#woooo it’s been a while hasn’t it you two

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Cause I’m no girls toysss | Heyheyhey !!

So.. So ? SO I GAVE IN OKAY- I saw other people make fanchild and it made me want to sobs ;;

Meet Hops !!! Just a lil fella.. and a Ragatha x Jax kid, while we’re at it.

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Info -

- Npc created by Caine ? Popped out of nowhere ? Looks like Ragatha and Jax ? Yessir 😎

- Loves their parents, especially Ragatha !

- Fear ? Whatsthat ?

- surprisingly prefers Zooble over all the others that aren’t their parents.

- claws can grow super sharp !!!!

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I SAW your embarrassment nsfw hcs… can you make one for anxiety as well? With a afab partner (gn is fine if ur uncomfy with that) pls take ur time 😋

♡Anxiety first time smut and general NSFW headcanons♡

Woooo I love Anxiety so much she consumes my every thought not even lying, I want her so bad. Anxiety please marry me I love you more than anything. This one also reads like a oneshot/headcanon combo. Also two posts in one day :0

Thanks for requesting <3

Reader is afab/has female anatomy; this is straight up smut but it gets to be more mild near the end; dominant reader; oral sex

MDNI

Spice level 🌶️: hot and explicit, like way hotter than I was intending it to be. I hope that’s ok

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• You both would have to be dating a while for the thought to even cross her mind

• When it does, I bet you can guess what happens

• She overthinks everything

• Not only is she worried about doing sexual activities for the first time but how it will happen

• She hasn’t the slightest clue on how to proceed with anything sexual

• She doesn’t know if you want her to be on top or bottom, or how to preform

• Once you bring up the idea to her she’s honestly relieved because she doesn’t have to burden this worry alone anymore

• “I’m so glad you brought this up. I’ve been thinking about it constantly.” she sighed in relief

• She then became hyperaware of what she just said and realized she sounded like she’s been constantly nonstop horny this entire time, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not a pervert I’ve just been worried about how we’ll have sex… if we do at all I mean. We don’t have to.”

• You’re used to her rambling awkward behavior so you just giggle and comfort her

• Before you two actually have sex for the first time you have a long chat

• The purpose of this chat was for Anxiety to relieve some anxiety about the situation that’s going to happen soon

• Of course she asked a ton of questions like what she should do to make you feel good, how it gets started, and if she should top or bottom for the first time

• You said whatever comes naturally for her and whenever you both are in the mood

• She felt a little better but realized the best way to not stress about the situation was to do it and learn from experience

• Surprisingly you two didn’t talk about it for the next few days. She was initially expecting to do it that day or the next, but she did still need some time to process

• One day while she was in her massage chair after almost having another panic attack her mind started to wander to dirty territories

• She thought of you kissing her and all the noises you’d make

• She thought of caressing your body and how soft you’d feel as she grasped you tightly in her hands

• She thought of your fingers caressing her chilled body and slipping inside her

• At this point she was in her own fantasy world, becoming increasingly in the mood to finally have you all to herself

• Anxiety’s eyes drifted to the control panel. All the emotions including you were there, too intrigued with what was going on to realize her daydreaming. Too busy to realize the growing wetness between her legs

• Her eyes drifted to you and lingered there. She began to think again. What would your cute face contort to once she made you cum? Would you be loud, quiet, or somewhere in between?

• Suddenly she wasn’t nervous anymore, just horny. That’s how she knew it was showtime

• Anxiety got up from her chair. It was time for something else to make her feel good

• She walked toward you and grabbed your hand suddenly, leading you to her bedroom

• You were surprised before you realized where you were going. You smirked

• Anxiety sat you down on her bed and stood between your legs as she went in for a kiss

• She mewled into it and you were pushed down onto the bed, laying on your back

• You reached up and grabbed her waist under her shirt

• She made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a squeal and a moan

• It sounded so hot. You had to have her now

• You flipped her over so that she was below you

• While you continued to kiss, you reached your hand under her sweater again and up to grab her petite tits

• “Oh fuck” she muttered impulsively and then covered her mouth with both hands after realizing what she said

• “It’s okay, let me take care of you. Let all your words out.” You respond as you put your head under her sweater and start kissing her torso up and down

• Anxiety let out a few breathy moans. This felt better than she anticipated

• You lifted her arms up and dragged her sweater over her head, revealing her bare chest

• Truth is, Anxiety is pretty insecure. Even about her appearance

• She didn’t think she was the most attractive emotion out there and sometimes found it hard to believe you thought she was beautiful the same way she thinks you are beautiful

• So when you lift off her sweater her arms cover her chest while her hands shield her embarrassed face from you

• “It’s okay Anxiety, you’re amazing.” you responded to her gesture, bringing your lips down to encompass her nipple

• “Thank you. You are too.” She stuttered out, gripping your hair

• Her breath is shaky as you continue sucking, switching from one breast to the other

• You trailed more kisses down her torso and stop at her pants. You unzip them and pull everything down to reveal her downstairs area

• Anxiety squirmed as you used your middle and pointer finger to spread her folds

• “Cute” you commented

• Even though it was a subtle remark it made her insides clench

• You put a finger inside her and started moving slowly

• She squirmed so you held her down with your other hand as you started moving your finger quicker in and out of her tight insides

• That’s when you discovered she’s pretty loud in bed

• After she was even more soaked from you fingering her, you decided to eat her out

• If you thought she was loud before then you’re in for a sweet treat

• There’s no possible way the others didn’t hear her from rooms away

• Both of you were enjoying yourselves though. Too caught up in passion to even care what was going on outside the bedroom walls

• You sucked on her delicate clit. She almost screamed

• “Oh my fuck y/n please it feels so good keep going ohmhyfuck I love you I love you so much fuck don’t stop!”

• You continued until she announced she was about to cum

• “Ah y/n I think something’s happening I feel like I’m going to pee it feels so good though don’t stop baby!”

• The pressure buildup finally released and she came with a high pitched squeal. Her whole body was shaking and she was pulsating

• “Let me take care of you now.” She managed to mutter, still recovering from her orgasm

• Before you could even move she was pulling you on top of her face. She practically ripped your bottoms off and moaned and she saw your wet pussy

• “Please use me however you want.” She looked up at you and began to gently lick and suck your clit

• You threw your head back and began using her face

• You were about to cum a couple minutes later

• You grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand and her hair with the other,1 riding her face

• She couldn’t breath well but she was too busy lapping your pussy to care

• When you came she let out her biggest moan yet, almost as if she had cum again just from pleasuring you

• You collapsed on the bed next to her, catching your breath

• You praised her for doing such a good job and she confessed that she did in fact cum again when you did

• “You just looked so euphoric how could I not?” she added

• You two cleaned each other up in the bathroom and went back to bed to cuddle and nap

• In general she’s a very willing partner in bed

• She’ll try almost anything with you as long as it isn’t too far out of her comfort zone

• Doesn’t usually use nicknames for you unless she’s really close

• She’s a switch but usually submissive in both roles. So she’s either a service top or a regular subby bottom. However, maybe something could trigger her to be more dominant on her own one day

• Prefers you to take the lead no matter if you’re topping or bottoming

• Lives for your pleasure and drives to entice praises out of you

• She loves being praised, it gives her the right amount of reinforcement

• The more she’s praised, the more freaky and bold she gets

• Not the type to initiate dirty talk but she’d try if you were saying naughty things to her first

• You know how she has those cute squealing moments in the movie?

• Well I think this goes without saying, but she squeals when she cums

• Also squeaks and squeals when you toss her around

• Likes leaving her socks on during sex

• Curls her toes when she cums

• Is a master with her fingers. Y’all have seen her at the control panel

• You guys invest in a strap on

• That’s a conversation for another day though 🫣

• Likes when you pet her head afterward as she lays on you

• Sometimes she gets an overwhelming euphoric feeling after you two are done and starts crying because she loves you so much

• You wipe her tears away and give her kisses

• Her favorite position would be missionary cause she likes the intimacy of it and being close to you

• She’s mostly vanilla. She wants to try all the basic sex stuff before she explores more kinky concepts

• She will get there eventually though

• Makes a checklist of every kink she’s willing to try and checks them off like immediately after you two are done trying them

• Overall, she’s very soft and servicing once she gets in the horny headspace. Just wants to pleasure you forever <3

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Thanks for reading! Might have to mark this one as mature later cause sheesh I didn’t expect to make it this spicy. It seems like with each nsfw I write it gets more and more spicy. Anyway, hope you enjoyed :)

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Cleardune Chapter 1: Petunia

Joel Miller x f!reader

no physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: Today, you feel just as dead as the saloon is. Then, a cowboy strolls in, and at first he’s just one of those passersby that roll through town, but once you see him, you’re like a deer in the headlights. He’s drop dead gorgeous, and you can’t get him out of your head. After “running into him” after you get off of work, he invites you for a night ride. Of course, you oblige. 

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: Drinking, emotionally neglectful/absent father, mention of being hit by father, mention of reader’s mother dying, kinda touch starved reader

A/n: woooo lets get this party started yeehaw

Series masterlist

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The pianist is playing his tenth rendition of the same piece you've heard that many times already today, and you feel like you could melt into the floor. If it stays this slow here at the saloon, you just might. 

“‘Nother.” Demands the town drunk, Henry, though it’s barely past noon. Far before the sun sets, he’ll be carried out of here. Still, you pour him another glass, and watch him twirl it in his hand before taking a long sip. 

The bar is empty except for him and a couple regulars playing cards quietly at one of the tables. The pianist must be as miserable as you, here all day with the most interesting thing to happen being a gust of wind slightly waving the saloon doors. 

Many days, like today, you feel like you’re in limbo. Nothing ever happens in the tiny town of Cleardune, and practically all you do is this: bartend; your father won’t let you do much of anything else. Sometimes, you don’t think he even remembers that you’re his daughter—his only daughter, that is, his only child, only family. He hasn’t even looked at a woman since your mother died, and that was ten years ago. He won’t speak her name. The last time you did is the only time he’s ever hit you. Backhanded, he nearly knocked you on the floor. Once, someone else spoke her name, only in passing, and it turned into a damn brawl. It’s as if he wants to forget her, to obliterate her memory completely. And you hate him for it. You hate that he acts like you’re not the last thing of her that he has left. Like you’re nothing more than an employee at his damn bar. And yet, every boy you’ve ever tried to bring home, he’s raised a shotgun at. It’s like he wants your life to be empty. Lonely, meaningless. Nothing. As long as you’re in this town, your life will be nothing but nothing. 

For years, you’ve dreamed of running away, but you know nothing about surviving out there in the desert. Hell, you don’t even know how to ride a horse, thanks once again to your father. He wants you to stay here, keep being his bartender, cook him his meals, wash and iron his clothes, take care of him while he says nothing, not a single thanks, or hug, or even a pat on the head. Sometimes, you think he’s forgotten your name. You’d thought that maybe he’d warm back up in the years since your mother’s passing, but he hasn’t. 

The idea of getting out of here is becoming more and more mouth watering, even if you have no clue what you’d do with yourself. Just, something, something interesting, something new, an adventure. An adventure, that’s what you want. To get out of here, that’s what you need. 

The saloon doors push open as you daydream, but you don’t bother to look up until you hear an unfamiliar set of spurs. You raise your elbows off of the bar, watching the man walk in. He’s tall and broad, a cowboy hat hiding his face, his jacket thick and dark. As the stranger approaches the bar, all heads turn. Not many of those come through here, but you have seen a cowboy like him before, stopping in town for a few days at most. For a bed and a drink, rest for a little while until they realize that there’s nothing here other than that and a prostitute or two who have been doing it for so long they barely bother to smile anymore. 

The brim of his hat keeps his face shielded as he takes a seat. This, now, is the most interesting thing that has happened in months, and, naturally wildly intrigued, you slide over to him.

“What’ll it be?”

And then he looks up, and you see his face, and he is handsome. Tan skin, graying scruff, and deep, brown, almost puppy dog eyes

“Whiskey.” His voice is low, faintly gruff, and like honey. 

As you turn back for a bottle and a glass, you feel your entire face and chest flush, so you take your time with it. Christ almighty, you think to yourself. When you turn back, you can’t meet his eyes, despite how much you want to. He is the most handsome man you have ever seen. And not just that, he’s pretty. 

“Thank y’ kindly, ma’am.”

“Just let me know if you want anything else.” Your voice comes out high, and you immediately busy yourself with a cloth over the clean bar. 

“Sure will.” 

He sips quietly while you burn up, as if he’s radiating the heat of the sun from just a few feet away. Your mind races. After calming it as best you can, you decide that you need to strike up a conversation, which is a bit out of your character, but you can’t not. 

“So, where you coming from? Running or just walking?”

He looks up at you, licking his lips after a sip, and you’re almost beside yourself. The man chuckles and shakes his head, glancing back down for only a moment before looking back at you with a slight smile, that one little move making your chest flutter, “Nothin’ to worry about ma’am, not runnin’ from anythin’. Just travelin’.”

“What town were you in before this?”

“Can’t remember the name. Far from here.”

“Well, what brings you here?”

He lifts his glass, “Bit a’ this. Bed for me and some rest for my horse. It’s been a while.”

“Well, welcome to town.” You pull a smile out of yourself. Same ol’, same ol’, he sounds like, which is disappointing, but something about him is different. Maybe it’s just how stupidly good looking he is, but there’s something else, you think. 

“Thank y’ kindly.” He tilts his hat with a smirk. 

“So… how long are you staying?”

“Not long I reckon.”

Even though the reply was expected, it’s disappointing. Not like there’s anything to offer to keep him around in this dead end town. 

“Well… where are you headed after this?”

“Nowhere in particular. Like I said, I’m just a travelin’ man.”

“Gets lonely out there, doesn’t it?” You say before you can stop yourself. Not that it’s any kind of invitation, you really didn’t mean much by it, but you realize how it sounds as soon as the question leaves your lips. Henry slightly raising his head from across the bar tells you that it was probably too much. You bite your cheek. 

“Not when I’ve got Petunia with me.”

“Petunia?” Your voice comes out high again and you swallow hard. Has he already got a woman? A woman dedicated enough to be traveling with him? You feel your dreams have been dashed, all of those that have already built up in your head in only the first few minutes of meeting him. You know it’s ridiculous, but this man is somehow overriding all rationality in your mind. Maybe because there’s something else in you thinking for itself. You can’t really blame the little lady, you don’t get a lot of action around here. 

He chuckles. “My horse. Her name’s Petunia.”

“Oh,” you half chuckle, releasing a breath, “Pretty name.”

“Well, she’s a pretty girl.” He replies and sips. 

“I’ll bet she is.” 

“How d’you reckon that?”

“Pretty horse for a pretty cowboy.” You immediately bite your cheek again, swallowing hard. He chuckles and looks down, and you think you can hear someone else in the room snort. Silently, but very loud in your head, you curse yourself. 

“Well, thank you, ma’am… you’re not too bad yourself, if I may say.” He says as he looks back up at you, keeping your gaze as he sips his whiskey. 

“Well, thank you…” You feel your face and chest heat up again, but you can’t tear your eyes away long enough to hide. 

Well, he did meet you where you were at. And, even if it means that all he might want to do is fuck you before he’s off again, you’ll take it, even if it’s bad. But he looks like he knows his way around a woman. You bet he’d be real gentle, real loving. 

Then, you have to look away, and retreat to polish a few clean glasses. 

And that’s the last you speak, save for the “Thank ‘y ma’am,” and tip of his hat after he finishes his glass before the saloon doors swing closed behind him, and it feels like he’s gone almost as quick as he came. 

Henry hee-hee’s as he pushes his own empty glass forward, and you shoot him a glare as you fill it back up. You just hope he’s not so entertained by it that he decides to tell your father, because that’ll be the end of things for sure. 

The rest of the day is slow and dead, slower and deader than it’s ever felt before, and it gives you plenty of time to wonder about this strange, handsome cowboy. He said he isn’t running, so he’s no outlaw. Is he really just a traveling man? Does he have some wife out there? Kids? Where is he from? Does he have somewhere he’s aiming for? Something? Would he ever want to settle down? Maybe with you? Christ, you don’t even know his name. 

Just as the sun is about to set, your father comes into the saloon, waving you off without a word before taking your place behind the bar. He gives you no extra chores, though you’ll need to be fixing dinner soon, so you grant yourself permission to wander through town for just a little while, no doubt to try to catch sight of the man from earlier. You repeatedly smooth your dress as you walk, wishing you’d worn a nicer one today. He’s nowhere in sight, until you get to the barn at the edge of town, and there, you spot him. 

The setting sun coming through the other end of the barn’s open doors frames his figure, his hands on the cheeks of what must be Petunia. His silhouetted profile is something for the books, and you stop dead in your tracks, watching him. 

Feet moving helplessly, you wander in, and lean against the wide door frame. 

“Is that Petunia?”

When he looks at you, he’s shadowed, but he tips his hat, “Sure is. Wanna meet ‘er?”

You reply with a smile and wander in further. Petunia is, in fact, a very pretty girl—nearly white blonde, blue eyes like the sky, and built almost like a draft horse, with a matching gentle nature. She’s striking, just like her rider. 

“She sure is a looker, you were right.” “Ain’t she?” He sounds so proud when he says it. 

You pet her snout, and she bends her head into it. “Polite, too.”

“She’s a good girl. ‘Til you get on her bad side.” You hear the smirk in his voice.

“And how do you get on her bad side?” You look at him, the setting sun glinting behind his cheekbone.

“Shootin’ at ‘er.” He smirks.

“You get shot at a lot?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Nah, don’t cause enough trouble for it.” 

“So… you’re really just a traveler, huh?”

“Sure am.” “How come? Why not, you know, settle down somewhere?” He shrugs, “Get too restless if I’m in one place for too long.”

“Yeah, I can understand that.” You chuckle lightly, feeling like your ass has been on fire for about half a decade, despite no moves to put it out. 

“How long you been here, then?”

“My whole life.” You answer with a sheepish smile. 

“How old ‘re you?”

“Twenty.” “That’s a long time to be in one place. Why don’t you leave?”

You shrug. “I don’t know how to be anywhere else.”

“Well… that’s fair. It’s a rough world out there.”

“I still sure would like to see it.”

“Ma’am,” he pauses, “I don’t mean to be impolite, but you’re lucky to be in a town like this.” “You mean somewhere where nothing ever happens?” You chuckle.

“Better than one bein’ shot up every few days.” Sheepish again, you look back at Petunia and run your hand over the bridge of her nose. “I guess you’re right.”

He pauses, then adds, “I can understand, though. Must be damn boring—’scuse my language.”

“You said that right.” “Well, what do you do for fun around here?”

You snort. “‘Fun’ is not a thing around here.” It’s an honest answer, but you soon regret it, fearing scaring him off sooner than he’s bound to be gone already. 

“Well, that just means you make your own fun then, right?” You look at him, “And how do you suppose I do that?” “Well… you wanna take a little ride with me and Petunia? Not far.”

Though you desperately, desperately want to say yes, you keep yourself regretfully under control. “… I can’t, I should already be back home to make dinner. Besides, my father would have a fit if he caught sight of that.”

After a pause, he leans against the stall. “Tell you what, then.” He crosses his arms with a smirk, gaze warm. “Meet me back here tonight. When you can. I know how to ride in the dark.”

You blink at him. “…Really?”

Still smirking, and tips his head, “Really. If you’d like to.”

“I’d love to.”

“Well alright then.” He smiles. After a moment, you manage to tear your eyes away from him, giving one last pet to Petunia before backing back out of the barn, trailing a smile before turning on your heel to make your way back home. 

“Hey,” you hear behind you, and whirl back to face him. “Beg your pardon, ma’am,” he speaks as he walks to you, “I just realized I never introduced myself. M’names Joel. Joel Miller.”

As you introduce yourself to him, you can’t even hear yourself, his name swirling around your mind. Joel, Joel, Joel Miller rolls around your tongue. It suits him. Joel, Joel, Joel… “Joel,” when it leaves your lips, you smile. “Very nice to meet you.”

He tips his hat, “Pleasure to meet you. Will I see you tonight?”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be here.” You answer quickly, nodding. 

“Well, I’ll be waiting.” With that smile like a sunrise, he tips his hat once more. Sensing the possibility of fainting, you finally bid farewell with a simple nod and turn back and scurry back to the saloon and up the stairs to your home above it.

Nothing new tonight—lonely cooking and a silent meal, a gruff “G’night” from your father, though this evening you clean up a little quicker before retreating to your room. Joel has been stuck on your tongue and in your head, and all you can think about is seeing him. Digging through your armoire for your one pair of jeans and nicest blouse, you smile to yourself, giddy both to see him again and to have something to do tonight. Plus, you haven’t been out past the town entrance gate in way too long. At the bureau, you smooth your hands over your hair. 

To you, nothing much to see in the reflection. It’s a bit disheartening, to look at yourself right before you’re about to go see the most handsome man alive, but he invited you, so you’re going. 

You turn your bedroom light off before you go, doing only that one thing to try to make it look like you're asleep, not that it matters. Then, you inch your rackety window open as quietly as possible, and reach for the first branch of the tree standing right outside. 

You don’t sneak out often, but this tree grants you free access to whenever you desire. Either it was made for you, grown to fit you, or you’ve just learned it like the back of your hand, but you descend with ease, though your heart rate picks up with each step down. 

The barn is a short walk—not enough time to calm your nerves, and your heart is just about beating out of your chest as you approach it. 

The hanging light inside is off, making you nervous he’s not actually there, but then you recognize his moonlit silhouette through open back doors. God, he’s so big and broad… and his hat is off. 

“You came.” Comes his voice as you enter, sounding genuinely glad, and you smile. 

“Of course I did.” You strategically stand with the light of the moon on your back, lighting up his face, and dear lord in heaven, he’s absolutely beautiful. With his hat off, you can finally appreciate this gorgeous mop of salt and peppered brown curls he’s been hiding from you, and god, those eyes, dark and deep as melted chocolate, full of life despite the shroud of his brow, that nose, like a sculpture from heavenly fingers, those lips, relentlessly inviting despite their unavoidably chappedness; even his facial hair suits him absolutely perfectly. It’s almost unfair. 

“Nice night for a ride, don’t’y think?” He smiles. 

“Yeah.” You answer, almost at a loss for words just looking at him. 

“Well, come on,” Joel cocks his head, “let’s get Petunia all ready to go.”

You watch him open her stall, taking the horse gently by the bridle. He looks at you while he brings her out, then says again, “Come on,” words just as gentle as his hands, a small smile on those perfect goddamn lips. But you’re unsure of what he means, so all you do is step forward. 

He hides a chuckle. “You know how to tack up a horse?”

You barely even know what that means, only having heard the words tossed around from a distance. “No…” you reply, “my father’s never let me ride. Or do anything, really.”

“You mean you just stay cooped up in that bar all day?”

“…For the most part,” you shrug sheepishly, “I mean, I get out, just… not much…”

He stops with Petunia on the barn floor. “You’ve never ridden a horse?” 

“No…” Suddenly, you feel small; stupid, really, a naive little girl. But without missing a beat, Joel casts your anxieties to the side with a casual tone, “Well, let me show you.” 

Slowly, he demonstrates how to attach the reins to her bridle, put on and secure her saddle, and then he hoists you up onto her, one hand under your foot and his other on your hip to push you up. You have to take a moment, at that hand on your hip, before you can process his words. 

“Sorry, say again?”

“I said there you go. Now, sit back a little so I can get on up there.” You do as you’re told, and what a sight, as he brings himself onto Petunia, a new view of his ass, though it doesn’t last nearly long enough. But then those thick thighs, resting on either side, and no eyes on you to stop you from soaking up the view.

“You ready to go, little lady?”

“Ready.” Delighted, you smile.

“Well, hang on, then,” Joel takes your hands to bring around him and then crosses them over his belly, and you’re in heaven. He’s thick, he’s a man, strong and capable and warm and god what you would give to never have to let go. 

Joel clucks twice and Petunia starts a relaxed pace out of the barn. As you leave it, turning towards the entrance to town, you look around nervously, scared of being caught, the worst feared, by your father, even though there’s no reason for him to be out now. The coast is clear, but you stay preoccupied with worry, head almost on a swivel until you're a good few dozen yards outside of town. 

Once you let yourself relax, the only sounds are hooves in the sandy dirt and the swish of the saddle. The moon is out and bright, setting clear light over the desert. 

Joel makes a turn, and you can see the town at your side. From here, even though you’re not all that far, it looks so small. 

After a few moments, you realize, “I’ve never been this far out of town.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Well, how do you like it so far?”

A cool gust of wind brushes your cheek, and, looking at the town becoming smaller and smaller, it feels like freedom. 

“I love it.”

Joel chuckles. “Well, there’s plenty of space to love. Miles and miles of this outside your little town.”

“I know.” You reply wistfully, and Joel chuckles again.

It’s silent for a few minutes; not awkward, but serene. Something about him makes everything feel peaceful, and you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment. This is the nicest night you’ve had in a long, long time. You’d stay out all night with him like this. Then, to your dismay, you remember that he’ll be leaving soon; this might just be the only night you’ll have with him. And you’ll be left back here, probably thinking about it for the rest of your life, the handsome cowboy who came and went, swept you up with a look and was gone again like a whiff of smoke. Maybe a few days ago, one night like this would be enough, but now that you have it, it isn’t. 

“You said… you’re only staying for a few days?” You speak up, a mousy voice betraying you.

“That’s the plan.”

Not knowing what to say, you stay quiet. You’ve already told him how desperately you want to leave, so why would he want to stay?

Finally, you say, “Well, that’s too bad.” 

“N’ why’s that?”

“I dunno… I guess, it’s just… you’re the most interesting thing that has happened here in ages.”

“Oh, yeah?” He chuckles. 

“I’ll miss you.”

For a few moments, it’s just the hooves in the sand, and you nervously adjust your grip around him. 

“Well, you don’t have to miss me just yet.” He finally answers, “Night’s not nearly over. And I’m sure to be comin’ to the saloon tomorrow.” This gets a small smile out of you, but it isn’t quite enough to stop the wave of melancholy souring your mind. “Don’t go worryin’ about things that aren’t here and now. This is nice, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it is. It’s real nice.”

“Let’s just have a nice night, then, huh?”

“Yeah.” 

After a while of silence, appreciating your arms around Joel, the cool night breeze on your face, and view of the desert with its cacti and mesas crowned by the waning moon, Petunia slows to a halt. “Alright,” Joel sighs, turning his head back to you. “Lemme show you how to dismount.” He slides off and drops to the ground, then looks back up at you. “Jus’ swing your legs around and I’ll help you.” You turn to sit on the side of the horse and are met by outstretched arms that make your heart flutter. “Just slide on down, now.” As you do, he puts his hands around your waist to help you to the ground. Once you are, he keeps them there, and all you can do is stare up at him. His slanted smile shows off a single dimple, crows feet in the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, all you can think about is kissing him. 

“Damn.” He says quietly. 

“What?” You breathe out. 

“You are one pretty lady.”

“…What?” You half chuckle, on fire. 

“I said you’re one pretty lady. Maybe even prettier than Petunia.” You chuckle again, and he chuckles with you. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just, um… you’re pretty.”

Joel laughs at that, only further proving your point. “I’m pretty?”

“Yeah!” You laugh back, “I mean, I’ve never met a man that’s pretty, but you are pretty.” 

In the moonlight, you swear you catch a blush as he looks away. “Well, I’ve never been called pretty before.”

“About time, then.” You chuckle, more like a giggle, his hands still warm on your waist. 

“Damn.” Joel says again, still looking to the side. 

“What?”

“Nothin’.” He chuckles again, “Nothin’.”

You stand silently for a moment, held in his hands, him looking away with a smile that’s fading in a way that tells you he’s thinking about something. When he looks back at you, his eyes drop to your lips, and your heart jumps like a racehorse out of the gates. Joel’s hands close just a little tighter around your waist, but then he lets go, standing back with his hands now on his own hips. His eyes linger for a moment before they’re back out to the desert. “We’ve been out for a while. Should start headin’ back. Don’t want you to lose any beauty sleep.” He ends with a smirk back at you, but you barely blush, the words rushing out of you, “I wanna lose sleep. With you.” You swallow hard after that. 

If only you could control your tongue around him, but you can’t seem to. Noticing that you had taken a step closer as you spoke, it’s like something inside of you is pressuring every other part of you to stay as close to him as possible. As if staying away from him isn’t an option. 

Something has shifted inside of you. Though you barely know him, you’ve never wanted someone so bad. In every way, not just how you made it sound with that last sentence. You just want to be near him, be with him. Out here, anywhere, with him. You want to know him. Happily, you would make dinner for him every night, iron his clothes, take care of Petunia, take care of him. And something about him tells you that he’d take care of you, too. Nothing like your father. No, you’ve never met anyone like Joel. 

Christ, are you going crazy? You really barely know him at all. But there’s just something about him, your heart argues back, trust me, it tells you, don’t let him go. 

“Wha’d’ya mean by that?” He replies, smiling at you. 

Maybe he’s silently laughing at you, maybe you’re a fool, but you don’t care. You’ll be a fool for him. You don’t have time to think it over. 

“I, I wanna stay up with you. Can’t we just stay up a little longer?”

After a moment, he nods, “Yeah, alright.” And you smile. “Well, it is gettin’ cold, so why don’t we head back? Don’t have to part ways, just get back where we won’t freeze our asses off.”

You chuckle, then follow Joel back onto the horse. 

The temperature drops noticeably by the time you get back, and you’re shivering once you’re on the barn floor again. 

“Good thing we came back, huh?” Joel says as he sets Petunia back up in her stall for the night. 

Rubbing your arms with a shiver, you reply, “Yeah, I guess so.” He looks back at you and chuckles, “You sure didn’ dress for it, either.” All you offer is a bashful smile, feeling naive again. However, once again, Joel dashes it away with a “Here,” pulling his thick jacket off to wrap around you. 

It is intoxicating. The warmth, the smell. Strongly of leather, but a mix of others you can’t quite place… it smells like him. 

“That better?” He asks with a smirk, but you are unable to answer, face likely simply full of awe, but you can’t help it. Chuckling, Joel looks away, rubbing your arms, “Yeah, that’s better.”

Finally, your mouth allows, “Thank you.”

“Course. Can’t stand to see you shiverin’ like that.”

He can’t stand it. Can’t stand to see you cold. Just a shiver, he just can’t stand it. He cares.  

Thinking about it, maybe that shouldn’t be such a big deal, such a big ask, but it hits you. Just not used to it, you guess. Still, you barely know each other, and he cares enough to almost literally give you the shirt off his back. 

“This is better.” Even to yourself, your voice sounds absent, like you’re in a trance. Still intoxicated by his warmth and his smell, you really kind of are.

“Good.” Joel smiles. “You look tired, little lady, and it really is gettin’ late. Are you supposed to be out here at all?”

“No.” Is your unthinking answer. He chuckles. “Well, then, let’s get you home. How about you show me the way.”

He wants to walk you home. With his jacket around your shoulders, he’s gonna walk you home. God damn gentleman. Why is he doing this to you? Actually, you don’t really care, because you’re so warm now and he smells so good and he’s at your side as you walk back home with a little smile on his lips. 

Just this morning, you were utterly miserable, bored almost to death, ready to sink into the filthy wood floor of the bar you spend more time in than your own bed, but now, well… here you are. He’s like a meteor hitting your world, tearing everything away, rearranging it all. It feels like he’s what you’ve been waiting for. 

You take him around the side of your house, stopping at the tree. 

“This is you, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“No front door?”

“I don’t want… I don’t want my father to see you here. With me.”

Joel pauses, smirking. “Alright.”

For a moment, you stand there, just staring. You don’t know if Joel has any real idea of what he’s done to you tonight. Then the breeze reminds you back to reality, and you say, starting quickly but ending with a swat of self consciousness for your enthusiasm in the question, “I’ll see you tomorrow…?”

He smiles and nods back, and in it, you think maybe he does see some of his effect. It’s instantly embarrassing, but at the same time, you don’t think you really want it to be hidden from him. Not that you could, if you do see him again. You’re well aware that for you, this is just the beginning, whether you like it or not. “I sure hope so. You’ll be behind the bar?” Joel replies. 

“Course I will.” 

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pauses and chuckles. “Not that I’m a heavy drinker, I’m not gonna be comin’ by every day to drink. Just to see you.”

Damn this man, and damned are you. He wants to come… to see… you. He’s coming for you. You have to swat yourself back into reality again, realizing how much you’ve been staring. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” The smile sticks to your face, cheeks starting to hurt. 

Joel tips his head goodbye, taking a few steps back with his smile before he turns his back to walk away. 

After a moment of watching him, another cool breeze reminds you of one more thing. 

“Oh, Joel!” You call after him quietly. “I still have your jacket,” you start to shrug it back off your shoulders, but he puts his hand up, “Keep it. For tonight. I’ll get it back tomorrow.” That smile still perks his cheeks, and, despite his… manliness, he’s so cute. Staring again, you make yourself reply, “…Thank you, Joel.” He nods again, then turns, and you are still having to put concentrated effort into looking away to get yourself up the tree and back into your room. 

Obviously, you sleep with the jacket on, and have some of the finest rest you’ve ever had, and your dreams, blessedly, and unavoidably, are of Joel. 

[wayfayrr]

woooO!!!! congrats on 100 followers!! I've had this idea of the links reacting to the reader who rode a motorcycle, like street racing, or trick riding! like in a modern time, they find a bike under a tarp or smthn and ask them about it, and they offer to show them, and turns out they did trick riding/ street racing/etc. [with a helmet and leather jacket ofc, safety first!!] [idk really, i just like the idea and its been stewing lol]

Thank you anon!!! 💖💖 I can see why this idea was stuck in your head, the idea of reader having a bike is ✨✨ and I hope I've done it justice! I also focused this with two if you don't mind, If you wanted a different member of the chain feel free to ask!!

"[NAME]! [NAME] I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING!"

"TWI!? JUST STAY WHERE YOU ARE FOR A MOMENT I'M COMING OVER TO YOU."

Twilight calling out like that? Wild I would expect, Wind or Hyrule I would understand, but Twilight? I just hope he's alright, is it even safe if he'd have to go to the hospital? Would he need a vet instead?

Because I do not want to find out the answer to that if I can help it. It's a very quick decision to drop what I'm doing to go and check on him, from... it sounded like the garage?

"Twi? Are you alright, what's - oh you haven't broken anything, that's good you're okay."

No injuries, good, fine I can work with that and he looks like a kicked puppy for some reason. Why does he look like I'm about to shout at him..? Is that my helmet? 

"I'm so sorry darlin' this thing got caught on me and I a part of it fell to the floor and I…"

"It's fine, you haven't broken anything. They're separate things I keep stacked together, there's no issue. If anything with how you were shouting I thought you were injured Link, you had me really worried."

A flustered Twilight isn't something I've gotten to see often, but it's a very addictive sight seeing someone as tough as him crumble like this over something so small. My bike's fine, the tarp's only torn a tiny bit and my helmet, well there's nothing that could scratch that any more than it's already been scratched. I wonder if I could push his fluster any further, maybe if I…

“Hey Twi, you know I promised to take you to a coffee shop at some point? So I can prove to you it’s not broken, want to ride with me?”

That did it, he’s redder than I’ve ever seen him ever and I think I can still push him further. Taking my jacket off of the hook, tossing it on then handing Twi my spare set with a wink.

“Come on pretty boy, let me treat you?”

Oh? That is cute, it seems the wolf’s lost his ability to speak as he follows my lead by putting on the gear I’ve lent to him. I’m just glad I keep some spares at all times, for when things like this come up it can be a lifesaver. Walking the bike outside with him trailing behind me with lovestruck eyes before I gesture to him to come closer. Gently guiding him to sit behind me on the bike then coaxing his arms around my waist with very little complaint from him only to start up the motor. 

It’s been a while since I’ve felt the freedom of riding like this, I think Twilight is enjoying it as well which is the main thing. Pushing my bike more from his unspoken joy, it’s like I’m back to racing again and with that thrill-seeking side winning out I push us further still hitting about a hundred now, likely faster than he’s ever moved before.

And then we’ve already arrived. Clearly he doesn’t seem ready to let go of me, the way his arms have tightened again is a good enough show of that.

“You can hold me more later Twi, don’t you want to go in then I can explain more?” 

“Alright, darlin’.”

It took a moment for him to find something on the menu that he liked the sound of and was safe for him, while I just ordered my usual but after that, we’re free to just talk for a while, although even after all of that his blush still hasn’t died down the smallest amount. 

“So I’m guessing you’re curious about my bike? I used to spend a lot of my spare time racing so it’s a very high-quality one.”

“It’s that important to you but you’re willin to let me ride it?”

“I mean, of course. There’s no fun in riding alone, and I trust you.”

I think that last sentence might have broken him, he’s a blushing mess mumbling about how good I look and how impressed he is. He’s sweet. Although now it might take a while for me to be able to talk to him again.

[i-am-beckyu]

To Fly Once More

HI GUYS!!! LOOK AT ME!!! TWO FICS WITHIN THE SAME WEEK?! HELLO!? So super super short one and definitely not with characters you thought you’d be reading about today so WOOOO FOR SURPRISES! Literally just wanted to write this even if its a bit generic so hope you all enjoy!!!

cw: past trauma, minor gore details (ripped wing), fluff, minor romance, happy endings. She’s just fluff peeps. Just fluff :3

 wc: 1391

Phil hasn't been able to fly for a long time. 

 His wing was badly injured to the point it was beyond repair. Trying to adjust for survival had been the worst experience of his life. As they say:

 A downed bird is a dead bird. 

 But Phil was more than just his avian roots. 

 He'd survive.

 Even if it meant stealing from humans, he'd make it. 

 Humans were terrifying. They were greedy, selfish but above all unpredictable; but when he’d had his wings, the adrenaline rush of living so close to them had been thrilling. While he’d had his wings, he’d flown from his humble forest abode, to the small neighbourhood of Essempi street, watching and getting to know its residents.

 There were these 3 roommates at the east end of Essempi that would always be rough housing whenever given the chance at one end, with a boy who loved to dress in a flourish of rainbow colours and hoodies that hung out with the fiery one a lot next door. Across the street, a man known for his expertise in gambling and iconic blue beanie. He liked to pinch whatever shiny items he could when they did outdoor poker night. Which was funny when they’d get accused for cheating (because they had been, just not with the shinies :)

 At the opposite end, a pink haired girl and a white haired one lived together, their home always emitting heavenly smells of home baked goods. And across the street from them, a man who wore blue and red shades that would often be around stealing taste testing the pies. Phil tried to only ever take what he would need from them, but sometimes he couldn’t help but take a whole cupcake.

 And then of course there was the middle of the street, which homed 3 rather loud occupants and their mother.

 The brunette was the most talented musician he’d ever heard, the pinkette skilled in the art of the sword in a way that he himself would never match with his needle, and the youngest of the 3 was wild blonde child, who's energy and clingy nature made him endearing despite their loudness.

 But his favourite was the mother.

 Hair a dark brown and looked as soft as clouds, dressed in purples that accentuated her warm hazel eyes and a kindness that could rival no other, Phil loved her. Unlike her 3 sons, she was gentle and cared for those around her with such grace. Out of every human on the street of Essempi, Kristen was the only one he would ever feel at ease with. 

 And the only human that knew of his existence.

 While the rest of the street of Essempi were aware of ‘something’ that would take their belongings, Kristen was the only one who knew what it was that had; the human happening to catch a glance at him in her garden one day.

 She’d never chased him, or demanded he show himself, simply talked and offered him a bite to eat before he went on his way. And Phil had accepted the offer. Albeit it from a distance, but Kristen met her little black bird, and Phil his human giant.

 It became routine.

 Every Tuesday, in the mid morning sun, Kristen would go out to her garden with a small plate and set it on one of the lower branches of the tree for Phil to perch. With her 3 boys at school, the two would chat and bask in each other's company, speaking of whatever came to mind. Kristen sharing of her work and boys, and Phil sharing of his day to day life in the forest and around Essempi street.

Or they had, until that fateful day. 

He’d been attacked by a falcon and in his attempt to break free, had his right wing in shred in half, leaving feathers askew, bones exposed and blood gushing as he plummeted down to earth for his demise.

 Somehow he’d managed to survive, his memory from being in the air and between just immense pain was all but a blur, but he had lived.

 But to continue living? How would that be so?

 He came to Essempi Street for supplies and the rush to not get caught, but he lived far off in the forest, through dense foliage and over rivers. And he had nose dived into a ditch, on the outskirts where the forest met the quaint street.

 To journey home in his current state would spell imminent death.

So he took his only option, and moved into the garden of his favourite residents.

 That first week had been agonisingly painful. Adjusting to not only getting around on foot, but coming to the realisation he would never fly again. It had been his whole life, his freedom, and now what was left of his wings was but a heavy reminder of the life he’d led. Getting food became even harder, resulting in him taking far more than he would normally from the humans’ garden just to avoid over exerting energy to get there.

 He was in so much pain, it wouldn’t be long before he either died from the poor job at patching his wing, or from some wild animal getting themselves a free meal. He was sure he was done for.

Until Kristin had found him. 

The human had been worried about him when he’d missed their usual catch up, but figured he may have been busy. That was until she found the small scattered feathers and trails of dried blood a few days later, leading to a hole inside the garden shed where she had inevitably found the small avian, curled up in a sorry excuse for a nest in his broken state.

 She was the one who had taken him into her home and patched him up. 

 She was the one who gave him a new chance at life.

 And she was the one giving him the chance to fly again.

 “Are you sure this will be okay?” He’d asked hesitantly. 

 It had been almost a year since that fateful day and Phil now knew the Crafts through and through. Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy had been infatuated with the small avian and quickly he and the 3 boys were acting as if they’d known him their whole life. 

 And Kristin? The two had fallen for each other, and their relationship had only blossomed. She was the first human he had ever fully willingly gone to and been touched by. The first he ever allowed to get so close and know about his whole world. A world that had become the entire human womans being. A bond formed of love and trust. Which led to now, an act of kindness that the love of his life had been planning for months.

He was going to fly again.

Though this was his deepest desire, the phantom feeling of talons ripping his wings to have him falling to his doom ached at his back.

 “I’ve been designing this and practicing for months Phil.” Kristen spoke softly. “I promise it will be fine and even if it's not, I’ll be here to catch you.”

 Phil smiled up at the human from where he sat in her cupped hand. Kristen would never let him fall.

 “Are you ready my love?” 

Phil took a deep breath and nodded, a strong conviction in his gaze.

“Let's do this.” 

Kristen slowly maneuvered Phil into the small seat and placed the little harness over himself. Kristen gently placed the carrier down and walked forward and away from Phil holding a thin piece of string.

“Hold on tight.”

As Kristen ran forward, Phil gripped the carrier, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as he felt the whole thing lift up and into the air. Air rushed around him and he could feel the shift as he went up higher and higher.

“YOU DID IT PHIL! YOU DID IT!!” Kristen called from somewhere down below.

Hesitantly, he peaked an eye open before opening both wide in awe. 

 He was high above the ground, clouds almost in reach as he glided across the sky in his carrier kite.

 He laughed, joyful tears beginning to slowly trail down his face as he slowly lifted his arms from the carrier to spread them out wide in delight.

 He was flying.

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And bada bing bada boom! All done! See? Fluffy!!!

Thanks for reading to the end and I hope you enjoyed! Really liked writing this one and I can’t believe I wrote this at work. Like seriously, I love this job so much already and its only been 3 days!!!

Not sure when the next fic will be out but if you’ve seen my blog, you may have seen the an announcement about a fic on the way. What could it be? Who knows... 👀

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[r-0-x-4-s]

woooo thank u for ur reply! i love reading long stuff!!

i grew up with 2003 and 2012, (btw i think that if rise had been given the chance, it would’ve easily become THE tmnt show, too bad we don’t live in a fair universe… still i like it sm! dk if its my fave, but surely its the one that i will always grieve and think abt fondly of) so maybe i tend to like more clearer personalities :P and the subtle thing isnt really to my liking jabshxshsgh

now that some time has passed, i think my opinion on the show hasn’t really changed? apart that i found that really nothing that happens in the series has actually happened??? and that is said in the eng dub… so i didnt know until i watched a youtuber who talked about the series. and now im thinking that theres no reason to watch the show if nothing of it will matter in the movies, kinda? (also if you liked the series! PLS WATCH THE MOVIE YOU WILL LOVE IT!! (if u cant find it in streaming, there are other sites hdtoday)

splinter doesn’t talk in the series cus they didn’t wanna recast jackie chan, and he’s too expensive for a tv series (the same reason for ray fillet, thats why he just says the same stuff over and over)

maybe they don’t feel like “real” teenagers to me, cus they are american teens and cultural differences and blah blah (along with the pop culture references they make) AND THATS ALL ON ME

honestly, raph’s episodes were my favorites! i think he’s a joy to see on screen

my biggest complaint abt the turtles is that they are not too distinct from each other, in a way they feel written to be more real than tv characters

STILL THEY JUST HAD A SEASON AS OF NOW, SO THERE IS ALWAYS THE CHANCE NEXT SEASON IT STARTS CLICKING WITH ME

(tbf i know i’m not the target audience, thats why i watched it with my younger brother, to know what someone a little younger than me (still out of the preferred audience lol, i also have an even younger teenage sister but she would NEVER watch it (shes a 2012 purist)) would have thought abt it (it didn’t work cus hes more of a hater than me “we lost rise for this…” “the two have no correlation-“ “WE LOST RISE FOR THIS”)

the other day i was babysitting so i tried showing it to my youngest cousins (8 and 5, so ig the target audience?) but they got bored very fast and i couldn’t initiate them to tmnt through tottmnt (which makes me sad cus, that’s their tmnt) i switched to 2012 and they quite liked it (i didnt want to expose them to rise cus i think its to “energetic” for little kids, and rise is impossible to find in my country, while 2012 still runs daily in tv channels) maybe sometimes the kids just want characters doing cool shit and being funny more than being relatable? like “they have struggles but they are cool asf!!/i want to be like him when i grow up” sentiment.. I THINK THIS COULD BE ACHIEVED IN TOTTMNT TOO, THEY JUST NEED TO DO MORE NINJA STUFF)

ANYWAYS THATS IT I WILL STOP TALKING

so... i watched tottmnt and i didn't love it

also why isnt this show being hated on whaaaat, every tmnt show has to go through the initial hate, thats like the law /hj

tw opinions under the cut

it just felt so... empty?? i dont really know how to explain it but, the lack of brothers interacting and anything ninja related, kinda made me frown

why did it feel nothing like a tmnt show??? my brother said "it looks like it took some ideas from rottmnt and just... made it worse", and in a way i agree? its like, in a way, this show wants to please everyone but doesn't have the balls to go full original and new like rise did...

i was very optimistic about it before its release, the turtles in high-school is something i dreamed of when i was a child! AND THE SHOW JUST BLUE BALLED ME??? I GET JUST SOME MENTION ABT WHAT THEY ARE DOING IN SCHOOL BUT ITS NEVER SHOWN AND THAT MAKES ME GRRRR

IT COULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY FFS, doing something none of the show before had ever done but nooooo u get two mini arcs

and lets talk about these arcs:

bishop arc: i really liked the general plot of this one ok, but since the first ep i could see one of the main problems with tottmnt, EACH EP IS ABT A SINGLE TURTLE retelling their version of what happened in the same moment, that could be cool, BUT THAT MEANS THE BROTHERS INTERACT WITH EACHOTHER IN ONLY 2 EPISODES CIRCA

AND I HATE IT SM!

also why does everyone kinda have the same personality (by this i mean cus they react basically the same in every situation, apart if there's a computer/something technological, then donnie would use it/the other 3 would say something abt like "donnie could use it")

and they are so chill abt their problems (leo's self worth issues, raph's anger issues) ? like everything is so lighthearted and they already know how to deal and therapy talk??

i wonder how they will get to grow as characters cus as of now, they are already way more mature than any other tmnt version???

goldfin arc:... so???? IM TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING POSITIVE TO SAY ABT IT REAL HARD, maybe it will come to me later so lets start with things i despise abt the show!

uno: I HATE THAT THEY PAIRED EACH OTHER WITH A "COUSIN", I WANT MY TURTLES INTERACTING WITH EO

deux: i hate that they have "cousins" 😭 why is every character related to them (tbf this was already from the movie so u can just ignore it) it makes the world sm smaller and takes out so many known villains... also i hate scum sm, also shes the turtles' cousin too so her relationship with splinter is kinda even weirder

(tbf it could be that i hate the cousins thing after i came back from my vacation surronded by my huge family, AND HAVING TO SPEND SO MANY DAYS WITH MY SO FUCKING MANY COUSINS)

три: the way that the stories are told, apart that it makes it look like nothing is canon? ive seen many fans confused about it, but i think that both stories actually happened. the only reason i dont like it is cus... it clashes with the choice of having a single turtle each ep so hard

like whats the point of starting the arc with a turtle narrating, but the next ep it will be focused on someone else?? and then ending it with the first one closing it like as if he had been the one talking all the time

quatro: uhhh by this time i found things i like so i want to talk about them too, but! i feel like this arc is so much worse than the bishop one and horrible for a closure.

the enemies are uhhhhh something, the stakes are lower than my will to live and we get poop jokes too <3

cinco: WHY DOES THE INTRO NOT HAVE LYRICS, EVERY TMNT INTRO IS A BANGER, THATS THE RULE!! U CANT BREAK IT OMG

six: WHERE IS MONDO GECKO, THE ONLY COUSIN I LIKED AND WANTED TO SEE MORE OF

sept: this leo isnt leoing and april's personality just being "girl with the phone and recording"

восемь: DONNIE AND MIKEY ALWAYS REFERENCING TO RANDOM AMERICAN PEOPLE OR OTHER POP CULTURE THINGS, I UNDERSTOOD 6% OF THEIR JOKES

by the second arc my brother started loudly sighing and glare at me every time donnie/mikey would make a "joke" we wouldn't understand, i started beating him to feel something

NOW THE STUFF I LIKED ABOUT THE SHOW

one: THE ANIMATION IS GREAT! im not the biggest fan of the artstyle but thats my personal bias, i like it being 2d! (i still like rise's animation and fluidity more, but THAT studio is impossible to beat, im still destroyed they dropped lmk <\3)

due: i liked the detective that hated birds, he brought a chaotic energy no one has in this show

três: THERE WASNT ANY APRILN4RDO THANK FUCKING GOD (i wrote this but then my brother made me notice the murales and now idk if i should take this out or myself)

четыре: i love hun and him being an animal activist is the cutest

and thats it ig?

tldr: i think its a mid series, it does nothing remarkably bad but it doesnt do anything remarkably good.

i finished and it left me nothing (it left me longing for more of rise actually)

though, its early to say it cus we have just 12 episodes! ofc i hope it will get better!!

(ALSO BEFORE SOMEONE SAYS ANYTHING ABT TARGET AUDIENCE, I WASNT EVEN IN THE RISE ONE AND I ENJOYED IT JUST FINE

also WHAT CHILD WOULD WATCH THIS OVER SOMETHING HYPERACTIVE AS RISE??? OR EDGY AS 2012/2003??? OR FUNKY AS 1987???)

also im autistic abt tmnt but in particular abt leonardo, i dont like this leo = my enjoyment of the show is very low

so until they get leo's character right, i will have spite in me

[sweetsbfreex]

drunk and obsessed

Summary: a little something about a drunk steve. in the mafia steve universe

Pairing: drunk!mafia! steve rogers x reader

Warning: none rlly

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“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”

You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck. 

On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing. 

You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.

Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house. 

“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek. 

“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit. 

“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise. 

“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve removes himself as your shell, both arms up in defense while he takes a few steps back.  

When your senses finally catch up that he’s no longer hovering over you. You quickly turn, just stopping him before he tumbles down the step. 

You hold both his hands, then let one go to grab the side of this face, “Honey, your drunk off your ass right now—“

“I am not! You just called my game weak,”

“That’s not what I said, but I need you to stand silently so I can open the door, okay?”

“Okay, pretty” he answers, landing a soft peck on your lips.

You smile as you finally open the door, reaching behind you to clasp Steve’s hand so you can pull him in. 

You close the door behind him, toeing your shoes off, giggling when he has trouble with his. But five ‘fucks’ later, he finally gets it done. 

“Woooo!!” Steve shoots his hand up in a v, as if his team just won the super bowl. 

You’re quick to drop his arms back down to his sides, “Shhh, baby. You’re screaming.”

“I am?! I’m sorry,” his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you for yet another kiss. 

“Honey,” you laugh into his sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to bed, hm? And get some water into you.”

“I don’t wanna do bed,” he whines. “I wanna do you,” he smirks, moving one hand to grip your hip.

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really tired.” You feign a dramatic yawn. 

“You are? Okay, that’s okay, okay?” he kisses your nose this time. 

Drunk sex isn’t something that hasn’t been checked off your and Steve’s list. But Steve is sloshed and can barely walk straight, so sex would not be on the menu for tonight. 

“Let’s head up.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder, walking up the steps carefully. 

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He’s sitting at the end of the bed, his coat beside him, as you unbutton his dress shirt. You would’ve let him do it himself, but he was struggling with his lack of hand-eye coordination. Playfully slapping your hand every time your hands got close to his shirt. Giggling and joking that there would be no sexy times. That was until he had made you oath you’d keep your hands innocent. 

Ever your affectionate, drunk lover. 

“Are you sure you feel alright? Don't need to throw up or anything?” You ask Steve once again. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells you then takes another swig of water.

It only takes ten minutes until he’s in his sweatpants, with no boxers (under his request). You’re changed and ready for bed, tired out from an eventful day. Steve’s favorite movie playing in the background. 

Steve cuddles up close, half his brawny body on yours, his leg splayed over yours, and his head nestled on your chest. 

Your fingers run through his hair soothingly. 

“Y/n?”

You hum a response.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I love you too,” 

“I love you too.” you laugh breathily at his mistake. 

A comfortable pause ensues. 

“Y/n?” His hand shimmies under your t-shirt, to caress your soft skin. 

“Yes, honey,” you can’t help but laugh at the way he calls for your attention. You don’t think you’ve heard your actual name from his mouth so consistently. 

“I think I wanna— I know I want to start trying soon. I wanna be a dad, a good dad.”

Your hand stills.

“What?” Your voice is quiet and relayed with shock. Your heart no longer in your chest. 

He wants to try. The two of you tied the knot two months ago. However, talk of whether you guys wanted to start a family or not was shut down by Steve every time. You never wanted to push, but you also wanted to know what to expect. 

Either way, He was adamant that he wasn’t ready. There was no way he could raise a baby to be half a decent human being with his trauma lingering in the shadows, among other things

He sits up abruptly, “I know, I know. I’m not sober, but I’m not lying either. I’m ready, honey… if you are.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Okay,” you smile, “If you remember, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow?”

“Okay.” He kisses your cheek before cuddling into you once again. “I wanna be the perfect dad, y/n. The best.”

“You will be.” 

You tell him sweetly, your eyes stinging as you run your fingers through his hair once more. 

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a/n: srry it's been so long, college keeps me busy 24/7! here's this as i try and finish binky fairy pt. 2

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

[a-libra-writes]

GoT Imagines - When You're Engaged to Someone Else

Woooo this is a doozy and I'm including new characters, mostly book ones! because i both love my followers and have lost my marbles.

In this preference, you'll be pining with: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Mance Rayder, Eddison Tollett, Pre-Reek!Theon, Yara Greyjoy, Victarion Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Jaquen H’Ghar, Petyr Baelish, Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, Arianne Martell, Tyene Sand

Ned Stark

He’s already an expert in suffering in silence, so this should be no different. Although he’s very surprised at the sudden arrangement, and while he isn’t a man to throw his rank around… He wonders if he can’t convince your family to reconsider. If it’s simply impossible, Ned would resign himself to having to stop the relationship. He’s too honorable to ever consider an affair and he’s not a man to start a duel or cause trouble, especially since it would negatively affect your reputation. The heavy combination of missing you, pining after you all over again and feeling like he didn’t do enough is hard. Some days he entertains the idea of still having a friendship, but it doesn’t seem like a good idea. He doesn’t trust himself.

Robb Stark

The young wolf tries to accept it, even if his feelings become more and more angry each day. Robb never threw his name around, but… he was going to be Lord Stark. Wasn't that good enough for your family? For you? He tries to be the bigger man, but if you're miserable with your spouse and they don't treat you well, he can't keep his temper in check. Expect him to have a sudden outburst at a feast and cause a scene. The only thinking keeping him from an outright duel are his parents and his worry about your reputation. But if he was pushed to it….

Sansa Stark

She should've known this would happen. It's the fate of all ladies, yet there's a bitterness that tugs at her when she hears the news. Sansa tries to bury her feelings around others, but she's never done that with you. She expresses her disappointment and sorrow, and swears she'll help if your spouse turns out to be awful. She doesn't want them to be, but she doesn't want you beginning to prefer their company, either. She wonders if her affection for you would wane if she just pined from afar and tried to keep her feelings to herself.

Jon Snow

Ah yes, once again his bastardry is hitting him straight in the gut. Jon knew it was going to happen eventually, he already felt like the relationship was on a timer, and now it’s finally ended. He’s convinced there’s no getting out of it, because even if you did - you’d never be able to be with him in the open. It makes Jon glad he’s going to the Wall; hopefully the distance and cold will dull his feelings. In spite of that, sometimes he’ll tell Sam about you, and he speaks so mournfully it makes Sam think that distance hasn’t done all that much to help Jon’s pining.

Benjen Stark

He should be the bigger person and accept that this is for the best. He’s sworn to the Wall, and you two shouldn’t have been sneaking around. He should be relieved neither of you were caught. None of these thoughts are comforting. Ben tries to cope by making not-so-joking jokes about you running off to the Wall too, or perhaps he should take Yoren’s job and find his way to your court once in a blue moon. Then there’s no joking, and it’s just bitterness. He removes himself from your life after that, not wanting to hurt you with his own negative thoughts. He’d rather you keep the happy memories.

Jory Cassel

He accepts it, not that it brings him any pleasure. Jory's always been proud of his service to the Starks, but he's long understood that his landed seat is not a valuable one. Whenever he married, if he did, it wouldn't be someone as lovely as you. The announcement still hits him in the gut and he dejectedly tries to break it off (though it's easier on him if you do it). If he was in charge of guarding you, he'd switch shifts immediately and begin avoiding you, thinking it'll make things easier.

Eddison Tollett

This relationship already seemed too good to be true, so it’s abrupt end is not surprising. He’s sworn to the Wall and you both were sneaking around to begin with, so this should have been expected, but… it just makes him feel even more tired and dumb. Sam and Jon notice how little he sleeps and that he’s begun to skip meals, and he doesn’t have to explain why. They can do the math. Edd at least doesn’t try to bury any sad feelings or memories. It’s too exhausting to actively try, and it’s something to keep him company while he works. Maybe the feelings will fade… eventually.

Mance Rayder

It's one more reason for him to leave the "South" and go past the Wall. He knew a proper relationship with you wasn't possible because of his vows, but watching you go through this sham of an arranged marriage is just depressing. He'll comfort you best he can until he has to go back to the Wall, though he won't make promises he can't keep. Having to separate from you weighs heavy on him for a long time, and is one of many reasons he abandons the Watch.

Theon Greyjoy

What the hell is this? Hearing the news ruins his whole day, worse if he wasn’t able to hear it directly from you. He’s the heir to the Iron Islands, and his interest in you was clear as day! No, he hadn’t proposed yet… but he was getting to it! Now some mainlander beat him to it? Theon is absolutely seething. He’d prefer to duel your spouse to teach them a lesson in front of everyone, but he’s open to more boring methods like reasoning with your family. If he wasn’t able to change the engagement, he’d be bitter, and more than willing to carry on an affair behind your spouse’s back. He ought to just go the Ironborn route and kidnap you for himself.

Asha (Yara) Greyjoy

When you give her the news and you’re clearly distraught about it, Yara considers carrying you off to her ship right there. If you’re non-Ironborn, you’ll be her saltwife -- and if you’re Ironborn, she wants to have a discussion with whoever the hell planned this when everyone KNOWS you belong with her. You hadn’t expected this possessive behavior, but now you know Yara’s willing to fight for you as soon as someone takes you. No surprise, she’s more than willing to sneak around with you behind your husband’s back - maybe she can goad him into a duel. That would certainly solve a problem, wouldn’t it?

Victarion Greyjoy

He doesn’t understand at first. Victarion had made it clear that you were his, hadn’t everyone known that? No, he never made any sort of formal marriage, but not because he didn’t care. He felt like there was no need, hadn’t everyone known? If your family and spouse are Ironborn, he’ll immediately sail to their keep and raise all seven hells, and marry you right there in front of them. If you were sent away to the green lands, it would take the combined power of Balon, Yara and Aeron to keep him from sailing off immediately and just kidnapping you - preferably after killing your spouse. Victarion is pissed. Someone is going to pay for this.

Daenerys Targaryen

She’s just as mad at you as she is with whoever arranged this ridiculous match. Daenerys doesn’t often entertain arrogant thoughts, but… How could anyone think to match you with someone else, knowing your relationship with her? She feels she ought to be offended, though Daenerys knows this is hard on you as well, and you didn’t ask for it. She’ll think of some clever way to get you out of the arrangement, no way is this person getting away from stealing from her. And yes, that might as well be what it is! While she’s working out what to do, if she so much as hears murmurs of the possibility of your spouse hurting you… all bets are off. She’s taking you back with her, alliance be damned.

Jorah Mormont

The announcement of your engagement is a punch to his gut and a shock to his system. Jorah knew he wasn’t the best husband material, but he was planning to ask for your hand himself - then this happened. What’s worse, he knows as far as practical marriage goes, he has little to offer. He goes into a bit of a panic as he tries to think of what to do. There’s sensible choices, like trying to talk to your family with you. Then there’s not so sensible ones… Maybe running off, maybe just continuing the relationship behind your new spouse’s back, maybe dueling them… While Jorah is in emotional turmoil, he’d do anything for you. Even if you wanted to break off the relationship… or had a plan for him to follow. He’s nothing if not hopelessly devoted.

Missandei

… Oh. Maybe she shouldn’t have expected you to stick around for so long. As close as she is to Daenerys, she really has no fancy titles or things to offer. She understood why your family chose the match, it was a good one, politically speaking… but that does little to soothe her. Quite the opposite, a strong, desolate feeling overcomes her, one she hasn’t felt in a long time. She isn’t sure what to do, if it’s her place to stop the process. Perhaps if you asked her, she could try to make plans. Daenerys would help as well, considering how fond she is of you two, and how much she despises women being forced into arrangements.

Grey Worm

The sudden news takes him off guard, and sends him into a bit of an existential crisis. He was starting to see himself as a person, with his own name and a path he chose to follow… then this arrangement happens, and he’s forced to face what the rest of the world sees him as. It’s not that Grey Worm has a sense of ownership over you, but for once he was allowing himself all these happy feelings and memories with you, and now it’s gone. Of course he wants you back, but he feels paralyzed. What if he makes it worse? Does this have to happen? He starts to become even more withdrawn and distant, worrying Missandei until she decides to help. Grey Worm finally returns to his old self when he has you in his arms again.

Tywin Lannister

His steady composure is hit with such a rage at the news, the servant delivering it goes into a panic. His interest in you was obvious, so anyone doing this was trying to spite him. He doesn’t take the insult well. Perhaps before you’re even able to tell him the news yourself, threats will be delivered to both the spouse’s family and your own - Tywin is especially furious towards them, and won’t forget this - and incidents will be arranged. He refuses to be a man who pines after someone or covets another one’s wife, nor will he allow some lesser lord to take what he perceives as ‘his’.

Tyrion Lannister

The angst hits him like a ton of bricks, and it’s even worse if this came out of left field. It hurts less if he hears it from you, but only just. He should have known your family wouldn’t have accept any proposal he made - and gods know he was ready to do it - it’s just one more log to fuel his self-loathing and bitterness toward this world. But if you knock some sense into him, he’ll snap out of that spiral and begin to plan with you. There’s plenty of choices before the two of you - scandal? Running off? - but rest assured, Tyrion is going to investigate the hell out of this person. He’d never forgive himself if you got stuck with a brute.

Jaime Lannister

The fact he knew this was inevitable doesn't help Jaime's irritation. He can't believe your family arranged for that person to marry you. Seriously? You'd better keep Jaime at a distance from your spouse, because he can't help himself from making snide remarks and sarcastic comments. If he riles up the guy into a duel, all the better. He'll do all sorts of reckless things to begin with, and it's only worse when he's upset. He's also very willing to have an affair behind your spouse's back - you were with him first. You’ll probably have to scold Jaime about you two almost getting caught, but he’s above reproach. His stubbornness and jealousy gets worse the closer you two are.

Cersei Lannister

She’s absolutely infuriated with your family. You were her handmaiden, someone whose been with her for years - and they have the nerve to go behind her back like this?! It smells like a scheme of Tyrion’s, or perhaps Varys, but she’ll deal with them in time. For now, she’ll work out what to do about your spouse. She’ll try to keep you around as much as possible, and her possessiveness comes out in full. You can’t possibly be interested in such a worthless man.

Sandor Clegane

When you tell Sandor, he’s quiet for a discerningly long time before the anger and arguments come out. And then the quiet bitterness. The thing is, he knew this was coming for a while. He knew your time together was limited, he shouldn’t have things like hopes and happiness because it’ll just get taken away. And it is. Even if you explain you’ll try to break off the arrangement, that there’s still a way to get out, he has trouble believing it. He’s seen enough ladies get chained to useless fucking lords, he’d rather not see it happen to someone he cares about, thanks. Sandor will push you away as much as he can, but you could still attempt to convince him to have an affair… or perhaps leave King’s Landing entirely.

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater

He’s only mildly annoyed at the inconvenience. It’ll be a lot harder for you both to sneak around now, and forget about it if you’re having to move somewhere far away. Guess that’s the end of that ‘relationship’ - he should’ve expected it. Bronn is way more willing to stay close if you remain in King’s Landing, and he expects you both to keep fooling around. Now, if he’s actually started to develop feelings about you… he’ll start to act differently. You don’t actually like your spouse, do you? Wasn’t that just some arranged bullshit? He’ll throw smirks and subtle insults your spouse’s way, as if trying to goad them into a fight. More then once you two will almost get caught because he decides waltzing up to your window is totally acceptable, or trying to have a quickie in the middle of the day. A surprisingly jealous side will come out and he’s in total denial about any feelings he might have.

Jacquen H’ghar

This isn’t alarming to Jacquen at first. He knew he could never have such a union with you, and since this Westerosi society is so insistent on marriage, it would happen eventually. Still, your pain hurts him as well. Jacquen would have a variety of plans … anywhere from easily disguising as a guard or servant so he’s always beside you, or perhaps whisking you away somewhere. This isn’t the end of your relationship for him - it’s just a challenge to overcome. He assumes you won’t send him away or break it off.

Petyr Baelish

You being someone else’s wife makes no difference to Petyr, though he’s surprised in himself. Usually he stays out of such affairs, it only causes trouble… But he’s been intrigued by you, and quite frankly, he’s offended that this Lord Whoever from Wherever didn’t take his interest into account. No matter. Petyr has plenty of plans to deal with this pest, though he’s annoyed at his own jealousy whenever he sees you together with your spouse, even if you’re miserable. While he doesn’t want you unhappy, it certainly makes starting an affair and/or disposing of your spouse much easier.

Robert Baratheon

He’s furious and everyone is going to know about it. Robert will complain endlessly to Ned and Lord Arryn about how he found you first, how that useless shit of a husband won’t know what to do with you. Since he does little to hide his disgust, rumors will spread all over court. Hell, he’ll probably say even stupider things when he’s drunk, or he’ll do something stupider, like actually try to aggravate the guy into a fight or a duel. If you’re actually able to get him under control, he has no qualms about having an affair with you… but he may not be subtle about it. So that’s another thing to keep in mind.

Stannis Baratheon

It’s depressingly impressive how willing Stannis is to bury and deny his feelings once he hears you’re promised to someone else. He’ll try to extinguish all the happiness he had with you, bottle up all the memories and feelings that went along with it. This will be fine. He’ll be fine. This iron resolve is easy to maintain if Stannis rarely sees you. If you both are forced to interact even semi-often, it chips away at him, and he can’t help himself from making biting remarks about your spouse when you both visit. He hates feeling this way, he’s never felt it before, and he carries a deep grudge against your spouse and family for making it happen. It’s easier if you write to him, but then Stannis starts keeping those letters and punishing himself by reading them over and over. Eventually he stops entirely, deeming it inappropriate, even if that feels like cutting off one of his limbs.

Davos Seaworth

The old knight is understandably saddened by news of your betrothal and marriage, but it makes sense. Politics-wise, Davos believes he isn’t much of a prize, even when he’s risen to Lord. He should’ve expected this would happen. He’d wish you genuine happiness… But if you were miserable, Davos would feel awful and powerless. If you truly wanted to continue the relationship behind your spouse’s back, his biggest worry would be the secret getting out and your reputation being ruined. He wouldn’t be able to resist forever, but he’d still try to talk you out of it and try to convince you to forget about him.

Margaery Tyrell

She seeks you out the moment she finds out - and that was quickly, because she often keeps tabs on you. Her grandmother warned her about getting so close to her favorite, but it still comes as a terrible shock. Margaery holds you close and promises she’ll make it better, somehow. Maybe she and her grandmother can reason with her family, perhaps you can marry into the Tyrell family, so you both can be together. She’ll fix it, she swears. The thought of someone else being with you is terrible enough, she’ll be even more worried if the person is abusive. Margaery won’t stand for it, and might take a few rare risks for your sake.

Brynden Tully

This stirs up a lot of complicated feelings in the old knight. He knew his relationship with you wouldn’t last forever, that you’d have to marry eventually, and he never wanted to marry…. But he feels like this is his fault, especially if you’re miserable. He could’ve prevented this. Brynden knows he ought to break off the relationship, and he won’t blame you if you do… but he’ll also consider the idea of continuing the relationship. And if you have to go somewhere far away, he’ll still appreciate you sending letters and having a correspondence. The relationship may not be the same long-distance, but he cares a lot about you, and it hurts having you cut from his life.

Edmure Tully

Woe and misery. How much wine is in Riverrun’s stores? He may end up drinking a dent in it by the time the month is out. He almost didn’t believe the news until he heard it from several people, or just you directly. How could this happen? Wasn’t he courting you properly, taking all the steps just the right way? Wasn’t his interest obvious to anyone with eyes? Edmure approaches your family with a bit of a hot head, almost demanding an answer for why they chose whoever over … whoever your spouse is. Edmure doesn’t even care who it is, he hates their guts immediately. More likely than not, he’ll do something foolish, like start a duel. If all else fails, he’ll make sad eyes at you at all the feasts and galas and go into a bit of a depression.

Brienne of Tarth

Brienne is immediately distraught, but also believes she deserves it somehow. This happy relationship just had to come to an end, didn’t it? Well, you two had to be discreet about it to begin with, which didn’t please her … but this alternative feels worse. Brienne switches between trying to stay frosty to make it easier for you two to part, and being unable to hold back her affection and sadness. The best solution she can think of is to stay as your sworn sword, independent of your new husband’s house guards. And gods know, she will come at him with a vengeance if he even dares upset you or lay an unwanted hand on you. That means the relationship could continue, but she dislikes the secrecy even more when you’re married. While she doesn’t like the idea of running away from problems, maybe in certain circumstances, she’d be open to the idea…

Ramsay Bolton

Ramsay is irate, to say the least. Even if you don’t actually know him, you’ve just caught his eye, he’ll become possessive. If you both were romantic before the engagement news, his anger and possessiveness would be even more dangerous. Woe to your spouse if he lives close to the Dreadfort - leave it to Ramsay to think up some “accident” for them to be involved in. And if he finds out they’re involved in some sort of treason or crime, that’s all the better, no matter how flimsy the “crime” is. If he’s feeling especially reckless, he’ll just arrange their murder and take you back right away. Ramsay is a terrible loser, doubly so if it involves one of the few things he actually cares about.

Roose Bolton

On the outside he doesn’t react to the news beyond a silent glare. On the inside, Roose is furious. He had plans for you, plans that may have taken quite a while to get to this point, and now it’s been ruined by someone whose actively working against him… or too stupid to realize what a massive mistake they just made. Roose thinks up various ways to circumvent this and have you to himself. In the meantime, he’ll gladly continue an affair behind your spouse’s back, but that won’t necessarily save them from death. You’ll notice him become increasingly possessive and jealous, even if you have zero interest in your spouse, and you can sense he’ll be holding a deep grudge against whoever arranged this in the first place.

Oberyn Martell

As soon as he hears about the news, Doran has to talk him down from dueling the man…Half his daughters support it, the other half suggest something more subtle. Overyn feels insulted, for one - your affection for each other was obvious, yet your family still made this arrangement. And if he doesn’t get his duel, he will spread all sorts of unsavory, salacious rumors about your spouse, in hopes of creating a scandal that makes your family break the union. Or better, lead to the man dueling Oberyn directly! Oberyn doesn’t even consider continuing your relationship with him an “affair”. You both were together first, and a farce of a marriage you didn’t agree to won’t change that. You just have to make sure he can be discreet.

Doran Martell

While the news of your engagement is depressing, it isn't surprising. He's quite aware of the politics of Westeros, even if his own family doesn't believe it, and he had wind of this engagement. He just thought he could stop it in time. He hides his disappointment, but his family can tell he's withdrawing. Oberyn argues with his brother to go get you and fight, but Doran is a man of silent plans. He'll still love to correspond with you, and you can tell by his letters that he seems hopeful. Maybe he's thought of a way to break it off …

Arianne Martell

Well, isn’t this irksome? Arianne loved having you in her palace and keeping you all to herself, but then this foolish arranged marriage happened… She doesn’t hide her disdain, and she’s annoyed at herself for not doing more to stop it. The princess will spend no small amount of time being angry at the unfairness of it. Once she’s calmed, she doesn’t see why you both can’t continue the relationship behind closed doors. You’re both used to sneaking around, anyway. And Arianne can’t resist ferreting around for some salacious rumors about your spouse… Wouldn’t it be a shame if she found out something that led you to your family cutting the betrothal off?

Tyene Sand

She’s beyond annoyed at this outcome. You were her favorite, in more ways than one, and while she didn’t delude herself into thinking you’d be together forever… well, couldn’t you both have spent your days in court in service to the Martells, or perhaps left forever on a boat to Essos? Why did this have to happen so soon? She’s despondent, much as she tries to hide it, even with her sisters trying to comfort her. She begins to think of plans, just little things … a rumor here, a scheme there. She’ll feel much better if you remain in the Sunspear court, so she can stay close and your relationship can continue.

[1kook]

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this is part of my netflix & chill series!

SUMMARY “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” WARNING angst with implied smut at the end!!, flashbacks, low self esteem, alcohol consumption, jk is (implied) a virgin in this, there’s a lil fondling by oc u know the usual  MISC they r soulmates <3, our queen doyeon returns, i tried to use symbolism👁 in the dialogue so yes everything drunk oc says has a meaning hehe RATING m bc alcohol WC 2.2k

NOTES i said once a long time ago that n&c couple were prolly at the same party once but didn't realize so hERE WE GO ! its not proofread bc um. yeah<3

Homecoming week. 

Jungkook doesn’t even think his university’s football team is good, but he had read somewhere that part of the college experience is obnoxiously supporting this team all four years. And well. Jungkook wants to fit in. Frankly, Jungkook feels a little dumb having accepted this invitation from Kim Taehyung from his first-year writing class. He’s only known the man a solid four weeks, probably won’t know him this well once Taehyung finds real friends, ones who suit his outgoing personality, and decides Jungkook is too boring, but Jungkook will make the best of it while he can because, again, he wants to fit in. Badly. It’ll be different this time, he had told himself while getting ready. You won’t be awkward anymore. You’ll make friends. 

And then it’s nearing midnight and Jungkook has spoken to a whopping two people at this party of over a hundred. Not including Taehyung, it’s down to one. Even that had only been to ask where the bathroom was. He feels severely out of place, like he’s both too large and too small to be in this area, to be at this party, so he shuffles into the kitchen when he hears them call for another match of beer pong. He’s actually pretty good at the game, has refined his skills at get togethers with his older cousins. But it’s not like anyone here wants to be Jungkook’s partner anyway. Or even knows who he is for that matter. 

Taehyung had bumped into him a little past ten, had had two girls clinging to his sides when he had greeted Jungkook. One of them had almost looked tempted, Jungkook wanted to believe, brushing her hand against his arm. But he didn’t act quick enough— what would he even have done? what did he even want? —and Taehyung disappeared with both girls soon after, leaving Jungkook by himself once more. 

The kitchen is empty, the drinks long since having migrated to the living area of this huge frat. With a defeated sigh, Jungkook sinks back against one of the counters, setting his lukewarm cup of beer down beside him. He’s buzzed, drank in a feeble attempt to ‘lose himself’ as all the movies claimed. But now all he can feel is a pounding headache threatening to consume him. He doesn’t even like drinking— why did he drink this much? 

He should go home. 

Events like this, parties like this— they weren’t meant for someone like Jungkook. He was too quiet, too shy to let loose like everyone else. He doesn’t do well in social situations, or at least not as well as his therapist had told him he would. He hesitates too much, never speaks when he needs to. Haerim from his freshman basics class had even said so. “You’re quiet, huh,” she had smiled, and when her notebook had touched his elbow, he flinched. She didn’t take it to heart. Just like Taehyung wouldn’t if he left right now. They know how he is. He doesn’t belong here. These types of parties were made for outgoing people, people who lived on the edge, people who weren’t trapped in their own thoughts all the time, people like—

Like the girl who stumbles through the doorway now. “Woooo,” she slurs, and then promptly faceplants into the dirty tile of the kitchen, the same tile littered with sticky footprints and random debris. He can’t even imagine what else is on the floor of a frat house mid-party. Jungkook flinches at the sound of her knee hitting the ground, before rushing over to help her up. 

She’s a giggling mess, eyes half shut by the time Jungkook gets her into a seated position. “Are you okay?” he flounders, hand on her shoulder when she wobbles again, nearly falls back down. 

“Just peachy,” she sings, flashing him a sloppy thumbs up. Her neck isn’t doing a particularly good job of holding her head up and when Jungkook places a hand on the back of her head, she leans into it, blissful smile on her face. She’s really pretty, it makes Jungkook’s cheeks burn when she aims it at him next. “Pucca loves Garu,” she lets him know, eyes finally fluttering open. “He’s a pretty boy.”

Jungkook blinks. He has no idea what you’re talking about. “Huh?” he stutters, glancing back at the bar stool by the counter instead. It’s probably infinitely times better than the sticky tile beneath your bare legs. “I’m gonna stand you up,” he tells you, taking your loud cackle as a sign that you’re okay with it. Jungkook’s been working out all summer, so you’re not heavy in the slightest, arms thrown around his shoulders while he slips his own around your back. Your proximity leaves him drowning in your scent. 

The giggles don’t subside when he sits you down, not even when he begins opening random cabinets in search of a glass to get you some water. He’s had his fair share of experiences looking after drunk people, so he has a pretty good idea of what to do now. However, your sudden bout of commentary certainly doesn’t make it easier. “Isn’t it, like, super cool how the sun and the moon are, like—“ a hiccup, Jungkook settles on tap water “tooootally different beings, but, like— they, like, both maintain the earth?” Your hand reaches for his forearm when he returns, gives him this little squeeze in your excitement. “Like— Like they both have to, like— work together? To keep it perfect, y’know?” 

Jungkook pushes the water into your hands. You’ve got this sparkly sheen to your eyes, the one that most people get after one too many drinks, but it’s accompanied by this childlike wonder that leaves Jungkook breathless when you meet his gaze. “Yeah,” he says quietly. You beam. It’s blinding. So blinding that Jungkook promptly looks away, nudging the cup in your hands. “You need to drink this.”

You frown. “Boooo, so boring,” you huff. It’s nothing Jungkook hasn’t heard before, but it is a little disheartening to hear it from a stranger. He stamps the feeling down, pursing his lips as he gives up on letting you drink yourself. The cup is swiped from your hand and Jungkook tasks himself with making you drink it instead. And of course, like all wasted young adults, you put up a fight. “Ew, what is that?” you spit. 

Jungkook sighs. “Water.” 

At his defeated tone, the exaggerated grimace slips off your face, replaced with a rather solemn expression instead. Jungkook tries to take advantage of it and pushes the cup against your lip again, but all he really accomplishes is sloshing it down the front of your dress. You don’t yelp, but he does. “I’m so sorry,” he panics, sliding the sleeve of his shirt down around his thumb to wipe your chin. 

You let him, head tilted curiously to the side. Jungkook tries to ignore your analytical gaze until: “you’re cute,” you announce, and abruptly send him into shock. 

He recoils, face a blazing mess. “I’m—“ he chokes, swallowing when you wipe your hand down your own chest, leave a glistening layer of water over your sternum and down between your breasts. 

“Cute,” you repeat, downing the glass he had been trying to coax into you like it’s nothing now. With it gone, you don’t waste any time, throwing your hands around his shoulders, fingers brushing through the hair at the base of his neck. You pull him close, so close in fact, that he ends up having to hold the back of your chair to keep from accidentally crushing you with his weight. “Your name, pretty boy?” 

He can’t think. You’re so drunk and smell so good and are just so pretty— his brain short circuits. “Um I’m, uh, Jeon J—“

“Jeon,” you repeat, silly smile back on your face. You’re not technically wrong, so he nods along with a blush high on his cheeks. “Well, Jeon,” you purr, but you’re still so drunk, eyelids fluttering in a rather funny way. “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?”

Jungkook doesn’t even know what that means, and honestly, he doesn’t really hear you over the thundering of his own heart and the bass in the other room. “Um, but you’re really…” he stammers, leaning back but a finger loops around one of his curls and he gasps when you pull at it. “You’re drunk,” he rushes out, lower lip trembling when your nose knocks against his. 

A soft hum, the sound sending electricity down his spine when you cup his cheek. “But don’t you think I’m pretty?” you murmur, eyes flickering to his mouth. 

“Yes,“ he chokes out, “you’re a very, very pretty girl. But I really shouldn’t—“

“Hey,” you shush, tilting his head just the slightest. Jungkook has never had a girl touch him like this, has never even touched a girl before either, but, well. He really wants to kiss you. And that’s saying a lot considering Jungkook has never kissed anyone before. 

Despite how good it feels, he knows you’re still really drunk. It’s with a decisive huff that he pushes away, hands on your waist to keep you from touching up on him any further. You’re not that strong anyway. And then he’s met with the biggest pout he’s ever seen, an absolutely distraught look on your face. 

Something in him says you’ll cry if he doesn’t explain himself soon, so he launches into it right away. “You’re very pretty,” he says, almost laughing at the way your entire face lights up immediately. “But you’re very drunk.” You huff. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.” Mostly regurgitating something he heard in a motivational video. 

It works. Eventually, you stop being fussy in his arms and settle with a frown. “You’re too nice,” you grumble, forehead on the countertop. He doesn’t see how it’s much better than the floor but he lets you be. “You got a girlfriend, don’t you?” 

At that, Jungkook laughs. “No,” he reassures you, hesitates, and then gently pats your back. Jungkook actually feels you melt under his touch. That sultry look is gone, replaced with this rather tranquil look that he doesn’t quite understand. 

“That was pretty,” you murmur, but Jungkook doesn’t quite hear. 

“What was that?” he asks.

“I said your smile was pre—“

“There you are!” someone hollers from the kitchen doorway, the shrill tone of their voice making both you and Jungkook jump. When he turns around, he’s met with the sight of a rather tall girl angrily stomping your way, eyes a blazing fire, fists clenched by her side. Jungkook realizes only a second too late that she’s looking at him. “Get off of her, you sweaty city-owned dumpster,” she hisses, using the strength of three football players to push Jungkook away. “You make me sick—“

“Doyeonie,” you beam, launching yourself into the angry girl’s arms. Ah. The Help had arrived. 

Said angry girl (Doyeonie?) is still using every mash-up of words possible to degrade Jungkook as she hauls you into her arms, shooting daggers every step of the way. “I can’t believe you would try to take advantage of a poor girl when she’s this drunk,” she spits. 

“What?” Jungkook coughs, cheeks warm. “I wasn’t—“

“Tell it to Campus Safety when I report you, you wannabe, dollar store Rain.” Jungkook clutches his chest at the acidity of her tongue, surprised anyone could be so mean. 

All things considered, this was actually good. Someone who knew you had come to take you to safety, meaning Jungkook didn’t have to look after you anymore. When this Doyeonie turns around, he’s met with your smiley face smushed against her shoulder. 

(It’s weird. He’s a little sad to see you go.) 

“Bye, Jeon,” you giggle, hand brushing down his arm, squeezing his hand, before you’re abruptly yanked away. Jungkook manages one weak wave, cheeks lit ablaze once more when you send him a silly air kiss from the doorway, urging him to catch it. He does, and he feels really silly when he puts it in his pocket, but he can hear your laughter for a second more before he loses you. 

The last few minutes being so hectic, he decides to go home. Parties weren’t really his thing. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever go to one again. 

Until a few years later. 

“You’re, like, really pretty,” you slur, lips against his throat. Another invitation, this time, Taehyung’s birthday. His friend had practically begged him to come, knowing how Jungkook was. In the end, it had been you who had accepted on his behalf. 

“Baby, not here,” he laughs, hand on your shoulder when you try to shove your hand down his pants for the third time that night. 

Taehyung had been ecstatic to see Jungkook here. And then had quickly become annoyed when he caught the two of you making out in his storage closet an hour later. “Bro, don’t be that couple at parties,” he had groaned, locking the door behind him. 

Jungkook had laughed. “I wouldn’t know what ‘that couple’ is at parties,” he reminded him. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m sure your girlfriend can fill you in.”

Apparently not. You’ve been trying to kiss him for the past three minutes but keep missing because you’re so drunk. “Just one,” you beg, so pretty but so drunk. The fake lashes you’d worn today make you look like a doll, batting them his way until he’s giving in, slotting his lips against yours. You’re probably going to throw up in his bathroom when you get home, so he should make the best of your kisses now. Jungkook pushes that thought aside as he reaches a hand out to wipe at the sweat accumulating on your chest. There’s something weird about the gesture, like he’s done it before at another party. But that doesn’t make sense; he couldn't have— this is his first party with you. 

“We should, like, leave,” you whisper against his ear, fingers burying themselves in his hair; when you pull on a strand, he nearly moans. “Go home. Maybe netflix and—“ a hiccup that makes him smile “—chill?”

Jungkook kisses your temple. “Sounds good to me, pretty girl.”

Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[xpacestuff]

Su/gf crossover things part 2

(sorry if these aren't that good!)

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Dipper: So... that glowing pink thing?

Steven: Yeah?

Dipper: Why does that happen exactly?

Steven: Oh, I'm not sure... I guess when I don't feel well? It's like a burst of energy when it happens...when i feel like i need to run away or just...-

Dipper: Oh! Like a flight or fight response!

Steven: What is-

Dipper, taking out the journal: Interesting...

Steven: What's a-

Dipper: mumbles to himself

Steven: ...Nevermind.

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Steven: Hey Mabel! what are you-

Steven: Mabel.

Mabel, putting fake gems on waddles face: Whaaat... he likes it...

Steven: Why didn't you ask me to help you?

Mabel: :D

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Mabel: OH! YOU CAN DO SHAPESHIFTING, RIGHT?

Steven: Oh, yeah, but-

Mabel: Can you turn into anything!? Like a unicorn! Or a hamster! You can do this hamster ball thing, so!

Steven: uuhh haha... I don't really... like shapeshifting... sorry..

Mabel: Aw, why?

Steven: It's just... some things happened when I did...

Mabel: Like what?

Dipper: Mabel, don't bother him! If he doesn't like it then leave him alone.

Mabel: Yeahh... you're right. Sorry Steven!

Steven: Nono, it's okay, don't worry!

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this is something different than the "steven has the same powers as bill so dipper is sus" writing post i made lol (basically this one is just silly)

Dipper, walking around in circles: It's just... what does that star symbolize?

Mabel: What do you mean?

Dipper: The star on his shirt, Mabel! Does it have to do with this gem stuff? Is it related to his powers?

Mabel: Uh...Dipper, why are you questioning something like that?

Dipper: Well, he showed me a picture of himself when he was younger, and he always had this star on his shirt! Why?

Mabel: Maybe he just likes stars? Come on, bro. It's just some shirt design.

Dipper: I don't know...

later

Dipper: Steven... okay, so, this will sound weird but what does that star on your shirt mean?

Steven: Huh?

Dipper, pointing at it: You always have that star on your shirt. Does it have to do with your powers or something? Is it some magical shirt?

Steven: Oooh hahaha! No no, it's just my dads merchandise. Just like that pine tree on your hat, I'm guessing?

Dipper: ...Oh. Well then. rips a page from a notebook

Steven: ...Seriously?

Dipper: Yes, seriously.

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So what if something dangerous happens and steven completely turns pink also starts turns into his buff chad form (haha edgy)

Steven, in that form: Oh, oh no no no... oh no.. shit..

Dipper: Wha-

Mabel: What!?

Steven: Oh god, Mabel and Dipper, d-don't look at me!

Dipper: ...Does that new form... hurt you?

Steven: What? uh.. no.

Steven: I- I didn't want you guys to see me like this!

Dipper: No, no, it's uh, okay!

Mabel: Yeah, we're here! Don't worry!

Steven, slowly getting smaller do his normal form: It's just..

Steven, as his pink glow fades: This just hasn't happened in a while...

later

Mabel: Well, I made you some chocolate milk!

Steven: Thanks, Mabel.

Dipper: So... you better now? You're smaller than when you were well... all pink and glowy

Steven: Yeah, yeah i'm better now. I guess I need to tell this to my therapist though.

Mabel: You better! I don't want to see you hurt :(

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Steven: Hey do guys wanna fly

Dipper: Wh-

Mabel: YES!

Dipper: Um... what do you mean with "fly"?

Steven: I have floating powers. I can just carry you two and well.. fly around

Mabel: Oh my god!!! really!?

Steven: Yeah!

Dipper: How come you're just randomly suggesting this?

Steven: Well, strange things have been happening here in Gravity Falls, so I just wanted to lighten the mood up a little bit.

Dipper: Alright, then

Mabel: YEAHH!!! LETS FLOAT!

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Mabel, Dipper and Steven are basically floating now

Mabel: THIS IS AMAZING!!! You can float and summon a hamster ball! That's like, the best thing EVER!

Steven: hahah, yeah! ...Dipper you alright?

Dipper, absolutely worried that he's going to fall: y.. yes.

Steven: I can drop you off-

Dipper: AH- NO!

Steven: I mean like... slowly help you land on your feet again, yknow?

Dipper: Oh, uh, yes... please..

Steven: Alright!

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Mabel: Tickle attack!

Dipper: Mabel no- hahaha! Stop!

Steven, entering the room: Hey guys

Mabel, staring at him: >:)

Steven: o h n o

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Dipper: Is this your real form? You can shapeshift, after all.

Steven: Yes?

Dipper: HMM

Steven: How could I prove it to you anyways?

Dipper: I don't know-

Steven: Here, a picture of when I was younger. I can assure you that's me, and my 'real' form haha

Dipper: ...Wow you were small

Steven: You're one to talk

Dipper: Hey!

Steven: Haha!

Steven: Oh, by the way, you know that I don't like shapeshifting, right?

Dipper: Yeah... I guess you don't.

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Mabel: Uuughh I'm so bored

Dipper: Yeah, me too.

Steven: Do you guys wanna uh, bake something? maybe?

Mabel: Hmmm... like what

Steven: Oh! Have you heard of cookie cats?

Dipper: Cookie cats?

Steven: Here, let me show you a picture of them shows a picture of it from his phone

Mabel: It looks so cute!

Steven: We can bake this if you guys wanna?

Dipper: Well, we don't have anything else to do.

Mabel and Steven: Yeah!

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steven and dipper are just walking around the woods cause why not

Dipper: Ouch!

Steven: What happened? Are you okay?

Dipper: Yeah, it's just...I just scratched myself on this branch, i didn't even see it.

Steven: Oh, that's no problem! licks his finger

Dipper: uh-

Steven: puts his finger on Dippers wound there!

Dipper, healed: WH- HOW?

Steven: I have healing powers :)

Dipper: You surprise me everyday...

Dipper, whispering: Maybe I should tell Ford... hmm..

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again before they knew steven is half gem

Mabel: I love gems!

Steven: Me too! Even though some tried to kill me, most of them didn't really know what they were doing. Mostly when they were corrupted.

Mabel: H..huh?

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Mabel: Your girlfriend sure is cool Steven!

Steven: Yeah, I love her a lot.

Mabel:

Mabel: :")

Steven:

Steven: Uh-

Mabel: No, no. It's just cute. Don't mind me. I hope when I'm a teenager I can find love like this. Haha...

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Steven: You guys' grunkle is really nice!

Dipper: Yeah, at first he can be a bit mean, but in reality he's a great guy if he wants to be. Trust me, I've been there.

Steven: Aw... I said that cause he gave me something for free. That's a start, I guess?

Dipper: Sure is.

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Stan, going through a box of old stuff: Ahaha, yeah. Brings back some good old memories.

Steven: Oh, can I look? If you don't mind?

Stan: Sure kid.

Steven: ...

Steven: A... Space Train to the Cosmos CD?

Stan: Yeah, haha. He has the same last name as you. I remember listening to him years ago.

Steven: Mr. Pines... this is my dad. Greg Universe.

Stan: ... What.

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this is before D & M met Ford, I guess? (if this takes place when D & M arrive to GF for the first time)

Steven: So... what's that?

Dipper: Ah! It's uh- it's nothing. haha...

Steven: Dipper, are you okay? What are you holding there?

Dipper: sighs It's just...

Mabel: IT'S A JOURNAL!

Dipper: Mabel!

Steven: Oh, like a diary? That's cool.

Dipper: It's... more than that, actually.

Mabel: Come on! Let's just tell him!

Dippers: Well, uh, it's basically a journal that has a lot of information written down from all these weird monsters and creatures in Gravity Falls. I still have no idea who the author is.

Steven: Wow... Have you told Mr. Pines?

Dipper: He didn't take it seriously.

Steven: Hmm...

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Steven: I don't understand your purpose... nor do I understand why you look like that

Steven: But I support you

Soos: Dude it's just square pizza

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Connie visits again

Steven: Connie! Hey!

Connie: Steven!

they go for a hug, then fuse

Stevonnie: ...Uh-oh.

Mabel: :D WOOOO!!! HOW???

Dipper: >:0

Dipper: WHAT THE FUCK??

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Ford: This is so interesting... a half-gem, half-human.

Ford: Tell me, what can you do?

Steven: Well, I can summon a shield. I have healing powers. I can bring plants to life. I can bubble things up. I can also have destruct- oh, I uh, I actually don't like talking about that.

Ford: ...Can you show me your shield?

Steven: sure summons his shield

Ford: Wh- how do you do that?

Steven: Well, it's my gem that just summons it when I want to.

Ford: So how powerful is it?

Steven: Oh, pretty powerful, I guess? I was able to protect myself from the diamonds- oh uh, yeah, the uh diamonds are the most strongest gem, by the way. Yellow tried to step on me and tried to uh, hurt me haha but it's okay now.

Ford: Wow! So, how tall and strong are these diamonds? And uh, that's crazy she did that. But do tell me more.

Steven: They're really tall. I don't exactly know how much but as tall as a skyscraper... maybe taller? I'm not sure. The tallest one is White.

Ford: Interesting... I'm guessing you're a diamond too? You were able to protect yourself, after all.

Steven: starts glowing pink a little

Ford: Huh!?

Steven: Ah- sorry, sorry! That just happens sometimes!

Ford: Glowing pink... hm...

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Imagine they all (Stan, Soos, Steven, Dipper and Mabel) fall into that one bottomless pit. Steven completely panics because the others are falling and he's worried to the point where he just forgets about his floating powers. But after the others start telling some of their stories, he calms down. They turn around to him and ask him if he could tell a story aswell. He tells them about how cool it was to learn combat with his (now girl-)friend Connie. How at that point he learned something very important. The others listen very well to him, and as he finishes the story they, surprisingly, fall out of the bottomless pit. After this Mabel and Dipper ask Steven about the things he has learned and if he could teach them.

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Mabel and Dipper: wearing their peanut butter and jelly costumes

Steven: Hahaha! That looks nice, why are you dressed like that?

Mabel: Summerween!

Steven: Oh, I've never heard of that! :D

Dipper: Yeah cause they honestly just made all of this up.

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Steven hanging out with the other teens!!! Very important!!! He needs to learn how to "act his age", y'know what I mean? explore around. take some risks (that are not traumatising, thank you). just be a teenager in general.

(i could make a whole other post for this tbh)

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Stan: You have literally no legal documents, kid.

Steven: Yeahh...

Stan: I love it!

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Robbie: And who are you?

Steven: Oh I just, uh, work here.

Robbie: Yeah? With Wendy, huh?

Steven: Oh! Yeah, she's my workmate, I guess?

Robbie: Hm... right.

Robbie: walks past him while elbowing him in an aggressive way

Steven, whispering: Yikes... scary.

Dipper, from the back: I know right!?

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Mabel, goofing around, doing some weird stuff: hehehe

Steven: Wow... thinking about it, she'd get along with Amethyst.

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Mabel: gasp Oh my gosh! Steven, look at Waddles and Lion!

Lion and Waddles: literally just staring at eachother

Mabel and Steven, with star eyes: Awww....

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Wendy: Dude, your girlfriend seems really cool.

Steven: Oh, yeah! She's great. She's really smart and pretty, she can sing and play the violin... she can sword fight-

Wendy: Wait wait wait... sword fight?

Steven: Yeah!

Wendy: Your girlfriend rides a pink lion and can sword fight? That's so cool!

Steven, full of love: Ah, yeah... she's amazing...

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Hope y'all enjoyed this one. This is the second part! Even though none of these are in any order, so it doesn't matter. But here's the first one. Also, I just wanted to say something about the shapeshifting thing: I do enjoy posts where Steven shapeshifts to make his arm or whatever longer to help. It's really cute, but in my opinion (again, my opinion) I feel like after steven turning into a cat and kaiju monster, he'd be way too uncomfortable to shapeshift. It'd also remind him of when he became taller, buff and was glowing pink. That's just what I think. :-)

[shozaii]

Hii! How are you? Hope you're okay! I love your writing so much like this is exactly what I downloaded tumblr for🥺🥺 Can I please request and imagine with shoto whose love interest would always reject people who confess to them because they would think they're lying (bc they've gone through a traumatic episode, maybe?) and shoto does his best to prove them wrong? 👉👈 Maybe it's kinda weird but that just happened to me and I thought why not, haha! Thank you very much and wish you a good day!♡♡

(a/n): hellooo!! this took me a while i’m so sorry😭 and no it isn’t weird at all! this has happened to me as well and i do understand your feelings🥺 wishing you a good day too!❤️

masterlist

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breathe.

a todoroki shoto x reader imagine.

another day, another denial.

you waved them off, and you walked your way, not wanting to utter another word. it wasn’t meant to be hurting them, right?

it wasn’t like shoto hasn’t noticed at all. he has witnessed it first hand lots of times. when you both are sitting together, you find someone calling out to you. you were hoping for it to be a call for help on a subject, or some books to carry, or some money because they were out of it and they desperately needed some to which you will gladly offer.

no, it was all the same thing.

“i like you.”

“please go out with me, y/n!”

“my feelings for you are a little too strong and i just-,”

you had to cut them all out. and when you do return to your seat, shoto looks on, not wanting to directly ask you. it would be rude.

but when you do look at him, he’s bewildered.

your eyes looked a little red. were you crying? well, definite explanation. knowing you, it would be a brush off of ‘no sleep’ or something.

“you can’t just tell me the same thing, y/n. you were alright this whole time. then again, i’m not saying you’re lying.”

he would be silent after, respecting your silence together. 

***

shoto was there for you when you needed him the most.from the darkest parts of your life, to your life accomplishments, to your quirk developments. you had to admit; he was a great listener, too. 

in fact, he was the first one to catch you wiping your tears from your already bloodshot eyes.  

“y/n.”

he didn’t know exactly what he should do. be direct? beat around the bush? not ask you at all? last choice is pretty inconsiderate, so he’s just going to have to wait it out, until you’re comfortable.

none of your classmates has ever seen you crying - only him. this felt like the biggest step in the bond he shared with you; which was why he wanted to do his best for you.

“hey sh- todoroki,” you hiccuped. it had been your little habit to call him by his first name, considering your friendship since the beginning of your school days.

“shoto,” he said.

“huh?”

“you heard me, y/n. i can wait if you do want to talk about it. then again, it’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“ah, well.” you felt your eyes threatening you to release a new set of tears down your cheeks.

“we broke up.”  and as you said that, all the haunting memories of the two of you came flashing back into your head. from the things they’ve done, to how much you fought back - terrible, horrid ones.

he placed a hand on your shoulder. “breathe, y/n.”

you did as he told, taking in deep breaths. you folded your arms around you chest, sighing. “it was definitely for the best but...but i just can’t seem to get it off my mind. it scares me every single time, and i’m worried that the same thing might happen again and i-,”

“okay, alright. i heard you loud and clear. look at me.

they’re gone from your life. no more. not a single cent worthy any longer. all that matters right now is for you to forget. it’s totally fine if you can’t forgive - if i were you i would never. but moving on doesn’t just happen right now. time is precious, and you have to use that to get along with the subject we call life.”

“i just don’t know how i’m going to have a crush on anyone, or moreover fall in love with anybody.”

“and that, y/n, is never a sin. from what i’ve learnt,falling in love is a process. learning about them is a move. talking to them is a new part of life you’re beginning to share with them. being with them is a whole new world of fantasies and euphoria. but most importantly - the right one is destiny’s very own gift to you - congratulating you for growing from the pains you have suffered.”

“shoto. you are amazingly poetic.”

“well, did i make myself clear?”:

how could you ever say no? this opened new doors. this pulled you up from your current position your soul was in - crouched in a corner with the same nightmares that surrounded you. this lifted the tremendous weight off your shoulders.

“has anyone ever asked you for advice, shoto?”

“i guess midoriya has...? but y/n, i hope i wasn’t offending you or anything-,”

“what? no way. thank you so much.”

he gave you a small smile, sealing the conversation off right at that moment.

***

why exactly were you trying to reject so many people from actually wanting to go out with you, date you, be in a relationship with you, even?

“wanna know why, shoto?” you looked at him.

“of course,” he said, his eyes eager to know.

“falling in love. learning about them. talking to them and finally being with them. these things made me say no. they may have done that - have i even tried to be with them, perhaps?”

he paused, looking at you with eyes wide open. his heart jumped with joy.

so someone did listen, he thought.

“besides, i don’t know if this is true. but i’m starting to learn about someone new already.”

“ah,” but his heart dropped when he heard those words. “i hope you don’t mind me asking who may that person be?”

“he’s pretty poetic, if you ask me. he proved me wrong in so many ways.”

then and there, he knew he had achieved more than just learning about you - moreover letting you out of your fallen paths.

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(a/n): woooo this was a pretty big moment for me! to anyone out there who is actually going through the same thing; i hope you have found your path in moving forward to some place better. it takes time, i promise.✨

KDJKDKD I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD THO-

[kissmekitty]

"logging out for a while" ended up being not that long because woooo last night was eventful and i dont wanna keep rambling about it to my friends

i told bf that i couldn't keep going with this fucking game he's trying to play with me, and he needed to tell me if he wants to break up or stay together. and i said i'd rather break up for now and have him change his mind later than stay together and have him change his mind later. so we decided to break up for now, but i promised not to fall in love with anyone else.

so. i've been hanging out with one of my regulars at work who is like twice my age. and after that^ he kinda told me he wants to hook up, or at least that it was on his mind. and he said he's jerked off thinking about me "at least 6 times." we talked about boundaries and stuff over text pretty much the whole time i was at work yesterday.

so i went over to his place last night and for like 5-10 minutes it was just normal like it always is when i go over there. and then he was like "by the way... i've been waiting to do this all night" and he just really suddenly put his hand around my neck and pushed me back against the couch and started kissing me 🥵🥵🥵🥵

then he was like, touching me and still holding me by my neck and he had his face so close to mine like he was going to keep kissing me, so i was trying to kiss him but he started choking me harder and said "you'll get what i give you." and instead he started licking my lips really gently and then told me to lick my lips and said "tell me how fucking good i taste" I'D NEVER HEARD OF ANYONE DOING THAT BEFORE AND IT CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD IT WAS SO HOT AND I WAS SO FUCKING HORNY 😭😭😭 and he tastes like black reds cuz he smokes two packs of them a day (hence why i see him at work every day) which i hate to smoke myself (i dont mind full flavor but jfc those things r disgusting) but something about them on his breath was just so good.

he got his dick out and told me to suck it so i got on my knees in front of him (he was still sitting on the couch) and i started to get to work but then he grabbed my hair SO HARD and started fucking my throat it was so GOOD 🥴🥴🥴 after a bit of that he pulled me back up on the couch by my hair and took my shorts off and started touching me, and theN HE STARTED LICKING MY CHEST AND KISSING MY NEXK AND I WAS G O N E.

After that he stood up and pulled me onto the floor, again by my hair, and got me on my knees in front of him. and he took his belt off and i was like 0-0 and then he used it to hit me on my back/ass (not hard enough to leave a mark or even really hurt, just hard enough to surprise me) and told me to suck his dick again. and after a bit of that he was like "alright i guess we'll try this" and grabbed a condom and tried to put it on, but he's so big it definitely looked uncomfortable for him (he's like longer than a 16oz monster can and almost as thick).

so he got me back up on the couch (yet again, pulling me by my hair, which i was only getting more and more into). he put my legs over his shoulders and started fucking me (choking me again 🤤) and it was. so. good. but the condom really was just not working because he is just too big, like it looked painful. and this dude hasn't used condoms since he was a teenager and the only time he knocked a girl up it was bc she lied about being on birth control (pullout game strong), AND he just got tested last week and was clean. so i was like fuck it idc just keep going.

so he did keep going for a minute but then he was like ".... i've never had to do this before but i think i have to stop.... i think i value your friendship too much to keep going" AND IT WAS SO FUCKING DISAPPOINTING BUT I WAS LIKE "BRO... 🥺❤️"

tldr i've been jerking off all morning thinking abt it

[spicyfoodboi]

Hello there! I absolutely adore your writing and I was hoping to request a Genya x childhood friend reader!reader? The two could have known each other early in their demon slaying but had to drift apart due to missions and the reader ends up seeing him again at a sword smith village? It would be greatly appreciated please and thank you!

We fight together

Genre: fluff

Warning: manga spoilers for swordsmith village arc

A genya Shinazugawa x reader

A/n: HEY EVERYONEEEEE!! Hello anon! Thanks for requesting this, i love my baby genya 😊! I can't remember the upper moon 4 demon's name (the old one) for the life of me but after researching, i found out his name is hantengu! I only remember bits and bobs of this arc since its been a while so please forgive me if this isn't accurate hehe.

I just remember genya, getting hurt by one of hantengu's personalities, biting that tree demon then the kid demon that is like the decoy and genya chasing the small regret version of hantengu.

Okay, i'm getting ahead of myself. Requests are still open btw so don't be shy and request! Lets get on with this 😊

(credits to the owner of this edit!)

You were very close to genya.

When the demon attacked his home, you were by his side as he grew to know his new ability.

You joined the demon slayer corps. At the same time, both of you were under gyomei's wing.

Once your ranks started to get higher, more solo missions are being handed to both of you.

So you started to see each other less and less, you started losing touch.

It's been 4 months since you last caught each others gaze.

You went to the swordsmith's village with mitsuri for the wonderful hot springs.

You were going down the hill, robe around you when you caught genya walking up.

You blushed then waved then made small talk.

You wanted to catch up with him when the upper moons struck.

Genya was fighting upper moon 4, hantengu. You dealt with the first 3 personalities, when you see genya taking a bite of the tree demon and taking hits for tanjiro.

You winced, taken aback from the blows he took.

You continued to fight strongly, holding back the other parts of the demon while genya looked for the source.

When the demons got you cornered, they just vanished.

Tired, you slumped on one of the trees trunks next to you as you silently celebrated.

Genya did a lot to finish this demon off.

Once the cleaning squad started to assess the damage, you were taken in for your cuts and bruises.

While getting patched up, genya found you and ran over.

Once you were done, you stood up, your feet wobbling.

He took you in his arms and happily spun you around.

Both of you started to laugh and smile then you realize how close you are right now.

You both flushed, he puts you down and scratches the back of his neck.

You pulled him by the collar and kissed him straight on the lips.

His face gotten even darker, he pulled you closer by the waist and deepened the kiss.

You pulled away, a smiling, goofy mess.

He was chuckling, taking both of your hands and kissing them.

"i missed you, my princess."

He hasn't you used that nickname since you were 13.

That made you blush even more.

"would you like to be my queen?" he said, pulling you impossibly close, your chest pressed up against his.

You nodded, kissing him once again.

You stayed with him. He stayed with you.

WOOOO WE ARE DONE!! hopefully you guys enjoy this, especially you anon! Requests are still open so please requests something or anything! Love you guys so much ❤️ thanks for reading 😘❤️😊

My rules | masterlist

[yourpakichic]

Episode 15 Thoughts

-Broken. Both of them. I want to hug them both soooo bad. Serkan looks so defeated while talking to Engin, it’s heartbreaking.

-The parallels between their conversations. Great choice of revealing after thoughts from both sides.

-RUHIKIZIM. Soulmates. They said it, not me. To be very honest, I was surprised to hear Serkan mention anything about soulmates cause I don’t know why I just thought he would be the type to not believe in soulmates considering he’s always denied believing in the idea of love and pretty much running from anything that seems similar or so. But the fact that he not only believes in soulmates but knows Eda is his, just freaking makes my heart burst with happiness.

-The way she straight up and confronted him! I STAN ONE FEMALE LEAD AND IT IS EDA YILDIZ. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a female lead come out and straight up confront the male lead right after the break-up. But it’s so true to the core of Eda’s character, I loved it!

-It physically hurt to see him putting that photo and Eda’s gift in her belongings box. He’s returning the world that she gave him. He’s returning the kind of life he could live back to her. Turning back into that cold-hearted Serkan.

-I know Eda hates her grandmother. But seeing Eda go off on Ayfer really set how much. Ayfer is the only parental figure and up until this point, we’ve only seen Eda get a little bit confrontational with Ayfer (only about Serkan) but to see her yell and get mad at Ayfer for being in contact, woooo. I really am intrigued to find out the core of Eda’s hatred for her grandmother and why does she blame her for her parents death. We know the grandmother disapproved of her parents relationship but Eda hates her and wants no contact with her specifically for their death. So what exactly is the role of the grandmother in their death? And could it possibly change the way it’s been shown Serkan’s dad responsible for their death?

-The way Efe coming into this, I don’t like. Also Eda just let him into her house and everything? I really don’t know what to make of Efe. He definitely adds the third party angle well but I also don’t worry about Eda really falling for him or anything. Something about him just gives me weird vibes like trusting him is gonna be a mistake.

-THE FACT THAT SHE SHOWS UP LIKE THAT WITH EFE right after he says that to Engin. Serkan’s reaction was absolutely hilarious 😂 😂😂

-THE TENSION BETWEEN EDA/SERKAN. Takes me back to the beginning! Just goes to show the chemistry and the fire between these two!

-Erdem playing it cool and then absolutely cracking as soon as Fifi leaves 💀

-The ring conversation was to die for, they are both so petty and indifferent toward each other, I loved it!

-If Alptekin needs to tell the truth to anyone, it’s Eda. The first to hear about it should be Eda. The one to tell her has to be Alptekin. If Eda or Ayfer find out from anyone else or find out by accident, that would be such a cop out. It is not Serkan’s duty and nor should it be brought to light for everyone by an error. For Eda, it’s important to hear it straight out. Because that’s the only way there will be a way for their relationship to move forward. Otherwise, there’s too much blame left to go around.

-Engin is the most amazing friend. The way he just knew by Serkan’s look to inquire about Eda/Efe leaving. But the way Serkan tried to okay cool and disinterested....this man is a fool!

-Y’all if Efe turns out to be related to Eda, I’m gonna die!

-Serkan’s conversation with Aidan was so gentle and sweet. That’s probably one of the most revealing characteristics about Serkan is the way he treats his mother. Serkan always gives in and coddles to her wants and needs. And he talks so gently to her no matter what the situation or problem he himself is going through.

-Serkan’s anger with his dad is so fresh and strong to the point that he can’t even be near his dad. For many reasons. 1) Serkan is still mad at his dad for the way he was just sent away after his brothers death and pretty much exiled from their lives. 2) It’s clear that Alptekin always treated Serkan harshly when he made a mistake and yet he had made a huge one himself. And instead of teaching Serkan it’s okay to make mistakes and learn from them, he instead played hard when Serkan made mistakes. All the while he had made this huge mistake. 3) Alptekin’s mistake led Serkan to have to lose the only one he truly fell in love with. I mean Alptekin’s mistake caused the biggest loss/pain in his lover’s life and is the reason behind Eda’s sleeping habit and panic attacks. To know that, how can one expect Serkan to be okay with Alptekin and just continue to live as if nothing has happened. And knowing all that, how can Serkan be with Eda. Knowing that his father is the one who caused all this in Eda’s life. Now imagine is Eda were to know the truth. Can you imagine the pain, the anger she will feel. If Serkan’s anger is like this, imagine Eda’s. Eda isn’t afraid to confront anyone, we’ve seen that. Serkan knows that finding out the truth will hurt Eda, but also could hurt Alptekin. Due to Alptekin’s health scare, it’s understandable that Serkan wants to keep him from having any other issues and protect him. But he also wants to protect Eda. So in trying to protect both from pain and suffering that the inevitable truth will cause, he does what seems plausible at the moment. Breakup with Eda in the same way you met her. As the cold-hearted robot. But in doing so, he may have saved Eda’s pain from knowing the truth (for the time being), but he chooses pain and suffering for himself.

-Meeting at the university and giving speeches is an Eda/Serkan thing Efe, don’t interfere please.

-HE CONNED A CAR RIDE WITH HER, all because she didn’t pour him coffee! Gosh, he makes me so proud sometimes!

-He gave a bad presentation all so that he can work together with Eda on one comprehensive project. This man has no limits. He’s too much for us.

-Serkan walking out that car toward the group for camp..... He hasn’t looked hotter!

-That entire camp sequence was a check-out session for Eda/Serkan. They both couldn’t keep their eyes off each other.

-THE ANGST. THE JAW TICK. THE BROKEN EYES OF EDA. The “Does it matter?” Someone take me out cause I can no longer. It hurts.

-He felt her. He felt her absence. And he felt her presence. He knew where to find her. And he did. Their love is only beginning to flourish but their connection is the strongest it’s ever been. To be so connected with someone, it’s rare. Eda/Serkan have a connection like no other. And it will pull them back to each other everytime.

Overall: WONDERFUL EPISODE! I think this was one of the best episodes so far! It was kind of like the first couple of episodes with the comedy, EdSer fights, pettiness, drama, and pretty much everything that makes this a great show! I didn’t expect to get such a playful episode after the end of episode 14 but I liked that they didn’t bring on the full drama with the break-up and kept it light and classy in the true EdSer style! I think the drama and real angst should be saved for after the truth comes out. Based on the trailers, it’s hard to tell exactly what the new episode will be about and the major story plots but I’m pretty sure Eda is gonna do her best to figure out the reason behind the breakup and we actually get romantic scenes! I’m excited for next week now!

[the-curious-butterfly]

Team Owl vs Team Raven

(Another story to go into my Mother/Daughter collection. While this does come after the events of YBOS the spoilers here are quite tame) 

Today was meant to be a day of training, a day to test their students to see how far they’ve come since that interesting day at the covention. At least that’s what they agreed upon before they brought their apprentices up here to The Knee. Turns out the only testing to be done was to be on Lilith’s patience. And to a lesser extent Amity but while the witchling also wanted to train she also couldn’t complain about seeing Luz so happily enjoying herself. 

That was until a snowball hit her in the face and knocked her backwards. 

“Direct hit!” 

“Woooo, that’s my girl!” Eda and Luz exchanged a high five from behind the large boulder they were using to hide. 

“Edalyn! We are suppose to be training!” Lilith huffed as she helped her student up. Her strand of gray hair falling in front of her as she leaned down, a reminder of why they needed to train. 

“This is training! We’re simulating a battle.” Her sister called out, unbeknownst to her that she was readying another projectile to fire. 

 “How is this simulating a battle, snowballs aren’t even that-ahhhh!” This time it was Lilith’s turn to get hit in the face and fall on her rump prompting Luz and Eda to burst out into fits of laughter. 

“That does it!” Lilith growled out before turning to her now standing protégé “Amity.”  

The young Blight needed no more direction as she was already drawing a spell circle. “Abomination rise!” 

Not just one but two decent sized abominations rose out of the ground, one to build a fort around them and another to grab as much snow as it could and roll it up into a huge ball. “Alright, show us what you got then!” 

Safe to say the sight of a huge snowball hurtling their way was enough to shut them up for a spell. 

“Oh... shoot” 

“Kid, move!” The owl lady grabbed her kid by the collar and dragged her away from behind the boulder into the open. Seems Lilith was anticipating that for she used magic to greet them with a barrage of her own. 

With her quick thinking Luz laid down a glyph to summon a wall of ice before them to deflect the snowballs. 

“Nice thinking, Luz.” Eda praised her student before leaning out from behind the wall of ice to return fire at Lilith who only had to duck for the abomination had created a rather impressive fort. In fact it looked like an actual fort, with four pillars and everything....wow.

“Drat! It’s gonna be difficult to get to them now.” 

Edalyn chuckled at Luz’s words. “Watch and learn, kiddo.” She stepped out from behind their, mediocre by comparison, defenses and summoned three different spell circles to rain fire upon the snow fort, successfully melting it in record time. 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Amity pointed an accusatory finger at them. 

“Says the ones who started using magic first!” Luz teased back and for just this once Amity wanted to wipe the smug smile off her face instead of kiss it...just this once. Although like, she’d still be willing to kiss it later. 

“You said this was a battle simulation, what battle doesn’t involve magic?” Lilith reasoned though she didn’t understand why she should have, in her mind it just made sense. 

“Fair enough.” Eda replied calmly before “surprise attack!” She lifted a great heap of snow with magic and hurled it at the opposing side. At the last moment Lilith used a spell to shield her and Amity, unaware that Eda’s pupil had sneaked around behind them.

“Surprise attack!” This time they were not quick enough as Luz jumped up and hurled two snowballs directly at their chest effectively knocking them down. 

“Yes!” Luz whooped as she held her fist up in the air, her mentor doing much the same. 

“That’s my kid! Watch out for Luz and Eda.” 

“Baddest Snowball fighters on the Boiling Isles!” Luz completed for her as she ran over to wrap her arms around Eda’s waist. 

“You know it.” Eda reached a hand down to ruffle the kid’s hair causing Luz to giggle. 

The two on the ground watched the display with their unreadable expressions before turning to each other with soft smiles that turned smug before addressing the others again. “Rematch!” They yelled in unison. 

One rematch quickly turned to three and then five and so on. Each team managing to one up the other but otherwise fairly equal in strength and energy. For Eda’s part she hasn’t remembered the last time she’s seen her sister laugh and enjoy herself so much. And for Luz, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Amity like this, it was...really nice. 

Eventually exhaustion did catch up to the four along with the realization that getting hit with so much snow can make you very cold. So they found a log and while the kids sat huddled together to warm up, the two adults proceeded to make a fire along with something warm to drink. 

Eda handed a mug to Luz, unable to finish saying “Watch out it’s hot.” Before Luz brought it to her lips. She held the mug away and stuck her tongue out instantly, fanning it with a hand. “Ow ow ow ow!” 

“Well what were you expecting!” Eda chastised while drawing a small spell circle to heal Luz’s poor tongue. ‘Poor’ because it belonged to an idiot...but Luz was her precious idiot. 

Lilith appeared next to Amity with her own mug, unsure of what to say as she handed it over she settled on “You did well today.” For she really did, at one point she had managed to throw Luz and Eda into the sky. 

Being rather reserved herself Amity had no idea how to responds besides with “Thank you, Miss Clawthorne.” 

Lilith looked to her sister and Luz, seeing the easy interaction between the two causing something unfamiliar to stir within her before she looked back at Amity. “Actually, call my Lilith.” 

Amity was honestly quite taken aback by the development but in no way was it unwelcome. She would also feel something whenever she watched Luz and Eda. Part of it she understood as her crush on Luz, she liked seeing her happy, but the other feeling she couldn’t put a finger on. “Okay, Lilith.” 

“Perhaps tomorrow we can do some actual training?” The eldest Clawthorne directed to her sister. 

“Yeah yeah, sure, whatever.” Eda commented back though she was more preoccupied with keeping Luz from spilling the hot substance all over herself. Poor girl was losing consciousness fast. That’s what happens when you’re a kid drinking something warm after so much playing in the snow. Seems it was affecting Amity too. It was honestly quite adorable. 

Eda set the mug down on the ground before picking Luz up and cradling her in her arms. “Imma go ahead and put Luz to bed.” The two had brought separate tents, that Eda had lying around from the human realm, for themselves and their students to share. They would have let the girls shared one but they weren’t that big to comfortably hold both sisters together, along with other points that made sharing one with each other a little much right now. 

“I’ll do the same with Amity.” Instead of picking her up Lilith directed her with a gentle hand. The witchling still conscious enough to at least walk. 

“Afterwards we can sit out here and just talk or something. If you want?” Edalyn suggested to which Lilith answered with a smile. 

“I’d like that.” Even though it’s been some time they still haven’t really had a one on one conversation since...that day.

The owl lady merely nodded, though she suggested it she was unsure what she’d really say to her sister so she simply focused on the task at hand which was getting Luz to bed. 

Eda laid Luz down on the sleeping mat inside the tent before grabbing the blanket and tucking her in with it. Making sure she was nice and snug so there wasn’t a chance of her getting cold through the night. Once she was finished she stayed kneeled and watched Luz with a warm but somber expression. Unready to leave because really what was she gonna say? 

But she knew she had to eventually go back out. It was her suggestion after all. Lilith was already sitting on the log. The look on her face made it obvious that she was also worried her sister had backed out but it eased up when she saw her. 

“I was worried you wouldn’t show.”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.” Eda sat down on the log but kept just enough space between them. Space that had never been there before. Not even when they didn’t see each other as much. 

“I would understand if you did.” Lilith looked anywhere besides at her younger sister. After the initial exchange came the silence that seemed to drag on. Really what can they say to each other? Finally Lilith decided on a topic that would most likely be her best shot at breaking the ice. “Never thought I’d see you acting like a mother though.” Her words were accompanied by a quiet and rather nervous laugh. 

“What’s that suppose to mean?” 

“Just that I recall you saying on more than one occasion that you’d never want a kid.” 

Eda crossed her arms in front of her with a huff “I mean I was a kid, what kid want’s a kid.” 

“As I recall you were 27 the last time you spoke about it, saying a kid would only slow you down.” Lilith spoke with more confidence, at least enough to tease Eda with. 

“Yeah, well.....ugh shut up! The last thing I needed was a kid while I was dealing with a curse.” 

“Kind of ironic that a kid did end up being what you needed.” Instead of coming up with a retort Eda simply smiled sadly as she looked down at the snow beneath her boots. It wasn’t exactly a lie. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much she meant to you. I thought you kept her around as a pet, she was a human after all. I didn’t realize till later that your bond with her went deeper than that. Probably deeper than the bond we use to have.” Lilith’s smile was just as sad as she looked at her sister out of the corner of her grey eye. 

Edalyn shook her head “No, our bond could never have been replaced. My bond with Luz is just as strong but different. I don’t know if I can ever forgive what you did to her but I appreciate that you apologized.” Eda finally looked at her and despite the fact that she didn’t forgive her Lilith still managed to feel better. After all it be wrong to hope for any forgiveness right now. 

“You, on the other hand, I know you always wanted a kid to share your knowledge with. You could probably develop something just as strong with Amity, Isles knows she needs a better parental figure than what she already has.” Eda sighs as she remembered everything Luz told her from the day they helped Willow with her memories. 

“Truth be told I already knew of that, I just never found the time to address it.” She knew it was an excuse “But now I guess I have all the time I need to fix that.” It would be nice. Lilith didn’t really have any relationships outside her sister and with how rocky that was right now. She could really use someone the way Eda had Luz. And here was a small girl who needed the same thing. 

“Look at us, who’d have thought we’d be where we are today?” the younger sister asked with a chuckle. 

“Certainly not I.” the older sister answered with one of her own. 

After that the silence returned but it wasn’t as bad as the first time. Until Eda ruined it by saying “By the way, me and Luz totally schooled you guys today!” 

“As if!”

Eda gave a little snort as she laughed. 

(That episode was so nice. I would love an episode like this in the future ^^.) 

[cosmictulips]

I've got no problem with you posting the reading, and as for any other oracles decks, I'm perfectly fine with just the botanical one. Once again, and I can not stress it enough, tysm for your time especially considering all the reading requests you get 😊❤

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Tipped Reading alert lol. 

gorl this thing is like 8 pages long.  so if you want a copy of your own I’ll be pasting a link here and it’ll be free for you to download for the next... idk 72 hours I guess xD 

You’ve read the disclaimer hopefully when tipping so like, I’ll just jump right into the reading. and here’s the link in case you want a pdf or something of it and hopefully it’s easier to read xD  lemme know if that link doesn’t work xD

In your reading the numbers 2,3,5 , 6 and 8  kept showing up in your reading the most.  So let’s talk about it.   Think of these numbers as energies.  These will be or are currently prominent in your life and in the ares you are asking for.  

So the number two represents cooperation, always aiming to bring peace and balance back to a relationship or situation.  It is partnerships -- the coming together or balancing of two or more people, concepts, or things. While it holds great power over any situation, it wields diplomacy and tact that the result is not control and authority, but harmony and teamwork. 

And then we have the number Three.  It is about positivity, communication. It goes hand and hand with the number two if you think about it lol. It is about creativity and balance.  This will help you get the ideas you need, and help you communicate them in any situation and to any person. We also have five and six. Which are the numbers of freedom,  being able to choose, and unconditional love.  These two numbers are unafraid of the world around them.  They seek connection with loved ones, and adventures.  They are ready for what lies ahead of them.  Much like two and three, they work extremely well together.  

Lastly we have eight. The number of achievements.  This is your sign that what you and your team and your loved ones put forth,  comes back to you in rewards.  Like I say in the reading, the universe hears you and sees your struggles and this is telling you that you are close to your achievements.  You must keep working for them.  You will build solid foundations with people and with what you want.  You will be able to connect, communicate and reach that goal.  You got this ;) but it’s not going to come without it’s strife and struggles.

Relationship Reading.

For your relationship, I asked what was coming forward to you both in the future and I pulled: Nine of Wands, Judgement, The World, The Moon,  four of swords, Two of cups, Eight of Cups, 6 of swords in reverse, seven of swords 

For the Oracles I drew  Night Light,  Sage, Castor Bean, Mandrake, Usnea and the Veiled Lady 

So let’s begin with the Tarot.   Nine of wands starts us off and this tells me that you two have probably been going through some stuff.  Whether through the relationship or just outside life things,  you both are pretty tired lol.  Which is fair given what has been happening in the world.  This is a message of positive growth though.  This is saying you two are so close to the finish line and to keep pushing.  There’s a lot of responsibilities that are being thrown at you but after this card comes the 10 of wands.  A lot of work sure,  but this story is about people who triumph over the pain and that heavy burden. 

We then have Judgement, the World, and the Moon.  A cycle is ending here.  Something is coming to its completion. And you two are awakening to that.  To a new idea of sorts,  to the idea that something doesn’t last forever.  I can also see this as an awakening to a better emotional connection here.  Between yourselves, the world around you and within your own body.   This does tell me and confirm to me that you both have you know, been pushing lol.  And it’s a lot of work but you two are growing.  As a couple,  as individuals and where you fit in the cosmic plane. The universe is hearing you and giving you divine guidance by connecting to each other and within yourselves. 

It seems like the rest of these cards is advice.  We have the four of swords,  6 of swords in reverse,  seven of swords, 2 and 8 of cups.  So the two of cups straight up is people offering their love.  It could be between the two of you,  it could be your support group, it could be your higher selves wanting to connect with you more.  Either way, there’s a new foundation for love that is coming in for you two.   The Eight of cups is about walking away from something.   Which I’ll come back to because before I get to that let’s talk about the six and seven of swords here.   Six of swords, generally means you are leaving something behind.  It’s kind of like the 8 of cups, but think of this as on the mental plane.  The eight of cups is the emotional one,  and the 6 of swords is the mental.  Our thought process, issues we can’t let go of, stuff like that.  And so,  when I see these two cards together,  this is telling me,  that someone is holding onto something that is no longer serving them.  There’s a baggage,  a feeling, a thought that you can’t let go of.  Like it seems like you have an emotional tie to it which is probably why the 8 of cups is hear.  

So here’s what I’m thinking.  There’s pain somewhere.  And you’re deceiving yourself -or the other person or you both-  into thinking it’s not causing you emotional pain.  You’ve detached yourself from it emotionally so now all you have left is this thought.  This memory,  this.. Distant emotional attachment that someone has to deal with.  And that’s probably why we have all these major arcana.  This is a process of you, them or you both,  going through this six of swords.  This wound you have detached yourselves,  and walking away from it once and for all.  Step out of the seven of swords.  This card tells me that yea, you kind of want to face it but as quickly as possible.  You want to sneak around the true meaning of it so you can finally go back to the two of cups and the Moon.  

The advice here though,  is the four of swords.  Judgement takes time.  Connecting to the Moon, takes time.  This seems like something that has really caused you guys some strife -9 of wands-  and it’s finally tiring you both out to the point where the four of swords is like,  hey really sit down and breathe lol.  I see that if you two can, or whoever it is,  can work through this,  you know it’s not going to suddenly go away but it’s really going to open doors for you two to come together and to connect back with yourself emotionally. 

So  now, let’s talk about your Oracles.

 I always like to start with the Mushrooms LOL I think mushrooms are so cool.  You got two for this one.  You got the Veiled Lady and the Night Light -which is probably my favorite because it fucking glows-.  The biggest meaning to mushrooms in general is change and capability.  Night Light is represented by the number 2.  Coincidentally -maybe ;) - number two is associated with the moon and emotions.   So this tells me, much like the tarot cards you, or the both of you, or them,  is going to go through a deeper emotional connection.  Because you also have the moon,  and we talked about the cups and the swords.  This mushroom is here to remind you of light within the darkness.  It’s okay to feel lost,  just know you are guided.  You will find your light again.   Then we have the Veiled Lady.  she is represented by the number 8.  This talks about balance and harmony, and even this mushroom itself talks about beauty and harmony. A lot of cultures view this mushroom as a sacred symbol and the fact that it looks like it’s wearing… well a veil of some sort.  This tells me a couple of things.  There is control here,  there is beauty in your relationship and in your future.  You two work well together.  And this could even be seen as you two unveiling yourselves to the universe and forming a deeper connection. 

I want to get the “Scary” plants out of the way so lets talk about the poisons that showed up.  Poisons here represent potential.  So it’s really not that scary lol.  Mandrake and castor bean.  It’s interesting that castor bean showed up because the oil itself when processed isn’t toxic but when it’s not, and it’s in its natural state, it is.   I feel like this really ties into what I was saying back in the tarot.  There’s something one of you, or both of you have detached yourself from.  There’s still a connection to it, that hasn’t been processed yet.  Someone wants it merely to be pushed away but it’s still tethered to the emotional realm by that 8 of cups.  This poison is also represented by the number two for it’s duality. 

Then we have mandrake which is represented by the number six as well in its suit.  The mandrake symbolism is of infamy, legends and myths.   Perhaps there’s something that lives in someone or the both of you, i don’t know ;),   that… has almost taken on this role of infamy.  Right,  it’s been so long that brining it up now might lead to some uh… whiplash so to speak.  I can’t really describe it other than a story so maybe you’ll understand what I’m meaning.  So when I was growing up I was always afraid to speak up.  And this lasted up until a few years ago.  Everytime I did I was always fought on it.  I was lead to believe that me talking about my feelings just made me seem like a dramatic asshole and that no one ever cared to listen to me.  See where I’m going with this?  It’s that myth that I was led to believe that made me never want to face what was bothering me.  But by facing my “mandrake”  so to speak,  I was able to start the healing process.  

So then we got Medicines and Herbs.  For Medicine we have Usnea which is represented by the number six in its suit.  For Herbs we have Sage which is represented by the number ten.  So lets start with herbs.  Herbs in this deck represent encouragement and support.  And you have the best one of all, SAGE!  Well, maybe not the best one I’m a bit biased lol -see my username xD-.  But sage is represented by 10 which is the universal number for completion and cycles.  Some say it’s the number that helps you connect to the universe.  And I mean, sage is what we use to cleanse -if you use… sage… I use… white candles anyway-  and this talks about wisdom and experience.  You both have grown and are growing through this experience.  It has its ups and downs but sage wants you to know that you will come through with this =) it’s going to be okay. 

Then we have medicines.  Medicines here represent protection and healing.  As… they should lol.  For your medicine card we have Usnea.  This is also represented by six in its suit lol.  And this is all about purity and breathing.  Much like the four of swords this card is telling you to relax.  To take a breather and really rest your bodies.  You are doing the best that you both can and with time, the answers will come to you.  You have put so much work in and you guys are so close to the finish line. 

Gaming Company Ask

For that I drew the: Three of Pentacles, King of Wands, the Sun, Eight of Swords,  Five of Cups, Page of cups and We also got the Wheel of Fortune. 

For Oracles I drew the: Seedling -the unknown-,   Lemongrass, Common sundew, Cobra Lily, Wild Sage, Echinacea

So now let’s talk about the gaming ask.  I think I read your question right xD you want to develop games and start a company of some sorts right? xD  so overall this is a positive reading.  I see this working out for you guys and really having the opportunity to grow the business.  It is not without it’s trials though.  So let’s get into it with the three of pentacles.    The three of pentacles is collaboration.  So whoever -I think you mentioned someone else too-  you work with on this endevoar I 10/10 recommend and so wouldn’t the universe.  It’s going to be this collaboration that’s really going to help you guys propel this thing forward.  I see you all being represented by the King of Wands.  So people who are leaders, innovators. I really see this with the person you guys want to work with.  This is a type of person who is really going to go at it with a 100 percent.  Like this person is dedicated. And that’s fantastic because we also have the sun.  the sun, and the king of wands??? Talk about a dynamic duo lol.  We got all the perks of being a good leader,  plus the confidence of a god lol.   They really are going to put their heart and soul into this.  They are proud of this lol. 

Then we have the problematic cards ;) five of cups and eight of swords.  These two cards talk about fears.  In a business sense,  these two cards talk about fears of leaving a job -because you know as you develop this business idea yall are going to need money-  and thinking that this is going to wind up getting you nowhere.  Like,  there’s almost a fear here that you aren’t going to be successful and that you can’t juggle all of lifes challenges and that you’re going to lose your job.  You know, typical job things lol.   I also really, strongly heard “not being heard”  so be careful of that.  Make sure all of you are being heard when talking and working things out.  Things aren’t going to go well if none of you are on the same page. 

Then we got the page of cups and wheel of fortune.  If you ever need a sign that something is going to be done well and successfully.  This is it lol. This is the “Hell yea!”  card when asking for a yes or no from the universe lol.  This is happy endings, fulfillment.  This is working hard and ending that cycle so you can finally enjoy the abundance you worked for.  This is going to work out beautifully for all of you.   Just keep in mind what I  mentioned with the last two cards ;) obviously life isn’t without its bumps but y’all have a real good chance at making this work.  So I say go for it. 

So let’s talk about your cards =D this will be more straightforward since you know about the general gist of what each suit represents.  Oh just kidding we have a new addition and that’s carnivorous plants.  These cards represent evolution and opportunity so don’t fear them too much ;)  so we’ll start with those.  You have the Cobra Lily and the Common Sundew.  These numbers are three and five. So there’s a theme with these two about dependence and struggle.  Which I mean,  is kind of fair when you’re trying to get something off the ground and rolling.  Both these plants require help of some sort to eat their prey. And it’s okay to need help and to receive it.   Just be warned that this journey obviously isn’t going to be easy ;) struggle is going to happen but much like these plants, you will thrive.

Then we have medicines again! We have Echinacea and Wild sage which is represented by the number 8.  We got two very different meanings going on here.  With Wild Sage it is connecting to “the dark goddess” aka artemis. But I work with Artemis and I swear I’ve never heard someone call her that lol. Anyway,  this herb is about power, repulsion and darkness.  I think this is kind of a warning to not get too -or someone is going to-  over headed here.  It’s going to be easy to want to take the regions but it’s teamwork that’s going to get you guys where you need to be.  ANd Echinacea is actually a plant that used to be used for cold and flu symptoms.  Here it’s represented as encouragement and engagement.  So don’t be afraid to step up and have your voice be heard.  -on all sides lol-  keeping yourselves in a constant chat about what yall want and need, is really going to help you.

And then we have an Herb and a Seedling.  Lemongrass is your herb and it’s represented by the number 9. Nine’s is all about wisdom and responsibility. And another theme is forgiveness ;) so be ready to forgive here.  And be responsible with you have to do.  Lemongrass is a symbol of protection.  So do not be afraid of speaking up.  You are protected and people will want to listen to you.   Then we have what I dub “the unknown”  the seedling.  Such as a seedling, you are stepping into the unknown.  There’s an infinite number of possibilities here and I’m just telling you at max maybe like two or three things that could happen.  Ultimately it is your journey and theirs.  Your success is up to you, and so isn’t your failure.

I firmly believe that you guys will succeed so long as you work together and tough through challenges.  Much like life, there is a lot of unknowns.  But that’s truly the fun of it, ain’t it? ;) I hope this reading helps you and if you any more questions please let me know =D