puppy dog eyes. He leans into your touch when you stroke his hair with your hand.  

 “Yes, don’t worry, you’re it for me and I have no intentions of letting you go.” He lets out a shuddering breath at your confession. He leans in for a kiss on the lips. It’s tentative and sweet and slow.  

 “I love you Schatz.” 

“I love you too.” There’s a lot to discuss tomorrow. More reassurances to give on both of your parts. But for now, you can lay peacefully in each other's arms, without any worries.  

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Movie Night

This is part two of my childhood best friends-to-lover anthology. I utterly hate this installment, but once again, I have to get it out, or it will stay in my drafts forever. The first people to get the reference can drop a request into my inbox for any character in my pinned post.

Contains: Fluff.

2.2K words

Your movie night tradition leads to more than popcorn.

More terrifying than The Exorcist. The Curse of Blackstone Lab."  

Sean huffed and pulled your attention from the shop front toward the bus stop poster. "What do you think about that y/n?" 

You shrugged. "I don't know. I'm pretty sure I've heard that slogan a million times." The picture did its best to keep everything a mystery, containing only a photo of a long, dark, dirty hallway, the tagline, and a title in blocky white letters.

"I heard they needed doctors at the test screenings." He often revelled in his ability to be in the know, to know the right people to get whatever he wanted, and this time was no different. "I know the producer, I think I might be able to get us an advanced copy."

Being back at the top had its benefits; the last time, it was front row seats to the latest opera. "I thought we were going to watch Red Eye this weekend?"

He gave you a look, it was full of mischief and affection. "You're not scared are you?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, I'm not. I've haven't be scared of a horror movie in years. I just don't want you getting caught up when we have to go buy you new suits." You could tell it was already too late, the wheels in his head were well and truly turning. "Sean, you are shit with colour, and I have a date tonight; you're not about to make a phone call."

He looped his arm around yours and yanked you to him. "Alright then, I can't have you late for your Monday night date with Mr tall, dark and boring."

There was a hint of something to his voice that gave you pause, a mix of annoyance and snippiness that let you know he disapproved. "Not boring, he's nice."

He huffed, and his mouth opened and closed like he had stopped himself from saying something before he took a deep breath and shook the thought away. "Well, when he bores you half to death you know where I live."

You nodded. "Thank you, Sean, I'll remember that. Now we need to hurry up."

He grinned and pulled you towards the store. "Whatever you want, I would be lost without your stylistic talents."

****

You sat at the restaurant waiting for your date, but seven turned into eight and then into eight-thirty, and it was clear he wasn't coming. You thought about going home, but Sean would be calling anyway, and there was no way he was going to let you marinate in your embarrassment all by yourself, it would be quicker and easier just to head right to his place.

Billy opened the door when you got there and pointed you upstairs. "He's been expecting you." You sighed and began your walk of shame, but Billy stopped you. "Are you good?"

You nodded. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He titled his head. "Because Sean wanted to take the car and make sure your date went alright."

You shrugged. "You know Sean, he's always been overprotective of me. I'll tell him off when I get up there."

Billy nodded. "Like that will change anything. You look lovely by the way."

You gave him a smile. "Thanks Bill."

The door was open when you walked by, and Sean beckoned in with a smile. "How did your date go? Not well, considering that you're here."

You sighed. "It didn't, I got stood up."

There was no "I told you so." No, knowing smile or smug arrogance, he looked angry. "What a fucking coward, bastard doesn't even have the decency to call you, and you look so nice in that dress."

You put a hand on his bicep in hopes of soothing him. "I know" You took a deep breath before continuing, half to plan what you would say next and half to steel yourself from the pushback you knew you would get. "And Billy told me that you wanted to go and keep an eye and I've told a million times before I can look after myself."

He crossed his hands over his head, there wasn't an ounce of shame on his face. "I know that, but you're my friend, and like I said to you before, I didn't really like him all that much."

You smiled as he pulled you into a hug, his warm hands clutching you close. "Don't rub it in Wallace."

He chuckled softly, it was filled with warmth and affection. "You're better off anyway." You felt the hug tighten as the air changed. "Nevertheless, it's a good thing you're here, I have good news."

He broke from the hug and all but skipped to his desk, pulling out a non-descript disk. "I made a call just after you left me this afternoon and it was here by courier an hour later."

Your failed date was forgotten in an instant. "You got it?"

He nodded. "I did, and the producer said it's the scariest movie he's ever seen. So this Sunday, you, me, and a bucket of popcorn with the world's best butter?"

He was always so eager to spend time with you; it was hard to say no, even if you wanted to watch the other movie more. "Of course, it's our tradition."

****

You decided to stop by the bakery and get some cupcakes for tonight, and you felt a tap on your shoulder and spun around to see Billy standing behind you. "Hello."

You gave him a wave. "Hi, you look well."

He smiled shyly. "Yeah, things are good. What are you doing here?"

You pointed to the cupcakes inside the long glass display case. "Cupcakes for tonight."

He pressed his lips together, clearly trying to figure out if he should share the thought swirling in his head. "You got time for a coffee?"

You nodded. "Sure, I've always got time for you Bill."

It didn't take long for the coffee to brew, and you took your boxed cupcakes over to the table with him and sat down. "Now, what's on your mind?"

"Sean's in love with you. I'm pretty sure he has been since you guys were sixteen." He sipped his coffee like he hadn't just dropped a bomb the size of London on your head and nibbled the dry skin on his lower lip. "And let's be honest with ourselves y/n, I think the feeling is mutual."

You blinked, unsure what to say and taken aback by how blunt he was. "Wow, what makes you say that?" You were met with a raised eyebrow and a pointed exhale. "Yeah, ok, so I've been doing a shit job at hiding my feelings since everything that happened with Elliot and the crown, but he's back at the top, and I'm not going to complicate his life anymore by spilling my guts."

He nodded, almost to himself, wrapped his hand around the top of his cup and stood up. "Good talk y/n."

He was walking away before you could respond, and you yelled after him. "Are you just going to leave me here to sit in it?"

He turned his head towards you, still moving away. "Yep."

"It doesn't matter anyway, I have a date next week and I'm going to it." If he heard you, he didn't let on.

****

You pulled the white bakery box from your bag and smiled. "Are you ready to be terrified?"

He grinned and took the box from your hand, placing it on his desk before opening and looking over the sweet treats. "They look delicious." He handed you the one with the most icing and lifted his own.

He leaned back in his chair, glanced from the iced cake to you and back again, then picked it up and held it aloft, "To friends in high places."

He removed the wrapping from your cupcake and placed it in the empty box along with his own, then threw the box in the trash. Sighing, he stood up and said, "Would you like to stay the night? Mum's making pancakes in the morning. You don't need to leave when the movie's done."

There was no reason to say no, one of the many guest rooms was basically yours, housing your clothes and toiletries, even monogrammed towels that you received as a birthday gift one year. "Sure."

****

The position you were in was a common one, next to Sean on the couch in the movie room with a blanket thrown over your laps as he set the movie up. "I have another date next week, not with the same guy, and this one has an interesting job."

He pressed his lips together and nodded. "Ah, well I hope this one goes better."

You shrugged. "Who knows, if this one doesn't the next one will."

The lights in the room dimmed as the movie started, and you leaned into him as you started in on the popcorn. It started slow, the steady building of dread and the total uncertainty of whether the villain was a person, a demon or all in someone's head. They were right, it was scary, and Sean seemed to enjoy the way you slowly pulled the blanket closer to your face as you squished yourself into him. 

The second you thought you could relax, the thing hiding in the shadows the whole time finally came out, and you jumped out of your skin to his amusement. "Are you scared?" 

You shook your head. "No, it was just a loud noise." 

He laughed and shot you a look that told you he didn't believe you one bit. "You sure?" 

"Positive." You took a deep breath and sat up a little straighter, turning back to the screen as his arm pulled you impossibly closer. You did your best to relax, but it was nothing short of impossible, if this thing didn't win Best Picture at the Oscars then horror didn't stand a chance because the moment you thought you were safe, it was right back to the terror. 

You managed one more scare before you flinched again, and Sean was pausing the movie with a sigh. "You are scared." 

You sighed and twisted in his arms to face him. "So maybe I am just a bit." 

He smiled softly. "Don't worry, I won't let the monster get you." 

You nodded. "I know, I know you'd never let anything happen to me." 

There was a shift in the air, like the first change in the wind before a storm, and he went to say something else, but something stopped him. Your hand was still curled in his shirt from when you grabbed him, and as he looked at you in the blue lighting from the film, a feeling grew inside him. "What?" You gave him a look and a light shove and repeated yourself. "What?" 

He wasn't sure what to say, he couldn't tell you how he was feeling, that the butterflies that seemed to live in his chest whenever you were around had suddenly started to flutter so violently that he was sure they were bruising the fascia of his ribs.

You shoved him again to no effect, and he laid his hands on top of yours, they were warmed and calloused, and he was looking at you strangely. "Don't go on that date." 

You tilted your head. "Why?" It was such a sudden change of tone, but before you could press for more, his expression set firm like he had finally made an important decision, and then his lips were on yours. 

Oh, that's why

The moment you got over the shock, you sunk into the kiss, his lips were plump and soft, and he kissed you the way a drowning man begged Thetis for air. You broke from the kiss, and his lips followed yours as you backed away until you placed a hand on his chest. "What are you doing?" 

He pecked you again, and you couldn't help but let him. "I love you y/n." You wondered if Billy had talked to him like he had spoken to you. "I love you, so you can't go on that date or a date with anyone else who isn't me ever again because I don't know if I can survive the thought of you with anyone else." 

You lifted your hand to his cheek and ran your thumb over his freckled cheekbone. "Ok, but only if you kiss me again." He was happy to oblige, and you found yourself slowly moving onto your back as the kiss deepened. 

He was smiling against you, and his teeth found your lower lip in a soft bite before he pulled back. "Does this mean you return my affection?" 

You laughed and kissed an apology on his cheek at your lack of reciprocation. "Yes, it is returned whole heartedly. I love you Sean." 

He sat up and took you with him, and you wrinkled your eyebrows, but before you could say anything, he turned the movie back on and yanked you back into your previous position against him. "I would like to finish the film." 

His eyes were glinting with mischief, and his hand was slowly making its way up your leg. "You're being a tease." 

He leaned in close, his eyes still on the screen as he whispered into your ear. "Consider it payback coming here on Monday in that dress." 

Fin

@daydreaming-belle @lovemissyhoneybee @darklydeliciousdesires

[wyvchard]

Even if you can't see me as me anymore...

... would you still be kind to me?

CW: Whump, mentions of alcohol

Prompt: Agent Phoenix went missing in the middle of a mission, only to return to the agency with the coldest welcome they've ever received.

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Reginald took in a breath as he sighed, wine glass stained with the 4th? 5th? He lost count after three.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Unlike how retrieving Roxana's research had been. It was just "go to the abandoned location, poke around a bit, and head back".

But of course things always had to end up this complicated.

His agent went missing after a blurry set of events. The camera they were equipped with and their ocular units were struggling to keep track of everything, the signal grainy as the waves travelled through material designed to hinder such transmissions.

But the disrepair was sufficient to be able to send just enough information to paint nightmares that will last for days.

"How do I explain this to the board of directors? Even I don't know what happened." He sighed, looking at his scratchy notes as he tried to rewind the footage. He paused when he head a transmission in his headphones.

"Crane, we got a situation in the Enhanced Operatives Division. Apparently, some agents saw a Zoraxis operative wandering in the building. However, others are saying they saw a ghost."

"Why isn't the building on lockdown?" He suppressed a sigh, the hangover coming closer than he thought possible.

"The building is on lockdown, just that it can't be announced. We're rewinding footage as we speak but the security team is in arms arguing at who they saw."

"Why is that the case? Is there an agent breaking probation?"

"That's the issue. The security team saw Agent Typhoon walking in."

"Isn't Agent Typhoon on probation for provoking several security officers?"

"Exactly. But when security called, Agent Typhoon answered, which the agent in the camera did not do. And then security started freaking out since the agent in the cameras vanished, as if they knew where it is. If we issue a lockdown, they might get away."

"Do you think we've been-"

Reginald cut his words when he received the notification that his agent returned to the building.

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Phoenix walked back to their apartment, deciding to take a pit stop there to patch up the shallow cuts so their handler wouldn't fuss over them all over again. The visits to the medical wing was troublesome as they would be taken off the field for a while once more. Something about the latest time they almost died seemed to have caused him to fret about their well-being way too much.

They were already unsettled by the fact that their ocular implant was causing their vision to turn to static. They hesitantly turned it off as soon as they regained consciousness, shivering away the thought of their handler losing contact with them as their earpiece and body camera was left shattered after that frigid wind caused them to shut their eyes. As much as they would want to keep contact, they were nervous that the static would render them unconscious.

Bandages covered their skin by the time they were finished with patching up. Their fingers were still trembling as the cold jabs of the disinfectant started to subside. They steadied their breathing before deciding to abandon the floor to grab their debrief and broken equipment with their hands.

Securing their hat with the feather pin in their head as the rest of their hair was tucked into it, they headed to their office in the agency, hoping that their handler hadn't decided to confuse liquor with water.

It was supposed to be an uneventful walk, considering it was way beyond what time any reasonable person would walk down the street in. They faltered in their steps several times as the hostile gaze of the ones they passed by traced up their back.

It wasn't the usual gazes of a Zoraxis operative who wants to kill them that bothers them, no. It was the feeling of loathing someone right in front of your face while showing a smile, waiting to pounce for the moment you can wash your hands to pretend you aren't the one who wrung the life out of your abhorred.

They adjusted their hat and trench coat as they entered the agency, still feeling the same looks from the bystanders a couple of blocks before. They still pushed through, 'maybe they got worried', they thought.

"Agent, shouldn't you be in probation?" The security officer greeted them with hostility, taking away their voice with the way they were looked at.

They merely shook their head before passing through the checkpoint and bolted to Reginald's office.

Probation? What would they be in probation for? Was it their hobby of publishing papers?

The gazes of the other agents don't matter to them, ignoring the gasps and silent weeps from the other agents. Others peppered them with profanities.

They have to get to Reggie. Everything is just too much. He must know what's going on.

They avoided the cameras out of habit, despite the fact that the entire agency already knew they survived the death engine. Old habits die hard and those months of hiding the fact they survived that in order to keep up the cover story don't just vanish out of nowhere.

Reginald opened his door, only to pause with a forlorn gaze. Phoenix walked in and shut the door, calling out his name.

"Agent, not tonight. Please. I don't have the energy to deal with this right now. Maybe tomorrow but not now."

Their words, begging for answers and reaching out to hug him, paralyzed him, as if they were something he wasn't meant to be holding onto.

"I'm really sorry, Agent. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have-I should have-" He heaved, shaking as his eyes widened once more. "... Please leave me alone. Please." They refused and merely held onto him for a hug, caging him so he doesn't escape.

Phoenix was in the brink of tears when they noticed the bottles of alcohol on his desk. They used their TK to activate the emergency line and hoped that he wouldn't pass out from drinking.

They quietly counted the minutes in their head and tried to calm him down, supporting his trembling body with their own.

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"Handler, what's going on? Why is this happening?" His agent was crying as the water was leaking in the escape pod.

"I was told that those escape pods are safe. Hold on, I-I'll think of something."

"Don't bother. It's too late. Thank you for trying anyway, Handler."

He knows. He knows he shouldn't be clinging to the phantoms of his imagination, of the wish he could come to them and tell them he's proud of them. But it's too late. That agent's dead and his current one is missing.

But will it be so bad if he clings to this for tonight? Clings to the thought he could say sorry for failing them one more time?

The warmth of the hands patting his back soothed him a bit but it was awful. He was the handler, he should be the one taking care of his agents and yet here he is, pathetically crying in the arms of the agent he failed to save.

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Phoenix knew not to interfere with the medical personnel when they took him away.

They were still shaking when one of the medical personnel told them to get rest back in their ward and telling them that Phoenix will come back to take care of their Handler soon.

... They weren't injured. They have no reason to get to a ward. Right?

But... it still doesn't explain why Reggie called them with a different agent's name, a mix of syllables that they know they have read or heard somewhere.

Maybe they're both sleep deprived. Some water may help.

They paused when they saw the mirror when they were washing their face. Those eyes weren't theirs, nor the shade of the lips.

It wasn't their face.

But that doesn't make sense. Their handler never... None of the other agents...

Just what did that chemical in that laboratory do to them?

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AAAaaand Cut!

Spoilers on how it works here.

I hope to make a multi chapter version soon. There is a rough outline but I am not sure if I'll stick to it.

@phoenix-and-found-family , I wonder how your Phoenix will react to being in this situation.

[south-of-heaven]

hiii bestie! i hope ur well! I was wondering if you could write about becky and the x reader where the reader has been purposely avoiding becky all day which causes becky’s mood change all day and her co worker’s notice and affects her by her losing one of her matches because it’s been distracting her but little does she know the reader had been wanting to surprise her by secretly setting up a cute little home date for becky because she’s been really stressed!! sorry if this makes absolutely no sense😭

Avoiding you || Becky Lynch x Reader

Summary: You've been avoiding Becky all day, it's bothering her and causing her to make mistakes she wouldn't usually make.

You've been avoiding Becky all day, and it's been eating away at her. She can't help but wonder if she did something wrong to hurt you, and the thought gnaws at her, filling her with worry and concern. She tries to focus on her matches, but her mind keeps drifting back to you, and she finds herself making mistakes she usually wouldn't.

During her latest match, she's so preoccupied with thoughts of you that she gets caught off guard and pinned, resulting in a surprising loss. Fuming inside, she tries her best to hide her frustration and disappointment. She's usually a fighter, but right now, all she wants is to figure out what's going on with you.

As she returns home later that night, she's met with a candlelit dinner that you've prepared for her. She stands there, speechless for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. The effort you put into this gesture makes her feel a mixture of emotions – touched, surprised, and still worried about why you've been avoiding her.

You motion for her to sit down, and as she takes her seat, you start to explain. "I'm sorry for being distant today," you begin, your voice gentle but filled with sincerity. "It wasn't because of something you did. I just needed to prepare all of this without you realising."

Becky listens intently, expression softening when she hears your explanation.

"I just wanted to dote on you," you continue. "And if you had known what I was doing you would've said 'let's just get takeout and watch a movie instead'."

She smiles, that smile that only the people closest to her get to see, and reaches across the table to hold your hand. "You're so correct," she says, chuckling. "But next time, don't let me lose a match because I'm concerned that I hurt you when you're just making dinner."

The two of you start laughing. You apologise for costing her the match and she reassures you that it's alright, at least there wasn't a title on the line.

As the night goes on, the two of you eat and talk about anything and everything. "I'm so glad I found you." Becky says.

She takes your hand, leading you to the living room. You settle on the couch together, and she wraps her arms around you in a warm embrace. "I'm glad you you found me too," you say softly. "I want us to be there for each other, through the good times and the tough ones."

Your words make her heart swell with love for you. The fact that she lost her match earlier doesn't matter anymore because being in your arms, knowing that you're there for her, is all that truly matters.

In that moment, you realize that no matter what challenges life throws your way, you'll always be stronger together. With your love and support, she knows she can face anything that comes her way. The two of you sit on the couch in silence, both just thinking about how lucky you are to have each other.

[definitelynotshouting]

Hello I’m here!!

Raaah I meant to talk about the latest chapter sooner but I kept forgetting :,))

But anyway! This chapter really hit home for me and I really resonate with Grian, and I feel so SO scared for him at the same time. The idea that he’s so dead set on hurting himself so badly and mumbo has no idea - along with the rest of the hermits - is very scary, and very effective.

And the fact that they’ve already witnessed him trying to hurt himself in such a way and they’re all trying to cope with that is so. It’s so good. The way you show how each person is dealing with Grian’s attempt is so good because you’re showing them all experiencing different forms of grief.

Mumbo yelled because he was afraid. Tango is trying to help Grian any time he can. Scar is trying to make him laugh. X is dead set on finding a way to save him. Pearl is upset with him. It’s such a good way of showing that grief can manifest in so many different ways, and no one is perfect- they do things like yell because they’re scared, or overstep because they want to help. No one prepares you for grief, and you do an amazing job of showing that.

I can’t express how badly I want to hold Grian’s hand. To me he feels like such a lost soul that feels there’s no hope for him. I have so much sympathy for this depiction of him.

It feels so.. “doomsday” to me?? If that makes sense? The way Grian talks about wanting to go outside and experience the sun and the grass and the sky for one last time before he leaves for good. I feel the bittersweet feeling he must be feeling; not wanting to hurt his friends’ feelings but simultaneously feeling like there’s no other option for him and he just has to do this, so he wants to have a good last day.

It pains my heart so much but in a good way- this is all extremely /pos I cannot express that enough. I think it’s so impressive that you’re able to capture such intense feelings through writing- that’s seriously incredible and if what I’m feeling when reading your story is what you’re after; you’re doing an amazing job!

Ok, I don’t want to overwhelm you so I’ll stop there- but needless to say I’m super excited to see where this story goes and I hope you’re doing well <3

- binge reader

BINGER READER ANON MY HEART....... ohhh this is such a sweet ask and im so unwell abt it /pos

Words cannot express how happy i am that you're resonating so hard with my fic 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i feel so honored to be touching people's lives with this, i literally dont know how to articulate how much messages like these mean to me. And im just!!!! So pleased that you like what im doing with all these varying depictions of grief!!! From the start i truly wanted to explore different reactions and what i felt these characters would do when placed in such a fraught and urgent situation, and im indescribably glad im hitting the mark on what ive been aiming for.

Its been really enriching for me to explore all these myriad reactions to grief; i remember when i first wrote Mumbo in chapter 3, i was a bit worried about the potential reception-- but it felt so right to let him express his fear through anger. And with Pearl, ive loved taking a deep dive into her own fear and trauma and letting it play out in front of Grian during this situation. Literally everyone is so fun to dive into for all the reasons you've said-- Tango is in fix-it mode, Xisuma is pinning all his efforts on one desperate hope, and Scar is deflecting and trying to buy as much time as possible just to keep Grian alive a little longer. Their various reactions are so important to me, especially in how, like you said, nothing truly prepares you for grief-- and it often manifests in unconventional ways. Its been a real treat to depict that, and its something that i feel has some overlooked merit in the emotional realism department that im glad im able to bring to the table

Im truly so touched by this commentary, so don't worry about overwhelming me!!! Im just so genuinely happy people are getting so much out of my writing, its all ive wanted for such a long time, and finally being able to really reach people with it is a dream come true❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[luna-baby01]

Luna Gets Even Bigger, Part I

Being pregnant with so many babies back to back has done quite the number on your body. You are truly enormous now. Getting pregnant with decuplets again at 350 pounds swelled you up to an insane 800 pounds on your due date. You lost 200 pounds that day in baby and amniotic fluid. Unlike last time, nursing your latest brood hasn't really helped you shed any of that baby weight because you're eating just that much to offset any calories burned by it, nor can you really look after either set of your decuplets because you can't really move quickly enough to keep up with them anymore. That's a duty largely left to your husband. You're still an absolutely staggering 600 pounds postpartum. You are wider than you are tall, and you're not even pregnant. Your figure has lost a lot of its femininity at this point. You've gotten so fat that many of your curves have blended together, though any reasonable person would still be able to tell that you're definitely a woman. Those hips of yours are doorframe-crushing, getting stuck every single time you try to venture out of your bedroom, which you don't really do much anymore because of the fact that you get stuck in the door frame so much. Your doctor is shocked that you're still mobile at this size given how short you are. He has recommended that you not get pregnant again, saying that you must lose at least 400 pounds before doing so if you really want to, both because he believes that you're almost certainly infertile at this weight and you would gain multiple hundreds of pounds due to your legendarily insatiable maternity-induced appetite. He thought that would stop you, but guess what? He was wrong.

You absolutely want to get pregnant again, and none of those aforementioned obstacles are going to get in the way of that. You know that even if you could get pregnant again, you could crest 1000 pounds easily. That actually spurs you on more, if anything. You have a history of pushing yourself beyond all reasonable limits in this department, why should any of that stop you now? This mama gets what she wants, and what she wants is another set of babies in her belly to swell her up and pin her down underneath them. I guess not all good things must come to an end, after all.

You find yourself moaning pleasurably at the thought of getting pregnant again, even at your current size. Your husband takes note of this, ready to service you at your beck and call. He hasn't been trying to get you pregnant again, but he knows what his wife wants. Even though you cast your doubts about your ever-ballooning figure to the side in the past, you're worried about your husband's reaction to your new body again. Surely he can't find you attractive now that your exaggerated feminine features have all started blending together. That was a good guess, but no. He is devoted to you completely. He may have to work a bit harder to satisfy you now, but satisfy you he does more than willingly. You're his wife, after all. And his wife always gets what she wants. He knows you want babies, and he's going to give them to you no matter what. He isn't without his own concerns, however.

One night, while the two of you are in the throes of passion, he asks, "Are you sure you want to get pregnant again? You're absolutely gargantuan. I don't know if you'll be mobile again if you did."

Your response, while uncharacteristically aggressive, is the only one you could have possibly given.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! YOU'RE PUTTING SOME BABIES IN ME AND THAT'S FINAL! I COULD BREAK DOWN THE WALLS OF THIS HOUSE BY MY SHEER SIZE ALONE AND IT STILL WON'T BE ENOUGH FOR ME! YOU'RE GOING TO FILL MY BELLY WITH BABIES WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! NOW BE A GOOD BOY AND DO YOUR JOB AS MY BREEDING STUD!"

That proverbial kick in the ass he just got from you was just what he needed. He certainly did do his job exceedingly well, but finding out exactly how well he did that job would have to wait.

(continued in Part II)

WOOOOO YEAH BABY THATS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR, THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT!!

[ghostflowerdreams]

The Lost Boys are a bunch of hoarders. I can see each of them having a massive collection of things from over the years and from their victims.

If they see something they like, they will take it. For example, if their latest victim has a nice leather jacket that looks like it'll fit them, well, it's theirs now because it never hurts to have a spare -- or twenty more. It's the same thing with jewelry and any cash in wallets.

That's not to say they'll keep everything. What they don't want will most likely be pawned off. Some things they like and actively collect, while other things they will get because of necessity, like candles. Vampires have better eyesight in the night than normal humans, but that doesn't mean they can see in total darkness. This is most likely why they had all those candles lit in the cave.

The cash taken from their victims isn't only used for food, but towards candles, batteries, gasoline, and other things that aren't easily found on their victims or on the boardwalk.

Most of the time they steal shit. They don't even need to use their hypnosis-compel ability or illusions to get want they want. Though I can definitely see them doing things the old fashion way just for the fun of the challenge it brings. Other times they avoid stealing if it'll be something that draws too much attention after a while. After all, the more often something goes missing, the easier it is for unwanted eyes (like vampire hunters) to catch on and make the connection.

Would they even need to worry about being caught on camera or video? One of the points in the film was that vampires don't have reflection in mirrors. We saw this with Michael's reflection being transparent because he was only half-turned, but what if that wasn't the norm anymore (as it could've just been an old mirror)?

Vampires traditionally couldn't be captured in mirrors because they were made with silver, and thus old timey cameras which used silver nitrate plates also couldn't capture the vampire's image. However, modern mirrors are made with aluminum and advances in technology has made it so film/(digital) cameras can do a lot, even capture vampires just fine, well, that's the theory anyway.

I suppose it'll be up to the fans and writers to decide if the boys can be capture or not. Will they be invisible no matter what? Or did that vampirism aspect only apply in the past (because silver was used and is typically a weakness for most monsters), but they can now be caught on cameras? If so, will they look like normal people? Will their eyes give off a weird reflective glare like most animals do in photographs? Or will their imagine be super blurry no matter what anyone does to try to "enhance" it, while everything else in the photo (or video) stays super clear and normal?

I digress. The point is that I can totally see them having piles of stuff scatter around their hotel-cave.

Each one will have a pile of clothes. I wouldn't be surprise if some of it is out of style too. They either forgot about it or still keep it around to help feed the fire because why else do they have those drum barrels around?

They also got a lot of books, vinyl records and cassette tapes. I imagine on slower days or late at night when everything is closed they find ways to entertain themselves, be it by reading, listening to music or the radio. If not, they probably have a collection of various games too like darts, playing cards, monopoly, charades, chess, etc.

As for what does each one personally collect?

Hmm, I guess Marko with the state of his jacket he probably collects patches and pins. Maybe even owns a few sewing thread sets with other art and craft supplies.

In the cave there were some seashell mobile or wind chimes hanging around. I think Dwayne is the one to make it (or one of the boys got it from the souvenir shop, knowing it'd be something he'd like). He might like collecting seashells. I can also see him collecting some books, animal bones, antique keys, sea glass, ammonites, pretty or interesting looking rocks, etc.

Paul is probably the one to expand the collection of music and games. Batteries too, though I wouldn't be surprise if all the boys add onto it and make sure their stockpile of batteries never runs too low. Maybe movies and concert ticket stubs? I don't see him paying for it, though, so he probably snatches them from others. He might even collect or make his own guitar picks too.

As for David...I don't actually know. Probably books, oh, maybe cool looking zippo lighters? He does smoke, so that would make sense. Oh, what if he has a collection of pocket and folding knives? It certainly wouldn't be hard to come by. I imagine there's been plenty of times of people thinking they can take him on with just a knife (this of course is before he reveals he's a vampire). He would probably find it amusing and be like 'oh, how nice' if it's something he doesn't have already. He'll be picky about it, though. No shitty quality knives unless it's aesthetically pleasing.

Other possibilities are watches, badges, matchbooks, dice, shot glasses or keychains from states/countries they've been to (though this might be more of a Marko and Paul thing) and coins.

[bullet-prooflove]

Donna’s Thursday Radio Show Prompt List! - Sing Those Songs Baby!

It’s that time again! The Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Everything that made you great only made you bad

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles

The stars are shining for you

You can't bury the truth It's time to pay your dues

Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights

Never really said too much Afraid it wouldn't be enough

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road

I know that you had big dreams That you had big plans

So much time's been wasted So many thoughts been lost on you

Did it frighten you How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?

Remember when we lost the keys and You lost more than that in my backseat, baby

2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake "Can you help me unravel my latest mistake"

You got a white picket fence and your dad's got a gun

I don't love him, Winter just wasn't my season

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

Cold wind rushes down on my face

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

The door is open come on inside

I wasn't jealous before we met

 I say "I heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl." He says, "What you've heard is true but I Can't stop thinking about you," 

the signal keeps on breakin' up

Why don't you ask him if he's going to stay?

the band they played our favorite song And I held you in my arms so strong

I do my makeup in somebody else's car, We order different drinks at the same bars

there's no point in grieving

it's been a while since I have even heard from you

They've got blood on their hands

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily

'Cause honey I'll come get my things,

We danced so close, We danced so slow, And I swore I'd never let you go

Don't say that you love me

Don't say it's like a fantasy When you know this is how it should be

Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year

No one can find the rewind button, girl

If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me

Sometimes I wake up in a different bedroom

You kiss me, I'm falling

I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth

Your life collides with mine

On a night like this I wanna stay forever,

Words can never make me stay

I should just tell you to leave 'cause I Know exactly where it leads

A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck

Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Something I rely on to get home

You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice

I've had a few little love affairs

Takes me home Lights are off, he's taking off his coat, 

[nobodyspecialhereblog]

Base Blog Info

Art Tag - Commissions - Linktree Sketches and OC Blog ( @ukusreticence )

Reblog and Random Comments Blog ( @ludicrouspajamas ) TLDR; don't expect posts, don't expect reblogs, likes, follows- don't expect activity in general, don't expect anythin from me, I'm just going with the flow and my current vibes. :) energy levels vary a lot.

Feels like I should state this at some point and leave it pinned. Nobodyspecialhereblog was originally intended to be a normal tumblr blog after the original iteration of it got deleted due to personal reasons. However due to my horrendous habit of keeping up with things, this is more of an archive of my art so I have something to look back on now. :) Maybe I'll do SOME reblogs and stuff again but I kinda ended up getting myself a lotta social anxiety again :( so for now it's MOSTLY for art. I dunno if I'll be doing reblogging and such. Probably not. It's more of just an art archive, a way to browse things, and indulge in my self interests. I might draw random fanart, check on my friends, check on other creators or blogs, and likely do a little of it all every once and awhile. Depends on whether or not I remember. :P I am doing AT LEAST yearly posts but it's mostly for the whole art archive thing. Y'know?

I will say tho, I think I've come pretty far since I first joined tumblr and the first time I made this blog. Even comparing now to the start of the second version of this blog, I've changed a lot and I'm proud of myself. :)

I'll put some latest notes here if I ever remember to bother to... Y'know... Update. Or check my tumblr. Or honestly Imma probably forget about this post ahaha. Update Count Since Post: 7

Latest News: (Last Updated 10/16/2024) oof lost my motivation for tumblr after being on it for like 7 months straight. Woops? Artfight think burnt out my want to draw too unfortunately. poppin in every so often, always checking notes but nothing more. occasional browsing.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi there! Could I request a matchup with a male character from honkai star rail, genshin impact, and demon slayer please??

My pronouns are she/her and I’m heterosexual. My zodiac sign is Taurus and I’m an INFP! I have pretty dark brown hair that I usually keep cut a little past my shoulders and I have brown eyes. I’m 5’7 and have freckles across my cheeks, as well as a few moles (I also have very prominent dark circles under my eyes..).

I’m definitely a more introverted person, I’m very shy when I’m talking to people I don’t know, and I tend to avoid conversation as much as possible. However, if I get to know someone, I can be very talkative and cheery! I’m a very creative person and have a big imagination! I can also be very stubborn, and I don’t really like to admit that I’m wrong.

I have a lot of hobbies, and I really enjoy trying out new things! I have a passion for baking, and I try to bake something new at least once a month! I also enjoy figure skating, and I’ve recently learned how to play the harp! Some other various hobbies of mine include calligraphy, digital art and quilting. I absolutely love going antique shopping! It’s a really fun past time, and I definitely like looking through decorations and utilities from the past. I collect records, old comics, pins, and paper dolls, so those are all things I like! I have a very strong dislike for bugs and I also hate seafood.

I hope this is good, Thank you!

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Welt enjoys your quiet demeanour. Between March, the Trailblazer, and (on occasion) Dan Heng, you're a nice change of pace.

Gets rid of bugs for you. They don't bother him so he has no problem with doing that for you.

His favourite moments with you are spent enjoying each other's company. You could be playing the harp, doing calligraphy, working on your latest quilting project, or doing nothing at all. He just likes being in your presence.

Welt enjoys listening to you play the harp. He likes the tunes you produce and enjoys being able to hear your skills improve with practice.

One thing he does love doing with you is baking. He gets to spend time with you and he gets a snack out of it at the end.

Welt also loves going antique shopping with you. Between your shared love of records, and all the other cool old things you find, it's sure to be an enjoyable day for both of you.

In Genhsin Impact, I match you with...

Thoma matches your energy beat for beat. I see him as naturally a more reserved person. But he can certainly step up and carry conversations when needed.

He likes it when you talk to him about your interests. It shows him that you feel comfortable with him and that means more to him than he can say.

Another one who loves baking with you! Thoma is great in the kitchen so whatever you make always ends up tasting amazing. He'll give you little tips here and there for future reference if you're cooking without him.

If you use your quilting skills to make something for him? He's so grateful. He's lost for words. They can't express how much it means to him that you put so much time and effort into something just for him.

Expect your favourite snack and a handwritten love letter to show up sometime the next day.

On a completely different note, I think you would get along really well with Lisa. You're pretty similar so I can see you hanging out in her library a lot.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

No matter how introverted you are, somehow Giyu is even more reserved.

He enjoys watching you do calligraphy and play the harp. He likes watching your hands move; it's soothing to him. If he watches for too long though, he might start falling asleep.

I think Giyu would enjoy antique shopping. There isn't really the need for conversation and there are some really cool things hidden in antique shops. He likes the peaceful intrigue of it.

Ice skating dates! I don't know why but in my mind, this fits so well with Giyu. I think he would be decent at skating but nowhere near figure skating level.

His favourite part of going skating with you is being able to skate side by side with your hands intertwined "for warmth".

He's very careful about not falling over…the last thing he wants is to pull you down with him.

[timeguardiansarchive]

Skipping School continued from X

Jagged lightning appears in Missy's eyes at his seemingly clever quip. "What's the point? Everyone knows I'm not as smart as Sheldon." It's a tough fate to swallow but she's been swallowing it since she was three. Everything she tries her hands at feels like a failure. Math, English, Science they're all complicated art forms that sail way above the fathoms of her head. Missy wasn't at all a fan of struggling, so she didn't try at all.

Her latest teacher accused her of 'cheating' while taking a test simply because she was whispering with Billy. No one else seems to know what's going down in her family and yet, he seemed to be a remarkably insightful source of information. Correct information. He knew Georgie's baby was a girl before she did. He knew that her father and his mother Brenda were spending evenings alone in the chickencoop. When confronted, Missy lashed out. Saying she forgot, the teacher would know what cheating looked like given the way her husband was carrying on.

Then with a wistful expression she slips an imperative tidbit in under the radar. "'Sides they don't want you in school when you're suspended." Lowering her voice a few pitches, she adds. "Might have to take in this cruddy movie a few more times." So her suspension had an awful lot to do with the turmoil between her parents. "They wouldn't sell me the ticket for Too Hot in Seattle or Raiders of the Lost Ark. It's like they don't think I've ever seen rated "R" things before. I've seen things on Pay-per-view." She grumpily rumbles. Being thirteen sucks. Her weary, stormy eyes return to the screen just in time to watch the Aquamaniac take a dramatic nose dive from a cliff. A sigh unfurls itself from her lungs. As bad as this movie was, she wasn't exactly interested in Grandma goes to Hollywood or any of the other offbrand titles boasted in flashing lights.

Missy shrugs. "It was definitely about me in general." The confession is made between noms on popcorn. Who cares where the blame laid? "They think the other s to blame for my attitude, for all the trouble I've been getting into lately." Her chilled gaze averts, pinning to Murphy the way darts to bullseyes when he speaks again. Bemused wonder melts a little of the anger into something more mailable. "You-- you did?" Her stance in the stiff seat shifts. "What did you do about it?"

Once more young Cooper slinks backwards into the chair. "The police?" She scoffs. "That would be the day." The concept however wasn't that unimaginable. A part of Missy tries to swallow her dear friend Paige's fate down at the expression of his words. "Thank God. I'd just as soon keep my parents out of this--"She grits out. The mention of juvie has her head spinning disastrously. Her parents would go ballistic. As if they weren't going nuclear enough. Her gaze returns to the screen trying to wash the terrorizing reality of his words to abate.

Instead of turning more introverted and introspective, Missy avoids the topic like a plague. "Just how did you find me anyways?" She mutters, crunching down another series of handfuls of popcorn. "And why's it matter to you if I go off the rails?"

[strikershotelsclubs]

Welcome to Strikers Hotels & Clubs Ltd on Tumblr! 🌟

🏨 Who Are We? Strikers Hotels & Clubs, or as we fondly dub it, "The Hospitality Heroes of Uganda!" 🦸‍♂️✨ From humble beginnings as a guest house in the scenic Soroti City, we've struck out (pun intended) to become one of the luxury giants in Uganda's hotel sector. Oh, and did we mention our founder Emmanuel once got lost in our hotel because of its vastness? 🤣 Yep, it’s that expansive!

🏙️ Location, Location, Location Strikers Hotel Soroti: One km along Moroto Road. Think of it as the epicenter of elegance, but with a club that's got sound so sharp, you can hear a pin drop... over the beat of the latest hits!

Strikers Hotel Moroto: In the heart of Moroto City along Idro Close. Magnificent mountain views? Check. A club where the bass could probably set off seismic meters? Double check.

🛏️ Rooms Between the two, we've got over 130 stylish rooms! Our founder tried a nap-test in each and... he's still on it. It’s THAT comfortable!

🍽️ Culinary Delights Our restaurants serve dishes so tantalizing, they might just start a foodie pilgrimage. And don't even get us started on our wine list - it's longer than the last book you pretended to read. 😜

🍸 Club Nights The weekend buzz? Oh, it’s not a buzz. It’s a full-blown sonic boom of awesomeness at our clubs. Elegant drinks, gourmet experiences, and a floor that demands your dance moves!

📝 Conferences & Meetings We’ve hosted everything from intense corporate debates about whether pineapples belong on pizzas to grand gala dinners. Our conference rooms are basically where productivity meets party.

🌱 Eco-Love We’re green. Not with envy, but with environmental love. In 2014, we embarked on an eco-journey. Plants give us oxygen, and we give them... well, a lot of love and respect!

🔍 Quality? Assured! We're the embodiment of luxury. How luxurious, you ask? If luxury was butter, we'd be that golden slab that melts at the mere sight of warm toast!

🌐 Our Vision To be the comfort kings by 2030. But hey, why wait? Experience the grandeur now!

📌 In Conclusion Whether you're looking to detach from daily drudgery, dance the night away, or devour delightful dishes - Strikers is your one-stop haven. Come for the rooms, stay for the vibes!

Contact? Oh please, you know you want to!

Email: ✉️ info@strikers.co.ug

Bookings? Shoot at: 🎯 bookings@strikers.co.ug

Website: 🌍 www.strikers.co.ug

Direct line to our "nap-testing" founder? Just kidding, but our telephone lines are always open for you!

Stay grand. Stay Strikers. Till then, keep striking those stellar poses and see you soon! 💃🕺🎉🎊

P.S.: Did we mention we've got the best sound in the city? Oh, we did? Well, it's worth repeating! 😉

[dennydraws]

It's not your focus being poor, it's the age of rapidly moving social media.

Actual diagnoses aside, I'm not dismissing these... If you think your focus is poor, look at what social media and the current internet trends are teaching your brain.

Not so long ago I found myself struggling to do the things I was able to do with ease 5 or so years ago - just open a sketchbook draw and relax without any expectations or great plan for amazing results. I used to love the process of creation, the rough and unshaped ideas regardless if they become more than scribbles or not. Now my brain just keep pausing and looking for distractions. Why should I bother with this process of drawing if I may not like the final result? I should get dopamine from the end result, right? But I could get my dose of dopamine from just opening latest rapidly moving social media where for 3 seconds I can see something relatable or funny and more importantly - I can do it with just a few swipes of the finger. That's what my answer was when I sat down and kept asking "Why do you pause, why do you stop, what happened?"

Our brains are adaptable things. The constant and endless scrolling can teach them that oh, yes you can get your dopamine, no need to invest time and effort. No, I'm not here to say social media bad, remove all the apps, let's go back to early 2000s. Social platforms can connect us, they can give us good inspiration, we can learn things, so many things ... but without proper control it can also corrode our focus. The big corporations cater to this - they try and try to grab your attention by implementing endless scrolling, faster sharing, numerous notifications and so on and so on. Surely you don't want to MISS something, right? And they make sure you are reminded that you DON'T want to miss anything. Come back into the torrent of information! We need your content cause your content is our money! (I have notifications turned off from everything, screw that noise)

The constant bombarding with information teaches your brain that it needs this extra noise while tiring it very very quickly sometimes without you realizing it. Once you deprive it from it, the brain simply struggles to focus. After all, where is the extra noise? So you find yourself playing a podcast or two or five, maybe tap a game on your phone while you expect yourself to draw, to create, to concept ... but is your focus even there? You end up hating what you worked on and just go change your song or the podcast or maybe do your gatcha dailies and before you know it, you start getting your dopamine and it's not from your work.

And so you end the day thinking - ah, I lost my spark.

You? More like Me. I'm the one who goes through this right now and if you do too, consider what is eating your attention. Reduce it, no need to cut it forever. See how you feel. I'm in a process of social media detox and trying different things. Coming back to Tumblr reminded me how good I felt on this site. Sure it has the same little dopamine traps like many others but at least it's not a rapid raging stream of everything. At least I can sit down and pin my attention long enough to post this rather than condense it into "Social Media bad for focus" and tweet it cause internet forbid content takes more than 3 seconds of your attention - you have to feed the system after all.

Anyhow, thank you for reading this far, I just needed to pour some of my thoughts on focus, social media and how much I hate the current trends of - be short, be shocking, be 3 seconds long or be lost in the void forever. It's exhausting, it trains you to think that hard work is waste of time and you should never think your hard work was waste of time.

[isfjmel-phleg]

All right, fine, I sort of wrote something. Another item from @fictionadventurer's list: In-character shopping lists.

Rachel (does not get regular pocket money or the chance to visit shops very often, so the list has to be brief and practical)

Hair ribbons (necessary to keep her mane contained)

Writing paper (mostly for letters to her father and brother)

Ink (see above, and also for lessons)

Black thread (for mending holes in stockings before her mother notices)

The new book The Princess of Yew (too expensive, never mind)

Rietta (means to be a good money manager but always fails--in this case she's determined to prepare for a long, boring train trip)

Lemon drops (her favorite)

Map of Corege (geography is important to her)

Hair pins (she's nearly grown-up enough to need them now!)

Hat pins (double as a weapon)

Magazine (to stave off boredom)

Pack of cards (see above)

Another magazine (in case she reads the first one too quickly)

Inane fidgety toy (why not)

Delclis (gets next to no pocket money as king and is perpetually annoyed about it--he's got a list of necessary supplies for when he saves up enough)

Seeds (a lot of them, dozens of varieties, he's got a whole itemized list)

Latest scientific journal (he wants to keep up with botany even if he's no longer able to be an active researcher)

Slides for microscope (the cells aren't going to examine themselves)

Mounting cards (for pressed botanical specimens)

Treats for Canis (who is a good boy)

Elystan (has probably never actually set foot in a shop, which is probably for the better since he has no concept of money management, but if he ever gets his chance while at school...)

Magazine with the latest Morrick Hopeley story (absolutely crucial, he cannot wait)

Puzzle game of some sort (he's bored)

Sweets (he's a child)

Phonograph record (preferably something ragtime, for maximum Josiah-annoyance)

Books (the more the better--he's bored)

Matches (to light asthma cigarettes)

Smelling salts (he has to carry these for fainting spells)

Printing paper (he owns a printing press. a small one. suitable for shenanigans)

Not listed: any number of random objects bought on a whim

Amarantha (dedicates most of her budget to Art, because she has Priorities)

Colored pencils (never can have too many, and she goes through them quickly)

Sketchbook (see above)

Charcoal (she's experimenting)

Cuff protectors (charcoal is messy)

Handkerchiefs (she also goes through these quickly since she uses them for art mishaps more often than anything else)

Tamett (has probably never bought anything unexpected or not on brand in his life)

Postcards (to send to family)

Comics (perfectly acceptable literature--he's practicing his Coregean)

New handball (lost the last one after it got stuck on a roof)

Typewriter ribbon (replacement)

Strawberry ice (from the school shop, as a treat)

Josiah (is a model budgeter, thank you very much)

Sheet music (for his music lessons and personal practice time)

Rosin (for his violin)

Violin strings (just in case)

Graph paper (for mathematics classes and extra credit work to impress the teachers)

Ink (for all the essays, letters, and journal entries he writes)

Chocolate creams (he keeps a stash, don't tell the others)

Comb (appearances are everything at Hollingham)

Pocket mirror (see above)

Political theory books (his father requires weekly updates on his reading material)

Military strategy books (see above)

Chocolate creams (...on second thought, he'll take two)