#you made my day guys😭😭😭😭😭😭

[slaytheday12]

you being a famous actress and walker gets caught saving edits of you

Caught in 4K

Being a famous actress at 16 was equal parts thrilling and exhausting. You loved acting, loved the magic of bringing stories to life, but the constant attention that came with it? That was something you were still getting used to. The interviews, the photoshoots, the premieres it was all a whirlwind.

But what you hadn’t expected was for Walker Scobell yes, the star of the Percy Jackson series and everyone’s favorite funny guy to get caught in the chaos of your fame.

It started innocently enough. You’d met Walker briefly at a comic-con event a few months ago. You were there promoting your latest film, and he was there hyping up his role as Percy. You were both part of a panel featuring young Hollywood stars, and you hit it off almost immediately. Walker’s goofy humor paired with his genuine kindness made him easy to talk to, and by the end of the day, you’d exchanged numbers.

Since then, you’d kept in casual contact—mostly lighthearted texts and the occasional comment on each other’s Instagram posts. You liked him. Maybe more than you were willing to admit. But with both of your schedules, it was hard to imagine anything more than a friendship.

That was, until one fateful Saturday afternoon when Walker decided to go live on Instagram.

You weren’t watching at first. You were curled up on your couch, scrolling through TikTok and eating a bowl of cereal. But then your phone buzzed with notifications. And kept buzzing.

The texts from your friends were frantic:

Erick: OMG ARE YOU SEEING THIS? Lydia: HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS ICONIC. CHECK TWITTER.

Confused, you opened Twitter and immediately saw your name trending. Clicking the hashtag, you were greeted with a flood of screenshots and screen recordings. Apparently, during Walker’s livestream, he’d been scrolling through his tabs, trying to show his fans a funny meme. But instead of a meme, he’d accidentally revealed his camera roll.

And there, for all the world to see, were saved edits of you. The internet had exploded.

“WALKER SCOBELL SAVING Y/N EDITS??? I’M SCREAMING.” “Not him being just like us 🥹😭.” “We lost him.”

You couldn’t stop laughing as you scrolled through the memes and reactions. It was embarrassing for him, sure, but also kind of… sweet? He’d always been one of your biggest supporters, hyping you up in interviews and talking about how talented you were. But saving edits? That was next-level fan behavior.

Your phone buzzed again. A text from Walker.

Walker: So… uh… about my camera roll. You: Oh, you mean the part where the entire internet found out you’re my biggest fan? Yeah, I saw it. 😂 Walker: In my defense, those edits were really well-done. You: Sure, sure. It had nothing to do with me being in them, right? 😉 Walker: …Okay, fine. Maybe I think you’re cool. And talented. And pretty.

Your heart skipped a beat. You tried to play it cool, though.

You: Walker Scobell, are you flirting with me? Walker: Is it working? You: …Maybe.

The conversation continued, playful and teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something real beneath the banter.

Later that night, Walker posted a follow-up story on Instagram, addressing the incident.

“So, yeah, I got caught saving edits of Y/N. And, honestly? I regret nothing. She’s awesome, okay? If you were me, wouldn’t you save those edits too?”

The fans went wild. The comments were full of people shipping you two, demanding you date, and creating even more edits.

What the fans didn’t know was that Walker had texted you again after his post.

Walker: So… dinner sometime? You: Only if you promise to make your own edits of me next time. Walker: Deal.

What started as an embarrassing moment turned into something far more exciting. Maybe the internet had caught Walker in 4K, but for once, you were glad they did.

A/N: HI

Tags: @izzystylinson, @sophand4n4, @kaiwrites092

[miwiheroes]

Dropping Byler Evidence Every Day Until Season 5

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Day 16: My Favourite Parallel . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

This evidence has always been one of my favourites.

"You never say it." "I say it." vs. "I didn't say it." "You didn't have to."

When I first saw these two clips back to back, when I was a little byler in the big city of youtube analysis videos, I think I lost my mind. Having these two lines of dialogue being so perfectly contrasting proves that Milkvan simply can't be endgame to me, especially when Stranger Things' couples usually never say I love you to each other.

I feel like a lot of the canon couples in ST all have one thing in common: they've all never really said I love you to each other??? Plus, they've never actually used saying those words as a big conflict storyline before. Having this storyline in a sitcom or something where this couple ends up being endgame anyway makes sense, but in this setting where everything is so thought out, it makes no sense for this parallel to be made and have Milkvan be endgame guys.

This conflict between Mike and El wasn't just something for the two of them to do (or rather, Mike) in S4. This was to make them, in the audience's minds, a couple not worth rooting for anymore. Especially when there's a better, second option.

"You never say it." "I say it." vs. "I didn't say it." "You didn't have to."

IS BASICALLY:

"I need you to tell me you love me because I can't tell whether or not you love me." vs. "I don't need you to tell me you love me because I know you do in the way you treat me."

The second one is true for most of the couples on Stranger Things. You don't need Lumax to say it, let alone even kiss, to know that they have a deep love for each other in S4. You don't need Jancy to have this big dramatic I love you moment, you don't need Jopper to either. But you know who did have the same storyline as Mike and El? Stancy. And because it was a smaller sub-plot, it was wrapped up quickly in one season where it was established that Nancy did not love Steve because she never showed it, EVEN THOUGH SHE DID SAY IT.

TLDR; Actions say much more than words, and if you really think about it, Mike and El in S4 did not show their love for each other rather than Mike talking about it all the time.

Their love is also paralleled (or perpendiculared tbh) with the Jancy scene in S4 where they both describe the things they love about the other ^^^, talking about genuine characteristics. Mike's reasoning for 'loving' El is that she is.......... a superhero and incredible and can 'move mountains' (even though she can't). One of the reasons for El not thinking Mike loves her is literally the fact that he always calls her a 'superhero' so that when she has no powers, she feels like he can't love her. And I can't blame her tbh 😭

Also this basically foreshadows the fact that Will confesses his love to Mike through El, and in doing so, expresses his love for him without having to say the actual words. Mike knew that those words meant an I love you because he literally used them in his monologue.

(I dont wanna be annoying asl but I think people would pick up on this stuff more if Will was a girl-- *gunshots*)

[giggle-guru]

Okay guys…this is my longest and most intricate audio yet! I’ve got a little bit of everything going on and I really hope that the additional audio is more immersive and not too overwhelming! I absolutely adored this one and I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please please give me some feedback on it in regards to if you found this to be too much, too little, etc etc! I thrive off of your comments because they help me improve and cater them better to all of your needs! Now enjoy some Huskerdust with a lil wrecked Husker (and if any of you catch my reference in the audio you’ve got to let me know hehe…)

The cover art was made by @giggly-tickles whom I adore, so go send them some love! Below the cut with the script you can find the full version, or go check out their Tumblr! Thank you so much you’re a legend 😭

Script and artwork below the cut!

[Visual Note: Husker is at the bar, finishing up a long shift. He grumbles as he sweeps up his feathers from behind the bar once again, wings twitching in irritation. Angel Dust sits across from him at the bar.]

[Audio Note: Sweeping, various bar sound effects.]

Angel Dust: [eyebrow raised] Damn Husky. What’s goin’ on with ya feathers? Ya sheddin’ ‘em like crazy! I ain’t ever seen you sweep up so many before. You goin’ bald?

Husk: [eye roll] S’ none of yer business, Angie.

Angel Dust: [pouting] Aw, c’mon Whiskers! Ya can’t blame me for noticin’. I mean, it’s hard not to when there’s a whole bird’s nest behind the bar. Seriously, ya sick or somethin’?

Husk: [gruff] I said drop it. It’s nothin’ you need to worry about. And stop calling me Whiskers.

Angel Dust: [mock gasp] Oh, excuse me, Baby Cakes! Didn’t know we were touchy tonight. Now spill. Can’t always be on my ass ‘bout talking feelings and not tell me what’s goin’ on.

Husk: [sighs, rubbing his temples] I’m not touchy, Ang. Just… tired, alright? Look, I’m almost done closing up shop for to night. Why don’t you just go to our room and I’ll meet you there?

Angel Dust: [grumbling] Fine. But I’m gonna figure you out, one way or anotha. And don’t take too long, old man. I get lonely without ya.

[Visual Note: Angel walks away to their shared room, muttering to himself.]

[Audio Note: Footsteps, fading bar noise, quietly additional approaching footsteps]

Angel Dust: There’s gotta be somethin’ goin’ on. Sure, he’s grumpy as Hell, but he’s never like this. Maybe I gotta look somethin’ up or-

[Visual Note: Angel, lost in thought, stumbles into Lucifer.]

[Audio Note: Stumble. Footsteps pause.]

Angel Dust: Shit-! [glancing down] Didn’t see ya there Short King. My bad.

Lucifer: [scoff] It’s hard to see where you’re walking when you’re too busy talking to yourself. What’s going on?

Angel Dust: [waving him off] It’s nothin’, okay? Husky is just…actin' weird tonight. Like, extra weird. Feels like there’s somethin’ off with him, y’know?

Lucifer: [slight grin] Eh. Shocker. I get where he’s coming from.

Angel Dust: [confused] Shocker? Whaddya mean, shocker?

Lucifer: [brow raised] It’s molting season, Angel. It’s a natural process. Happens to demons with avian traits every so often. They shed old feathers to make room for new ones. I thought you two had something going on. Hasn’t he told you? Alastor uh…[clearing throat] helped me out last night.

Angel Dust: [eyes widen, realization dawning] Wait, what? Moltin' season? So that’s what’s been goin' on with him? [pauses] Why the hell didn’t he say anything? I coulda helped!

Lucifer: I mean preening is pretty…[clearing throat] I mean everyone’s wings are different.

Angel Dust: [squinting, smirking] Ohhhh, preenin’, huh? Is that what we’re callin’ it these days? What’d Alastor do, Luce, give ya a little feather massage?

Lucifer: [flustered, clearing throat] Ahem! I’m simply saying molting requires a certain… level of ca re. Especially for demons like Husk. It can be…uncomfortable.

Angel Dust: [laughing, leaning on the wall] Oh, I bet it can be. Don’t worry, Lucifer, your secret’s safe with me. Now I’m just wonderin’ how I’m supposed to handle my grumpy feather duster.

Lucifer: [irritated] I’d suggest you focus on your own partner instead of my affairs, Angel. Husk is stubborn, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.

Angel Dust: [snickering] Sure, sure. Thanks for the tip, Baby Cakes.

Lucifer: [grimacing] Don’t call me that.

[Visual Note: Angel walks back to his shared room with Husk with a newfound confidence and plan - convincing Husker to let him help. He scoops Fat Nuggets up and lays on the bed with him.]

[Audio Note: Footsteps, door opening, door closing, pig oinking, bed squeaking]

Angel Dust: Fat Nuggets, baby! [leaning down to pet him, babytalking] We’re gonna help out ya daddy…yes we are…gonna get rid of that grumpy lil face-

[Audio Note: Door opening]

[Visual Note: Husk steps into the room still looking disheveled his wings twitching slightly as he glances at Angel and Fat Nuggets on the bed.]

Husk: [gruff] What’re you doin’? You havin’ a one-on-one with the pig about me now?

Angel Dust: [grinning, still petting Fat Nuggets] Maybe. He’s a good listener, y’know? And he doesn’t hide things from me unlike somebody I know.

Husk: [sighs] I ain’t in the mood for jokes, Angie. I’m beat.

Angel Dust: [patting the bed] C’mere, Husky. Sit your feathered ass down.

Husk: [narrowing his eyes] What’re you up to?

Angel Dust: [innocently] Who, me? Nothin’! Just thought we could have some quality time. Y’know, talk about stuff. Like…molting.

[Visual Note: Husk crawls into bed beside Angel]

[Audio Note: Bed squeaking]

Husk: [groaning] Dammit, Angel, I shoulda known you’d get it outta someone. Was it Lucifer?

Angel Dust: [snickering] Maybe. Short King’s got loose lips. [softly] Why didn’t ya just tell me, Husky? You don’t gotta deal with this on your own, y’know.

Husk: [shrugs, avoiding eye contact] Didn’t wanna make a big deal outta it. It’s just molting. Happens every so often, no biggie.

Angel Dust: [crawling over to him, kneeling in front of the chair] No biggie? Babe, you’ve been grumpier than usual, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been hidin’ how bad it’s buggin’ ya. C’mon, let me help.

Husk: [hesitating, wings twitching slightly] I don’t need help, Angie. It’s messy and…kinda embarrassing, alright? I don’t want ya seein’ me like this.

Angel Dust: [softly, reaching out to brush a stray feather off Husk’s shoulder] Husky, you’re actin’ like I haven’t already seen you at your worst. Hell, I practically live for the mess. Besides, isn’t that what we do? Look out for each other? You’ve seen me way past rock bottom before.

Husk: [sighing] You’re not going to let this one go, are ya Legs?

Angel Dust: [smirking] Not a chance. Now, lay down and let me get a closer look at those wings of yours. Trust me, I got magic hands.

[Visual Note: Husk hesitates, then finally gives in, lying down on the bed with his wings slightly spread out. Angel Dust grabs a soft brush from the nightstand and starts inspecting Husk’s feathers.]

[Audio Note: Soft rustling of feathers, gentle brushing sounds]

Angel Dust: [teasing] Damn, Husky, these wings are somethin’ else. Big, strong, and goddamn they need my TLC.

Husk: [gruffly] Shut it, Ang. Just do whatever you’re gonna do and quit yappin’- [few giggles]

[Visual Note: Angel continues gently moving around and picking apart the feathers, though now Husk begins to squirm]

Angel Dust: [teasing, mischievous] Ohhh, Husky. What’s this? You’re really jumpy tonight. Don’t tell me you’ve got ticklish wings.

Husk: [gruff, trying to stay composed] No. Obviously not. Just… finish the damn job, Angie.

Angel Dust: [grinning] Uh-huh. Sure. [deliberately brushing the sensitive area of Husk’s wing again] What about here? Oh, wait— there?

Husk: [giggling despite himself] Angie, cut it out.

Angel Dust: [laughing, feigning innocence] Cut what out? Babe, I’m just tryin’ to help you! You’re makin’ it real hard to focus with all that twitchin’.

Husk: [trying not to laugh] You know damn well what you’re doin’!

Angel Dust: [grinning wider] Ohhh, this is too good. The big, bad Husky’s got himself some ticklish lil’ wings! C’mon, Whiskers, just admit it—your tough-guy act’s fallin’ apart over here.

Husk: [gasping through his laughter, squirming away] Angie, shut up! You’re pushin’ it now, I swear to—!

Angel Dust: [laughing triumphantly] Oh, I’ve got you now, Husky! And too bad. I’m not stopping till I get all ya loose feathers out of there.

Husk: Shit! Angel, this is why I didn’t want to tell you, you little- [laughter]

Angel Dust: [grinning] You didn’t want to tell me because ya didn’t want me findin’ out ya just a sensitive lil cutie, huh?

Husk: [half-laughing, trying to stay in control] I'm not cute, and you better quit that before I—

Angel Dust: [giggling] Before you what? I’m just helping preen ya, you ought to be thankin’ me. I dunno what I’d do without these extra arms though, ya squirming like a damn worm!

Husk: [laughing] Thank you?! Angel, I didn’t sign up for this! Okay- okay stop it! This is fucking torture!

Angel Dust: [smirking mischievously] Torture? Babe, this is premium wing care—Angel Dust-style. Now quit wiggling. I’m almost done. Then I gotta remind ya where else ya sensitive-

Husk: [laughing] You fucking wish! No way in Hell am I letting you touch me again- ever! No more touching for you!

Angel Dust: [mock gasp] How dare ya revoke my kitty-pettin’ privileges! That’s it!

[Visual Note: Angel finishes preening - for the most part - and flips Husk onto his back]

[Audio Note: blanket movement and wrestling]

Angel Dust: [grinning] Now you’re really in for it Husky. I didn’t know ‘bout ya wings bein’ sensitive but I do know about-

Husk: [panic] Wait wait wait-!

Angel Dust: [laugh] Your hips.

[Visual Note: Angel moves one hand to squeeze his hips]

Husk: [shrieking] Angie! Angie no! You’re gonna kill me with this shit! I can’t breathe! It tickles! Fuck, it’s not funny!

Angel Dust: [laughing, his voice playful] Oh, but it is funny. Look at you, all grumpy and tough, but when I hit these spots? You’re just a cute witty kitty.

Husk: [managing to grab Angel’s wrist, panting slightly through his laughter] I said I’m not cute! If you don’t quit it right now, I will—!

Angel Dust: [smirking, leaning in close] You’ll what, Baby Cakes? You’re too busy laughin’ to do anything. Face it, I’ve gotcha right where I wantcha. Ya clearly ain’t as grumpy as before so I think I did somethin’. And this tummy is lookin’ like it wants some attention too.

Husk: [hissing through his teeth] Angel, fuck, no, no… I’m gonna—

[Visual Note: Husk tries to push Angel’s hand away, but Angel grins wider and gently presses on his stomach again.]

Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh, what’s this? You’re really not gonna— [pauses as Husk lets out a soft, involuntary purr] Ohhh… wait a minute… did you just… purr?

Husk: [flustered, voice strained] I didn’t… I didn’t purr, you little shit. Knock it off! [still giggling]

Angel Dust: [grinning broadly] Uh-huh. Sure, sure. But you did just purr. So ya lyin’ now. Thats a cute mix. Gigglin’ n’ purrin’ for me. [lightly pressing down on his stomach]

[Audio Note: louder purr slipping in]

Husk: [squirming, purring louder] Stop it! I’m serious, Angel! This is—this is—[laughing] okay, okay, I get it, I get it! I give! Angel-!

Angel Dust: Yeah? Admit it then, Whiskers. You love the attention, you loved me preening ya, you love me-

Husk: [laughing harder, eyes almost closing from how much he's squirming] Okay, okay, fine! I admit it! But you’re the worst!

Angel Dust: [laughing] Now that’s more like it! You’re a good sport, Husky. I knew deep down you liked it when I gave ya some care.

Husk: [gruff but still breathless] Oh, you’re so gonna regret this, Legs. You’re not the only one who can dish it out. Especially after all that bullshit.

Angel Dust: [giggling nervously] Wait, wait—hold on! Husky, we can talk about this—!

[Visual Note: Husk starts tickling Angel back, both of them laughing hysterically.]

[Audio Note: Feathers rustling, bedsprings squeaking, and confused pig noises]

Angel Dust: [gasping between laughter] Stop, stop! Okay, okay, I give! Mercy!

Husk: [laughing victoriously] Oh, no. You started this. You’re gettin’ the full treatment now, Angie!

Angel Dust: [gasping, laughing harder] You— [trying to squirm away, but Husk follows his movements] You’re evil! I didn’t think—! Oh God, please—! Mercy!

Husk: [laughing triumphantly] That’s what you get, Legs! I told you, didn’t I? No mercy.

Angel Dust: [gasping between laughs] I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I swear!

Husk: [stopping] That’s what I thought.

[Visual Note: The laughter fades into softer chuckles as they both collapse onto the bed, catching their breath. Husk’s wings relax, and Angel leans against him, still giggling faintly.]

Husk: [after a moment, quietly] Thanks for the help with these damn feathers, Angie.

Angel Dust: [softly] Anytime, Husky. Just don’t forget – you don’t gotta handle stuff alone. I’m here for ya, sheddin’ feathers and all.

Husk: [softly] Just... don’t tell anyone about this, alright? I’m not about to become the soft-hearted sap of the hotel. And I definitely don’t need anyone other then you using this shit against me.

Angel Dust: [whispering] Cross my heart, Husky. This stays between us... and Fat Nuggets. [laughs softly] He’s our little secret keeper.

[Audio Note: Soft oink]

Husk: [chuckling] That he is, huh? You really do know how to make a guy feel... less miserable.

Angel Dust: [grinning] What can I say? It’s one of my many talents. Love ya, Kitten.

Husk: [hum] Love you too, sweetheart.

[okaysonny]

Hiii!!! Omll I js came across your page few days ago, love the way you write the Characters!! I was wondering if I could request a Vin Jin x reader, in general just fluff and goofing off like two mischievous idiots, and Mary having to deal with their bs a lot. Also could you include Reader and Mary bonding time like I feel like they would honestly be best of friends!! 😭

If you picked this up thank you so muchhh and don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated! 🫶

karaoke night ╏ vin jin + mary kim

𝄞 summary: your karaoke night with mary takes a chaotic turn.

𝄞 details: fluff, f! reader, won't make sense if you haven't read jacedaichi case files arc!

𝄞 wc: 780

𝄞 A/N: anon! thanks for being so nice 💘 hope you like it :)

the plan had been simple. you and mary, a chill karaoke night, a fun time.

until vin jin finds out, of course.

“are you kidding me? karaoke again? i’m a rapper. i’m basically built for this” he boasts. “you’re welcome for blessing you girls with my skills”

now, here he is, sitting on the couch in the private room with an air of importance.

mary sighs. “...this was supposed to be relaxing”

vin jin scoffs. “relaxing is listening to me rap. instead we’re stuck here listening to amateur hour”

you roll your eyes, flipping through the song list. “you talk a lot for someone who can’t rap on beat”

vin jin slams his hand on the table dramatically. “what did you just say? i’ll have you know my skills are—”

“trash” you say, cutting him off. “anyway mary, how do you feel about singing illusion? it's my favourite DG song!”

mary’s eyes light up. “mine too! let's do it!”

as the music starts playing, you and mary grab the mics, your voices completely off pitch, but enthusiastic nonetheless.

vin jin winces, sinking deeper into the couch — as if your singing physically hurts him.

“this is painful. how does DG even make money? they should put my songs on here instead. then you’ll see what real talent sounds like”

you smirk, lowering your mic. “your talent? you mean the ability to make everyone’s ears bleed?”

mary stifles a laugh as she tries to focus on singing.

vin jin grits his teeth. “you’re just jealous of my raw skill!”

“oh...i'll show you some raw skill alright” you shoot mary a devilish grin and select a new song.

mary’s eyes widen in horror as she sees the title. “no...you wouldn’t. stop! you know what’ll happen!”

vin jin looks confused, his eyes darting between you two. “what’s the big deal? what did she—”

the instrumental to duke’s song starts playing.

he freezes. “you…you bitch!”

to mary’s resigned disappointment — vin jin can’t stop himself.

“You look like you're an aboker, Y'all just clueless!” he barks the lyrics into the mic, standing up abruptly.

vin jin moves involuntarily to the beat, his body already betraying him.

you cackle hysterically. “oh my god, he’s doing it! he’s twerking again!”

“shut up! i can’t stop!” he shouts as his hips shake — quite aggressively.

mary watches in disbelief. “...stop twerking” she mutters.

for just a moment, mary finds herself thinking about the old days in cheonliang. the teasing, the laughter — it felt…familiar. she didn’t say it, but the sight fills her with something warm.

after some more singing (and vin jin refusing to acknowledge he’d ever twerked), the three of you wrap up the night.

vin jin had stalked off, grumbling about how he’d been “set up” and “betrayed by the system,” leaving you and mary walking home together.

“you two are exhausting” she says, though her tone is more amused than annoyed.

“pfft, admit it. watching vin twerk made your whole week” you bump elbows with her.

“watching vin twerk will haunt my whole week” she shoots back.

but mary shakes her head, her smile undeniable. “you guys are so ridiculous, but it’s kind of fun. makes me think of…”

— of her friends back in cheonliang. the teasing, the ridiculous antics, a place where mary felt like she belonged. watching you and vin jin tonight, it almost feels like those days again.

“...yeah?” you ask, noticing her distant look.

mary blinks, snapping back to the present. “nothing” she murmurs. “just thinking”

“about how you can’t wait to sing with me again?” you beam, pleased with yourself.

“...sure, we’ll go with that” she replies dryly.

as you continue down the street, the conversation shifts to lighter topics — what tunes you’d sing next time, why DG suddenly announced his retirement, and if vin would ever admit he likes duke’s songs.

when you reach her house, mary turns to you, her expression soft. “thanks for tonight. it was…nice”

you grin. “you’re welcome. karaoke wouldn’t be the same without you”

mary raises a brow. “you mean it wouldn’t be the same without vin embarrassing himself”

“okay, true. but you make it better! you keep us from being too chaotic” you nod in satisfaction.

mary rolls her eyes, but there's a flicker of genuine gratitude. “someone has to”

you smile warmly at her. “...goodnight, mary”

she gives you a wave, before disappearing inside.

you stand there for a moment in contemplation. you can’t shake the feeling that mary had more to say, but you leave her be.

you tuck the moment away, turning to head home, already thinking of what you could bring to karaoke next time.

divider: @thecutestgrotto

[cayleeuhithinknott]

introducing. . .sweetheart!matt X shy!reader

╰┈➤ SWEETHEART!MATT. . .

¡! ❛ the day after you stole my heart, everything i touched told me it would be better shared with you. ❜ fire and the thud, arctic monkeys.

¡! gentle. thoughtful. the kind of guy who remembers the little things about you. always makes sure you’re comfortable before himself. quietly confident but never cocky. big on words of affirmation. acts tough in front of others, but turns to mush when it’s just you two. the king of forehead kisses and soft smiles. protective but never overbearing. a sucker for your laugh and will do anything to hear it. loves physical touch, especially when you’re (rarely) the one initiating. occasionally stubborn but always willing to apologize first. the kind of boyfriend who carries your bag without you asking. loves lazy mornings spent tangled up with you. “if you’re happy, i’m happy.”

╰┈➤ SHY!READER (MAPLE). . .

¡! ❛ careful creature, made friends with time. left her lonely with a diamond mind. ❜ ocean eyes, billie eillish.

¡! soft-spoken. thoughtful. easily flustered. prefers cozy nights in over loud nights out. more likely to observe than speak, but when you do, your words carry weight. finds joy in the small things—fresh flowers, handwritten notes, a favorite book. sentimental to a fault. carries a quiet elegance and warmth that draws people in. loves physical touch but with very few people. introverted but deeply caring; you’d do anything for the people you love. struggles with confrontation but has an inner strength that surprises even you sometimes. loves soft sweaters, rainy days, and stealing a moment of peace in a busy world. “um…i was thinking…well—no, nevermind. it’s probably dumb…”

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NOTHING MATTERS BUT YOU, madison beer.

❛ i don’t know how i survived before i met you.

watching you through glassy eyes, sinkin’ into blue. ❜

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a/n: hey!! ive had this idea for a while now! but its not very complex so if someone has already done this please lmk so i can tell them i didnt just copy them😭 ANYWAY IM EXCITED FOR THIS SO SEND REQS AND ASKS ABOUT THEM!!!! LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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[headphones-ct-09978]

(I hope you don't mind the contribution I did. But this piece cured my year long writer's block. It may or may not be good 😭)

Sauna Detour (Hunter x OC)

Summary: After taking a wrong turn during a mission, Hunter and Headphones have to find another way back to the ship.

Warnings: Mild swearing, implied nudity.

(Clone Wars Era Bad Batch)

“What do you mean we took a wrong turn?!”

Hunter's irritated shout pierced my headset comms as we ran. Blaster shots whizzed over our heads and shoulders, narrowly missing us, striking street signs or passing speeders as a result. We quickly shoved our way through the crowd, trying to find cover to regroup and assess our situation.

“There!!!” I pointed to a dimly lit alley to our upcoming left. Hunter fired two shots over his shoulder, hitting our pursuers and finally halting the chase. Quickening the pace to the alley, we dove for cover behind a stack of empty wooden crates, which stank of rotten fruit. With our backs to the wall, we caught our breath and started to devise an alternate plan. “You see another way through the city?” Hunter panted out, exhausted from the mission that had lasted days already. By the way his brown eyes were scanning our surroundings, he was already devising a plan. I tapped the right earmuff on my headset, clicking on the two way comm I had. “Tech, are you and the rest of the guys back on the ship?”

There was a brief moment of static before Tech's voice came through. “Yes, we're currently on the ship. Where exactly are you and Hunter? You should've made it here before us!!”

“We got turned around at the market, the crowd was larger than anticipated.” Hunter said, peeking out at the street before quickly retreating back behind the crates again. “Are we still being followed?” I asked, trying to have a look for myself but couldn't get a good view. Hunter shook his head before leaning against the rough wall, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. “Not that I know of. I think Crosshair took care of the others. If Tech is back on the ship, then we met and completed the objective.”

“So what now?” I ask, just as I spotted a sign just down the alley.

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “We have to find another way back to the Marauder.”

I tapped his shoulder and pointed to the dinged up, flickering, neon blue sign to our right that read “Sauna”.

Hunter took one glimpse of the sign and then back at me, his eyebrow raised. “You can't be serious.”

“I wish I wasn't. But there has to be an entrance or exit that leads in the general direction we're headed.”

“And what if you're wrong?”

“Then you'll have to reprimand me later. But when exactly have I ever been wrong?”

Hunter's brows lowered as he held up his hand, showing four fingers. I huffed as I got to my feet. “The incident on Navarro doesn't count!” I retorted as I quickly headed towards the back entrance of the sauna. The Sergeant sighed and got up, adjusting his bandana and dusting off his civvies. “Yeah, but you still almost level that cantina on our heads on the way out.” He mumbled.

“I heard that!!” I hissed over my shoulder. Hunter just rolled his eyes and followed me into the establishment.

“This plan of yours better work. Are you listening??”

I nodded as I messed with my short black hair while looking at the mirror, trying to tame the locks that were sticking up. In the mirror's reflection, I could see Hunter's miffed expression as he stood, naked, in the locker room. “There's a few lockers unattended. Row five, third locker down looks like it has clothes that'll fit you.” I said, wrapping a black towel around my naked self. “I already found some clothes and handed them to one of the attendants that work here.” I turned around and poked his tattooed right pec. “Since we’re not exactly in a hurry, I suggest you take advantage of this situation.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Hunter snarled, glancing around to see if anyone heard him. “We can’t risk getting caught!”

I gesture to the others in the locker room, all who were either intoxicated or striking up conversations as they walked into one of the sauna rooms. “Who here would even look twice at us?”

Hunter tightened his grip on his towel as an alien woman brushed passed him, nearly taking his only cover with her as the fabric snagged on her bristled tail. His face reddened a tiny bit, clearly getting uncomfortable. “How is this going to help us get out of here?!” he hissed through his teeth, trying to be quieter. I pointed to two attendants standing by a steamy hallway, the lights on the ceiling kept flickering as if the power was about to die at any moment. “They are here to help “alleviate all stress”. Which is a fancy way of saying there is a process here.”

“A process?!” Hunter’s usually gravely voice hitched a notch, his brows furrowing in agitation. I sighed and tried to keep my eye roll under control. “Hunter, they literally show us the exit after we spend time here.”

“How did you manage to pay for this?!” he growled, grabbing my arm, staring me dead in the eyes. I smacked his offending hand a few times. “Tap! I’m tapping out! Le’ go!” I swatted his arm again and he let go. I brushed off my arm. “Jeezus, man. Did you forget I always bring spare credits? I gave the attendants what was left in my money bag. It was, thankfully, enough to pay for the shortest time.”

He sighed and gently took my arm again, rubbing it as if to soothe a burn. “Sorry for that. I’m used to Crosshair pulling stunts like this. Usually, he’s too broke to actually pay and we end up running for the exit.”

I blinked. “You’ve been to one of these before?”

Hunter scratched the back of his neck, grimacing at the memory. “It-uh-was a brothel. Crosshair thought it was a cantina.”

I could not stifle the guffaw that erupted from the very pits of my soul, my voice echoing off the walls, drawing a few curious looks. Hunter facepalmed as I laughed. “Please…” he pleaded quietly as he waited for my cackling to die down. Once I caught my breath, one of the attendants came up to us and ushered us into one of the rooms.

Hunter groaned, feeling both relaxed and horribly hot. “You failed to mention how long we’d be in here, Headphones.”

I fanned myself, weighing the options of ripping off the damn towel or leaving it on and suffering more. “I’m thinking these were meant for non-humans.” I reached for the drink I had been given, the sweet tea already lukewarm from the steam. I handed the wooden cup to Hunter, who took it and downed the rest of the contents in a matter of seconds, his head knocked back, adam’s apple bobbing as he chugged the drink. Of the both of us, he was sweating the most. His dark tan skin glistened as sweat droplets trickled down his neck, shoulders, and chest. I tried not to stare, but as he just sat there, panting in the heat, it was kind of hard not to. “I think we have only a few more minutes left. You feelin’ “relaxed”?”

“If melting in my own skin is relaxing, oh yeah, definitely.” He leaned down and set the cup on the floor. When he got up, he leaned back against the damp wall, locks of his brown hair sticking to his brow and bandana, which he fervently refused to take off. I groaned. “That’s it.” I roughly took off the towel, rolled it up into a ball, and chucked it at the wall in front of me.

“Oi! Mesh’la!” Hunter exclaimed with a half smile, half shocked look on his face, his eyes wide in surprise. “Wat?! I’m hot!!” I said, fanning myself with my hands. The tattooed clone sergeant blinked, either in awe of my boldness or recalculating my sanity. “Headphones, is that even allowed here???”

I nodded. “The option was extra, hence why I only had enough for the shortest time in here.”

“Did you know before hand?”

“Do you ever stop asking questions? Obviously I didn’t. It was only explained to me after I paid.”

Hunter snorted. “Convenient.” There was a pause before he heaved a weary sigh. “Kriff it.” With that, he took off his only coverage, and threw it to join mine in a heap. Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen. “Oh dang….” I squeaked, taking in the visage of a very very naked Hunter. He noticed and pounced on the opportunity to show off. “Thaaat’s it!” he sighed theatrically with a smirk, leaning back and man spreading to further display the apparent. He tucked his hands behind his head, smirking at me and flexing his pecs a tiny bit. Feeling a blush heat up my cheeks, I crossed my arms across my chest. “Show off.” I mumbled, making him chuckle.

A few more minutes passed before the door to the sauna room opened and the attendants offered us clean towels and ice water to rehydrate as we were led to finish up.

“What is taking them so long?!” Wrecker shouted at Tech, who was trying to reestablish the connection to the comms. “I don’t know, Wrecker, but raising your voice like that won’t make them return any faster,” Tech said as he tried again. Crosshair sat on his rack, messing with his rifle. “They’ll be fine. They’re always fine.” he said, trying to reassure himself more than anyone on the ship. Just before Wrecker could say anything else, the comms fizzled to life, and Headphone’s voice came through, sounding chipper and cheery. “Hey guys!! Sorry for the hold up!”

“Where have you both been?! Are you injured??” Tech immediately inquired.

“Yes, we’re fine, Tech. We just-uh-had to take a detour. We’re right outside the ship.” Hunter said, sounding exhausted. Tech looked out the window and saw Hunter and Hp wave. Tech noticed their change in clothes and their disheveled nature. ‘I’m almost afraid to ask.’ Tech thought to himself, adjusting his goggles before opening the door, letting them on. Once they both were on, Tech and Crosshair got the ship in the air and set their coordinates for Coruscant, Headphone’s place of residence besides Kamino. Once in hyperspace, Tech got up and tossed Hunter and Headphones their canteens of water. “Should I ask what you two got yourselves into?”

Hunter shook his head. “Nope.”

“Yeah. Nope.” Hp piped up.

Wrecker sniffed the air. “Why does it smell like chlorine in ‘ere??”

Hunter sighed. “It’s a long story.”

“Can we sleep first?” Headphones said, adjusting her headset over her ears.

Crosshair picked her up and set her on his lap. “Only after you help me fix the rifle you ruined with your brilliant get away.”

“Ah rats.” the woman huffed, defeated.

-End-

Sauna time with the sergeant 😏

Full NSFW versions on X here and here.

[icantdothistodaybruh]

thank you everyone who booped me today I love you and wish you a great day💋💋💋

if you saw @hpeaverrr boop you today that was me btw!!!!

[anna-scribbles]

inspired by recent events from my sister’s actual real life

[sleepysebris]

the two smartest people in the show get together, you cant not expect them to uncover every single secret

This is for @halfahelix!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!💖✨ (I was your anarchist gang gift exchange gifter !!) It was really fun trying to figure out how to squeeze sentitwins, feligami, and ladrien into one comic together lmao I KIND OF DID IT, I THINK? enjoy :3

[escapisttt]

rolling my eyes at this lmfao. let’s debunk this bar for bar, shall we?

no one ever said porter was a good guy, the entire implication is that murder is so normalized within the vampire community, which is why sam and vincent are dipping (example, when one of the vamps at the summit comments that murders at summits are nothing new or special). they both know porter takes part in that community and are aware of his actions and don’t strictly expect him to change his ways, but still offer him a way out because that’s how good of people they are. erik is displaying sam and vincent’s kindness, showing how different they are from the vampire community and how they truly are misfits among them. and porter is on their level; a pawn, not a king, so of course they feel more camaraderie with him. yeah porter fucking kills people, because he feels indebted to his king and feels he must do as he’s told in order to keep in good favor with him and be secure in a vampire clan. murder is obviously not good, but it’s important to recognize the power dynamic at play between porter and william and to see that william is his king. porter even basically admitted that he’s terrified of william and the power he holds over him in his and treasure’s fight. read between the lines.

porter’s character isn’t “slapdash?” i think his character was very eloquently and excitingly introduced. how the fuck else do you want a character introduction lmao?? he even had his own separate first video with treasure like. he is definitely his OWN CHARACTER, not just attached to vincent or created solely for vincent’s character development. also william is NOT being painted as “evil” LMFAO😭 again, read between the lines. in this case, vincent has even said he understands why william does what he does, he just doesn’t agree with it. there was no malice there, just a disagreement in values. and… it was very clearly established that vincent and sam have a prior relationship with porter?? just because he wasn’t mentioned before he was introduced doesn’t mean he never existed, that’s the whole point of introducing him. and when was it said that sam is “far removed from clan dynamics?” he’s just as much a part of the solaire clan as the others, he’s just an introverted hermit lmfao. vincent even said once that william made sam be the face of the company for work one day, he ain’t a nobody he was literally the DUKE😭 you just think this because most of his videos are with darlin, a member of a wolf pack, so of course we hear a bit more about the wolves because it’s literally from darlin’s pov. sam still talks about the clan though, open your eyes (or ears i guess LMAO)

remind me when porter ever put sam, the pack, or darlin in danger?? the entire assassination at the summit was under porter’s control, and darlin/the pack/sam were never involved lmfao. when sweetheart went sleuthing, he literally told asher that he used magic to push them out of the room to make sure nothing happened to them. and he broke up the impending fight between darlin and alexis. and he stuck up for the shaw pack when the whole deliberation was going on to figure out who dunnit to make sure no one pinned the blame on odd group out. and sam doesn’t give a fuck if porter complimented darlin’s looks one time, he’s shown that he’s very secure and quietly confident in his relationship, which is very in character mind you. sam’s kindness toward porter is not unwarranted, it’s very in character because he sees how afraid and trapped porter feels and wants to help. sam’s entire reason for being a healer was the desire to help, so i think its very in line with his character and values.

william’s role as the “father figure” for his clan members is very… “duh?” like he’s the oldest, wisest, literal leader of them all, of course people look up to him like that. and especially porter, someone who it has been implied has had a particular rough past with his own maker (when erik talked about hid maker named felix in that one fun fact reductive audio). we don’t know porter’s own precise reasoning for why he feels such complex feelings toward william and his situation, but it’s implied that we will later on. i mean that’s what his whole fight with lovely was literally building up to lmfao, he’s gonna spill eventually. and no one has “demonized” william; the fandom has, not the canon characters, keep them separate. shit, if he was demonized, david wouldn’t consider whether to cut ties with him or not, he would’ve done it IMMEDIATELY. sam and vincent aren’t being “whiny,” they’re actually being very civil and leaving the clan quietly because of a disagreement in core values. that shows very strong resolve and character, the exact opposite of being whiny. you (meaning the fandom broadly) just get all of these ideas because you listen to the audio once and have too much time to stew on it and misconstrue it.

erik has not given william a “villain arc,” jesus christ. he’s never been established or referred to as a “villain.” he is just a man who does shady things to make good things happen, shady things (like murder lmao) that sam and vincent don’t agree with. william is the representation of the wider vampiric community, and sam and vincent cutting ties with him symbolizes how they really aren’t vampires to their core, they’re them. sam was a healer, vincent was a regular unempowered human; neither of them asked to become vampires, neither of them were interested in it when they ultimately did. william had no “descent,” his order of operations were simply revealed, giving way to a much deeper and richer character in my opinion. there is no black and white, william is grey. everyone is grey. use your thinking caps people😋

This is so long but I completely agree with that other anon- Erik is trying way too hard to absolve Porter of his role in the murder, and it’s honestly ridiculous. I used to like this storyline bruh. But now single character is stacked against William, even though Porter was the one who actually carried out the assassination with zero personal incentive. He wasn’t manipulated (being nice and asking someone do to something isn't manipulation Jesus Christ), threatened, or forced. He just did it for a simple “good job” or a bit of approval. So why are Vincent, and especially Sam (seriously, Sam is so disconnected from the clan), so quick to side with Porter but not William? Both of them are equally responsible! Open your eyes!!

And let’s not forget how slapdash Porter’s character is. I honestly like him, but he's such a hasty, last-minute addition to the story, shoved in there just to give Vincent some kind of narrative purpose and to set William up as the antagonist. But there was no prior build-up or incentive for William to go down this path. It feels totally out of character and unearned. Morally grey, sure, but this is crazy. Then top of that, Vincent- and especially Sam- don’t even have any established connection with Porter!?? Sam, in particular, is so far removed from the clan dynamics, but then he's suddenly willing to extend a hand to Porter out of nowhere? It feels so forced. And the fact that Porter isn’t even on the official timeline just makes him feel even more tacked-on.

Then there’s the question of why Sam, of all people, would ever offer goodwill to Porter. Like girl let's be real here: this is a guy who put Sam’s pack in danger, put his mate in danger, hit on Sam’s mate right in front of him the first time they ever met, and even choked out Sam’s best friend- for absolutely no reason other than just being a general jerk. Please Samuel, wake up? Why would he ever extend a hand to someone like that? The idea that he would suddenly forgive or trust Porter just because he’s supposed to represent some vague concept of “general goodness” is lazy, dull, and honestly insulting to Sam’s character. Keep him consistent or don't use him at all.

And then there’s the ridiculous idea that William somehow “owes” Porter a father figure role. Why should William even entertain that? Porter isn’t his responsibility, he's a grown-ass man, and the narrative trying to guilt-trip William into taking on that role makes no sense. I don't even fuck with William that heavy, but the guy’s been demonized by literally everyone around him, yet he’s expected to stick around and shoulder blame for everyone else’s issues? A bunch of whiney bitches. Honestly, if I were him, I would just take all his money, pack it up, and retire somewhere warm and tropical where people actually give a fuck about me. I'm living it large in a penthouse and I'm snatching my credit card back from that smarmy little ingrate. Get a job Vincent, you loser.

The thing is, I wouldn’t even mind this kind of villain arc for William if there were any real build-up to it, but there isn’t. It’s all just being made up as it goes along, and it’s painfully obvious. It’s reminding me so much of Daenerys’s descent in season 8 of GOT- where the writers clearly wanted a specific endpoint, but didn’t do the groundwork to make it feel earned. They skipped all the character development needed to get there and just expected the audience to go along with it. That’s exactly what’s happening with William here. His “descent” is less of a gradual, compelling arc and more of a poorly-planned shortcut to make him the villain for the sake of the story. And without that proper foundation, it just feels hollow and frustrating.

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[lotus-pear]

bsd rewatch w my friend means obligatory art of my fav found family ever

[pixlatedvampire]

I havent finished anything in a bit so please enjoy my favorite Grima doodles lmao 💗🥰

[stinkystinker1000]

Woahhh I did NOT expect my stupid little drawings to gain THAT much traction

Needless to say, I am extremely grateful for your support! And the tapes!

I promise I've got some shellyvision in the oven, it's just taking a bit of a while to bake..

For now though, have an assortment of some art I've made during my freetime as a thanks!

*explodes into confetti*

[kelin-is-writing]

kelin may i hear more about rockstar touya \(★ω★)/

I was planning to post other headcanons before going for these, BUT I’ve got some for Rockstar!Touya that are pestering my mind these days and your asks come in the right moment, so bear with me please 🤧

࣪𖤐… ROCKSTAR!TOUYA

The first time Touya knew that he wanted to become a rockstar was in middle school, right at the age of thirteen, his influent CEO of a father was trying to mold him into a carbon copy of himself to rival Yagi Toshinori’s Enterprise. While taking a break from studies, he saw his sister watch on TV a rock concert of “Loudness” and to say Akira Takasaki is his role model is the least. That’s a true legend to him.

After “Loudness” and Akira Takasaki, he discovered “Metallica” and Kirk Hammett which made him go like “HOW??? HAVE??? I??? MISSED??? ALL??? THIS???”, scolding himself for taking so long to fall in love with the electric guitar and its sound. The next week he’s blasting full volume “The Final Countdown” by Europe inside the Todoroki Mansion like the good old stamp rock fanatic he is, getting himself scolded and grounded by Enji who is a fan of traditional Japanese music so yeah…

At one of the Todoroki family gatherings during the weekend, he was scrolling down his phone looking first of all where to take guitar lessons and second for a guitar to buy, but he knew his father would never agree to get him one. That’s when his grandfather, peeking at his grandson’s phone, butted in and asked Touya if he’s interested in music. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to answer that question, since he’s the father of his father, but he did and hell has it been the best thing he did!

On his fourteenth birthday, Enji’s father bought Touya his very first electric guitar, a good old Fender Stratocaster CUSTOM MADE for him. It’s snow white like his hair and has a his name engraved on the bottom left side of the guitar, while on the other side there were engraved tiger’s fangs, all in turquoise… The color of his eyes. And this has been by far Touya’s best birthday ever.

After finishing Middle School he choose to attend an Art School, taking the music classes as main classes of course; he may or not have done it to piss off and raise Enji’s blood pressure from how mad he got for choosing something different from Finances and Management. Oh his father was livid and Touya was so proud of himself for that.

He has formed a rock band, of which he’s the guitarist and vocalist, with Tenko Shimura (Bassist&Vocalist) and Shuichi Iguchi (Drummer) called “The Villains”… Are we even surprised about this name? Really? Because I am not. Tenko suggested, Iguchi supported strongly and Touya just went with it because complaining and thinking about another name was “Too much effort”. He likes it a lot but will never admit it.

At the age of nineteen, Touya owns a Fender Stratocaster (Custom Made), an Elite Stratocaster, an ST-83-80 Japan (1983) black, Lone Star Strat, IC350 black, IC50 black, ICHI00 white, Gibson SG Standard mahogany and a Jackson Pro Series DK Modern HT6 MS. He also owns four acoustic guitars for songwriting, like a Martin GPC-X1E, Martin 000-28 Modern Deluxe, Taylor GS Mini-e Rosewood SN LTD and a Taylor AD22e. Did he pay all them with Enji’s credit card? Hell yeah. Did he do it out of spite? Absolutely. Did he care about his father’s blood pressure rising even more? Not even remotely.

His favorite groups are Loudness, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Europe, Scorpions, Slipknot, Three Days Grace, Green Day, Skillet, Linkin Park, The Rasmus, L’Arc-En-Ciel, UVERworld, Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses and Evanescence to list some, because there are many more he adores honestly. He isn’t a picky ear as long as the song gives him chills and inspires him, being someone who’s driven by emotions that’s what makes him likes something he hears.

Atsuhiro is their homeroom teacher, at the Art University they attend, who introduces them to Giran, a friend of his, who has an agency for new talents and after they sent him six of their songs wants to launch their very first album by August to make them debut at the “Rock In Japan Fes.”

Touya, being the emotional driven type of musician, is the one put to write the lyrics for the band’s songs and most of the times are hits, especially because his and Tenko’s voice brings to life the emotions of the lyrics in a way that it reaches the listeners right into the heart and soul.

You will never catch Touya’s fingers empty, there’s always rings decorating them and some rings are even custom made by his cousin Geten, who owns a Jewelry shop that he promotes a lot on his social media. One of his most precious rings is the one that he got made for him, with his birthstone carved in it, when he turned eighteen.

He has three earrings on his right ear: an helix, mid helix, conch and low helix. Four on his left one: two helix, a low helix and one on the lobe, plus three nostril piercings on the right side of his nose.

After “The Villains” debuts and proving his father that he could succeed through music without his help nor his name, Touya owns now a black card that he lets Fuyumi and Shoto use to their heart content.

Last, but not least, be ready to be the muse of Touya’s songs the instant he falls head over heels for you. The moment it happens everything, and I mean everything, to him becomes about you driving Tenko and Iguchi to pure exasperation.

[ps-cactus]

🎄🎁✨ Christmas 2024 - Masterpost ✨🎁🎄

posts with, by or for Cactus, Alyn, Snowflake and Friends

─⋆⋅ Yule ball ⋅⋆─

hosted by @leaping-toadstool-caps 💙

🎄❤️ Yule ball by @rypnami 💙 ft. Alyn x Ominis

🎄❤️ Yule ball date by @ravenwind-75 💙 ft. Alyn (being worried af about Jo) x Ominis

─ ⋆⋅Secret Santa⋅⋆─

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❄️ I was a Secret Santa for @morelikeravenbore 💙; my idea was to make posts from Snowflake the House-Elf with some silly little magic gifts, but we ended up writing hundreds (thousands lol?) words of crack that only kept getting wilder IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I LOVED EVERY BIT OF IT! *Elmo fire gif*

Intro and the Scroll Enchanted earplugs (gone wrong) Christmas Traditions ft. Seb's brilliant ideas Traumatising Snowflake (NSFW fics recs, go check them out!) iTime-Turner Pro Max and "Rawr XD" Seb Breaking out from early 2000s AU Final post, thanks and love

🎅 My Secret Santa was @dom1re 💙; thank you so much for your asks and the gift! Alyn x Ominis big couple lore post ✨ Gift art - Omilyn hug ❤️ that still makes me UGLY SOB AND SCREAM whenever I look at it (which is often):

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🕯️🎄☕ Alyn and Christmas, and here by @diana-bluewolf 💙

Hayrose Cinematic Universe (aka HCU)

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The HCU gang by @girl-named-matty 💙

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art 💌 -

the warmest hugs by @myokk 💙 (ft. Eloise, Elsie and Val!)

cards 💌 - from Alyssa @anomalyaly 💙 from wenxirem @wenxirem 💙 from my braincell twin Casper @savingsallow 💙 from Matty @girl-named-matty 💙 from Kiwi @kiwiplaetzchen 💙

I won't include all the cards I sent here but please know YOU ARE TRULY A TREASURE 💙

@accio-bagel @theladyofshalott1989 @espressoristretto-patronum @thursdaymoonrise11 @mscostac @holdmymallowsweet @gothic-lottie

✨ I'm so incredibly happy to have met you all in this fandom! Thank you for your amazing selves I LOVE YOU! ❤️🎄

[napping-sapphic]

Dating me would just be like we either go out for ice cream or stay home and eat ice cream for every single date sorry