#ya gal is gonna go to UNIVERSITY

[bbrattywise]

SEEKING VALIDATION FROM THE 3D IS SOOOOO LAST SEASON

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! ladies & gents, boys, gals & non-binary pals, i present to you another post brought by urs truly, @bbrattywise : this post was ib: this reddit story

anywho, intros done, let's cut straight to the chase, i think the reason why most ppl struggle with validating themselves from the imagination is we're scared its "lying to ourselves" & its "being delusional" *red buzzer to both answers because those are FAR from right!!*

1) the imagination is REAL, realer than this reality in a sense that whatever u persist in the imagination will quite litreally materialise into ur 3D (because thats litreally how the law of assumption works. You assume in ur imagination/4D and it materialises into the 3D, ya get me??) So no matter what, ur dominant thoughts/assumptions (a.k.a ur dominant thoughts u persisted in ur imagination whether thats being tiktok famous or having ur dream yacht) have no choice but the manifest into the 3D.

2) u not feeling happiness/any sort of positive emotions when visualising/imagining living in end w/ ur desire ≠ it being fake. Because obviously, u having something = u being quite used to it so ofc u are not gonna feel all giddy everytime u think about it. Thats totally normal!! that is the same principle for experiencing "negative emotions". You experiencing any sort of emotion doesn't change the fact that you ALREADY HAVE ur desires in ur imagination, so chillax buttercup! you are not doing anything 'wrong'.

3)"but how do i imagine having my desires?" pls dont overcomplicate yall, i swear its as easy to do as it is to say. Basically pick what u want & acknowledge it being in ur imagination. For example, whenever i be stressing about the 3D i be like "oh yea, i already have it in the imagination which is my true reality" and go about my day. Its as easy as thinking, think as u already have it (because that is quite litreally the case). As Neville Goddard says "creation is finished" which i love falling back to whenever i am in doubt because once you've imagined ur desire, thats it. Thats all you gotta do.

4) find ways to make ur imagination ur fun place. When i started utilising the imagination, i was like "huh, wdym i can litreally imagine WHATEVER?!!" lemme tell u, the imagination is limitless!! It's like playing sims 4 without the restrictions put in place by the developers. You make DA MF RULESSSSSS!! Wanna visualise owning a pet dragon?? the sky's the limit!! its so fun picking things & living out ur imagination knowing that it materialises into the 3D regardless <3

the law of assumption (though a mundane, universal law) is such a beautiful thing to be aware of so utilise this information. Don't dwell in old circumstance because you're scared of change. Trust me, take this leap of faith and really have fun with the law of assumption. After all, its practically a life cheatcode, might aswell use it, right?

divider creds:

[darlingdaisyfarm]

feeling pretty low today, so i’m turning to these two old men for a little comfort

nsfw under the cut, fem!reader

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Stan likes to call you:

sweetheart, honeybun, doll face and on occasion baby girl. when he’s feeling extra bold? princess — always with that unmistakable smirk

calls you “my good luck charm" if you help him out in the Shack, especially when he’s trying to swindle a tourist and you flash a pretty smile.

✦ “c’mere, darlin’. can’t let a fine gal like you walk around without her prince.”

✦ “ah, y’know, you’re the only reason I don’t go completely nuts in this crazy town. sometimes, doll, I think yer my only sane thought all day.” said so casually as if it’s not gonna hit you right in the heart

✦ if you get hurt (even the tiniest scratch), he’s going into dad mode: “who do I gotta knock some sense into, huh?” even if you’ll tell him it was just a clumsy accident, he’ll grumble, “well, now I’m the one hurt. bein’ all worried like that. you’re killin’ me, kid.” 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Ford likes to call you:

“dearest” when he’s feeling soft, sweetheart, darling, honey, baby

he’ll whisper “love” against your temple when he thinks you’re drifting to sleep, his voice quiet and reverent like it’s sacred to him

starlight – Ford’s been out in those other dimensions, faced down monsters and madness, but he says he’s never found anything so bright, so grounding. “c’mere, starlight, I’m not finished admiring you.”

༄ “don’t laugh, but. . . I’d chase you across universes, even if it took me another thirty years. no dimension is worth exploring without you by my side.”

༄ if you’re reading one of his journals, Ford’ll slide up behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he murmurs, “curious, are we? so, what do you think of my work?”

༄ he’s not a show-off, not by any means, but catch him fixing up a machine? he’ll lift his gaze to you, smiling. “I could teach you, you know. but you’d have to be a very attentive student.”

༄ oh, if Ford wrote about you in his journal, you know it’d be scrawled between notes on trans-dimensional theories and arcane symbols, the ink smudged in places where he hesitated, where his pen hovered just so before he let himself write the truth

“Strange anomalies detected….. not in the temporal or metaphysical sense, but in a far more personal dimension. Subject exhibits an inexplicable gravitational pull, distinct from any gravitational force I've previously documented. When I observe her, I feel an uncharacteristic deviation in my thought patterns, an accelerated heartbeat not caused by heightened blood pressure or adrenaline, but by… attraction. Confounding. She’s somehow eclipsing the most rational parts of my mind.”

And, because Ford’s words can’t capture the whole of it, there’d be tiny sketches of you, like half-finished thoughts.

nsfw

what Stan says during sex:

“Damn, honey, you’re makin’ an old man feel young again. Don’t stop.”

“You’re makin’ me wanna be a better man, but not right now, baby, not right now.”  

“Mmm, there it is— yeahh, keep doin’ that. . . feels so good, darlin’, you got no idea.”

“Makin’ all these pretty noises, huh? Lemme hear ‘em, baby. Don’t hold back on me.”

“You’re somethin’ else, y’know that? I’m gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout that pussy all week.”  

“Fuckin’ hell, don’t know if I’m gonna last much longer with you doin’ that.”  

“Look at ya, so needy for me, beggin’ to be filled. You got me so riled up, I can barely think— ah, f-fuck. . .”

 Ford:

“Ohh— sweetheart, you feel even better than I imagined, i’ve waited for this.”  

“I need you so much it scares me.”  

“You’re brilliant, utterly captivating. . . yesyesyes, keep moving like that, please.”  

“Tell me exactly what you want, darlin, I need to hear you say it.”  

“I never thought I’d feel this way again; you’ve woken something in me.”  

“God, I can’t— can’t believe you’re letting me have you. I need you so much, it hurts.”

“Mmm, god, yes. . . yes, you’re mine, all mine. . . can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

“O-oh god, you feel so tight around me, sweetheart, I can’t-can’t hold back!”

“Please, oh, please— just, just like that, don’t stop, keep. . . keep going. . .”

“I can’t help myself; I need you. I want to feel you around me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Oh gosh, I need you to take me deeper. Please, baby.”

“Tell me how good it feels; I want to hear it.”

“You feel incredible. I could stay buried inside you forever.”

[shit-taster-connoisseur]

"1) Hello! Introduce yourself if you'd like. How did you discover Making Fiends?

I'm hazzz, or ya can call me by my tumblr user, which ever is fine. I discovered making fiends like, in a vivid memory from when I was a kid(i think??) and ultimately rediscovered it from a Danganronpa fangamae zmsb

2) Who is your favorite main character? (Charlotte, Vendetta, or Grudge.)

Idk it's gonna be sooo hard to guess

3) Who is your favorite minor character?

The gal herself, she deserved so much better

Also hear me out on Mardetta, in this essay-

4) How about your favorite episode?

This episode, if only because Charlotte goes batshit insane and her song went harddddd. Also, maybe if the web ep where Charlotte dressed as vendetta had a tv adaptation, then that'd be second possibly. If only they kept the line "Well in that case. I was going to play in traffic and drink bleach"

5) Favorite fiend?

I could forgive nick canceling making fiends, ONLY if they had let rubella's arc finish up please!@ on my knees need more content of her

6) I want to see your favorite character in funny clothes.

A summary on her entire character

7) Favorite palring? (If this makes you uncomfortable, how about a happy Vendetta?)

Gays

Also, a very close 2nd is Marion/Vendetta, and possibly Maggie/mort, i have visions of them

8) Have you got an original character? How about making one up, or you in the Making Fiends universe? What kind of fiend would they make (or be afraid of)?

Havent bothered drawing my oc, but from a friend's human fiend au, i got somewhat inspired to draw my fankid of venchar.

Dont have a design or even name of their kid, besides them being a product of fiend mix and Charlotte getting hers and vendetta's dna in the mixture. As a result, two 20-yr-olds are stuck with a child that cannot decide on what kind of form they want, and just being generally unstable.

Please ask me abt them, im shaking/j

9) Tag someone! Alternatively or additionally, make up your own question and answer.

This up in the air for anyone who wants to do this, and for a question uhhh, do you prefer the web episodes or the tv episodes??

[the-witchs-cafe]

Directory | BYF | Witch Essays

Hello, hello! And welcome to the Witch's Cafe! Have you gotten weary? The crushing loneliness of your own self-torment became way too much? Fret not- this establishment is here for all witches; those who have fallen from the greatest of heights, to those who have been left with nothing at all.

Here in this little coffee bar settling between the cosmos, our customers have traveled far and wide just to socialize and find solace within their shared agonies- some managing to cross through universes; so be on the lookout for those whose faces you might have the luck to recognize!

We also herald our existence with this flag- oh, don't you worry! This flag is free for anyone to use, even if all our operations were to cease!

With all that being said, I'm certain you would like to know the way through these halls;

#Witching Hours: The customer list! Go right ahead and greet yourself to these fine folks! Maybe you'll find more similarities between yourselves than you would intially assume. (Gen. tag for crossover witches made by other people)

#Registered Witches: What cafe would this be if we didn't have any regulars? Recognized their choices of beverages just like the back of my hands! If you wish for a story, they're your go-to's! (Witch essays written by either mod H.N Elly or mod Charlotte)

#Witch cards: Every now and then, familiar faces start popping up more than usual; not as much as our regulars, but it is fun to observe their activities, even if from a distance. (same as the above, but in the form of much smaller witch cards)

#Would Witch Out: Passerby's and their rumors...honestly, you couldn't blame a gal for eavesdropping every now and then, no? Not even while getting the latest scoop on who was the poor soul whose destiny caught up with them? (due to the shutdown of YFWWO and in order to give its mod a break, I've opened up operations here. Submissions are now CLOSED!)

#Would Survive PMMM: Of course, some folks do happen to be naturally lucky; finding a way and reason to keep going forwards even in the darkest of nights...it's admirable, maybe a little enviable, don't ya think? (The complete opposite of the above; if you know a character who would cakewalk through this universe's trials and tribulations, let us know with the full details regarding why!)

#There Is a Pipe Bomb in your Mailbox: Those lil' misfits out there and what tricks they got on their sleeves- ah, what fun would it be if I didn't allow any tomfoolery every now and then? (The joke submissions tag)

#There is no Secret Menu!: (The shitpost tag; hey, the great Italian poet, Dante Alighieri, had called his little self-insert fanfic in which he and Virgil went through all sects of the afterlife "The Divine Comedy" for a reason, right? We all need a reason to crack up since we're gonna be in our self-inflicted torment and punishments for some time.)

#You're now listening to . . .: Solace can be nice every once in a while, but a nice tune to distract yourself from the pain and get in the mood to continue working on your eternal goals is just as comforting! (general audio tag)

I do also have to warn ya'll that we also have to abide by the blacklist; yeah, we do try to cater to all that enter these doors, but an eldritch horror needs to have some standards, ya know?

Hetalia

Country Humans/Country Balls

Any of the media created by Okegom/DeepSeaPrisoner

Minecraft SMPs, especially Dream SMP

Building upon the above, we do not take requests for real world figures, unless if they were obvious jokes. This includes, and is not limited to, youtubers, musicians, pop idols, and individual game developers.

Percy Jackson

Harry Potter

Palworld

Genshin Impact (x)

UrbanSpook // The Painter

Good Omens, and other works by Neil Gaiman (x)

Omori (x)

[unrepentantcheeseaddict]

God-Touched Character Intro: Azrea Shore

Alright, here goes my second attempt at introducing Az to Writeblr. She's the protagonist of the God-Touched series, surrounded by an ensemble supporting cast of friends and enemies. Hopefully it's gonna be five books. I'm outlining Book 2 and writing the first draft of Book 1 at the moment.

Azrea is around 24 in the distant future year when the story begins. Her parents were soldiers who died in a war when she was young, leaving her to raise her baby sister Kimra, first in an orphanage and then on their own after Azrea aged out at 17.

She's mostly the POV character of the series and is internally freaking out a lot about what the hell is going on with her, and how in the universe is she going to keep her sister and her friends safe. She's very reluctant to ever show it though, due to a lifetime of having to be strong for others. A large part of her character arc is healing from some of her trauma and learning to lean on her friends more.

Azrea hasn’t had a lot of formal training or education but she’s wicked smart and loves inventing and fixing stuff, she has whole shelves of homemade drones and robots at home that she’s built out of spare parts.

She also collects old movies and TV shows as a hobby, the older the better, she’s got a whole digital library of them on her tablet. Many are pirated and hard to find in other places, and the collection even includes some popular stuff from our time.

Here's an updated Picrew of our gal:

Plus this infographic about characters she's similar to/inspired by:

And a quote of hers I'm meaning to insert into one of the later books.

And there ya go, that's Azrea!!! Questions are welcome if you wanna know more, but I might not get to them right away.

[lyxvija]

heard you wanna ramble about our bug bf huh? GO AHEAD!! make it angsty.... here's my suggestion HUEHEUEHUE im feeling evil.

s/o sees him getting touchy with the twins, its just his nature, but they're jealous, they try to get at him, fail miserably. and when they confront each other He's already in a pissy mood after a long day of work, maybe he yells at them, maybe tries to dismiss them, they're not communicating, throwing accusations at each other.

OR MAYBE! he's gone too long and been too busy at work and can't spend much time with his s/o and so they try to discuss it with him but he's too tired and grumpy to hear it.

OR EVEN THIS!!! The twins or someone get into his head, telling him that s/o only wnats him for his money

I CAN THINK OF SO MUCH SJDJDJEJRJRJR

or maybe even get a lil

freaky

iykwim 👀

ramble to us pookie wookie 🤭🫶🏻 /pos /gen /friendly

i think ill go with being the 🪐 anon just future reference 🫶🏻

Okay powerful magic spaceball floating in the universe Anon...

HEAR ME OUT. I already had a similar scenario like that in mind one month ago and PLANNED to write a one-shot about something like that! >: D If it's okay, I´d like to do that one now. <3You get:

Mammon x Gen! Neutral Reader TAGS: Cheating, kinda break-up, ANGST

Mam and Reader have a fight, Mammon makes a horrible mistake and now has to pay the price.

Edit: I went overboard...accidentally wrote half of a one-shot. XD

So this is part one.. hahahahah

Mammon and you were a thing now. Well, for quite some time. You were overjoyed when the King of Greed seemed to get interested in you. It wasn't easy, not gonna lie, but you two managed. Mammon wasn't the easiest to be around, but somehow, you still loved him regardless. Despite what your friends told you, it felt genuine. Like he really meant it and didn't see you as some kind of arm candy or pet to keep just for fun. Your heart told you that, so you simply ignored everyone's remarks.

Mammon was extremely jealous and possessive. There was hardly any moment when you interacted with somebody else, where he didn't feel the need to step in and show the other that you were his. At home (well his home since the mighty king would never spend any second in your shitty apartment so he just took you with him) he often made nasty remarks of how dude A surely had the hots for you or that gal B was just after you to get closer to him. It was absolutely ridiculous! Every time you told him that this was not true, that you only have eyes for him, even if somebody else WOULD have a crush on you. In some way you even felt flattered that a Deadly Sin would be so protective over an unimportant hellborn like you.

But GOSH, one day he even went wild because you talked to the Glam sister. For real?! Yes, Glitz had been frisky, but hell! They are flirty and cocky with everyone! No matter how much you tried to ensure him that you DID NOT have a thing for them and that they were in no way any danger to you and him, Mammon´s jealousy and anger never seemed to fade.

"Yeah? If ya really aint fallin for their jiggly boobs, why did you smile at them and oh bring them some fucking coffee?! And by the way, I SAW HOW YOU LOOKED AT GLAM´S FAT ASS!!"

You stared at him for a second. "Excuse me??"

"YEAH DUH! I KNOW WHAT I SAW AND DONT LIE TO ME, CAUSE I KNOW YOU ENJOYED IT!"

Again, you stared at him in disbelief. "Wtf? First, I smile at them because I am just being nice to them! Second, where the hell am I supposed to look when they ask me which of their butts are bigger? And third-"

"THEY FUCKING ASKED WHAT?!" Mammon screamed in his demonic voice, steam pouring out of his mouth with every breath. He pinned you against the wall. Eight eyes of glowing green bore down onto you.

You should have been afraid, but couldn't help to feel another thing:

You felt offended.

Baring your in comparison way smaller teeth, you hissed at him. "For hell´s sake! Get your shit together Mammon! Fuking belive me when I tell you that nothing happened!" Your sudden outburst seemed to have startled him. Never had you snapped at him like that.

"Why would you even believe I would do such a thing?! Don't you trust me??"

The big Jester fumbled with his words, but managed to grumble under his breath: "How the fuck am I supposed to know.. I mean-"

"How are you supposed to know? Are you serious?? Gosh! Because I tell you every god damn day! Maybe that´s how!"

Now he just stood there, clenching his fists and facing the floor. His expression sour. "I jus´ don't like sharing you with others... okay?"

Your posture softens and you put your hand on one of his lower arms.

"It´s okay. I know you have difficulties with that, Babe. I am sure we can work this out. Okay?" <3

He was quiet for a few seconds but then answered: "Yeah...but could you please talk less to them? You know... it is making me angry."

You inhaled and held your breath, trying to hold back your frustration. It was obvious it wouldn't be easy with him, but you honestly would expect a bit more from an immortal entity than acting like a damn man-child. A Mam-child. Oh dear...

"No, sorry can not do. I work with them. I have to at least talk to them. Besides, you have to learn to trust me. You can't force me to keep away from people only because you want me to. This is not how it works!"

Mammon huffed, gripped your shoulders and drew your face close to his. "Listen, you little brat, I am really trying here! So cut me some slack and get your cute little ass off and away from them." His voice was low and threatening. This was in no way a suggestion. This was a demand.

"No." you said firmly and looked him deep in the eyes.

"No?" he repeated. Sparks danced around his features. Mammon tried to intimidate you just like he did with all of his employees and servants. But you were no servant. While the tone and his looming presence made your heart race and your knees weak, you still refused to give it. While it was true that you were just a measly hellborn in comparison to a mighty entity like him, but last time you checked you were his lover. His little gold nugget.

"I said no! You cannot tell me what to do and who to stay away from...just like I could never tell you to stay off the Glam sisters. I saw how they try to get in the sheets with you! But do I make a fuss about it? No!"

Mammon started to laugh. "Ya think I can´t tell you what to do? Pleeeaaase. I am your boss AND your king! If I tell you to get me some coffee, you bring me some coffee, If I tell you to hold my golden staff while I take a shit, you better do so and if I tell you to not get anywhere near those slutty cunts, you better do!"

He painfully clenched your cheeks between his thumb and index finger. You stared at him wide-eyed, trying to pry his hand off you.

"Did I make myself clear or do I have to repeat?"

It was the first time you had ever felt afraid of him. With his smirk twisted into a sadistic grin and his green glowing eyes staring down at you, there was no trace of your sweet boyfriend. The intensity of his glare was too much for you to handle

With panic growing inside your chest, you yelled at him. "Let me go! NOW!"

"As you wish." Mammon released you at once, making you fall down to the floor.

You rubbed your behind and looked up at him. Tears started to well in your eyes. His words and the way he treated you, shocked you.

Mammon huffed offended and frowned. "Tsk! Come on! Now that didn't hurt."

"You... You can't treat me like this! You are my boyfriend, remember? You can´t treat me like some sort of...like.." you stuttered, holding back your tears. What hurt the most the disinterested look he gave you. How he dismissed your feelings. Somehow it scared you even more that he didn't even give a shit of the effect he had on you right now.

"Now listen here, cunt! I can do whatever I want and with whoever I want! What do you think? That you have some kind of power over me? is that what you´re thinking? Is that what gets you off?? Hah! is that why you spend your fucking breaks with these other vermin instead of coming to my office? Oh yeah! You must feel so fucking powerful making ol´ Mammon pissed-"

"THAT IS NOT TRUE! THAT IS NOT TRUE!" You shouted, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You were disturbed of the absolute paranoia, the things he told himself, the way he thought about you. It was like someone put a knife in your heart and stirred it.

"LIKE I GIVE A BLOODY SHIT OF WHAT YOU THINK!! YOU THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING NOW, DONTCHA?! THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME? THAT YOU CAN DO WITH ME WHATEVER YA WANT JUST BECAUSE WE SHARE A BED AND YOU SUCK MY DICK?? BUT GUESS WHAT! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT AND YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU GOT!!"

Your heart almost stopped hearing insult after insult. He was out of his mind. You couldn't even comprehend what he was saying. What is happening here?! How did things escalate so quickly??

"Okay... I am going home.. and you.. you.. calm down." You tried so hard to sound steady but failed miserably. Your sobbing kept on interrupting. "W-We talk.. tomorrow."

With that, you turned around and left. You didn't even try to hide your pathetic crying.

[wildwoof]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

feli note: gonna include as many of my muses as I can, so will include side blogs as well.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Well.... Koga is ReiKoga, Jun is HiyoJun & Chiaki is MidoChia. My OCs do not have OTPs as they are fandomless with no connections. I try not to let my OTPs show too much on my RP blogs as I don't wanna make them seem like they influence my shipping choices on my blog or that I'm gonna force them onto others, but... this is what they are.

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I am very open to a lot of stuff!! I do personally find it difficult to keep up the ex-lovers trope when it comes to ships as I am very much more a sucker for the cute & sweet. I am also open to polycules when it comes to my shipping! Though, all parties involved MUST be accepting of it. If you have an idea, just toss it my way. I'm very chill about a lot of stuff.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

It depends. This more-so is angled toward muses that are immortal or supernatural. If your character is just a normal guy or gal, then once you hit 10 years+ age gap, it starts to get uncomfortable. This pertains mainly to my OCs. If your immortal/supernatural muse has an appearance 10 years older than mine, I also tend to steer clear for romance. Just weirds me out the larger the age gap, even if there's consent. NOW for my enstars muses, Koga, Jun, & Chiaki - it is limited. I already have this set in my rules to not make things uncomfortable for a lot of people as they are 18/19, just graduates, in the enstars universe. Yes, they are those ages. They are not aged up. Just wanted to clarify this is solely for romantic/friendships. If it's parental/teacher sort of ship then age gaps are fine regardless.

are you selective when shipping?

A bit, yes! I am big into shipping tbh, BUT from a lot of prior situations, I am also extremely hesitant for ships. Platonic ships??? Absolutely no hesitation. I am not selective in the slightest bit. They can be friends like immediately after 1 interaction. I will give you my arm. For romantic ships??? Yes. I am very unlikely to ask because I get very hesitant. I love love writing cute, shippy stuff like kisses & cuddled but I get very hesitant with it. Tho, more than not, I quietly reach out to ship.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Once there's legit touching of private parts, or if undressing comes first before that moment. Dry humping & grinding is in more of the suggestive territory, unless again, if there's undressing. Once the clothes are off, it's definitely NSFW. Any touching of privates even if the clothes are still on, that's NSFW. Just making out & bodies just against each other, that's suggestive.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

You can!!! If you require the asking as a shipper, then yes. If you feel like we have a ship starting to go without the asking, we can make it clear through asking. Sometimes I DO just end up shipping even without the clarified "do you wanna ship?" "yeah!" because things just CLICK which I am cool with.

how often do you like to ship?

I..... do love shipping. I'd love to ship more often. Of course platonic stuff just flows so easily. But I am a sucker for the cute romantic stuff that I do not actually hold myself back a lot of the time. If you want to just kiss my muses, I will not say no. It's a little bit harder with my enstars boys in comparison to my OCs but... ya know... ship with my boys.

are you multiship?

I am indeed multiship!! But my romantic ships are limited!! I will have 1 main ship partner for each character, whom I will reference when there are no specifications. I will also generally have a secondary main position available. I DO feel a bit bad to limit myself when everyone writes their characters a bit differently, so I generally do not take on exclusives. If I do take on an exclusive, I do try to make it clear!!! I just prefer main over exclusive except for really close friends of mine. There are no mains in ships on my OCs tho, everything is equally fair game for them. It's just shipping canon with canon that I mentally do this for myself.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I'm in between. I love ships, BUT I do tend to ship more or less ultimately. Roleplay opens me up to more potential ships when interacting with someone gets my interests going. But I do... tend to... not talk about too many ships or show too many ships. I have a few set ships I'm interested in, but I put that all aside for rp to give everyone a chance to ship with my characters!!! I am ship obsessed with my OCs tho if I ever get back to writing them. Just love all of them. Give them all love. They're all plenty old enough.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Well..... I already discussed that at the beginning of this. My favorite ship is ReiKoga presently, when it comes to shippy stuff they have taken over my brain. HiyoJun is close behind. But I am also big on polyUNDEAD ( Rei/Kaoru/Adonis x Koga ) & polyEden ( NagiHiyoIbaJun ).

finally, how does one ship with you?

Uhhhhhhhhhh... send me memes. I'm not the best at chatting & keeping conversations going but uhhhhh... just send me stuff & like that's the easiest way. Or comment on my stuff I post & usually that can build my interest as well. While I am hesitant to propose a question due to past experiences, I am very willing if the offer presents itself.

[g3tj1nxed]

🧡 continued from here | @umbane

Jinx swivels in the captain’s chair as the holoscreen comes to life, doing nothing to hide the grin that spreads across her lips the second she hears Kayn’s voice. Hook, line, and sinker; she really should have done this earlier if it got this quick of a response. She’ll pat herself on the back later though, there’s a dreamboat on the line and she’s trying to milk her stunt to the last drop. She spreads her arms wide with a quick ‘Ta-dah!’ before leaning her head on one arm, crinkling her nose as he begins to chastise her.

“I’m not makin’ a fool outta anyone!” comes her gleeful retort, the cat-like smile barely faltering even as Kayn hurls the threat at her. Jinx isn’t known for her self-preservation, doesn’t have an ounce of that in her body because, really, where’s the fun in that? This is no different, and it’s evident with how she talks back to the literal Emperor of the Universe. 

“Maaaaybe someone should lock up their toys a little better, ya ever think about that?” She emphasizes her point by looking thoughtful, chin resting between her thumb and forefinger. All before she throws herself back against the chair with a giggle fit. She gestures with her hand, waving her wrist dramatically. “I’ll say it was pretty easy sneakin’ off with this, but I’m gonna just think they let me take it cause I’m just soooo cute.” Punctuates her statement with a wink, her tongue peeking past her lips playfully.

And while she wasn’t entirely fibbing, the alarm she caused in the docking bay was quite the show. And she’s known for her theatrics, something her own captain tends to turn his nose up at on occasion for just how… perfectly destructive they can be. But again, sneaking around and hot wiring a cruiser was light work, no pizzazz or nothin’! So she strutted in like she owned the place and caused a ruckus but that wasn’t something a few plasma blasts couldn’t fix before she took off with the damn thing. She blows a bit of her hair out of her face then, idly swinging the chair side to side with one leg on the tiled floor beneath it.

“You really know how to get a gal goin’, at least buy me dinner first before we get to threatening me with a good time,” she rolls her eyes, but is back to eyeing him smugly on the comms. “Anyways, let’s make this a game like ya said. What do you wanna do? Play tag? Hide and go seek? C’mon I know you got some good ideas in that head of yours.”

[giggles8899]

To Love and To Trust - Bitchless Squad

Masterlist

Bitchless Squad

Y/n

Graduated in 2 years with a Graphic Design degree and ended up getting a job in the marketing department at the same university. The only good thing is that you can see your cousins Aether and Lumine along with your two best friends, Xiao and Scara.

You met Xiao and Scara gaming online and ended up all going to the same university

Going to try and set up the others on dates and try to get hookups for them

because heaven forbid your love life to be terrible, doesn't mean that theirs are gonna be

Sings sometimes, though only for her friends (She sounds like Neoni, Riell, AViVA, those deeper sounding gals)

Lumine

Freshman, going for Social Work. 

Is the most outgoing of the group chat by far, except for maybe Aether, but they are tied (being twins ya know)

Has plenty of group chats with her other friends in them, but she only has this group chat pinned

Easily one of the most popular people on campus

May or may not have a crush on Scara someone

Aether

Freshman going for Computer Science

The second most outgoing of the group, though it's usually because Lumine and him do most of the talking in the group

Huge crush on Xiao and Y/n loves to tease him about it

Is good friends with Xiao, and has a not-so-secret crush on him

Is in the same dorm as Scara, in fact even on the same floor

Xiao 

Resident Emo 1

Junior going for Athletic Training

Met Y/n and Scara through gaming online when they were like 12

If he's out in the public, 9/10 either Y/n, Scara, or both of them are with him

He's the track star of the university, mostly in the short-distance sprinting

Obvious a crush on Aether

Is in a separate dorm from Scara and Aether

Scara

Resident Emo 2 who will actually cut you

Junior going for business management

Repeat, met you and Xiao through gaming, though he actually didn't think they were his friends until he was 16

The poor boy only has these 4 as his friends, he considers Childe an annoyance to him

Literally is a cat, and doesn't socialize unless someone drags him out

Crush on Lumine, but has kept a secret from you somehow.

Authors Notes

Hi yes this will be your group chat

I had way too much fun writing for these 4, especially Xiao and Scara

TBH I could see myself being really good friends with them.

(EVEN THOUGH I THINK THEY ARE HOT AS FUCKKKKKK)

Also, the story is mostly gonna be told through this group chat

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Part 3 - Shamrocks & Shenanigans (Set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as ‘Mature / sexual content’ just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it’s Kirby’s inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it’s either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia’s text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men’s dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Gluttony's P.O.V:

"Nope, just me, Mam and Da."

"Any boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancé?"

"That's very forward of you, Eddie."

"I just want to know if there's anyone, other than the girls and Damien, in your life."

"Nope, as far as I'm concerned, I'm by myself."

Eddie nods as he leans back, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he looks at Kirby.

"I have... had friends, back home, T.J, Mike and Yoshi. Haven't spoken to them since I left Wales, though, two years ago." She mutters.

"You have me," Eddie smiles softly before clearing his throat, "and Mox, if you need us, I'm always just a text or phone call away if you need me."

"You'll protect me?" She jokes, cocking an eyebrow as she looks at Eddie.

"Yeah. Sure on TV we're at war right now, but now I know what your 'Boss' is like, and he's an asshole by the way," Eddie grins, "I'm gonna keep you safe whether you like it or not."

"Don't be an ass, Eddie." She chuckles, struggling to keep a straight face as Eddie sticks his tongue out at her.

"you're stuck with me today, kid, so you better get used to this asshole." He winks.

"I'm stuck with you. As in Mox dropped you off so you'll be with me all day?"

"Exactly, so put up and shut up. Where's your car anyway? We can talk and drive, get you to relax around me, too."

Kirby looks over at Eddie whilst they walk to the car. He glances over at her, smiling as he takes a drag of his cigarette, finishing it before getting into the car. The moment she turns the car on her music comes on, quiet but still loud enough to hear, 'The Have Nots' by House of Pain.

"Oh man, you listen to House of Pain?"

"Yeah, why? Do you want me to turn it off?"

"Nah, how do I turn it up?" Eddie asks, messing with the buttons and dials inside of the car before Kirby can give him an answer.

After an hour of silence from Kirby, Eddie snaps slightly at the lack of conversation.

"I know you can talk, so why the fuck have you given me nothing but silence? Did I offend you somehow? What have I done?" Eddie asks, or rather, demands.

Kirby stays silent, pulling up at a new hotel, or more accurately motel, and parking.

"The fuck are we doin' here?"

"Eddie, if we stayed at the hotel we were at last night Damian would know. If we stay here, no one except us knows." She explains softly, her tone like a mother dealing with an unruly child.

"Oh... smart move," Eddie mumbles, "Well, when we get a room you gotta pretend that ya datin' me."

"Beth y uffern [What the hell]? I'm not... why the fuck would I do that?" Kirby stammers, her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised as far as they can go.

"Beth... what? Because ya have ta, or else people might get suspicious." Eddie shrugs, getting out of the car and opening Kirby's door before she even realises he's on her side of the car.

"But why?"

"But why," Eddie whines mockingly, "Let me put you in my shoes for a second, kid. Guy of my age rolls up at a shady, cheap-lookin', motel with a young, pretty lookin', gal like you, are ya gettin' the picture?"

"Oh," Kirby gasps, "I see... I am not, you know, a red light special, so to speak."

"A red light special? Like the TLC song?"

"Yeah," Kirby whispers as she walks beside Eddie, "I like 'em attentive and I like 'em in control, you know what I mean?" She chuckles softly.

Eddie shakes his head as he chuckles, getting his suitcase out of the trunk, before heading to the front desk, and getting the first available room.

The room's small, bathed in pink light from the sunlight streaming through the, still drawn, curtains. Kirby heads to the bathroom and stops in her tracks, in front of her is a small room, barely lit from the pink lightbulb above her head, she turns around and blocks Eddie's way into the bathroom.

"What's up with you? Need me to leave while ya piss or somethin'?" He grunts, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the bright pink of Kirby's cheeks, her scar almost managing to blend into her skin for once.

"Edward, we have a problem." She manages to squeak out.

"Problem? What sorta problem?"

Kirby moves, allowing Eddie to see the heart-shaped bathtub and the, intentional, pink lighting, he chuckles for a moment, then his brain kicks into gear and stops him mid-laugh.

"Oh fuck, there ain't a shower in there?" He asks, the grin dropping from his face.

She shakes her head, "I like some excitement and I like a man that goes." She teases as she walks over to Eddie, jokingly blowing him a kiss before taking her car keys off him, heading to grab her bags from the trunk.

"Now is not the time to quote that song!" He calls after her.

When Kirby returns, Eddie's outside on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and mumbling, what Kirby can only assume is, either rap lyrics or his thoughts to himself.

"You alright, Eddie?" She asks softly as she walks out onto the balcony next to him, "you don't have to put that out now I'm here, you know."

"You got that song stuck in my head, kid, you've got me mumblin' that shit to myself."

"I've got you mumbling Red Light Special to yourself? I guess there are worse songs to think about having sex to... not that you're thinking of having sex with me or anything. God no, why would you want to, I mean, look at me, I'm no man's first choice." Kirby rambles on quietly, her cheeks gradually getting redder as her brain screams at her to shut up.

"Hey kid, you're as pink as that bathtub," Eddie chuckles, patting her shoulder and pulling her into a side hug, "If I were thinkin' of fuckin' ya, I would at least get to know ya first."

"Don't mess with my head, Eddie." She grumbles.

"Or else you'll?" he teases.

"I'll steal your phone, call your mother and explain to her, that her son's making a young lady very uncomfortable."

"Don't you dare, my mother would destroy me with words alone, she'd take my head off with her teeth."

"Ooh, you've got a fiery mother too? Is she a red-head like mine or is she... What's the thing Billie says, Latina or Hispanic?"

"Puerto Rican, my father's Irish though."

"Fully Irish, or like half Irish half somethin' else?" She asks quietly, "My Da's half Irish, half Welsh."

"Fully Irish, I think, I'm not sure though, fairly sure he's part Hulk sometimes... and not smart Hulk, like first movie dumb Hulk."

"I get that. My Ma's half Scottish, so pissing her off is like pulling the pin on a human grenade."

"Ah, so that's where you get your fire in the ring from, you got both Irish and Scottish fire, so it's like a shotgun blast of 'Don't piss her off'."

"Sure... unless you're Damien, and have control over my career, and drag me away from my friends, just to see if working in America will work out."

"Oh really? You wanna talk about that?"

"Yeah, or at least the friends I, used to have, Mike, Ashkii, and Yoshi. Ash always had this joke that hanging out with me and Yoshi meant he was 'hanging with the video game girls'. Yoshi would always tell him he was an idiot for saying things like that." She smiles faintly.

"And what about Mike?"

"Me and Mike... we were as close as a guy and girl can be without dating. People would joke that he was Viscera's son, and I looked like Mideon's daughter, and we were gonna be the next Ministry of Darkness. I managed him for a while, tried to train him and get him to below three-hundred pounds, but nothing ever worked... in a way it was part of his charm, a guy that didn't care about impressing me with his physique, no rippling abs or striking bodybuilder poses as I walked by in the gym, just... playing Reggae music and singing along as he watched me put together that night's plan for after the show."

"Sounds like a great friend." Eddie mumbles, rubbing her back to reassure her, holding her closer when she starts to tear up.

"And then one day, Damien decided he wanted me to become 'Gluttony' and my uncles agreed, a seven-to-one vote stripped me, and my Da, of power over my career..." she takes a shaky breath in, wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands, "...I never wanted to be 'Gluttony', I thought it was horrible as a concept. Luring men who were considered 'out of shape' with the power of overindulgence in the consumable... I would never harm anyone's feelings intentionally and yet there I was, night after night, making jokes at my former best friend's expense, no wonder he kicked me out of our flat. I ended up moving back in with my parents, because I knew if I got a new place I couldn't pay the rent, I... I fucked up through no fault of my own." She whispers, her voice hoarse.

Eddie finishes his cigarette and leads Kirby inside, sitting her on the bed and holding her close, whispering small attempts at reassuring phrases to her.

"I'm sorry, you probably think I'm a wreck or something." She murmurs, only to be met with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"You're not a wreck, you're a kid, who grew up in the wrestling world and never learnt how... tough, the business could be because your dad protected you. How about, I go get us lunch in the car, you stay here and rest. I'll be back before you wake up from your nap, I promise."

"You promise you're not just leaving forever?"

Eddie takes her face in his hands, although rough, the feeling is quite gentle, "I promise on my mother's eyes" He whispers.

After Eddie leaves, Kirby undresses down to her underwear, an (unintentionally) sexy black lacy bra with a pair of TMNT boxer shorts, every one of her tattoos and scars on display for only her to see, and potentially any security cameras placed in the room.

True to his word, Eddie returns before Kirby wakes up, setting out the Chinese food and the small table, almost intentionally like a first date, the two seats parallel to each other, he curses under his breath when he hears her let out a gentle yawn.

"I promise you it's not what it looks like!" He blurts out, his cheeks turning pink momentarily.

"It looks like a conversation set up, two chairs opposite each other, food... perhaps a pint of Guinness? Maybe a can of beer?" She shrugs, getting up before her brain catches up to her body.

"Well, it's not everyday I see a sight like that," Eddie chuckles as Kirby reaches for her discarded t-shirt, bending down and unwittingly giving Eddie the 'perfect view' of her cleavage, "If you want me let me know it." He winks.

"Did you just-"

"Quote Red Light Special, yup."

"Oh thank fuck, I thought your dick had made you go on auto-pilot to flirt with me."

"You don't have a lot of experience with men, do ya?"

"Wrestling them, yes. Socialising with them, no." She admits sheepishly.

"Well, usually a guy will tell a girl they like them, either by actually sayin' somethin' or their body will tell the girl, I think you know how that stuff works though."

"Oh trust me, I have seen plenty of jean crotches being adjusted or covered by men."

"See, jeans can hide it. Just get baggy enough jeans and the problem sorts itself out. Sweatpants, however, they give everything away." Eddie explains, sitting on the edge of the bed.

[sdxstudio]

Chapter 3

Patrice heard someone talking from above. The voice was woman like. She then looked outside of ballpit and saw Fritz, but a woman version of him. She then blushed, this version of Fritz was just beautiful to her. Felicia then saw Patrice in the ballpit and walked up to her.

Felicia: hey, sugar cube. What are you doing here? You got lost or something? Patrice: no, I just. I um- Felicia: you okay? Are you sick? You kinda look sick, not gonna lie. Let's go to office, okay? Jessica will check on you. Patrice: yes, pretty woman. Felicia: what? Patrice: nothing!

They both went to the office. When they walked in, they both saw the female version of Jeremy called Jessica or in short, Jess. She started to love this world. But still felt weird that it's still her co-workers. She was confused if she can confess love or cringe. Jess looked at them and then at Patrice's pink from blushing face.

Felicia: Jess. Better to check than not. Is she sick or something? Jess: oh my. She looks sick. Let me check.

Jess then putted her hand on Patrice's forehead and looked worried. It was very warm.

Jess: you poor thing. You are sick. Felicia: what are we gonna do with her? Jess: well, better not keep her here. Who's gonna take her? Felicia: I already have ferrets. I can't. Jess: I can't too. I already live with Mishel. Maybe Scarla? Felicia: good idea. Better this than calling Viola. Last time she tryed to kiss me. Uhhh. Jess: yes, she tryed to do the same to me too.

Felicia called Scarla on their company phone. They waited for about 30min, and then they saw Scarla walking in. She was so tall. Like really tall. Patrice didn't expected her to be so tall. Next to her, she looked like a strawberry next to an apple.

Scarla: hey girls. Hope you weren't waiting for long. I had to finish paperwork. Jess: it's okay. Good that you are here. You really saved us. This one here is sick and we can't take her. Good that you agreed to look after her. Scarla: that's what friends do. Oh also, Felicia. You'll have dayshift with Viola tomorrow. Felicia: nooooo! Scarla: okay, little one. Let's go home. You need a good rest.

Scarla then picked her up and walked away. After a long ride home, they arrived at Scarla's house. She then putted Patrice on sofa and wrapped her into blanket. Patrice had to be strong, for Vincent. He would do the same for her if the roles were reversed. Scarla then gave her hot chocolate. Patrice started to drink it. Scarla sat next to her.

Scarla: so, what's your name? Patrice: name is Patrice. I am a creature of chaos. Scarla: sureee. You have the same name as our co-worker. Weird. You also kinda look like him. Also what were you doing in ballpit? Felicia told me about it. Patrice: well, I am from the other world, where you gals are man. Scarla: you must be really sick. Patrice: I can proove it! You have scar on your right eye, arm and on lip. Also bite mark on arm and neck. You don't wanna show it because you are afraid what people may say.

Scarla then took her phone mask off. She looked surprised at her.

Scarla: how did you knew? Patrice: told ya. In other world, you are Scott. Also if I'm correct, Viola is after you. Viola is Vincent in our world. And I'm 100% right, you met man version of me. Scarla: I need to re-think my life choices. 1st Viola, now universe-traveling co-worker. What else? Patrice: well, one more thing. You will fall in love with Viola in the future. Scarla: why me. Patrice: they are not that bad. You'll know them better, you'll love them more. Vincent is my bff. I know him very well. And if Viola is the same, you'll really love her. Trust me. Scarla: okay. I will. This once. Patrice: also I'm not sick. I just like like Jess and Felicia. Scarla: uhhh. You are like Viola. Patrice: I would play Scramble and Jenga with them. Scarla: well, at least your mind is pure. Good. Anyways, you can sleep on sofa. Tomorrow we will get you back to ballpit room. Patrice: yes, ma'am! Also, can you watch My Little Pony with me? Scarla: sure. Just for a bit.

Nine seasons later. Scarla cried while hugging Patrice.

Scarla: Twilight is a true princess! I can't, this is just so amazing! And you saw Starlight? Like really. I'm so Twilight. What about you?

She saw Patrice sleeping. Scarla smiled and patted her on head. Glad that she met her.

FNAF Between Universes

It's my new story about diffrent fnaf universes. So yeah.

[haphazardstudy]

I GOT OFFERS FROM MY FAVOURITE UNIVERSITY! 

they’ve given me a conditional offer for physics, and another conditional offer for theoretical physics (which is the one I really want to do), so unless something goes badly wrong in my exams in may/june I’ll be off to uni next september! words cannot describe how excited I am about this

[rayslittlekitten]

Pals Before Gals

“Crush” Masterlist

A/N: So, I wanted to write something that would eventually lead to a certain event that already happens in this universe. If you've read the other fics from this universe, you'll probably know what it is. I thought this was going to be more BFF Benny but the focus is actually not on him this time.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1,750

Pairing: Will "Ironhead Miller x GN!Reader (it was written with F!reader in mind, but this is written in a way that can be read by anyone)

Plot: Benny suddenly ditches you and Will and the two of you take the opportunity to get to know more about each other.

Contains: cursing, drinking, gambling

You and Benny are getting towards the end of a long and intense Mario Party game. Will is sipping on his beer and snacking on mixed nuts while watching you and Benny, killing time waiting for the pay-per-view to start. Benny has been waiting for this fight for months.

"Fuck you! Noooo!" Benny yells as you steal his hard-earned star.

"I don' t know what you're crying about! You have four stars. I finally have one," you point out.

"Yeah, but still!" Benny whines.

"Quit your bitching and roll!"

Benny grumbles and pouts while he presses the button on his controller to roll the dice.

"TWO? Seriously? What's the point in having allies if they're not helping me?" Benny huffs.

Just then, Benny's phone pings. He puts his controller down as the screen loads for the next mini game. Benny smirks and texts back whoever he got a message from.

"I hate this game," you groan. "Are you ready?"

"Nope! You're gonna have to take over for me." Benny tosses his controller onto Will's lap and gets up from the couch. "Ya boy got a last minute date."

"Why don’t you just invite her over?" Will asks.

“And have you guys cock block? I don’t think so.” Benny scurries towards the bathroom.

"What about the fight?" You shout.

"I'll watch the highlights on Youtube!" he shouts back before shutting the bathroom door and turning the shower on.

"Seriously? He's the reason why we're here," Will looks at you and you shrug.

"It's probably that girl he's been talking to for the last few months. He really likes her. Come on, let's finish this game," you nudge him.

"I don't even know how to play." Will picks up the tiny controller and looks at it, wondering how it works.

"You need to get out of your comfort zone, loosen up and have a little more fun every once in a while," you say. "Just follow the instructions on the screen. You can do that, right Captain?"

Will sighs, tucks his beer bottle between his knees and tries to follow the screen.

********

Right before Benny takes off, he quickly reminds you both to lock the door when you leave.

"What a dick," you mumble.

"So... you still wanna watch the fight?" Will asks.

"Not really. Do you?" You look over to him and ask.

"Me neither," he shakes his head.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he asks you what you want to do.

"Uhh..."

You've known Will as long as you've known Benny, but you were always closer to your best friend. While there is a comfortability with Will, you've never actually spent time alone with him so it's still a bit awkward.

"I mean, we don't have to do anything. We can just leave and go our separate ways. I can give you a ride home since yours ditched." Will absentmindedly taps the game controller on his thigh.

"OR..." you say, an idea blooming in your head. "We can hang out," you suggest. "We have all this food and beer here already. Why let it go to waste? What do you like to do for fun?"

Hearing yourself ask that question sounds strange because you thought you knew Will. You know Will, but you don't know Will. Now you feel a bit silly for not actually getting to know him beyond a surface level, considering how long you've known him and how much time you've spent with him. Sure, you know he's a nice guy, he's seen some shit while he was deployed, he likes to count things and is also a health nut, but you don't even know the guy's favorite color. Although blue suits him really well.

"Well, I like to... watch sports. Football, baseball, wrestling. I also like to be active. Paintballing is one of my favorites." Will leans back and take a sip of his beer. "I like to read. Oh! I also like a little poker. Me and my unit - you know, Pope, Fish, Redfly and of course Benny - we use to play a lot of poker on our down time. That was fun." He tips his beer bottle to you.

"Okay, so let's play some poker!"

You get up from the couch to look for some playing cards. You know Benny has at least a deck somewhere. There was a solid summer where Benny wanted to impress a girl he liked with card tricks. He actually did pretty damn well, but abandoned it after it didn't work out between them. Will clears the kitchen table and separates out some of the mixed nuts from the bowl to use as currency. After shuffling through his drawers and cabinets, you finally find a full deck of cards.

**********

With an expressionless face, Will glances at his cards, then at the cards at the center of the table, and then to you where you're patiently waiting for him to make a decision while you push your winnings around. So far, you've been winning most of the rounds and you're pretty sure you're going to win this one too.

"I raise you... five peanuts." Will pushes his bet into the pile of nuts in the middle.

"And I call." You add five of your own peanuts into the mix. You both then flip your cards over and you win with a three of a kind over his two pairs.

"Again? Damn, you can clean house." Will reaches for his beer and finds it empty when he goes to take a drink of it. "You want another?" he points to the bottle.

"Yeah, sure." You polish off the one you have and hand him the bottle. Between the two of you, you've gone through at least half a dozen beers.

"So who is this girl Benny is hiding from us? Have you met her?" Will gets up from his seat to grab two ice colds from the fridge and pops them open as you're shuffling and dealing the cards.

“I don't really know who she is. He probably doesn’t want to bring this new girl around because he doesn't want you to steal his thunder."

"How would I steal his thunder?" Will places the bottle besides you and sits back down.

"Because you're the better looking one."

Will is quite thrown off by your response.

"You really think I'm better looking? Come on," he chuckles and then takes a large swig of his drink.

"Objectively? You're both good looking men. Your whole family is fucking gorgeous." You take a moment to look at your cards.

"Benny's got that baby face and has that bit of a rebellious edge to him. I keep telling him he should grow his beard out, but he's not a fan of facial hair. You on the other hand, have that more..." You think about it for a moment. "...mature look."

"So I look old?" Will takes a look at his cards as well and bets.

"No, no. Not old. Not like sugar daddy old, but like, you seem like you have your shit together and you're not someone who's gonna fuck around." You call and then deal three cards in the middle of the table and then take a sip of your beer.

"Like you actually look like a decent, honest man." You both look up and your eyes meet. "You are a decent, honest man. An actual gentleman, if you will."

The corner of Will's lips turn up a bit and can see his cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink. You actually had a brief crush on him in high school after you got rejected by someone you liked and Will comforted you, but it quickly went away after he graduated and went off to the military. Your gazes linger for an extra beat until Will breaks it.

"So, Benny doesn't look like a decent, honest man?" Will smirks and places his bet.

"Between you and me, he has fuck boy vibes. I know he's not one, but based on looks and energy alone, one can mistaken him for one. Although his dating record isn't exactly whistle clean either." You call and deal another card.

Benny certainly had lived his fuck boy days when he was younger, but he's a little older and a little wiser now. Okay, maybe just older. Wiser, sure, but not necessarily in all the ways he should be. As cliched as it sounds, Benny has always been more of a lover than a fighter and a romance at heart.

"All in." Will pushes the rest of his stash into the center.

"Really?" You tilt your head and look at him. "You're ready to hand over all your nuts to me?"

Will spits up some of the beer in his mouth and starts laughing. You can't help but giggle.

Suddenly the front door unlocks and in comes Benny. Just Benny.

"You guys are still here? I thought you woulda left like hours ago." Benny kicks his boots off and leaves them by the door. "How was the fight?" he walks over to the couch and plops down.

"I don't know. We didn't watch it. We ate all your food and drank all the beer instead," you tell him. "How was your date?"

Benny leans his head back, staring at the ceiling and sighs.

"I think I'm in love."

You and Will silently shoot each other a knowing look. Benny has said that so many times about so many people, it has lost its value.

"Well, it's getting late. I'm gonna head out," Will gets up from his seat. "Um, you need a ride?" he asks you.

"Actually, I'm just gonna crash here for the night. I'm pretty exhausted," you cover your mouth and yawn.

"Alright," Will nods politely.

"You good to drive, bro? You know you can always crash here as well." Benny asks.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Will pulls his jacket on and you get up from your seat. The two of you close the distance and give each other a hug. "I had a good time tonight. Thanks."

"Yeah, me too," you tell him and then you pull away from each other.

"You have a good night." Will nods at you.

"You too. Get home safe," you give him a lazy smile.

Will nods at you again and then walks over to Benny to ruffle his hair.

"Good night, Benny. I'll text you when I get home." With that, Will leaves through the front door.

[yourknightingale]

Intents and Purposes

Hey, guys! I’m back… but just for now. Just to post a valentine fic. Enjoy!

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Barden University, Atlanta, Georgia

"What kind of flowers do you like?”

Beca looks up from her computer with a raised eyebrow. “Sorry, what?” The track that she’s been working on for the past hour is softly playing in the background and she’s sure she heard it right, but just in case, she lowers the volume some more.

“What kind of flowers do you like?”

She actually thinks about it for a hot second when she meets Chloe’s gaze. The redhead is looking at her expectantly, like this question is something everyone has considered at least once in their lives before.

Does she have a favourite? No. Does she even like flowers? Maybe. To look at? Sure. To give? Depends. To receive? Probably.

But there’s so many variety.

“Anything.” She settles with that, finally. “Any kind is fine.”

She looks back down at her computer screen and hears a, “That’s good to know.”

Neither of them talks for a minute and Chloe’s response hangs in the air. She doesn’t have anything else to add to her answer but she figures the redhead wants to hear more. “Like, I guess I like the one that makes me look more badass. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when I’m handed a bouquet, ya know? Am I gonna carry it around with me all day? I got places to be. And I would rather be hands-free.”

Her hands then starts tapping on her keyboard. Maybe she can use the first minute of Disclosure’s Flow on this mix, and maybe it will work well with the other song she was thinking of. What was it again? Oh, well, maybe Chloe has some ideas. Or Chloe can also tell her what flower she likes. She can ask, too, she thinks. It’s not weird. The other girl has asked her first. No big deal. Just her crush asking her about things she likes.

Well, Chloe is her friend first (amongst other things) so it’s totally normal to be asked about things she likes.

Besides, it’s Chloe.

It’s a Chloe thing to do to ask.

She’s learned it early on, since they met. The fair. The showers. After auditions. After initiations. Chloe has inquired of her from as common as “Which hall is your dorm at, Beca?” (which was helpful, since she and the rest of the Bella’s were able to wait up for her after her jail time) to as weird as “So when will I really know how high your belt go for real?”

Why is she so distracting… distracted?

“What about you?” Beca isn’t sure why that came out so unlike her, as if she sounds shy. She has tattoos and ear cuffs, black eyeliner that screams tough guy, and conversing with a girl gets her all shy? “I mean, like, what flowers do you like? Or whatever.”

Chloe smiles from across her and answers without a beat, “I’m so glad you asked! Everything.”

“Not surprising.” She is quick to reply.

“No, seriously. I like everything.” Chloe reaches over to give her arm a joking slap. Suddenly, Beca notices how small her bed is even though they’re both on each end, legs slightly tangling in the middle. The ginger leans back and continues, “I’m more of an intent kind of gal. I like everything especially if it’s given to me with purpose. That they thought of me when they saw the flowers and they just had to give it to me. You know?”

“Yeah, of course. With your very sunny disposition, you could seriously have a garden by now, dude.” She’s rewarded with a certified Beale smile-and-wink combo and a gentle blush creeps up from her neck. Fortunately for her, Chloe picks up her study notes (the actual reason why she’s there with Beca at her dorm in the first place) and busies herself with catching up with her lessons.

Beca sighs.

She can’t concentrate enough on making a new mashup. So she grabs her headphones buried underneath her pillows and plugs it in her computer. When it’s all fit and snug over her head and the pads are comfortably hugging her ears, she opens her repeat playlist and Nelly’s Just A Dream starts playing.

And she sneaks a glance up at Chloe.

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Brooklyn, NY

This is the first February 14 they’re spending together in their studio apartment.

And she’s just on her way home from work.

At 7pm! Her boss just had to make her stay an extra hour, add the commute of another hour, and she finds herself walking the last 3 blocks to her home.

She knows Chloe has no plans on going out tonight, not that it matters to her if she goes on a date with someone anyway, but she’s just realizing that’s it’s her first Valentine’s Day with Chloe ALONE. And they’re both single.

Her cheeks flush at the thought and she tries to blame it on New York weather. Honestly, why is it still winter? And why is her small body shivering even though she’s wearing thermal socks, a sweater, a cardigan, and a thick jacket? And where is that sweet smell coming from?

Not far from where she’s dragging her feet is the new pop-up shop tailored specifically for the holidays. Usually, Beca’s not really into this kind of stuff, it’s just a ploy to sell something for far more expensive than normal and she’s also not made of money. She’s barely making any and she’s already splitting rent with Chloe.

Chloe.

She remembers that Chloe likes flowers. If Beca is being honest, her crush for her (now) best friend didn’t really go away. Now is a perfect opportunity for her to at least show Chloe that she loves her. (She says it back whenever her best friend tells her “I love you.” But this is different.) At least, if that feeling is unrequited, she can just pass it off as a platonic gift, because of course, friends do Valentine’s Day, too. Just a friend giving her friend flowers.

She detours to go inside the pop-up shop. It’s exactly what Beca had imagined it to look like from the outside. It’s filled with all sorts of mushy romantic things ranging from stuffed animals to food and sweets. And of course, flowers. All of them are somehow arranged almost identically though and Beca isn’t convinced there’s anything here that screams Chloe. Until her eyes catch something interesting from the sweet section.

She immediately purchased it, not caring about how cheesy it is for her to be carrying a box home to her… well, to Chloe. She brushes off the weird thought that maybe it’s odd that she’s giving something to Chloe. An actual gift that she thinks Chloe will like and appreciate. The past 3 years in the Bella’s house had just been cards mostly. She did send Chloe a playlist that one time, but it wasn’t because it was Valentine’s Day. It just happened to be that day. Just a coincidence.

She fumbles with her key for a bit before she’s able to fully open the door to their apartment. What she did not anticipate is Chloe standing right in front of her, as if she’s been waiting there the entire time.

“You're home!” Beca is greeted with a big smile. But no hugs? She usually gets a hug as soon as she enters.

She tries to ignore it and plops down her bag on the floor. “Hey, you weirdo,” her foot kicks back the door to close it, “have you just been standing there?”, her eyes narrowing on Chloe’s hand that is unusually behind her back, “whatchu got there, huh?”

“I got you something.” Chloe slowly retreats her right hand from behind her to reveal a small bouquet. “Ta-da!”

Beca’s expression is a mix. Chloe got her something? Today? And they’re actual flowers. She’s never given Beca flowers before. “That’s..” she trails off. Friends give friends flowers, too, she reminds herself.

“I thought since it’s our first Valentine’s Day together in New York, I’d get you something.” Chloe says when Beca accepts, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be given flowers. “And since you like anything that screams badass, I thought why not dried flowers. And I wanted to give it to you here, at our home, so you don’t have to carry them anywhere else.”

Chloe’s eyes are following Beca’s hands, her fingers gently playing with the petals and leaves. “Chlo, this is..”

She doesn’t want Chloe to think that she doesn’t like them but her words are failing her right now. So instead, she cradles her flowers like a newborn baby and bends down to take something from inside her bag. “I actually got you something, too. Hang on, it’s a little… stuck. Okay… I got it.”

With her free hand, she offers Chloe the box. As soon as she sees her best friend’s face, she can’t help but smile as wide as she can.

Chloe’s eyes are wide and her mouth parts. She holds out both her hands when she takes the box from Beca. After slowly lifting the lid, her jaw drops. “Beca,” she gasps and squeals. “Chocolate flowers!”

“I passed by that pop-up shop we saw last week. Remember you were watching that lady make those chocolates from the window? And I thought the same thing as you, it’s our first February 14 together so I thought why not. Also, since you’re literally the sweetest person I know, and I remember you saying your favourite flower is ‘everything’, so here you go.”

Chloe quickly places them on the table (it’s a small apartment so it’s literally just an arm away, Chloe didn’t even have to take a step) and rushes to give Beca a hug.

She melts into it instantly and finally feels like she’s at home. Her one hand is still gripping the flowers, which she managed to save from being crushed by chloe, and her other snakes around Chloe’s waist.

She hears Chloe say, “Beca Mitchell, badass in the streets. Sappy in the sheets,” and laughs. She laughs, too.

“You’re lucky you're allowed to say that.”

The taller girl’s hands start to roam behind Beca’s back. And she shivers when she feels Chloe brush up and then, down slowly creating a pattern. “Thank you for the chocolate flowers. We didn’t even talk about getting each other something today. Did we think of each other at the same time?”

“I literally think about you all the time.” She thinks.

“What was that?” Crap.

Chloe pulls away a little, just enough so she can see Beca’s face. “Nothing,” she says.

In a moment of confidence and courage, she meets Chloe’s eyes and says, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Chloe.”

Another smile tugs at Chloe’s lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Beca.” And she quickly leans in to give Beca a kiss on her cheek.

At that exact same time, Beca tries to blow a strand of hair away from her own face so she moves. Chloe’s kiss landed right at the corner of her mouth and her eyes widened.

Her best friend doesn’t seem to notice or if she did, she doesn’t mind at all. She’s already by the table, popping one of the chocolate flowers in her mouth and offering Beca a piece.

“I’m good for now, thanks.”

“Can you come sleep on my bed tonight?” Chloe asks.

Beca rolls her eyes and chuckles, “What’s your excuse this time?”

“I want to cuddle with you.”

And honestly, Beca can’t think of any better way to end this day so she nods.

[dylan-westwick]

character: Katerina de la Rosa @katerinadelarosa​

location: The Burger Joint; University Heights

Dylan was really craving a good burger, so she opted to go a little out of her way to get one. Unfortunately she’d forgotten one of the waitresses there seemed not too keen on her after the one time she’d come here with Atlas and the woman had assumed things that simply weren’t true. But she figured if she wanted to stay maybe she could see if anyone would be willing to order for her. “Hey, I know this is gonna sound like a weird request, but ya see the gal over there with the strawberry blonde hair? Yeah, so doesn’t really like me and I just really was wantin’ to order and be on my way, do ya think ya could put the order in and I could give you the cash to pay for it if ya want? I just got a feelin’ she’d tell them to lick the bun or somethin’ if I did it.” 

[dms-saggicorn]

so what are the things that makes you go…. AWOOGA? 🤪

Oooooooooh my~ Anony~

Let's see by character standards:

cause for Awooganess I'd say are tall dark and handsome guy characters who're genuinely nice/gentlemen like. They make me weak~ if they're physically fit too Ohmigawd yes.

Pervy/Flirty dudes are a triiiiip. They make me laugh and can be so smoooooooth like "hold on, I didn't think I was gonna be charmed today??? But thank you~ Please keep going lol"

Yo goofy dudes? come get ya girl, I stay stressed out and gloomy too at times I need to let loose and chill out and they're just the fellas to do it :)

Soft dudes going dark or just soft boys with an edge O/////O !!!!! Yesyesyes please. It makes the "bad boys are pretty neat" part of my brain quite happy lol all the bad but still a sweetie? packing my bags, lesssss gooooo

The hopeless romantic/baby/childhood best friend. He trying his best, he loves you a bunch, knew you and wanna protect you ever since you were both little or the other way around ;u;🌟💍🌟💍Ugh! Let's get married now!!!!! >:O

Emo/Goth look *swoon for 1000 years* Gah you're so cool, mysterious, and confident bud!!!! Because you got the nerve to wear and werq that outfit so damn well!!! (sometimes make up too!!! 👀👀👀) The audacity! I would very much like to hangout with you pretty plz👉👈 (smooch ya too...hold hands definitely...Fu-)

An attractive voice can make a gal "squee" or "eep" quite easily~ It's practically crucial for ya girl really. Bonus points if it's in a smexy accent U///U Oh Oh Oh and if they can sing too??? ? GYAT damn

and lastly

Pretty pretty pretty goddess gals make my art brain flip!!! Like "Damn girl you're gorgeous!!! Can I draw you!?!?"

Guy examples:

Malleus Draconia

Idia Shroud

Hawks

Clark kent/Superman

L

Hercules

Johnny Bravo

Space Dandy

Mista

Okuyasu Nijimura

Koga

Emo Peter

Robin (degrees of lewdity)

Leon

Ren

Kiff

Fry

Striker

Moxie

Goddess gals:

Bayonetta

Sailor Pluto

Jessica Rabbit

Lola Bunny

Obsidian (Steven universe