#coloring for grownups

[axewchao]

"I know, little miss... I wanna go home too. Believe me, I've tried. Don't know why, but we can't leave this place. At least... not right now.

But it'll be alright. Until we can leave, until we can all go home... I'll take care of you."

"...You promise, Dolly?"

"Little miss, it's Dally, not-...

...Yeah. I promise. Dolly's here for y'all."

~

Blame this on the trailer that I was too nervous to actually watch. =w="

A potential Game Over AU where Dal gets caught before 6AM, becoming yet another soul trapped inside the Pizzaplex. He takes on the role of guardian for all the lost little ones, which isn't that hard considering he'd been a babysitter in life. They call him "Dolly," likening him to a doll or plush a kid would hold while they slept.

His soul's implied to be a bit stronger than the kids', though whether it's because he's an adult and more aware/mature/stable or because of his strong desire to protect these scared and confused children remains to be seen. Knowing him, it's probably the latter. Big brother instincts and all that.

Keep in mind, he's only stronger than these kids; a spirit with, say, Cassidy levels of rage could easily wipe the floor with him.

Those more sensitive to the paranormal can feel his presence (but can't actually see him or the kids unless it's dark), and while he can possess an animatronic if need be, it's only temporary (5-10 minutes) because his spirit's bound to the Pizzaplex itself, not the bots, and he isn't strong enough to permanently override the virus in their systems.

The robots don't seem fully aware of what they're doing while Dal's in control, only having memory of an alert implying "something bad" was happening nearby, and being urged to investigate. These notifications, while alarming due to their lack of source, are almost always correct, so management hasn't bothered looking into it.

The Glamrocks and Daycare Attendant springing into action and stopping people from getting harmed is good publicity, after all! Even if they aren't sure who programmed that in...

#FNaF #fnaf security breach #FNaF Adult!Dal #Dalex Rathmore #fnaf missing children #two of em anyway; Vanny already killed what- *nine* of them before Greggers came along? #and that's just kids; who knows how many grownups she got ahold of- #also all three of them have some degree of color because I NEED COLOR DAMMIT #it's why I can't bear to leave a white background in a drawing. I just can't :'D #axewchaoscribbles

[lynne-monstr]

tonight I'm cleaning my kitchen grout with a toothbrush and some vinegar. it's not exactly pleasant work but on the other hand, this is the first time in my life I've lived in a place that's mine enough that I care about the grout getting dirty. all my other places were rentals with old ugly linoleum floors. this place was too, until I ripped it out and replaced it with the coolest tile I've ever seen.

so yeah that's kind of cool.

#random text post silliness #undercover as a grownup #i knew this was what i was in for when i chose a light color grout #but sometimes you gotta go with the aesthetic #it's been a year and a half and i'm still enamored with my kitchen tile yay

[caffeinatedopossum]

I think I actually understand now why the grownups were always talking about politics when I was a kid. I think maybe the part I didn't understand was just the conclusions these adults came to somehow. And also Why the majority of these things are Political™️

#like oh this is more than politics. this is like human rights violations and abuse of power and silencing opressed minorities and shit #i always thought it was just the adults having silly little fits over their silly little toy money instead of focusing the Important Things #like swinging and climbing things and collecting knick knacks that you like and coloring books and dancing to music because life is short #but no actually some people just want to make my life shorter. and thats political #the grownups i had were also on the side that wanted to shorten my lifespan sooo. yeah. #maybe thats why i didnt understand

[inksproutdigital]

"Blossoming Serenity" is your sanctuary for relaxation and self-care. Unwind with 40 unique abstract floral patterns designed to help you de-stress and ignite your creative spirit. Perfect for art enthusiasts and nature lovers, this coloring book promotes mindfulness and self-expression. Personalize each illustration with your unique artistic style. "Blossoming Serenity" makes an ideal gift for a restorative outlet. Find peace as you bring these exquisite floral patterns to life. 🌼✨

#adult coloring book #coloring for relaxation #stress relief #art therapy #creative escape #coloring community #mindful coloring #floral patterns #self care #coloring book lovers #artistic expression #coloring pages #relax and color #coloring for adults #coloring books for grownups #flower art

[aweina]

౨ৎ. CHOCOLATE LIPSTICK ( 17﹢) ; mike schmidt

tags fem reader. enemies to ( ? ). mike is mean + angry. 2-3 year age difference. sexual tension. oral fixation. semi-brat taming + 1k words.

mike was staring at you funny, it made you feel weird — annoyed, actually.

“what?” your voice was harsh, muffled by the sweet frozen yogurt coating your mouth.

he raised a brow at your tone, a little vexed from your sudden attitude. it reminded him of the bratty kid he happened to escort out of a toy store just an hour ago. he’s in a bad mood already, but there was no reason to get mad right now.

“don’t talk with your mouth full.” mike tiredly mumbled. an honest suggestion, but half of what he really wanted to say.

you rolled your eyes at his critiquing words. he always seemed to lecture you about the littlest things. how you’re not as productive during your usual security checks or even that one time he was finding the mall keys during your shared nightly protocols — making sure to make a sly comment and sprinkle in an unneeded suggestion about how untidy your bag was. exactly how an obnoxious parent would.

it was annoying. being treated like a child and especially by someone like mike. so what if he was a few years older? slightly more mature than you, much more responsible, and definitely not hot. just a little bit tho, but you’ll never admit that.

but ninety-percent of the time he pisses you off, and this is one of those times.

you swallowed down the yogurt that melted from your seething irritation, brows furrowed at the snarky comment he had to make about your dining etiquette. it’s a fucking mall food court, not a fine dining restaurant.

“do you always have to be a dick to me?” your words were laced with venom, all the suppressed anger managed to bubble out your throat.

his calloused fingers suddenly stopped twisting on the volume of the two-way radio, usual soft hazel eyes darken to a muted brown, stubbled jaw clenched. mike swallowed back the urge to say a few fighting words at your childish retort.

your tone wasn’t a big deal. well, until now.

his day has already been ruined. parents weren’t so attentive when it came to their bratty children, that meant he had to parent them himself — awkwardly standing until their tantrums fall silent or escorting dozens of children that happen to run off for some ridiculous toy. he didn’t need anymore whining from you, especially about something he’s done without the intention of malice — you were childish, immature.

“i don’t need to hear this right now.” mike was too tired to argue. a heavy sigh escaping his lips, his rough hands brushing away the tired feeling in his eyes. “you’re acting like a kid right now, you know that?”

you swore your blood pressure just went up.

“see that’s what i’m talking about! you treat me like a kid and you have to be a total asshole about it. why?”

passing families and teens curiously looked towards your table, the sudden blast of your agitated voice drawing unneeded attention. just what mike needed.

he turns away from their prying eyes, flustered that he was a victim of your grownup tantrum. mike continues the silent treatment as he listens to your incoherent babbling, colorful words like “old man” and “asshole” passed through his eardrums like a sour tune. the grip of his arm was deadly tight. yet, your pouting made his heart skip a bit. it was adorable, it always has been. but not when it’s accommodated with your high-pitched whines, your brows knitted with all these negative emotions, cheeks redden from breathless insults. the angry look in your face looked so familiar — it was the same look everybody seemed to give him.

all this over a smudge of frozen yogurt on your mouth. he would laugh if he wasn’t at his breaking point.

“fuck, i hate yo – !“ with sudden force, mike grabs you by your chin, the pouring insults latched shut with a firm grip.

the reddish hue on your face that was once from your vexation became brighter from mike’s unusual forcefulness — he has never been this angry with you before. weirdly enough, you don’t hate it.

the chocolate remnants blotched over your cheeks, dribbling from your unwiped mouth, was he pointing this out the whole time?

“watch your mouth.” you didn’t know if he meant the mess you made or your little tantrum session that set him off.

maybe both, you can’t tell anymore.

you both stare at each other for a second, the tension so thick in the air — the invasive looks felt like a blur in the background, or rather, seemingly drawn away by this peculiar exchange. hazy eyes slowly peered down at your mouth, deliciously glazed with chocolate yogurt. it was tooth aching, he could imagine the taste on his tongue. if only he was a little closer, he never had to daydream about this ungodly sight for weeks.

his thumb slowly drags over your pinkish flesh, gathering the sweet residue that coated your quivering lips. he reached over the corners of your mouth, studying every hitch of your breath and the way you nervously fiddle with the plastic spoon. someone so loud, bratty, could be silenced with a single touch.

pushing past your pursed lips and clenched teeth with ease, his sweetened touch swirled all over your taste buds — the subtle hints of sweat somehow tasted sweeter than the chocolate goodness. mike watches you closely, his slacks suddenly feeling tight. you’re letting him do this to you, without a protest or your usual dirty look.

for another second, his fleeting touch brushed against your wet muscle, mesmerized by its softness. the darkness that loomed in his irises vaporized into a soft green, lured by the sight of an obedient mouth. he finally draws away, a string of saliva connecting his cleaned off thumb and your glossy lips. the rigid grip on your chin loosens as mike huffs in mild irritation, mostly out of astonishment from this predicament.

mike stands from his seat, hiding his hard-on with his bunched up security jacket — hand still soaked from your dribbling saliva. awkwardly, he picks up the trash splayed over the table, making sure his car keys were stuffed deep in his pocket.

“i’ll see you tomorrow.” he steadily spoke, seemingly unbothered.

you nodded, mouth still slightly agape.

mike walks off, leaving you with your own muddled thoughts.

out of complete horror, you hover your nimble fingers over your mouth — the taste of his skin still permeates on your tongue. even with how intimate that whole situation was, mike made sure to clean the remnants of frozen yogurt off your face.

the gall to leave you utterly confused, edged by this new side of your usual grumpy coworker. there was a line between guilty attraction and burning hatred towards mike, you were stuck in the middle of it. but your racing mind seemed to linger towards the shadows casting his tired eyes, the focused look on your compiling mouth, the demand in his voice animating your body like a toy. fuck, yeah okay, he was hot.

the ache between your legs seeped arousal through your pants, you thanked your employers that your uniform was black. gosh, it’s been so long since anybody has touched you like that.

you nearly break your skull when your head falls defeatedly on the table — a heavy groan vibrating in your chest.

you don’t know if you could come to work tomorrow.

© aweina : please do not copy, repost, or modify any of my content.

#.୨୧ ina writes #.purple mark #( ? ) #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #josh hutcherson

[notjustjavierpena]

drabble idea - javi and reader at some family/friends party before the kids, maybe engaged already and reader is holding a cousins baby or something. Javi isn’t with her and when he enters the room he’s awestruck. He already knew he wanted kids with her and a family but just seeing her bouncing the baby while laughing at something someone is saying just completely takes his breath away.

Baby (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: This is so incredibly adorable, and of course, I will make this come true for you, Anon. I hope you enjoy 💖🫶

Summary: Javier spots you at a party with a baby in your arms. Suddenly, he knows what he wants.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, baby fever, lovelovelove.

Word count: 1k

Baby

Amidst the lively chatter of a family gathering, Javier looks for you in the living room after having had a beer with his father outside on the terrace.

He passes by several tías who pinch his cheeks and compliment his choice of shirt to which he gives you the credit. They call him handsome, and he charms them back as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“No wonder you ended up with such a catch, Javi,” one of them says, referring to you. She nods in your direction but he still cannot see you for all the people having gathered in the tiny house, can’t hear your voice either in between bursts of laughter and screen doors opening and closing. 

He starts to make his way in your direction, craving your gentle touch when he starts to feel overwhelmed by these kinds of things. On his way, he ruffles the hair of one of his nephews who shows him a stack of colorful football cards. 

“Very cool,” he says genuinely as he looks over the boy’s shoulder. He hasn’t been home in so long that he isn’t up to date with the local team anymore, otherwise he would have mentioned that. 

“I’m only missing a few of my favorite team,” his nephew replies excitedly and it earns him another hair ruffle. Javier continues through the crowd afterward. 

There you are, he thinks to himself, and just when he is about to approach you, all the wind is knocked out of him because you are in the middle of a conversation, laughing at something that is being said, and you have Sofía, his cousin’s daughter, on your hip. 

He stops in his tracks, freezing to the spot to watch you. At that moment, he knows that he wants to build a family with you. It becomes so clear as he observes you naturally talk to the baby on your arm, smiling widely down at her only to giggle when you receive a grin right back. He catches a glimpse of the future and the incredible mother you could be and on top of that, the incredible mother that he wants to make you. 

It isn’t that he has never had the thought of starting a family with you before but seeing you navigate having a child in your arms so effortlessly makes him grasp how real and possible it is that it’ll one day be his child you are holding.

A few children run past him, shouting loudly as they chase each other and the noise pulls him out of his trance. All the other grownups have faded into the background, and it seems that his brain can only think of kids, bedtime stories, coloring books, and parent-teacher conferences. His head swims.

Even more so when the noise also makes you look up and catch his eye. You smile at him and it tugs at something in his chest. He needs to be close to you, taking longer steps than normal to get to you quicker.

“Hello fiancée,” he says when he approaches and kisses you softly. You say hello back but seem busy staring down at the baby in your arms. He turns his attention to the little bundle of joy, reaching out to twist the soft hairs on top of her head until it is standing up in a spiral, “Y hola a tí, Sofía, ¿Cómo estás? (And hello to you, Sofía. How are you?)” 

Sofía gurgles at getting further attention. She swings her little fists. 

“Your cousin just asked me if I could take her for a moment,” you explain with a shy smile, bouncing Sofía on your hip. She smiles widely up at you, squealing with delight as you make a face at her, “And you are so cute, aren’t you? Oh, look at her little tuft of hair.”

Javier adores you. He watches Sofía reach out for your earring, trying to yank on it and you grab her little hand but never once look irritated. Instead, you let her hold onto your fingers instead and say something gentle again. 

“We should make one,” he announces quietly so only you can hear it, leaning closer to you to keep the conversation private. You look up immediately but still tickle at Sofía’s tiny palm. 

“A baby?” You ask with wide eyes. It’s a little louder than you intended, and a few heads turn to look at you. You lower your voice, clearing your throat at first, “A baby?”

“Sí, mi amor (yes, my love),” he snakes an arm around your back to rest his hand on your hip, “A dozen of them actually.”

“We’re getting married next year,” you tut, shaking your head as if he is being ridiculous, “I’m not looking like someone who swallowed a soccer ball in my wedding dress.”

“You could wear an old football jersey and I would still marry you,” he kisses the side of your head, “¿Pero qué no (but why not)?” 

“One thing at a time,” you say with a nervous chuckle. Then you shift Sofía in your arms, “Can you take her? I am so damn thirsty.”

“Sure, bring her here,” he holds out his arms, “C’mere, Princesa (princess).”

The transfer is so smooth that one would think you have done it before. He gets a tiny hand in his face, Sofía feeling his cheek. 

“Be right back,” you say with a sweet smile, “Both of you.”

One thing at a time, you said. However, with the way you turn back to watch him with Sofía in his arms as you head for the drinks table, he knows that this is what you want too.

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[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

An underrated health and wellbeing tool is play. 

When you think about playing, you may immediately picture little children - but by definition, play describes “any activity engaged in purely for enjoyment and recreation with no definite practical purpose” and those activities stay important throughout your whole life. 

Why are those activities important? 

Play is good for your body. Intentionally doing something just for fun helps to activate the “rest and digest” mode that is necessary to recover and heal from stress. It signals that you’re safe and helps your body relieve tension. 

It’s also good for your brain. It can stimulate your imagination, visualization and critical thinking skills, which can help you build skills like resilience and adaptability. 

Play can also foster empathy and understanding of others as it can help you see things from another’s perspective. 

Playing can make you laugh, and laughter comes with a whole sleeve of health benefits, such as decreasing blood pressure and even improving your immune system! 

Playing together can strengthen relationships. Positive, fun social interactions are important for your emotional wellbeing. 

Now some of you may think “that’s all nice, but how do I even play as an adult?”. While play is a natural behavior of human beings, many adults need to re-learn how to play - it depends on your specific environment and social circles but you may feel a lot of pressure to be productive all the time and play is by its very nature not productive. So, the first step in re-learning play is to give yourself permission to just *be* instead of *do* (and that can be a huge step!). 

Some ideas on how to ease back into play: 

Think about your childhood. (Or if you can, ask a parent, sibling or childhood friend, that can be a great way to bring back memories!) What were your favorite ways to play back then? What did you love about your favorite game? Does any particular memory immediately give you that “I wish I could do that again” feeling? (You may not necessarily find anything that you want to just replicate as an adult as-is, this is just meant to kick-start your imagination!) 

Gameify everyday tasks. Try to spot as many yellow items as possible on your commute to work. Make up a silly song about laundry while putting away the laundry. Pretend to be on a cooking show while making dinner. Do what you always do, just allow yourself to be silly about it! 

Do something creative, even (and especially) if you’re not good at it. You may not think of drawing, writing etc. as playing but those are activities you can do for pure entertainment! 

Moving your body doesn’t need to be purposeful exercise (and certainly not hating yourself in the gym), it can also be playtime: Do a silly little dance to your favorite song! Tippytoe, crawl, jump, walk backward.. from your bedroom to the kitchen, just for the fun of it! 

Rethink toys. While it is fully okay for a grownup to buy, own and play with toys, and we should abolish the negative stereotypes about it (it’s creepy, it’s inherently a sign of poor mental health etc.) these stereotypes do exist and you may simply not feel comfortable. Luckily, there are a few toys that are generally considered socially acceptable for adults or are even marketed towards adults, such as board games, stress balls, adult coloring books, certain Lego sets or fan/collectors toys (like action figures). And when there are no judgy eyes watching, you may also have fun just playing with household items such as cardboard rolls! No need to go out and buy something! 

Keep in mind that play isn’t a competition to win. You can’t play wrong - that’s the beauty of it! Just let your curiosity and enthusiasm guide you. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

#lgbt #lgbt+

[beiasluv]

ok so i sent a request but im not sure if you got it bc it glitched for me

anywy its like the fic you did wherin reader and neteyam are twins and stuff and reader likes aonung and aonung likes her and stuff, and the main thing of the fic is that jake and neteyam (mostly jake) are protective of her like the "no boys until i die!" shi yk

anyway love your work xx

protective sullys

a/n: PLEASE, GUYS WE NEED JAKE’S DAD GIRL ERA PERIODT / i feel something’s not right in this fic, but i hope you guys still enjoy it 🤍

masterlist

the day your family arrived at the metkayina clan was one of the most beautiful and hideous days in the history

you guys were met with judging eyes and snickers from the people, while some gave reassuring smiles. you don’t know who to trust or where to go, but you hoped for the best and put on a fake smile to calm your siblings down.

but, neteyam being neteyam, he knows you too well. he sensed a feeling of uneasiness in your gut and he can feel it too. i mean, what do they say about twins?

while tuk held on to neytiri and jake, neteyam wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing gently along your marks, and whispering comforting words.

“it’s goin’ to be alright, y/n…, i know we can do it, sully sticks together, huh?” he was met with your snicker to his joke.

but…one particular eye caught your attention. the bluest and tender teal eyes amongst the crowd stared into your soul. you felt your legs trembling under his gaze, yet you stood tall. neteyam noticing him as well made an unwelcoming face toward the intruder’s view

“well, our daughter, tsireya, and son, ao’nung, will show you the way of our lives. treat them with respect and be kind to them, for they are like babies taking their first step,”

‘so…‘ao’nung’…huh?’

settling down in your marui wasn’t as easy as it was back home. the floors are bouncy, which tuk liked A LOT, and there is little to no privacy at all. you miss the pandora plants and leaves that provided shade and coverage.

anyways, life was starting to look better.

until someone had to ruin it again…that familiar eyes you know so well, yet to little. he was staring at you again.

the very first practice session your siblings and you received much unnecessary embarrassment from the metkayina’s teens

well, it would be fair to say that you received them the least. ao’nung is always coughing or changing the subject

“well, you know, freak, if you don’t have those five little fingers then-“

“ahem, where were we? oh, right, let’s go to the reefs over there, numnuts,” ao’nung pointed towards the sea with his real fingers. “last person’s a raw egg.”

without another word, he swam off into the sea. and unknowingly to you, a grownup teenager, you still fell for the stupid game every time. seeing your siblings beating you to dive into the ocean, you followed in quickly.

but it seemed like your attempts had been in vain. bubbles leaving your mouth, covering your views of the world around you. like heaven sent, his -yes you knew this color- teal marked hand clutched your body from drowning into the ocean floor, dragging you up to the surface.

“are you alright? i am sorry, so sorry,” he clutched your face in his arm. “are you hurt?” he grabbed hurriedly along your body checking for injuries.

“i- i am fine, no worries, thank you,” you smiled sheepishly.

“now, hold my shoulders, okay?” he guided you behind his back. “breath in…we’re going down,” you breathed your last air and your body was submerged underneath again.

while at the coral reef, he took an extra effort to stay close to you. neteyam caught on what was going on and he wasn’t happy about you being close to that teal freak. lo’ak definitely gave a side eye on ao’nung.

that simple act of kindness melted your heart by a little, even if you didn’t want to accept it.

to say that when jake heard the news of your possible death, he wasn’t the most friendly towards ao’nung. tonowari wasn’t the most glad either. (dads being homies vibe)

plus, the fight they had on the beach didn’t help the situation get any better.

“please! guys! stop!” you shouted as you ran up from the ocean, finding yourself with the sight of a tumbling ball of blue na’vis

your sight caught the eyes of one particular metkayina and a gulp in his throat. looking at your fresh of the water and hair sticking to your body he managed to croaked out, “hey…y- y/n.”

“neteyam! lo’ak! c’mon!” you insisted. without a second thought, you dragged them by their ears and kicked off a metkayina attacking their tails. “please, show us some respect and we’ll reciprocate them, sorry for them.”

you flicked your head back and turned away from them, making your way towards your marui. that sight caught one metkayina to get lost in his mind and a drool slipped down his lips. ‘man, he messed up real bad.’

but in the mist of the mess, the heart of the storm, was just a lover boy trying his best to retrieve his chance

jake and neteyam turned on their ultimate protective mode 110%

“never bother my sister, ever AGAIN. you hear that?” neteyam hissed against ao’nung’s face, adding extra effort to spat a saliva against his teal face.

jake would be so protective of you 😭

he would always remind you every morning like: “no boys until i die, understand?”

hugs you all the timeeee. when walking around the village, wrapping a hand around your shoulder is a must for him.

protecting you from the eyes of the boys is his first priority. (cuz, obviously, he knows what those boys thinks, because he was once like in their place 💀)

jake would always tell you to cover up 😭 (as if na’vi clothes provide any coverage-) but anyways, he’ll say like “wear a shawl over your shoulder, it’s hot outside.”

always asking where are you going and when are you gonna come back.

lying to jake about those stuff are useless, so you did what a good child would do: telling him that you are going to hang out with ao’nung

i am telling you that jake lost his MIND, “WHAT, Y/N, HONEY, NO, WITH HIM? WHY?”

but anyways, our consent king respected his baby’s decision and let you go, BUT was panicking so much.

“okay, honey, what did i tell you?”

“yes, dad, no kissing, no hugging, no mating, come back before sunset, and use the talkie-walkie if he does something weird,” you rolled your eyes. for sure you are not going to mate with some dude on a first date.

“you missed one…”

“no touching, right, dad, what do you expect us to do if we are not allowed to have physical contact, meditate?”

“right, then, meditation sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

“dad!”

neteyam would kill for you without a hesitation. scaring some creepy dudes? easy

he gives out the best bear hug for youuuu

loves to comfort his siblings, especially you

jake is not much of a difference. he is super protective of his kids and you especially. his prized possession and the apple of his eyes.

being his oldest daughter, requires lots of sacrifice but jake’s affection for you is all worth it.

anyways, GOOD LUCK ao’nung, you need that. passing through the death valley with two demons behind your trail is not easy 💀

every time he comes to pick you up, he is sweating like a DAWG

“hello, mr.sully, is erm…y/n here?”

“well, where do you expect her to be? did you made a proper plan? son…, my daughter is not an object you could just pick up whenever you are bored.”

“yes, sir, we agreed to go-“

“ao’nung!” you called as you walked out. “bye, dad, love ya,” a peck on the cheek for jake and you’re off the marui.

“bye, sweetheart,” a smile for you and a death glare for ao’nung, pretty basic.

neytiri to the rescue, guyssss. she definitely have a soft spot for boys, and boys like *ahem* jake ao’nung.

she sees his effort for you and tries to persuade jake into giving in. and jake will be like: “pLEASE, no.”

but changing someone as egotistical as ao’nung to become more humble isn’t the easiest job. every moment, hanging out together, it was as if you rubbed his ego down step by step.

ronal and tonowari were GLAD. “please, y/n, tell us how you do it” 💀

ao’nung became the sweetest boy for you 🥺 *neteyam staring behind*😈

today’s a great day to treat yourself! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #imagines #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #ao’nung

[dark-side-blog3]

That forced regression post is so good… Being asked how old you are and sniffling out the answer your yandere wants to hear while you’re trying your best to dissociate 😭 Feeling sick after telling them the “right” answer and being praised and coddled and cooed over because they know you don’t want to think about your new life and they want to make it impossible to ignore. Maybe you get rewarded with “age appropriate” activities or gifts for good behavior, adding insult to injury. You tell your captor you’re “this many” and hold up the appropriate number of fingers, only to be given a plushie or coloring book or get a sticker on your behavior chart (you resist the urge to tear it down from where it taunts you on the fridge because you’re still scarred from your punishment last time). Good job, darling, such a good, smart little one learning for your yandere… maybe you can make something together later: a finger paint craft where your hands and theirs make matching hearts, or baked goods where you can “help” by mixing or dumping the pre measured ingredients into the bowl.

They’re so proud you finally feel “safe” enough to be vulnerable with them— they know it can be scary to be so small with someone watching over you, and you can get some icky feelings about being different, but they want you to know they love you for who you are… When they remind you who that is, of course.

Because sure: it’s upsetting to play with little kid toys and get reminded how to play “correctly”. Lining up your toys isn’t playing, you’d have much more fun if you used the cars as cars, or had your dinosaurs talk to each other. But at least they treat you as patronizingly gently as you would a normal child or regressor that age. You don’t have to say you’re a grown up and deal with the grownup problems they force on you— their own sick ways of bonding, or showing their frustrations with you in more dangerous, medkit-requiring ways.

They ask when they’re down for some fun, bored, or maybe just need to relax. And you’ve learned that as fucking humiliating as it is, there is a right answer, and it’s better to take that approach.

When you say your an adult, you get hurt. When you say you’re feeling small, you can get cartoon bandaids slathered with antibacterial cream placed on your fresh cuts and infected burns.

You get crafts and baking and pinches on your cheeks until it hurts, then ice cream and popsicles to make it better. And it’s degrading.

But it’s the lesser of two evils.

#anon confession #yandere agere #forced agere #forced infantilism #infantilism

[dira333]

In every other Universe - Zoro x Reader

Part 1 - Driftwood bodies

1. Driftwood bodies

Our driftwood bodies float against the tide,

twining around each other like we’ve been doing this

for ages, like we’ve been weather kissed, floating upon

and into and onto since the time before seas were first

christened into oceans.

-

From the moment you opened your eyes and saw the string, its vibrant mossy green tied to your pinky, you’d known the trouble ahead.

It wasn’t even the color of it that scared you, but the implications of it.

The grownups liked to talk about it, with big words that meant nothing in the end, about fate and being made for each other, and soulmates.

But you didn’t need words to understand that the tears your mother tried to hide did not come from happiness and that your father did not smell like booze every day because he was “just made like that”.

What good was a soulmate if it only pulled you down instead of up?

-

You can’t stop looking at it, no matter how much you try to hate it, to cut it, to forget about it. Its shade of green always comes back to haunt you.

It’s not the green that surrounds your house in the hills, not even when the tall grass moves in the wind like ocean waves. 

It’s not the dark green of the woods that lets your eyes rest when you watch them, dark and alluring, on the horizon. 

No, this green makes you think of a salty breeze and stormy skies, of a deepness below you and a horizon that you want to touch. This green makes you think of the ocean, long for something you’ve only ever seen in picture books before.

If only you could know that on the other end of the string, stretched and taut, would be the ocean and not some person.

-

The first time you felt truly happy, was when you heard a whale sing.

Hidden under your bed in case your mother or father came looking for you, ears shielded from their fighting with thick headphones, you press play on the cheap ocean sounds CD you got just hours ago.

The moment you hear the whales, you feel yourself drift off. No longer is the underside of your bed two inches away from your face and the bare wood under your back only cushioned by discarded clothes. Now your nose touches low drifting clouds and the wood underneath you is the smallest of boats, rocking in the waves.

You can hear the whales underneath you, singing to you about their own dreams and hopes and fears.

Something tickles your nose and you try to rub it only to realize that your string, usually stretched out into the distance, is now slack, the other end so close the string touches your nose, and pools next to your arm.

You need a second, even two, to realize what that means and when you do, you try to sit up so abruptly that you ram your head into the bed, pain pulsing in your temple and your nose as you roll out from underneath. Clutching your face you sprint for the window but all you can see is the back end of a funeral procession, everyone dressed in black.

You wonder if your soulmate is the one in the casket or someone following it.

You’ve never lost a relative or a friend. How does that feel? Freeing? Or suffocating?

“Who died, Mom?” You ask and you have been silent for so long that she’s too surprised not to answer.

“Some girl from Shimotsuki village. Fell down the stairs.”

-

Would you have gotten interested in marine life without the color of your string reminding you of it?

Would you have learned to fight without your awkwardness making you the butt of the joke too often to count? Always the girl that raises her hand to the sky at the weirdest moments, that keeps stumbling, pulled by an invisible string?

Would you have longed to escape this valley without someone pulling you?

You like to think that you’d do it all either way, but you can feel it, the pull of something, as you stumble through your teenage years.

The only thing that makes you think about making peace with it, them, is the thought of the ocean awaiting you. As long as you can be with it, in it, on it, you might be able to endure a soulmate.

-

There’s a boy in your classes who naps through every lecture and still gets the best marks. 

He hardly ever talks, smiles even less and has gotten into more fights this semester than you can count on both of your hands. 

You don’t want to think about his hair, that mossy shade of green you know so well, or the way your heart always misses one beat whenever he looks in your general direction, or passes you in the hallways.

You’d known you’d meet him someday. You’d thought moving to the city would make it easier, would leave him behind in the hills. But there he is, just two rows behind you, the weight of his gaze heavy on your shoulders.

He hasn’t tried talking to you. You’re not sure if he knows, or if he cares as little as you do.

But he’s in almost every one of your classes, his paper on sonar systems got a better grade than yours and he kicked the ass of that jerk from the football team before you got around to pepper spray him. 

He’s too close for comfort already and you try to pretend that you don’t know his name when your mind keeps whispering it in your ear.

Zoro. Roronoa Zoro. Your soulmate.

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There are too many people pushing you to the right, too many people pushing you to the left.

You feel like a piece of driftwood caught in the stream, too tired to push against it, barely holding onto your drink.

Your back hit something warm and strong, someone sturdy enough to keep you upright.

“Thanks.” You mumble, trying to turn your head and get nothing in the flashing lights of the party. 

“No problem.”

There’s a lilt in his voice, a tilt to the words that you’re familiar with.

“Didn’t think I’d hear that accent in the city.” You say, fueling yourself with another sip. Liquid courage never hurt nobody.

“Grew up in Shimotsuki village.”

“No way.” You almost choke on your drink. “I grew up, like, two hills over. How’d you get here?”

“The sea.” He says simply and you nod, reveling in the truth of it.

“Yeah. Me too.” 

Someone stumbles into you at that, pushing you way off.

You hear someone yell “Dammit, Luffy!” in that accent that warms your heart with familiarity, but the crowd of people pulls you further away, making it unable to tell who it is.

-

There are people who are good at making friends and there are people who don’t.

Luffy falls into the first category, slinging an arm around your shoulders every time he’s in your vicinity, just because he can. 

The reason you’re friends? You gave him half of your sandwich when he sat next to you at the bus station, his stomach grumbling pathetically.

He had thanked you almost politely, scarved down the food in one bite, and then longingly eyed your half until you gave it up as well.

It’s hard avoiding him, but you try whenever you see a head of green hair walking, sitting, standing next to him.

Then there’s Nami, who’s got more fashion sense drunk than you might have sober. When you thought she was trying to scam you at first, selling self-made jewelry and other trinkets in the bathroom, you soon realized that she was doing just that but also doing some good.

“Don’t call him!” She slapped the phone out of some poor girl's hand and put both her hands onto her shoulders, gazing into her eyes. “I’m telling you! He’s not worth it. Here. Put that lipstick on. Just five pounds a piece, I tell you, it’s a miracle worker. Look at yourself, you’re so pretty! He doesn’t deserve you.” 

Even with her words half slurred she’s able to convince anyone to anything.

She might even convince you to talk to Zoro one day.

But not today.

-

Blood’s oozing from your split lip and your stomach hurts where they got a good kick in, but you’re still standing and they are not.

“Damn. That was a catfight if I’ve ever seen one.” Usopp says somewhere to your side. You blink to focus on his face.

“I’m not even mad that Zoro didn’t show up. But you didn’t have to go so hard on them.”

You huff, urging to get away from the scene. You don’t like getting into fights, but Usopp had seemed to need your help, always getting into trouble with the wrong kind of people. 

“I don’t like people picking on others. You good?”

“Yeah. You?” 

You shrug. “‘m fine.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, eyes the girls leaning against the walls, and points to the other end of the alley. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Sure.” You follow him out, pushing your hands into the pockets of your jacket as the wind picks up and pushes through you, bringing with it the salty tang of the sea and the comfort of the ocean. The longing to get to the shore kicks in again and moves your feet.

“What do you mean you got lost?” Usopp talks into his phone. “You just had to walk down the street, that’s like, a straight line. Yeah, don’t worry, I handled them just fine on my own.” 

You listen to him exaggerate his own doings, stopping in your movements when at the end of the street you can catch a glimpse of greenish blue between the buildings.

“You coming?” Usopp asks and you wave him off. “Ocean’s calling me.” You say simply and he shrugs, leaving you to make the short walk.

-

Next week the semester will end.

Your mother will call and ask if you plan to come home and you’ll politely decline, using non-existing assignments as an excuse.

Nami’s throwing a party on Saturday as an excuse to get people to buy whatever stuff she’s started creating now - you’ve seen her pottery collection and it’s impressive. 

Even if you’d avoid that party with a heavy heart, assuming Zoro would be there, declining Sanji’s invitation for lunch tasting on Sunday means buying groceries on Monday, something you can’t really afford.

You huff a breath as you walk up the steps to the pier, slowly coming to terms with the fact that you might be getting okay with being around Zoro. You wish you’d fought harder to avoid him, even if most of his friends are amazing and Usopp has at least managed to rope you into helping him.

You wish that it truly had been the sea that pulled you to it, loving you with all its might while you’re just the driftwood kissing its crown.

Maybe- You can see green hair, ruffled by the wind, strong shoulders, face turned into the wind to gaze at the sea.

It’s a green that’s not the fields and not the forest. A green you know will only fit against the blue of the ocean or the skin of your pinky.

You take the last few steps quietly, calmly, patiently.

“So you got lost.” You say and raise your hand in greeting, the string glinting in the sun.

It’s the first time you’ve addressed him, directly, to his face. The first time you’re alone together. The first time you acknowledge that there’s no more reason to run away.

There’s a flicker of a smile on Zoro’s face as he raises his own hand in response, the string connecting you two a vibrant green against the blue of the ocean.

“What do you mean? I’ve always been close.”

part 2 - cartography

Dedicated to: @revasserium

#my writing #Zoro x Reader #Zoro fluff #Zoro soulmates #Opla Zoro #Opla zoro x reader #One Piece Live action #opla #One Piece #One Piece x Reader #One Piece Fluff #roronoa zoro x reader

[mysticballoonbouquet]

study tips for age regressors~

🍼 use fun highlighters and pens! whether they’re pastel or bold, pick your favorite colors!

🦄 listen to an agere friendly instrumental playlist! there are some great ones on youtube and spotify!

🍼 give yourself a small treat (such as a piece of your favorite candy, for example!) for finishing a chapter or other small activity, such as answering a certain amount of questions!

🦄 if you go to school on a campus, it’s perfectly okay to bring a stuffie with you! as long as it doesn’t go against your syllabus, disturb your classmates, your teacher/professor, or yourself, i’d say it’s perfectly okay!

🍼pretend your stuffie is learning the subject too! make flash cards and quiz yourself and your stuffies for fun!

🦄 if you have a lot of reading to do, try reading it to your stuffies! make sure to try to absorb the information as you read it aloud!

🍼 use stickers in your notebooks and planners!

🦄 use cute stationary and notebooks!!

🍼 wear a chewable necklace! i know they make these for small children who are teething, but there are ones available made for grownup teeth that look like actual jewelry! they’re very handy ( ◠‿◠ )

🦄 buy cute erasers in the shapes of cute animals, such as pandas or dinosaurs, and play with them! (make sure to stay focused on learning though!)

🍼 don’t be afraid to ask your teachers or classmates questions if you need to! there are no silly questions, and i know it can feel embarrassing, but anyone who gives you a hard time for trying your best to learn isn’t worth your time anyways!

🦄 write little notes to yourself on sticky notes or in the margins of your notebooks! positive affirmations are great; if you have something that you’re nervous about coming up (such as en exam) you could write something like “i will do well on my exam!!” and let them motivate you!

good luck with your studies everyone! i know school can be difficult, but you can do it! just take it one day at a time, and one assignment at a time, and try to keep telling yourself you can do it, because you absolutely, 100% can 💕

#bubble’s post #agere #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw agere blog #agere post #age regression #age regression blog #age regressor

[magnoliadale]

Utopian Tailgate by magnoliadale

In my builder era and was inspired to recreate Chicago's very own playground for grownups, Utopian Tailgate! This venue offers a never-ending partyscape for San Myshuno residents with colorful decor and interactive games for an indoor-outdoor experience. I'm quite proud of this build and I'm excited to share it with the sims community. This build is pack heavy and uses the CC listed below.

Lot Details: Placed on the 30 x 20 Fountainview Penthouse lot in San Myshuno.

Download Here: X

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims4 #the sims community #showusyourbuilds #magnoliadale #ts4cc #ts4 build #ts4 simblr #ts4 interior #ts4 gallery #ts4 screenshots #simblr #the sims 4 #sims4 #sims community #sims 4 simblr #the sims cc #mdbuilds*

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — NJ DEVILS (PART TWO)

one — two

y/ndevils00

liked by jackhughes, dawson1417, and 14,971 others

y/ndevils00 hi and welcome back to my channel! this evening we’re going to be discussing the njdevils loss against the minnesotawild so buckle in because this was a very (un)eventful night!

there was one (1) goal made tonight by our pretty boys in red, however Timo told me my skirt was ugly yesterday, so he’s been kicked off of this post! will he redeem himself by the time they play on friday? that depends on if he listens to my demands!

onto the boys who actually made it on the post: jackson tried his hardest but despite that, he did not make a goal 💔 he did however look miserable (see slide 1), spend an insane amount of time watching baby sensory videos on the ipad (see slide 6), get knocked down (see slide 8), and then finally look cool for once in his life (see slide 9)!

swiss rap god got an assist on the only goal of the night, got in a scrum (see slide 7), and looked absolutely traumatized by something on the bench (see slide 2)! i’m not sure what he’s seen in his life but i’d like for him to keep it to himself :)

the crowned king of sweden, jesper bratt, also made an assist on tonight’s goal AND looked adorable and smiled after his own failed goal <3

maraschino cherry did absolutely nothing of note tonight but that’s better than getting a penalty (*cough* tuna *cough*)! so, i took a pic of him smoldering! you look great, zoolander!

and finally, mercy me was actually a sweet little angel tonight who can do absolutely no wrong and who definitely 100% did not pay me at all ever to say any of this!

i hope you all enjoyed tonight’s game because i know i didn’t!

tagged jackhughes, nicohischier, jesperbratt, john.marino97, dawson1417 and njdevils

jackhughes why do you do this to me?

y/ndevils00 i have no idea what you’re talking about

jackhughes also what the hell are baby sensory videos?

y/ndevils00 don’t act like you don’t know, jackson

jackhughes not my name

sharangovich17 they’re videos of bright colored dancing fruits and vegetables over a black screen

jackhughes @/sharangovich17 why do you know this?

y/ndevils00 he has a baby, jackson. unlike some other people on this team 👀

jackhughes still not my name and you still shouldn’t be a mother yet

y/ndevils00 YOU SAID “YET”!

john.marino97 dear god, hughesy what have you done?

john.marino97 not only are you still calling me a cherry, but i’m zoolander now too?

y/ndevils00 this is correct

y/ndevils00 i also complimented you, what do you have to say for yourself?

john.marino97 i don’t know if this warrants a thank you

y/ndevils00 well you just said it, so i’m taking it. you’re welcome! 🤭

john.marino97 idk how he puts up with you

y/ndevils00 if you ever find out, let me know!

user54 omg 4/9 pictures being of jack, their comments about kids, marino hinting at her dating someone?! it’s so obviously jack!

user26 idk, the way she posts about him makes it seem like they’re just good friends

nicohischier i’m honestly not sure what i’m supposed to say to this

nicohischier thank you? i think?

y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome swiss cheese 🤠

nicohischier i take it back

nicohischier we’re no longer friends

y/ndevils00 it’s too late, you signed a blood oath to be my friend forever, remember?

nicohischier ahh is that what i signed when you joined the team? i thought it was the standard NDA

dawson1417 “give me 5 more bucks and i’ll make sure no one knows you paid me for a slide” WHAT IS THIS Y/N/N?!

y/ndevils00 hey! i SAID you didn’t pay me! you just exposed yourself merc-dog

dawson1417 sure, i’m the one who exposed me!

dawson1417 and did you just call me “mercy me”?

user38 her and jack are dating, for sure. barely trying to hide it at this point

jesperbratt i am not the crowned king of sweden, but i appreciate your sentiments y/n!

y/ndevils00 you are the goodest boy of all the boys

jackhughes do i mean nothing to you?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes shhh grownups are talking now

tmeier96 “y/n’s list of demands: bring me an iced coffee, tell me my skirt is pretty and you were lying, convince HIM to let me get a cat, tell nico that swiss cheese IS a cool nickname and that he’s wrong and stupid, get me a blanket because this stupid rink is cold and i hate it here.”

y/nonthegram you have to do them all by thursday. good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!

jackhughes she’s not getting a cat

trevorzegras @/jackhughes did you let her watch hunger games again after the fire incident?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras it was one little fire! i hardly think it warrants the banishment of all the movies forever!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 you tried to make your own fire dress and nearly burned down the lake house

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras big talk coming from the guy who helped me

jackhughes @/trevorzegras you WHAT?

user78 DID JACK JUST CONFIRM THEY’RE DATING?!

user19 AND TREVOR?!

trevorzegras hey! i know that ipad kid!

jackhughes don’t encourage her z

#media management series <3 #jack hughes x reader #nj devils #new jersey devils #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #nico hischier imagine #dawson mercer #john marino #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 4/30/2024

most annoying book i've read so far this year under the jump

listening

a lovely polyrhythmic instrumental piece with previously-featured tuesdaysong artist, terrifying master of the cello, abel selaocoe. this is very textured and kind of scrubs at the inside of my skull in a pleasing way. like the kind of back scrubber you can buy with a bamboo handle and the long soft bristles. popped up on my recent releases playlist from spotify.

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reading

really fucking pissed about this book and i am not able to be reasonable about it. i was really thrown, much like the fantasy prince's mother from her carriage as she was being chased by regency gossip reporters, that this was a prince harry/meghan markle RPF AU. i am a bit uncomfy about the fact that our female lead, the fantasy AU meghan markle, is some flavor of fantasy Gaelic instead of fantasy mixed-race. now, i have no particular moral or physical beef with RPF but i don't typically seek it out. but/also/and, much like works about marilyn monroe, i think works with the specter of princess diana are in poor taste. can we leave these women alone maybe

i got about halfway through the book before this revelation and didn't really feel like it succeeded at much of anything it was trying to do. oddly informal and choppy, like it was originally intended as a contemporary romance with some urban magic and changed to regency in a late draft. this is combined with some fairly weak prose: more simple sentence structure than i would expect in a book for young adults, far too many proper nouns, and a lack of interest in showing not telling.

i straight up don't understand why the leads are attracted to each other if she keeps making very public mistakes and he's a rude cunt. i have read other books (most recently the t kingfisher books) where someone grows to love a very gruff or taciturn man, but it takes time and mutual trust and an effort on both sides, none of which happen here. the core conflict is duty to family in all its various forms vs the heart wants what the heart wants. the conflict is not much of a conflict, though, because characters come to realizations within three sentences of confronting them and then vocalize them with therapyspeak. someone literally pats someone else's hand and goes, "It's hard, I know." the author mercifully did not describe the sad little pursed sympathy mouth but i'm sure it was there.

i'm also deeply annoyed with how this author chose to go about characterization. while the character concepts are people i would love to meet in a ttrpg, it feels very concerned about Good Representation and it makes everyone feel very wooden. i think when you put together characters from a list of various oppressions and disabilities it starts feeling like a grownup version of a children’s ensemble show meant to sell little blind box figurines. here is the Chronically Ill one, and her color is pink! here is the Addicted one, and his color is green! here is the Goth and Depressed one, and her color is black with some bones! here is the Gay one who was once badly hurt by the Addicted one, and we don’t care enough about him to give him a color! here is the superficially fantasy-Jewish one, and we don’t care enough about her to give her a color or an action figure either!

while normally i would love to read a book with two! TWO! canonically bisexual leads of different genders! this book is written for the "folx" spectrum of gays instead of the "fags" part of the spectrum and it strays very close to a modern morality tale for me.

this popped up on a list of books with bi leads i think, but if it was here or on libby i cannot remember.

anyway! fucking hated this one.

pleasantly surprised these came in back to back off my holds lists, bc they are about the perfumer Grace and Grace's former landlord, the spy Marguerite. my favorite of these Saint of Steel series is still the one with the werebear nun. i have nothing to complain about these books and not much to say about them either. they were such a delightful and competent change of pace after the annoyance of the previously discussed book.

oh i loved these. oh i LOOOOOOVED these. how the fuck does novik do it. she is so good at capturing the very specific feel of a grandpa military historical novel. except with dragons. i love these in the same way i know i will love the patrick o'brien books if i ever get around to reading them. i was a navy brat and unfortunately this is fucking catnip to me. truly i have inherited all my father's tastes

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watching

largely fallow week. i don't have anything particularly great to say about The Bad Batch, but when have i ever. have not caught up with dunmeishi bc my siblings have once again inadvertently locked me out of the netflix account i pay for. considering a vpn for many reasons but watching netflix and watching porn (the state of texas does not want me or anyone else to watch porn within her borders) are the two big reasons for. idk. cashing out the paltry cash-back credit card rewards and coughing them up for a vpn. vpn opinions welcomed, i know most of them are straight garbage

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playing

i straight up ran out of money in genshin, which is pretty hard to do since they're pretty generous with it? i have spent several million in-game currency on leveling up neuvilette (i am so so so happy to not have to collect any fucking starfish mats for him anymore [mats are different materials you have to collect or buy in-game in order to level up a character. very grindy most of the time]). anyway i am now scrabbling around for the last couple chests and puzzles i marked on my map in fontaine. i haven't bothered with grinding for his specific boosting artifacts or leveling up his talents all the way yet but this is really not shabby. i have the bad habit of completely levelling up all my 5-stars and then ignoring them until i need them for a specific fight or a specific level of the monthly..battle royale puzzle? i don't really know how to describe the abyss. anyway when i do eventually need his pretty intense water AOE attacks i will frantically grind for his talent mats. right now we're grinding for other things thanks

this latest update contains both the best and worst new areas so far. the underwater lost city of Remuria is a fuckin banger. gorgeous. incredible puzzles. very fun music-based quest line with new abilities and giant whale. however, im kind of disappointed by the new coastline area in the map: there is pretty much nothing there. almost no interactable plants to harvest, very few enemies, almost no chests. i get that they are focusing their time and attention on the new underwater area everyone will be focusing on (killer, btw, super dense and great use of vertical space). very lore-heavy expansion, sort of what if atlantis was a bit roman-inspired and also. hold on. wait a second.

sorry this has just occurred to me at 10:21 PM on Monday night as im drafting this but oh my god are the fucking fontanians the Sea Peoples of the bronze age collapse. this is hysterically funny lore if true. im going to have to go back and reread a lot of the environmental storytelling notes but oh my GOD that's extremely funny if true. genshin has some of the most batshit lore of any game ive ever played and im so sad that so few game journos are focusing on it.

where was i. leveling up characters in legally-not-france who may or may not be descendants of the sea peoples. i often find myself leveling up characters in genshin not based on how useful they are to the party but by how fun the bosses i need to fight for their mats are? for example: neuvilette is a water-based AOE character with not a lot of on-field time. however this big electric seahorse, whose antlers i need to level him up, is really fun to fight and i can knock it out in about thirty seconds.

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making

my sister's birthday is tomorrow! my birthday package to her was kind of heavy on stupid little trinkets and art books and not very much like. homemade? so i cranked out a little sampler. it's framed i promise i simply forgot to take a picture of it framed. about 3"x3", slightly adapted from a piece in Julie Jackson's Subversive Cross Stitch. i do think the F and C turned out way better (or at least the backstitching stands out way more) but hey. sometimes you need to hastily stitch a gift with the limited colors you have on hand

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[wren-dy-flowergarden]

hello! i really enjoyed your newest sebek fluff that you wrote its rlly good! 🫶 i love it!

if you have the time, maybe write another one ? maybe one where sebek takes reader back to his hometown where they have a little cafe date in the cold weather? super cute cozy stuff 🥺 tysm

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: Awww thank you for the request! I hope that I'm able to fully give you the same Sebek energy he is so funny. Cozy Coffee dates are my favorite trope every- and also flower shop AU hehe. I really hope you enjoy this!!! I tried a new style also, so let me know if you life this as well!!! Request are still open! *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Sebek x f!reader *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ WC: 680words, bulletpoint story *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Tags: fluff, cuteness overload, comfy coffee dates disguised as invading an evil castle, light teasing

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When Sebek invites you to his hometown- Briar Valley- it comes as a welcomed surprise. He talks of his hometown with such enthusiasm- the training range, the lakes his grandfather used to take him, the best places to hunker down on stormy nights.

It was cute the way he stopped by Ramshackle to help you pack, holding up mismatched pair of gloves, exclaiming that due to the number of holes in them, they would not keep you warm. Neither will your thin long sleeves... Neither will your ankle socks... The next day you see him rush in with an oversized jacket that hit your kneecaps, a warm, cream-colored hat, and gloves that matched his.

You can see the way his eyes shine when you step out of the mirror, close to night. Dark trees contrast against snow-topped mountains, the city itself bustling with the use of magic. Gems embedded into their heaters leave the cobblestone path clean of any sleet that may cause injury. It felt like a city made of fairytales.

Sebek sees the way your mouth is open in awe and tuts his head in victory.

“See human! Nothing can compare to the magnificence of Brair Valley!” His hand extends as if decorated the whole plaza by himself, smile widening, “Not even Night Raven Academy can compare to this brilliance.” You just laugh, tiny pearls of sound echo out of you as he pulls you, side by side explaining each detail of his childhood.

How he hit his knee on the fountain there and dented the fountain itself. His favorite candy store now turned into a small grocery pop-up his mother would take him and his siblings. A café that the grownups would never let him or his childhood friends enter because they make too much of a ruckus. He said it looked like the castle to conquer as they trained as small squires back then.

You can see his point. With a dark green roof and muted brown paint, painted against it were murals of gargoyles and delicate rose flowers blooming by the windows almost alive. Tacked to the forehead of the door you see the sign open- warm orange lights calling you from the cold outside, no matter how many layers you wore. You tug his sleeve, breaking Sebek from his monologue, “Let’s go in. You know- to fulfill your childhood dreams.”

It doesn’t take much to convince him when you make it a challenge and he sputters how he is a real knight now that he is ready for anything now trained, and how he could protect Lord Malleus-

A chaste kiss to his lips for silence, you pull him behind you opening the front door as you lead into a comfy café. Antique wooden chairs that were decorated with mini gargoyles, a candle- lantern spiny lazily with small- what you can assume fairies keeping the fire warm. You take the table next to the fireplace, Sebek hates it cold.

Lifting the menu, you see delicately painted pictures of lattes to teas- you thought that this be a bar considering what he said about grownups not letting him in before. Sebek brows are furrowed as well as he flips the menu back and forward- he must also have the same confusion as you. It’s too cute not to tease!

You reach over the table and take his hands, “Stop that. I know we are at the center of the evil headquarters but that doesn’t mean you can give yourself away oh knight.” Sebek scoffs but doesn’t pull away from your warmth, “What can a weakling life you do to protect I?” You give a soft smile as you pull his hands closer to your side of the table, “Why I’m much stronger than you?” As you do you lean over to kiss both of his knuckles, and he sputters retracting his hands like fire touched them. Another laugh leaves you as you pick up the menu again, Sebek squirming in his seat, “Now, what shall we order?”

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[norrisleclercf1]

You Don’t Go To Parties

Pairing: Carlos x Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: Toxic behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationships, writing was all over the place to symbolize reader x Carlos relationship

A/N: Wrote this while listening to Don’t Go To Parties by 5 Seconds of Summer off their new album

It was pathetic, utterly pathetic in how he looked for you. For five years, you gave your life to him, five years of friendship, trust, love, travel, secrets, truths, and all he gave you was parties. You wanted more; you deserved more from him, but he couldn't give that to you.

Carlos was holding another party and was waiting for you to show up. Two weeks ago, you told him you were done with this, this lifestyle. You couldn't handle it anymore, especially when you told him you loved him; he laughed in your face.

He didn't take it seriously; you both were fatal to one another, unable to stay away like magnets, very unhealthy magnets. People started to pour into the party slowly; Carlos began to forget about you. The music was thumping the entire house as the other drivers, and their friends showed up; people and people filled the hallways, creating this illusion of a never-ending sea.

Sitting at home, you tried to rid stuff of Carlos. The memories everywhere in your home, not even knowing he was slowly consuming your entire being, taking your heart and soul without notice. Your phone vibrates and keeps lighting up; finally, annoyed, you grab it and see texts, videos, and Instagram posts flood your notifications.

You want to look, but knowing who or what he's doing was too cruel to yourself. You mute your phone and start to pack up his clothes, pictures, and even the little trinkets he left here and there. How could someone you didn't even officially date cause such a hole in your life? But, you were the fool who fell in love with him.

Carlos kept getting distracted, he didn't know what it was, but anytime he saw a flash of your favorite color, he felt his heart stop but kick back up when it wasn't you. Shaking his head, he turns back to Charles and Lando, downing his drink; the boys could tell he wasn't listening; his eyes kept scanning the room.

The Spaniard didn't even know he was looking for you still until Charlotte said something. “She’s not coming, Carlos. She was serious about you two.” Charlotte yells over the music.

Carlos looks down at Charles's girlfriend. “No, she wasn't; she always does this; she was just angry.” He defends not wanting to face the truth about this.

“Oh, for fucks hell,” Charlotte yells and storms off, not wanting to fight a child.

You stand in the middle of your living room, holding a glass of wine, tears falling. You were stupid and looked at your phone, seeing Charlotte’s text about how Carlos was looking for you. Needing to stay strong, you turned the home off completely. You couldn't do this to yourself; leaving him was intelligent, healthy, and grownup.

Time ticks by as Carlos keeps drinking and searching for you. But it was 5 am, and he was still looking for you. Everyone was here but you. You weren't. Sitting on the couch, he hangs his head, thinking over your last conversation.

“I'm done, Carlos; I can't keep doing this to myself. I give and give and all, you give me, quick fucks and empty promises. You don't want me; in 5 years, you've never wanted me. We're done.” You yell, throwing a glass at his head. He laughs and walks toward you. He wasn't sure who started the argument or how it got here.

“We're not done. You'll come back; we always come back to one another.” Carlos chuckles and pins you against the wall.

“Get off me.” you push against his chest, but he doesn't move. Hands slapping his chest, he scuffs and nods his head, moving away.

“Whatever, there's a party in a few days. See you there.” Grabbing his keys, he leaves your place, hearing you yell you were don't with parties.

Your pillow still smelled like his cologne; it haunts you that your things still clung to his soothing smell. Almost like heaven....maybe it was hell testing you, pushing you more and more to go to him, but you wouldn't. If you went back this time, you'd drown and never come back for air. You had your air, how little it was, but you knew the more you swam, the more air you gained.

Carlos stayed sitting on the couch; someone had sat down next to him, some girl, he didn't know who she was, he didn't care. She tried flirting with him, but he just nodded his head once in a while, eyes glued to the door.

“Whatever.” he hears the girl groan and storms off, but he keeps staring at the door, trying to ensure that you aren't showing up. Charles notices this, and walks over to him sitting down slowly.

“Carlos?” He asks gently seeing people start to leave.

“For 5 years....she was always there, yeah we weren't good for each other, yeah maybe we were so damn toxic to one another, but she...she was there. When no one else was, she was always there. And I threw that away because I didn't want to label us. Five years Charles, five years.” His voice drops off, hiding his face in his hands.

Charles sits there listening to spill the last five years and shakes his head. He should've stepped in earlier, my God, listening to him, Charles, should have taken you away from Carlos. But, you always reassured everyone that everything was fine, when really it wasn't.

Carlos grabs his phone and chuckles to himself and pulls up your messages sending you one....just one more text.

You jerk awake with a weird sweat covering your body. Grabbing your phone you power it on and freeze, a test from Carlos popping up.

“You don't go to parties anymore.” -Carlos

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