#i usually do not enjoy backgrounds but this one was fun cause Colors

[adriartts]

Star Trek brain is back. Screenshot redraw from Descent (wanna eat the warp core)

#Star Trek: The Next Generation #geordi laforge #data tng #tng data #st: tng #tng #star trek #they're both so fun to draw for different reasons #geordi is my beloved little guy and his visor is fun and neat and he's got a nice face shape. that's a weird thing to say about someone but #its true. meanwhile data has like. such a distinct profile. hes Pointy #weird sharp robot man. AND he's autism #fucking LOVE the warp core light.... she's so perfect #i usually do not enjoy backgrounds but this one was fun cause Colors #also had fun with data's colors. i enjoy colors #been FOREVER since i drew star trek anything. hehe

[everykindofnerd13]

Trolls Human AU but it’s college student snack pack raising Tiny diamond as all of their kid when Guy Diamond finds himself with a child at the rope young age of 19.

The crew having a schedule of who watches Tiny at any given time on any given day. (It is extensive and color coded and Branch had a great time making it.)

Everyone explanding tiny diamonds repertoire of skills before he can even comprehend his own existence. Like.

Suki who holds a one year old Tiny on her lap while she works on mixes.

Cooper and D who switch off holding Tiny in one of those chest carrier things while they play DDR.

Poppy who will give Tiny a bag of scrap paper and tell him to make a picture inside it. (She doesn’t want to let him actually touch the paper, lest he ingest it.)

Branch who puts on science kids shows like Wild Kratts and Sid the Science Kid on the background while he and Poppy have Tiny so that he kid can start learning fun science stuff early.

Sati and Chenille who started by dressing up Tiny in their studio, but ended up just letting him use his creative guidance on them. (They hold him above a pile of fabric and whichever two he picks they have to make work as a garment.)

Biggie who has “tea parties” with Tiny and Dinkles (his cat) and is always trying to teach the baby proper table manners, it’s futile, for Tiny is a menace.

Smidge who teaches the baby to “work out”. (She actually owns a bunch of grip training baby toys that she hands him while she lifts weights.)

Barb who insists she doesn’t like babies but will happily take Tiny in for a night when needed, making little purée dinners for him and spoiling him rotten for the evening.

Legsly, who encourages Tiny to dance with her in her living room, gripping his hands and holding him up so they can “dance”.

Fuzzbert who is canonically mute and uses sign language to communicate in this universe, who loves to bring Tiny out to the park to experience nature with him, always mesmerized by the baby’s wonder at the clouds and the leaves. (Listen, I just like to imagine that Fuzzbert as someone who often finds themself unable to make themselves heard, quite enjoys the satisfaction of such a small child finding joy in the same things he does.)

Tiny who is very monkey-see monkey-do, and actually is a very well rounded kid after being raised by so many well rounded people who care about a love him.

When they’re together as a group, usually at game nights, they’ll make Tiny little “mocktails” aka, like, mango juice, so that he doesn’t feel left out while they all drink their drinks of choice.

Tiny is the most spoiled kid on earth because he has so many aunts and uncles willing to pitch in and get him whatever he wants.

Brozone and Viva also loving Tiny when they meet him one day while Branch and Poppy are in charge of him. Poppy has a little stroller with a sunshade, and Branch is happily carrying the baby bag so the stroller isn’t too heavy to push. At first, everyone’s mortified cause they thing that their baby siblings have gone off and had a whole baby without telling them, but they quickly notice the “Tiny Diamond” printed across the baby bag and realize it’s in fact their siblings’ close friend’s baby that they’ve heard so much about.

Viva making the kid candy necklaces only to be quickly shut down by Clay who explains that they’re a choking hazard, and they should not be given to a baby.

Bruce who has kids of his own and will invite Guy Diamond to drop Tiny off at his place when he and the rest of the snack pack want a night out.

JD who is terrified of children after how much he feels like he screwed up with Branch, but is still infatuated by the little boy and basically gives him anything he wants.

Floyd who mostly stays out of the way while the baby’s around but is the first to volunteer to put him down for a nap so that he can sing him a lullaby and rock him to sleep.

Branch and Poppy being very blush when old women tell them they have a “beautiful family” when they’re out and about, because while they do consider Tiny and all of their friends family, they know the older women mean something different.

Listen this AU is living rent free in my head. I have a timeline. I have a whole thing. I have backstories and modern world adaptations of trauma. It’s pretty fun.

#trolls band together #broppy #brozone #trolls #trolls world tour #queen poppy #trolls branch #guy diamond #tiny diamond #snackpack #trolls snack pack #trolls au #trolls human au

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Kinktober Day 4: Bondage (Mountain x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 4 of Kinktober! I love my big boys, Mountain is absolutely divine in every way, this was so fun I hope you enjoy! 🖤

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, Bondage, soft dom Mountain, praise, fingering, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, size kink if you squint, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, Fem! Reader, AFAB! Reader, use of good girl, swearing, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any!

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You squealed at the feeling of Mountain's enormous hands sliding over the curve of your ass, you pulled the collar of his shirt to bring him closer for another kiss. You sat straddling his lap, the movie you had put on long forgotten background noise as the two of you made out in his dimly lit quarters. You hum seductively as you roll your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, earning a soft groan from your partner. "Someone's getting excited." You giggle, wiggling your hips in a way that makes Mountain's breath audibly catch.

"Can you blame me?" He asks, his eyes dark with lust. He gives your ass a gentle squeeze, hungrily eyeing you. His lips trail over your neck, the feeling of his hot breath against your skin causing you to shiver. "You always make it so fucking hard to keep my hands off you Sunbeam." He groans. You moan softly as he nips at your skin, taking his time to stop and leave a trail of dark love bites in his wake. "Such a pretty little thing you are, and you're all mine." He remarks with a pleased sigh. You squeak as he effortlessly flips you underneath him, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, your fingers gently running over the soft skin of his stomach with familiarity. You smile against his lips as you trace down his happy trail, the metal button of his jeans cold against your fingertips. He pulls back slightly with a chuckle. "Now who's excited, hm?" You couldn't help but blush at his teasing tone.

"I want you." You whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"So impatient Sunbeam." He pretends to pout. "How am I supposed to have any fun with you?" Despite his playful demeanor it was importable to miss the mischievous glint in his eye. He gently caresses your face, his claws sharp as he holds your chin in his hand. "If only there was some way to ensure you keep your hands to yourself." He pretends to think. You feel your heart start to beat faster, looking up at him seductively.

"Any ideas, Mount?" A smile slowly spreads across your face as you feel a vibe start to wind its way around your ankle.

"Maybe one." He admits coyly. "Sunbeam?"

"Green light." You chirp.

"Remind me of our safe word." He instructs with a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Cosmos." You smile.

"Good girl," he grins down at you. "Let me know if any of these get too tight, sweetness." Mountain focuses, using his Earth Ghoul magic to cause vines to grow in his room. They wrapped around your wrists and ankles at a tantalizing pace. Seemingly satisfied with his work, Mountain asks you one more time for your color before getting started. His hand ghosts over the inside of your thigh, the tiny shorts you had on giving him unrestricted access to your soft, pillowy skin. You couldn't stop a shiver from running down your spine as his lips brushed over your leg, placing delicate kisses everywhere he could reach. He pushes up your shirt, kissing a trail up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your collarbones. He removes your clothes as much as he can in your restrained position causing you to laugh. His eyes meet yours, both of your faves cracking into bright smiles as you giggled together.

"It doesn't need to come off, it just needs to be out of the way." He reminds you of his usual mantra whenever you are tied up, both of you are too impatient to take the time to remove your clothes. "You look so pretty all spread out for me." He coos with a sharp smile.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask softly. Mountain obliges instantly, leaning down so his lips could meet yours. You nipped at his bottom lip, he chuckled at your playfully defiant action. Kisses trail along your jawline as he runs his massive paws over your exposed torso. Mountain's hands were warm, a delightful contrast to his slightly chilly room, as they massaged the muscles in your thighs. Your back instinctually arches off the bed aa his hot breath fans over your chest. You could tell from his slow, languid movements that he was planning on taking his time with you, planning on driving you almost to the brink of insanity before fully enveloping you in pleasure only he could provide. He drags a claw through the valley of your breasts, tracing along one of their curves before taking it in his hand. You moan softly as Mountain gently pinches the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers. You squirm against the restraints, trying to push your body further into his, desperate to touch him.

"My poor baby." Mountain chuckles, pushing your hips down into the bed as he drops his mouth to your breast. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple, soothing the dull ache from his fingers. He pulls off of you with a soft pop, blowing softly on the damp flesh causing you to whine at the sensation. "I hate to break it to you, Sunbeam, but you have a long night ahead of you if you're already this worked up." He returned to assaulting your senses, delighted by the soft cries that fell from your lips as he covered your body in love bites. He squeezes your thigh, fingers trailing up the inside of your leg until he is aggravatingly close to your soaked core before moving them away again.

"So mean, Mounty." You pout, knowing your attempts were futile.

"Uh-uh, little one," he tuts, grabbing your face in his hand. "You know you're not going to get rewarded acting like that." His threat only caused you to become more aroused. He smirked as he watched you try and pull your legs together, desperate for any type of contact. He situates himself between your legs, sliding his arms around your hips to keep you exactly where he wanted you. He places sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your bare skin, alternating with a few bites here and there to ensure no area was left unmarked. You cry out as he licks one firm, long stripe over your clit without warning, your back arching off the bed as he still held your hips completely still. Mountain let's out an obscene groan as the taste of you coats his tongue. Your eyes meet his, the sight of his blown pupils making his normally warm brown gaze pitch black as his senses are entirely consumed by you. He doesn't hesitate before diving back in, one taste of you alone enough to drive him over the edge. He roughly sucks your clit into his mouth, drawing various shapes over the bud with his skilled tongue. Your first instinct was to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, only to be snapped back in place by the wines that held your wrist. Mountain growled, your focus returned to him with a whine. You knew that look he had. That look meant that you're not going anywhere until he's finished with you. He teased your entrance with his fingers, humming against you as he felt how utterly soaked you were. "So pretty, my Sunbeam." He lays his head on your pillowy thigh, your arousal dripping off his chin. He drank in the sight of you; your face flushed, your hair sprawled haphazardly across the pillows, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you tried to slow your breathing, Mountain couldn't remember a time when you had looked more beautiful.

"Mounty," you whine, "please."

"Have you been good, Sunbeam?" You nod, his sharp fangs glint in the soft light. He notices tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. He sunk his long fingers into you, you keened at the sudden fullness, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watches your expression carefully as he gives you a few preliminary pumps, prepping you to take all of his massive length. He presses one of his large hands flat against your pelvis, allowing him to assault the soft spot inside you that had your vision going black around the edges.

“Mountain.” You sob his name as you feel pleasurable pressure building in your core. You strained against the vines that held you in place. Mountain’s praise crackled like static in your ears as your climax ripped through you, you screamed in pure ecstasy as his fingers fucked you through your high. Mountain was an absolute master at his craft. Expertly tipping you over the edge repeatedly until he reduced you to a sobbing, writing mess beneath him.

You feel his thumb run softly over your bottom lip, puffy from a mixture of his ferocious kisses and you biting at it to attempt, and fail, to keep quiet. “My beautiful Sunbeam, you look just about spent.” He chuckles, caressing the side of your face. You sleepily shake your head.

“Not until you’re satisfied.” You try your best to wink at him, both of you a mess of flustered giggles. You feel the vines loosen around your wrists and ankles, Mountain carefully massages each spot, checking to make sure you’re alright.

“Think you have one more in you, love bug?” You hum softly, reaching out and finally taking your lover in your arms. Your voice cracks in a moan as he eases himself into you. “Fuck you feel so good.” He groans, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your fingers tangle into his hair, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he slowly fucks you. Mountain was a moaning mess in seconds, repeatedly telling you how good you felt and how well you were taking him. You pressed soft kisses to the side of his face, your soft gasps only edging his own climax closer. He was so gentle with you, a sharp contrast from the man who just had you cumming on his tongue and fingers for the past hour. His pace slowly increased until his hips suddenly stuttered to a stop, you moan at the feeling of him finishing inside of you. You hiss slightly as he pulls out of you. Mountain collapses on the bed next to you, opening his arms for you. “Come here Sunbeam, I’ll help you clean up in a minute. You nuzzled into his warm chest, the smell of warm musk and damp earth filling your nose. Mountain strokes your hair as he holds you close to him, you find yourself completely relaxed as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you more, Mount.” You smile up at him.

“I love you most.”

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Tag List: @spookyghostjelly @ramblingoak @kissingghouls @mustluvecho @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @belnovacaine @iamsarahsaysso @ghuleh-recs

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #nameless ghoul mountain #mountain ghost #mountain ghoul #mountain x reader #mountain x reader smut #mountain nameless ghoul #band ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfic #ghost fan fiction #ghost the band #ghost fanfiction #fan fiction

[l4long-winded]

ii. consequences and a lead

summary: sherlock doesn't usually regret things, but he's regretting how he spoke to you. it's not out of the goodness of his heart, however (cavill!sherlock x afab!reader)

reflection: this second part may be the shortest of this mini-series, but i do plan for things to pick up after. the third part is already sitting at over 3,000 words and it's unedited and unfinished. i am excited to see interest going up since i've been thinking about this story for months now. watching it come to life has been a fun and challenging endeavor so i hope you enjoy! please feel free to leave feedback to your heart's desire.

warnings: seamstress!reader, condescending!sherlock, mystery brewing, cursing, suggestive language, somewhat slowburn, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, victorian era (please let me know if there are other warnings i need to add)

word count: 1,834

previously: a sleep deprived meeting

The joints in Sherlock’s knuckles crack as he flexes his hand at his side, jaw squaring off the longer he stands and stares at the golden 221A sitting on the door ahead. He’s not one to be apologetic, and he currently isn’t whatsoever. There always come these instances where he comes off as rude because of how blunt he is and how blatant he can be in his dismissing tone. Misunderstandings occur, bitterness emerging as a result since he’s a problem solver, not a linguist meant for socializing and getting along with others. Because of this, sometimes he’ll say the wrong thing and hurt feelings he never meant to in the first place. Though, he doesn’t turn back on the things he says, not unless he finds he’s logically in the wrong. This is hardly ever the case. He may be inept in reading and coddling emotions, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the mark. That doesn’t mean he’s not right.

In his line of work, there are bound to be feathers ruffled. No one likes to be analyzed, much less when it comes to a crime they’ve committed. You, the one sitting behind this door, have not committed any crime (to his knowledge), but you’re connected to the one he’s investigating at this moment. It’s been two days since you rattled the stairs and confronted him at his flat. He made it very clear how he didn’t want to be disturbed through how he talked and how he disregarded you, how he ignored your complaint about his violin because it was the only thing helping him navigate his proactive brain in this puzzle of a mess. Much like you, he hadn’t slept in a while, which could have caused him to be ill-mannered from the stress building in the background (another thing to ignore), so he didn’t want to rid of the one thing keeping his head together. He could have just gone to sleep to avoid being discourteous and refrain from chiming his violin further, but that’s not how it went down. He’s now suffering from the consequences of his actions, having to wait patiently after he knocks, to which then he would have to answer for his actions, all for a chance at a lead.

He went back to reviewing his evidence yesterday, a day after the incident with you, and he realized the piece of fabric etched with dried crimson at his disposal matched the same fabric of the sleeves adorning your forearms. You didn’t utilize the same fabric on your skirts or on your bodice, he would have noticed this. He has a tendency to notice just about everything and with you… with you it was easier than usual. Every detail matters, it’s the mantra that plays every time he observes someone much more than they need to be. It’s the same one that egged him on to note the color of your eyes, the way your hair fell into your face, and how your chest heaved in the anger you tried and failed to hide in order to file your noise complaint. Where he can restrain himself and dwindle down whatever emotions may lie in him, the little that there are, you are the antithesis. You wear your emotions on your sleeve, the sleeve made out of his evidence, even if the occasion calls for a calm demeanor. Perhaps such a demeanor would have worked with someone else who wasn’t Sherlock, who wasn’t as stubborn about their music and their contemplation.

It’s the demeanor he writes on his face at this moment, willing himself to knock onto the door with a cautious fist that doesn’t teeter on too soft or too hard of a pressure. Either one and you may consider him passive or a brute. He thinks about things like this, things others would brush over since they deem them too simple or too trivial. Nuances can make or break perception even if said person’s perception is unaware of them.

“Be right there!” comes through the door and Sherlock unconsciously begins to time your arrival. He shifts his weight to his right and counts the seconds under his breath, 16, 17, 18, you must be in the middle of something. It could be you’re crafting a dress, or he’s caught you in the middle of lunch, or perhaps you’re tending to a customer at this very moment and he’s interrupted your business. You interrupted his, but from how you didn’t seem to care about his appearance and his name, he knows you’re unfamiliar with him and his work. 34, 35, 36, he couldn’t possibly think everyone in the area knew him, but he would think that at least his downstairs neighbor would. This is a place where it’s easy for infamy to travel. Word gets out through the papers, through his visits to various locations nearby, his legend expanding with every case he solves. But, now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t recall when you moved in. You must be new, certainly. He would’ve remembered… oh, he definitely would’ve remembered you.

Sherlock is about to start the 50s in his counting when your door comes open. He watches the scenery come slowly to him from your flat, his head moving until it stops to see you step through in… in a chemise sans any other form of layering. Your hair is up again, but the strands that have fallen out of the pins are wet and darkened. That’s why it took you so long. You weren’t working on anything nor were you eating—you were taking a bath. And a relatively good one since your face immediately falls upon the recognition of Sherlock, a bright, relaxed grin giving way to a grimace. Something about that is amusing to him, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. Antithesis, remember?

“Mr. Holmes… to what do I owe the pleasure?” You’re mocking in your tone, eyes rolling to the ceiling. Oddly enough, you don’t turn away from him. Your shoulder sags into the door frame, arms crossing against your chest. The dainty fabric draws attention there coupled with the action, swells above your breasts that he immediately turns away from. He’s rebellious in refusing to look despite a curiosity filling him. It’s an unfortunate matter that you’re not the worst thing to look at. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Something about you is pleasing to his eyes, attractive in a way he knows is bound to turn heads had you walked down the length of a pub with suitors tossing waves about for a single glance their way. He’s come across beautiful women in the past, some who have attempted to gain his favor, others who have done so to gain his fortune. You’re a bit different since you’re seeking to do neither and he’s the one who needs something here. The power scales have tipped, and he can feel sweat on his brow thinking of how you can deny him and saunter back into your flat. Back into that bath. Free of the chemise, the gentle steps of your bare feet tracing back to a tub most likely. He smells lavender coming from you and he determines you were trying to relax before he showed up.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, stands straighter and focuses on a spot just above your head. It’s easier than staring since his brain is deducing everything about you without his permission. It has a wreckless habit of doing that, working against him instead of for him. “Excuse me for bothering you, but I’ve discovered something that requires your expertise.” He swallows a knot in his throat when he hears you laugh in what he can only call spite. He stops himself from knitting his eyebrows together, knowing very well how he must be put together if he wants to gain further information. This is one of the routes he saw thinking of how this conversation could go.

“Mr. Holmes, surely you must be joking. My expertise? Really?” Your hand covers your mouth to muffle further laughter so at least you’re trying to be friendlier than days ago, but it’s a futile endeavor. Sherlock can feel the disdain for him radiating off of you and he can’t blame you considering how he acted. He’s still not sorry for it, but it’s understandable. Just like others who were the victims of his observations, you’re scorned and you’re not about to let him forget about it. “After how you treated me the other day, this is the last thing I expected. Not only do you have nerve, but you’re rather tenacious.” You wipe off an imaginary tear from under your eye and then sigh out blissfully once the invasion of the giggles flees. He’s not jovial in the slightest.

“I know how you feel, but this is a crucial endeavor, I can assure you. I’m a detective consultant, you see, and your knowledge may prove valuable in solving the current case I’m working on.” You’re laughing again before he even finishes. The greater good is at stake and you’re laughing. Is this how you felt two days ago? The annoyance surfacing within him is the equivalent of ants crawling in his bloodstream, air he exhales through his nose in the same fashion that a bull about to charge would. This isn’t the time for this, not at all, but it seems your talent is finding a way under his impenetrable skin. He reminds himself to maintain his steady breathing and his impassive expression as you rise taller to evade your disbelieving laughter.

“My apologies, you have a noble profession, but I’m sorry, you’re going to have to find someone else.” Your reply is what he feared would happen. Humans are riddled with emotions and they’re not always positive. He made a bad first impression and now anything he could say would only exacerbate the situation. By your reaction, you’re not taking him seriously and you won’t take him seriously even if he explains the direness of the situation. He already hates disclosing too much to anyone, this was a dud of a visit. If he thought it would get better results, he would have stopped by as soon as he made his discovery yesterday. His options ran too low and he’s reached yet another dead end.

“Fine. I’ll speak to another seamstress, maybe a tailor. Thank you.” He slightly bows at the hip, but it’s barely a motion since he’s aggravated on the inside. The puzzle will be in pieces longer until he can get to his next lead/clue and this just proves he can’t rely on anyone but himself. He pivots away from you before you could respond, before you could say anything else that would inevitably rub him the wrong way. It does little to achieve the desired effect because he hears “Good luck finding one that could think” followed by a shutting door on his way to the staircase.

#henry cavill #enola holmes #sherlock holmes #henry!sherlock #sherlock holmes x reader #enemies to lovers #beyond answers #consequences and a lead #l4l.writes

[highhhfiveee]

okay, this has been my literal roman empire. what if gf!y/n and abby are having a little karaoke moment to a song and mike walks in and sees both of them together, and you can write the rest.

i don’t know why but i can’t stop thinking about it.

remember to take care of yourself 🫶🫶

this is so very cute (,: but alas, for "to crumble" mike and reader, this is but a thing of the past.

tags: "to crumble" mike and reader, foreshadowy fluff (: pretty cute stuff that hurts in retrospect 💔

karaoke therapy

a "to crumble" ficlet.

original fic: 🩹 / additional ficlet, facetime: 🤳🏽

you come over to watch abby on a friday night so you're able to stay with her and mike for the entirety of saturday. your weekends are usually occupied by grading since you're nearing the end of the fall semester, but you're forcing time with abby and mike into your schedule because it's what you really want. life wasn't all about work and bills and adulting; you could do the things you enjoyed if you planned for it and so you did.

you'd driven over with enough haste to get you pulled over, toting enough stuff to last you a day and your excitement, large and beaming brightly in your demeanor. you were jittery walking up the drive, shaking out the anxiety in your body as you knock on the door.

abby answers the door, causing you to shift your gaze downward. she's already in her pajamas, the cute, pink bunny slippers you got her for her birthday donned on her feet. she smiles at you, opening the door further so you can step inside. "hi, y/n. you're just in time, mike made lasagna."

"yeah, it's on the stove. it's slightly burnt," mike calls from down the hall, walking into the living room as he slips his arms through the holes of his security vest. "but we'll say crispy on top instead. hi, baby." he grabs your face, pulling you into a couple small pecks, ones he backs away from with a lazy smile. you twist your lips, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. you and mike hadn't been dating for long, a short but serious four months, and you always felt so dizzy when you saw him, bewildered at the fact that he was your boyfriend. he was so sweet, so caring, hard-working, and unlike anyone you'd dated before. he worked so hard to provide for abby and change his future, and it made your attraction to him greater. he wanted you in that future, and it excited you for what was to come.

"gotta leave so soon?" you pout. mike's eyes soften as you caress his cheek, sighing as he reaches down for his bag.

"unfortunately. traffic's bad tonight, there was a huge crash and i gotta take backroads, howeverrrrr," mike ruffles abby's hair, causing her to grumble and gives you one last kiss, the dreamy, far-off look in his eyes accompanied with a lip bite, "i will see you both tomorrow morning, bright and early. have fun, and goodnight."

mike gives abby a kiss on the top of her head before he exits to his car, and you close the door behind you, dropping your duffle onto the floor. "okay," you announce, placing your hands on your bent knees as you turn to abby. "lasagna while we play board games or do karaoke?"

karaoke wins by a landslide. abby's been loving to sing recently, starting to get more comfortable with her growing vocals. she really only shows it to you, and ever since you've showed her karaoke, you've encouraged her to have fun and try different things; different inflections, tones, anything else she feels like she could do to make it her own. you loved to see her blossom singing in front of the brightly colored, ever-changing lyrics, using her hairbrush as a microphone.

you use your own too, setting it down on the coffee table to take a bite of lasagna and garlic bread while you watch abby sing along to call me maybe. she rocks on her heels in front of the tv, eyes tracking alongside the moving text.

you encourage her between forkfuls, providing her with background vocals and hype, giving her an "okay!" once she gets to the prechorus. she begins to dance, bouncing around the space between the coffee table and the tv. she gives her all to the chorus, making a good attempt at belting the notes.

"you sound so good, abs," you praise, wiping your mouth off on a napkin before grabbing the remote to change the karaoke video. "here, let's try some other ones. eat some food while i find them, 'kay?"

meanwhile, mike is sat in his car, idling behind others on the backroad he decided to take. traffic on these roads had increased because of the crash on the freeway, and there was no way he was getting to work any time soon. he'd been sitting bumper to bumper with these cars for about ten minutes, and he feels irritation creeping up into him, tapping his fingers against the wheel and leaning his head into the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the window. not even listening to the radio helps him, and eventually he just turns it off, succumbing to the sound of bad brakes and purring engines.

his mind floats away with thoughts of you, and how happy you looked he saw you at the house, all giddy and excited to be there. he loved you, loved when you were around. abby did too. you'd both agreed that your presence made the house feel complete, and that's all mike could think about, wondering how to bring up the question he'd been dwelling on for the past few weeks.

he should be home, on the couch watching tv with you and abby, or eating dinner, sat at the table and talking about your days and what hopes you had for the future. what things you found interesting. interacting like humans, having real moments; being present. mike had trouble with that, sleeping so much to keep up with the demand of working overnight. he tried to be there for abby as much as he could, helping her with her homework and making sure she was fed and feeling okay after her school days, but sometimes he felt like it was just an autonomous thing he did, moving on autopilot. the days blended together until you entered the equation, completely breaking up the monotony in his life with your being.

he should be home, not sitting in between all these aluminum machines, breathing in the acrid smells of oil and gasoline.

"fuck it," mike mutters, checking his blinds before pulling a turn off the main road and making his way around all the traffic, heading back towards the house.

freddy's was locked. no one would be around to do anything, no one ever was, and he was sure that it would be fine if he missed one night. he speeds back home, gripping the steering wheel with intent. he has people to get to, time to spend with the ones he loves. life's too short, he ruminates, and there's never enough time for moments of happiness like the ones he gets from you and abby.

he pulls into the driveway, exiting the car with the same jaunty energy you had earlier and unlocking the door with zeal. "decided to come back home. traffic wa---"

"my loneliness...is killing me,"

"and i...."

"i must confess, i still believe..."

"still believe!" you point your index finger to the sky as you hit the note, giggling along with abby as she attempts it too. "when i'm not with you, i lose my mind...give me a signnnnnnnnn," you're spinning around with your brush clutched in both hands, eyes closed and body fully invested in the music. mike doesn't think he's heard you sing before, not so solemnly like this. your voice is beautiful.

"hit me baby---oh jeez, mike!" you squeal in time to the music as abby finishes out the chorus, turning to face her brother as well. he's just staring at you two, jovially twisted lips and crossed arms and this twinkling look in his eye that makes you squirm. no one's ever looked at you like that, and you replace your hairbrush with the remote, stopping the video.

"sorry, i'm just...helping abby expand her iconic pop song repertoire. gotta start with one of the classics." abby nods as mike waves off your apology, setting his bag next to yours on the floor. "yeah, y/n is introducing me to such great songs. i'm really enjoying britney spears. what was that other song we did?"

"toxic," you reply, tucking your hair behind your ear. "that was a really fun one."

"uh huh, it was! it was all---" abby mimics the whiny synth strings, causing mike to laugh, coming around to the front of the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist, twirling you to face him. you place both of your hands on his shoulders, gazing deeply into his content eyes. "let me hear more of your singing, abs," he asks, and she starts the video up again, pretending the small sliver of space where she stands is a professional stage.

mike begins to sway your bodies, slowly waltzing you around as abby's untrained voice soundtracks your dance. "don't know why you were apologizing. hearing and watching you two have fun is the greatest thing ever, baby. love seeing you spend time together."

you blush, ducking your head into his collarbone. "it's just a silly thing i do by myself at home. guess i kinda got abby super interested in it...lots of fun though. lots of fun."

mike is quiet for a while, spinning you around gently. you can feel his heartbeat through his clothes, speed up-ticking with every second. he's looking down on you, watching your eyelash flutter with each serene blink you take, then looking at abby, who's searching through other karaoke videos and humming the melody of baby one more time with a bob of her head.

all mike can feel right now is this moment. he feels every second pass, overly-conscious to the fact that he's living and breathing in this instant. this was the present he'd always wanted to be in, and he doesn't want to let go of it. he wants this forever. his question gnaws at him, chewing away at his stomach, and he finally just blurts it out.

you're about to pull away from him to ask him if he's okay when he whispers, "move in with us." you're taken aback, raising from his chest and staring at him, eyebrows furrowed and lips wrinkled.

"mike.."

"you don't have to answer right now," he clarifies, sighing as he shakes his head. "i meant to ask it as a question, i'm sorry." you chuckle, reaching your fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck. "just...let me know if you want to. i love having you here, abby loves having you here. i know it's still pretty early for us but...we could be a bona fide family, the three of us."

you squeeze mike a little tighter, a sort of answer to his question. there wasn't anything stopping you, truly. his house was closer to the school you worked at, and you could drop abby off at her school in the mornings so mike could get enough rest to pick her up in the afternoons. you could have home-cooked dinners, and spend the weekends together, taking abby to art museums and libraries, theme parks and other attractions.

you really could be a family. you were still young, your relationship with mike moderately fresh, but...the idea sounded nice.

"think about it," mike instructs, pulling away from you and ducking down to look at your obscured face. "no rush, okay?" he steps away from you after giving you a kiss to the forehead, grabbing for your hairbrush. a video for i'm like a bird by nelly furtado has started playing, and mike saddles up to abby, hip bumping her as he prepares to sing. "gonna be your backup singer, that okay?"

"yeah, yeah, just do it well! c'mon, c'mon it's starting! you're beautiful, that's for sure..." you take a seat on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest as you watch and listen, giggling along to mike's off-pitch ad-libs and timing mistakes. abby squeals at him, bursting into a fit of laughter and incorrect lyrics as he tickles at her torso.

you could get used to this, you think. maybe moving wouldn't be so bad.

how cute for it to all just go ka-blammy (,: going to write a part 2 for "to crumble" and i know y'all said y'all wanted it sweet but hmmmm...i think we need some angst. just stay tuned 🤞🏽

faire's seedlings ✿

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#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #faire answers asks #faire is writing stuff #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #this is just so cute and it sucks what comes after it #like writing their past is kind of sick of me #it's not like that anymore and i'm just reminiscing #so are they </3

[aheathen-conceivably]

I really want to start my own legacy challenge and post it here! But idk how to make it look as pretty and as good as you, do you have any tips?

Nonny, first and foremost, thank you! 🥰

While I am usually very happy with the way my posts look now, it wasn’t always that way, and I think the biggest part of this is the process. If you go back and look at my early story posts (and even before that, to my first builds that I posted here) you’ll see that the style and techniques I used then are very different than what I do now.

All too often I find simblrs (and creators in general) will delete or redo their early work. As a perfectionist myself I totally get and share that instinct, but simultaneously I think that looking back helps remind me that it takes practice and discovery that’s still ongoing. I’ll try to help with a few tips I’ve learned along the way, but I truly don’t think there’s any better answer than trial and error!

1. Camera tips and tricks:

First and foremost, always take your photos in tab mode. Even if it’s just gameplay shots, this allows you to get creative with angles and go closer/further away for those detail shots or sweeping landscape ones. On that note, don’t be afraid to take the same photo from multiple angles so that you can look back at them and choose the best one.

Something I read very early on that helped me was to zoom in as close as possible to the shot that you want, and then back away using the S key rather than zoom out. Likewise, avoid zooming in and out and then in again in tab mode, as it can cause distortion in the background. However, there are also times when that distant background looks great, so this is just a good place to start that you can play around with over time. And have fun! Get those detail shots and low angles and things that might not seem like the most obvious shot but somehow work really well.

2. Take time on the details:

Now this is an overarching one because I mean all the details, from the world, to the builds, to interior decorating, to sim details, to their outfits. Now you may only enjoy a handful of these, and by no means do you have to jump in with all of them at once. For me, I really enjoy interior decorating so I put a lot of energy into my sets, that way when I go to take photos the backdrop work is already done. I really try to ensure that the backgrounds of photos are never empty (which is sometimes just clever angles) so this goes a long way to making a post look good and gives the viewer lots of little cues about the sims in the scene.

Likewise, I spend a lot of time on sims outfits. Usually this is in tangent with their personality and where they are in their story, but you’ll also notice small things like characters will not always be wearing shoes at home or an apron/hat will be taken off at an appropriate point in the scene. Small details like this ground a character in their setting and help relate your writing and/or unwritten details to the viewer.

3. Editing:

This is one that I think is really mutable to your personal tastes and goals. I’ve seen some simmers really go above and beyond with unique templates or text while others (ahem, me) will just brighten up or increase the contrast of a shot. I know others will often use photoshop for more detailed editing, but I stick with an online service just to make the brightness and colors pop. Even still, those few extra steps can really balance out the in-game lighting or make a photo even more pleasing to look at, so I really recommend finding something you like if aesthetics are important to you.

4. All the extra things:

Simmers, I think you already know where I’m going with this. Sometimes this game isn’t exactly the most pleasing to look at, so things like lighting mods, swre, or reshade really help you as a creator and can take your screens to the next level. As I’m sure y’all know by now I fought the reshade train for a long time, and even still I can see how this process can be over involved or overwhelming; however I won’t deny that the addition of it to my game is by far the biggest step I’ve taken to making my photos look as good as they currently do, and it has saved me a lot of time on manually editing. But I do not think it’s by any means necessary, and lighting mods are a good place to start for these in-game enhancers.

5. Trust the process

Yes, I’m ending this ramble by reiterating the point I stated at the beginning. I cannot stress enough that it takes time and practice to find your style and the techniques that work for you. I would really encourage you to go back to this post compared to recent ones and look at how different the camera angles and ideas behind the shots are. Changing is okay! Find what you’re really excited about in your images (which for me, y’all may be able to tell from the beginning, was the outfits and set design) and really enjoy that process. It comes through in the images, I promise!

Most of all, don’t feel like you have to perfect your visuals before you start posting here. Community feedback and just the joy of engaging can be such a motivator to continue, and quite honestly, if there is a place to grow your style and content as you go it’s here. People are so willing to help and answer questions as you encounter new roadblocks or ideas, and so starting that network and gathering that inspiration is pivotal to making your content look the way you want it to.

I know that I for one hope you post your legacy, Nonny! I always love seeing new people come aboard and I hope this could be helpful to you 💕

#resources

[misslavenderlady]

My name's Bree. How can I help you?💉📒

Shoutout to @hypocriticaltypwriter for the inspiration!

REF/INFO BELOW CUT 💜💜💜

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Bree 

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 25

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Female She/They

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 5'8

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: ISFJ 

Though very shy around others, Bree has a good head on her shoulders and a kind heart. She values the work she does, making sure to help others as best as she can. Not only does she care about her patients, but she also likes to help out her friends and coworkers. Being useful for a greater good is something truly valuable to her, though it can sometimes get the better of her.

Bree struggles quite a bit with stress. She tries to push herself to a point where burnout is inevitable. All she wants is to be helpful, but it can cause her to feel tired and depressed after the long days of work. She feels guilty about the idea of leaving her field of work, as so many patients count on her care. It makes her feel a bit stuck and frustrated. Her biggest dream in life is to become a writer, becoming the next Bram Stoker or Mary Shelley.

She’s fascinated with romance and monsters, inspired to bring such two complex things together. During her free time, she enjoys writing down short stories that she hopes to get published some day.

Bree is used to blending into the background, not really one to get attention from boys in her teenage years. However, she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and others are starting to notice her more. Since she’s not used to such affection and attention, it makes her quite bashful~

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: Bree is often in her work uniform. As a nurse, she wears a light blue work dress with a white collar, cuffs and belt. Outside of work, she prefers to wear more soft and loose clothing. Usually she wears fun sweatshirts and stretchy jeans with converse sneakers. A special accessory she wears every day is her silver key necklace. It has an amethyst gemstone in the center. 

Her skin is quite pale, as she has to stay out of the sun, lest she want a nasty sunburn. She’s got a dusting of freckles on her face. Her makeup is plain, often just mascara and chapstick. She can’t do a full face of makeup every day, as it would just end up on her face mask whenever she puts it on. 

Bree is more chubby in her features, making her insecure compared to the thin, toned bodies she sees on the Santa Carla boardwalk. However, she’s got several beautiful features and a shapely body. Her hair is flowing and thick with brunette color. She’s got some natural highlights from the rays of the sunshine. She often hides behind her long hair, sometimes too shy to show her face.

𝐉𝐨𝐛: She’s a nurse at Santa Carla Medical Clinic. She works night shifts, as nobody else wants them. Bree is a natural night owl, so it ends up working in her favor. Most of her job is front desk admin work, but she also provides checkups and vaccinations/blood draws when need be. 

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

B (Michael, Sam, coworkers)

My dear, Darling, Beautiful, Sweetling (David)

Baby, Babygirl, Little lady (Dwayne)

Mama, Sugar, Pretty girl (Paul)

Bella, Bellisima, Angel (Marko)

Babe, Baby (Michael)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞?: Bree is in your typical multi-roommate-in-small-apartment setup. She moved out to California with her friends so she could start fresh, and was able to get set up in the basement of the condo they found. Her roommates are usually asleep whenever she’s awake due to their different work hours, which she doesn’t mind. She finds peace in the night time, though she does tend to get lonely. 

Though their home doesn’t have a lot of space, Bree has worked hard to make it cozy. It’s not far from the boardwalk, meaning a lot of shops are within walking distance.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 

Bree has always been a bit of odd girl. Growing up, she found herself in the school library quite a bit. She was too shy to talk to other kids, and was afraid of bullies that would pick on her for being extra sensitive (not to mention they were quite unkind to her and her chubby features). She would often switch back and forth between romance novels and scary stories, finding equal interest in love and darkness. The two began to blend together, and she became attracted to the monsters that were supposed to frighten her. She found sympathy in these creatures, as she knew what it was like to feel isolated and tormented for simply being different. 

A passion for writing her own stories was born, and every chance she got, she would eagerly write down stories of these monsters in her journal. Ones where they would get happy ending rather than tragic downfalls. It fueled her dream of becoming a writer someday, and even when she pursued a career in the medical field, she never forgot her true passion.

She became a bit more confident in herself when she got older, and ended up making close friends. They were very supportive of her work, and were there for her when her mother got sick. When she finished school and got her degree, Bree found out her friends had their sights set on California. The complete opposite side of the country. She was scared of such a massive change, but her family encouraged it, as she would have more opportunities for her writing to get noticed in such an environment. Touched by their support, Bree took the jump and moved cross-country with her friends.

Until she can fulfill her writing dream, she’s working hard as a nurse. Not only does she provide for herself, but for her beloved chocolate labrador as well.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: She’s torn at the moment. On the one hand, she is infatuated with Michael. He’s kind and gentle and very responsible. She admires the dedication he has to his family and appreciates his sweet nature keeping her spirits up. On the other hand, she can’t stop thinking about the mysterious pack of biker boys that she sees in her office now and then. There’s something about them that draws her in. Something dark and mysterious. It’s like a siren’s call, and she’s powerless around them. 

(She wouldn’t mind a poly relationship, but she does have somewhat of an extra fondness for Dwayne, given how good he is with Laddie)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: Bree was able to use her degree to get set up at local primary care doctor’s office. It was there that she so happened to meet Michael Emerson, a handsome guy who decided to pursue physical therapy as a study once he got his GED. He worked part time in between night school, and Bree was completely smitten whenever they had the same shift. He was so doting and kind. A perfect gentleman who never failed to put a smile on her face. Sometimes his mother and little brother would stop by for a checkup or to simply say hello, and Bree found herself adoring them too. 

Michael explained to her at one point that he had a devastating breakup with a runaway girl he met during a past summer. He didn’t like to talk about what led to their breakup, but Bree never forced him to tell more. She was simply happy to be there for him, and she had a feeling that he was starting to open his heart up to her in return. 

However, he wasn’t the only man in her life.

During quieter nights, Bree started to get visits from four mysterious, yet very sexy bikers. They would ask for a walk-in appointment. A cut here, a sprain there, usual stuff. Normally, the office didn’t take walk-ins, but she was happy to examine them on her own. She suspected something was off about them when she found that their bodies weren’t exactly….normal. The stethoscope she used never could pick up a heartbeat. The blood sample she collected looked sparkly in the light. The thermometer always said their temperature was far below what it should have been. 

She was frightened at first…..but soon became intrigued. 

They were all so mysterious and unusual. The four of them watched her with hunger in their eyes. They’d coo sweet nothings to her, offering to take her out for a date or a ride on their motorcycles. Ask her back to their place for a drink. The more she got to know them personally, the more tempted she felt to listen to their call. Bree had the same fascination in the boys as she did with the monsters she read about growing up.

Little does she know that her indecision between Michael and the Lost Boys is more akin to a fight between good and evil~

#tw medical #tw needles #tw blood #the lost boys #tlb #lavender lady rambles #self insert

[misaverawrites]

Favorite Record (Johnny Silverhand x Reader)

tags: kissing, johnny like... kind of has a body but it's still metaphysical, dancing, trespassing, minor crime, Johnny's a lil jealous of River, cursing

summary: You seem to have forgotten your birthday, Johnny didn't,

a/n: i'm sorry i didn't know abt phantom liberty being announced this week but now this is even better and holy fuck I love this man, end sentence, also, I posted fanfiction a day after Queen Elizabeth died. wild.

It had been a while since you’d just done anything for yourself. Lately, it felt like you’d been planning for death, not living your life, that’s why you’d decided to just get into your car and drive. Johnny knew just the place, it was just the right amount of trespassing to be fun, at least in his words.

You drove for a little while, through the neverendingly busy streets of Night City, it was oddly serene, the thumping of your radio and the beeping of car horns being the only background noise that you needed, Johnny materialized into your passenger seat, directing you which way to go.

“Johnny, I swear, if I have to spend a night in a Night City jail cell, I will call River to bust me out, and I know how much you fuckin’ hate River.” You hear a scoff from Johnny, who sits at your side, “If you’re still good at netrunning, we’ll be fine. Now quit complaining, it’s ruining my mood.” Then, it’s silent, and the both of you don’t bother to say anything, besides a few directions, then, you reach an empty, desolate parking lot in North Oak. You begin to walk up a hill, side-by-side. You soon run into a chain-link fence, tall and overbearing, you glance at Johnny who just throws his hands up, before crossing them again, a smug grin on his features. You roll your eyes, quickhacking the keypad on the lock, causing it to click, and fall off. “As I said, we’ll be fine.” Johnny pats you on the back softly, you watch as he walks away, and your chest feels light and airy for just a second until you find it in you to just start walking with him again. Now, isn’t the time for that or for… for him.

You walk up the rest of the hill, Johnny simply popping into view as you reach what must be the spot, You stand behind the North Oak sign, and Johnny smiles at you.

“What is this?” You ask him as he shakes his head, “It’s your birthday, kid. Probably your last might as well enjoy it, even if it’s with me.” Oh shit. It was your birthday, you hadn’t bothered to remember, too busy with everything else in your life. “Gimme your holo,” Johnny says, snatching it from you, the look you give him is quizzical at best that is until he starts playing music. It’s your favorite song, softly coming from the Holo, you smile as you now realize why he’d insisted on bringing food with you guys on this “trip” You watch as Johnny sets your phone, taking your hand into his, dancing seems dumb, but hell, you might as well enjoy this time while you have it.

You stare up at the sky, the evening’s orange bleeding into a purplish color, the stars are more visible now than usual, something you’re thankful for. Johnny chuckles, a rumble in his chest and his throat as you pull in closer to him while dancing, it’s not on purpose but it’s a gesture he appreciates and one he was going to do himself sooner or later.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry… I was a shit to you when we first met.” He says out of nowhere, the two of you still swaying together in the night’s air. You laugh a bit, “You tried to kill me, Johnny, but also, I thought Johnny Silverhand didn’t care what he did.” He shakes his head, his real hand, his human hand running through your hair. “That’s 2020 shit, I didn’t care… Fuck, you gave me a second chance at life. I don’t want to waste it. I don’t want you to waste the rest of your life.” You pull away, looking Johnny in the eyes, “Hey, I’m not wasting it. I’m finishing it in the best way I can, going out in a blaze of glory, and if I get to help you finish yours along the way? Shit, that’s all I can ask.” Suddenly, there’s just something, Johnny’s heart beating heart against his chest, tight against yours and he chuckles ruefully.

“Only took dying and another fifty years for me to get me to tell someone how I really feel about them.” You laugh softly, “Actually, you still haven’t told me just yet.” His eyebrow cocks, “Neither have you.” Then, his lips crash against yours, knocking the wind out of your lungs, even though he truly isn’t there, it’s enough for the both of you. “Hey, Johnny?” You whisper and lay your head on his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heart.

He sways, humming in acknowledgment, as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you, so much. This might just be the best birthday I’ve ever had.” He stops swaying with you and sighs, “Glad I could do that for you, kid.”

#johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand x you #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #fanfiction #x reader #fanfic

[abellaheart-blog]

hello! i hope you’re doing well so far ❤️ i was wondering if i could have some headcanons of the bucci gang with their fem! crush who’s usually on the reserved side when she joins the team but they later find out she’s actually not as reserved? for context, let’s say the reader was hanging out with some of her close friends on one of her days of (i doubt this could happen on a regular basis considering how being in the mafia is time consuming) and when she sees the bucci gang also out in public, she invites them to join the group. the bucci gang initially assume that this hangout with the reader and her friends is gonna be chill and reserved, but NOPE THEY THOUGHT WRONG. they don’t cause major trouble in public, but the reader and her friend group is just a bit…chaotic. at one point, the reader and one of their friends hears their favorite song playing in pubic, and they full on dance to it, not caring if anyone was watching. if they’re out in some parking garage (or a place where there’s barely any people, the group will pretend to make moaning noises (LMAO 😭). and in those apple stores (let’s just pretend this all takes place in the modern world instead of 2001 😂), the reader and her friend group will just go out and change all the computers, phones, ipads, etc. backgrounds into cursed image while laughing about it. yeah, just overall, the bucci gang finding out the reader is secretly hella chaotic (and the only reason she was just reserved was due to how serious being in the mafia is). btw, i kid you not, some of things i listed here were actual things me, my cousins, and some friends did when we hung out. we were at the mall and in the parking garage, for a few minutes, we made fake moaning noises, and we went into an apple store and we changed some of the backgrounds into cursed photos 😂💀 sorry if this is a bit too long haha. ty!!

Author Note: Thanks I'm doing okay, not the best week for me unfortunately. I appreciate your patience I know it took me a while. So this request is fun. I adored this request. Please send more 🤣 Also none of them are allowed to make room for judgement when they're all pretty chaotic themselves. Hope you enjoy the scenarios with each of the members. I decided to do separate headcanons with each of their reactions. For the scene w/ the garage I tweaked it for story purposes but reader and her friends are still going to be moaning lol I found that funny I used to do stuff like that with my friends too.

One more thing. You and your friends kinda reminded me of Mei Lee and her friends from turning red which I loved.

Bucci gang x Crush! Reader who turns out to be surprisingly outgoing & carefree (Modern AU)

Headcanons

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno thinks you’re a perfect addition to the gang. You’re helpful and understanding of him. Giorno is also reserved so he likes to stay by your side a lot of the time.

He developed a crush on you over time as you were put on missions with each other. He got to know you very well. 

One day you asked if he would like to join you and your friends at the mall then a movie after at your friends. Not missing this opportunity to spend more time with you he agrees.

Giorno wore a different colored suit seeing as his usual one was bloodied from today’s mafia work. He wore your favorite color not that you noticed he did.

At the mall you and Giorno headed toward your friend group. He was happy for you because he saw how excited they were to see you. When you introduced him he thought it was nice that they each introduced themselves.

While you’re all wondering the mall you and your friends realize your favorite song is playing and all sing along to it excitedly. You begin dancing along with them. Giorno will give a small smile and he’ll give you a smile when you pull him along to dance. He’ll gladly join.

Your friend needed a charger and decided to buy one from the apple store. More hilarity ensues when you all decide to change all the computers, phones, ipads, and backgrounds into cursed images while laughing about it. Giorno was both curious and amused. I think he’d lightly chuckle about it. He wouldn’t expect the image you all chose but he’s definitely laughing at the scene.

Giorno was surprised by the moaning noises you and your friends made at the empty parking lot. You’re all so carefree and fun. His eyes widened upon hearing your false moans he blushed a bit about it and his mouth is agap (Like this👇) he’ll be thankful no one saw

All in all Giorno is very surprised by some of the actions of you and your friends. He’ll admire how much fun you and your friends have together. He’s going to think it was fun when you all started dancing. He’ll think your singing is cute.

As for his thoughts on you he’ll think that its nice you’ve got a carefree and extroverted side. He wasn’t expecting some of it. He’ll be embarrassed about your false moans and blushes when he thinks about it after today. He hopes you’ll continue to be carefree and extroverted around him.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno respects your hard work you display while on the job with him. He is thankful having another companion such as yourself. Your introverted side doesn’t bother him in the slightest he thinks it’s admirable. 

He develops a crush on you since he enjoys all his conversations with you. He admires your personality and your hard work ethic.

You invite Bruno along with you and your friends to a shopping trip. He had free time on his hands so he gladly accepted. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with you. He’ll be sure to make a good impression on your friends while he’s at it.

He’s happy to see how joyous you and your friends are being together again. They greet Bruno with a carefree, “Hi” or “Hey!”. He greeted them like such a gentlemen they were all taken back a bit but smiled nonetheless.

Bruno was looking at watches while you and your friends were looking at clothing nearby. When a particular song plays in the store you and your friends immediately sing and dance together. Bruno was surprised but he’ll laugh and smile. He thought nothing of it. He’s used to Mista and Narancia doing the same.

At the apple store Bruno didn’t realize you and your friends were switching out the background photos on all the devices. Not his humor but he is smiling at the shenanigans. Nothing new for him. He’s thinking about Narancia about now as he is watching with an amused smile.

At the parking lot with no people around he enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere so when you and your friends loudly moan then laugh afterwards, he’s very shocked. His blue eyes are huge. He was surely surprised by your actions as well as your friends. After the shock he’s going to smile at the fun you’re having. As long as you’re happy he is too. 

Bruno wasn’t expecting your actions today. He’ll make a teasing comment but its light hearted. He will like to see more of your extroverted side in the near future. The fact that you’re so carefree really makes him happy for you. It’s all he desires for his dearest crush.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia thinks you’re a lot of fun to be around. He will think as a team mate you’re reliable and he’s always glad to be paired with you. Your introverted side is very much the opposite of him so he’s liking the dynamic you both have. Your conversations are a lot of fun because of this.

He has such a big crush on you because you’re understanding and patient with him. You’re kind and ready to help. He finds you to be so admirable.

When you invite him with your friends to the mall he’s beaming with delight. He’ll be so excited and gladly accept your invitation. He hopes he’ll get to spend more time with you.

You’re all chatting about when you and your friends pause realizing what song is playing. Narancia is understandablely confused until and of you break out in song and dance.

Narancia will be very impressed he’s going to be joining with his own impressive dance moves. He’ll even do the torture dance to which you and the others are begging him to teach. He happily obliged and teaches everyone outside of the store.

After learning the torture dance you’re all in the Apple store now. Narancia was bored until he heard you and your friends giggling. He notices what is going on and joins in laughter. He’s going to want to help all of you change the background photos of all the devices in the store to cursed images.

Everyone is laughing hard afterwards before leaving the store where the poor apple employees are left with said images on the devices in the place.

At the empty parking lot Narancia is lightly dancing as he’s following behind since he has a song stuck in his head. He does a double take when you and your friends make loud false moans. He finds it absolutely hilarious and is joining in. You and your friends are commending him. They compliment his dancing and hope to see him again.

Narancia is thinking how awesome you are as well as your friends. His crush for you grows deeper and he believes you two would make the perfect couple. He’s brewing up a couple ways to ask you out after today. However he is surprised you’re more laid back and fun than he thought you were. After thinking it over it made since why you’re more serious at work. He’s incredibly happy learning you’re as carefree as himself. He finds it very attractive.

Guido Mista

He’s thinking you’re pretty attractive and bad ass. He’s thankful you’re a good team mate and not some dirt bag mafioso. He’s also super thankful you’re paired with him on missions many times because he gets to flirt with you and tries impressing you. Your fast friends but he also grew a fat crush on you.

Mista grew a crush on you because you’re dedicated to him and the others. You’ll do whatever you can to help. You’re also protective so he finds all these qualities attractive.

You invite Mista with you and your friends to the mall so he’s looking forward to it. He’s going to try impressing you at all costs. He’s also going to make a flirting comment wondering if it’s a date. You don’t think much of it and laugh it off. You explain the plan to him.

At the mall Mista is pretty happy for you. He’s thinking you and all your friends make a wonderful group. He wasn’t expecting it from you or your friend group but you’re all pretty carefree. When they introduce themselves to him they each compliment his outfit. Expressing how they like fashion because it isn’t mainstream. Something he was grinning about since most people mock his fashion sense.

Mista is having a blast especially when he joins in on the dancing when you and your friends randomly decide to do so. Afterwards when you complimented his dancing he offered to teach you the torture dance. You agreed and Mista set up a time with you for a different day together.

At the Apple store Mista is thinking how boring it is until he notices you giggling. When he asks, you explain how your friends decided to put cursed images on all the photo backgrounds of devices in the store. Mista wasn’t expecting it. If the image is funny he’s laughing but if it isn’t his humor he’ll simply say he likes the act in itself and approves.

When you’re all leaving the mall and notice how empty the parking lot is your friends are taking advantage of it including yourself. Mista’s mouth drops at hearing all of your fake moans. He’s particularly flabbergasted by your fake moans. He’s not sure what to say but he does find it funny. He’ll laugh about it later but at the moment he’s stunned. This was the last thing he’d ever expect from you.

Your friends enjoyed his presence and expressed it to him before leaving. They also compliment his dancing. Mista’s ego is definitely boosted.

All in all Mista is pleasantly surprised by your carefree side. It makes his crush for you deepen. He’s wanting to see more of it. He hopes he can get you to be like that more often. He’s looking forward to more dancing with you as well.

Leone Abbacchio

He thinks you’re a blessing to have in the gang because you’re not annoying and get the job done. Your no nonsense attitude is also a plus and he also finds it attractive.

He grew a crush on you when you showed him exactly how you get the job done no questions asked. He also admires your care for him. It’s your best quality yet and he won’t let it go unappreciated though he is a tsundere at times so he’s not going to outright express his feelings to you.

He’s pleased when you invite him with your friends. He’ll simply give you a small grin and a “sure”. He wants to be around you more so this is his opportunity.

When he meets your friends they weren’t what he was expecting. They’re carefree and are giving you a group hug. He thinks it’s nice that you’ve got a group of friends outside of Passione.

He is wondering how you met a bunch of carefree individuals when he notices they’re all looking at him. They introduce themselves with such kindness. It’s very nice.

Inside the mall you’re all looking over a bargain bin while Abbacchio is looking at CD’s nearby. A new song is playing in the store causing you and your friends to gush then dance. Abbacchio is thinking how cute you look dancing but he’s pleasantly surprised by it. He’s blushing about it a bit.

At the Apple store your friends snicker while changing the photo backgrounds to cursed images. You join along upon realizing what they’re up to. Meanwhile Abbacchio is thinking what you’re all up to. He stood behind all of you and figures it out immediately. He simply huffs and leans against the wall. He’ll begin listening to music until you’re done. When he glances up he realizes how fun you’re all having and lightly smiles. When you all notice him you drag him to another store. He’s never been dragged like this before. He’s allowing it because you’re holding his hand.

In the quiet parking lot Abbacchio raises a brow upon witnessing you and your friends making loud fake moaning noises then laughing about it. He’ll be a stick in the mud about it for sure but he’s secretly flustered about hearing the noises you made. He’s excellent at hiding it though.

Your friends tell him they hope to see him again and how happy they were spending time with you as well. Abbacchio thought it was a nice sight seeing you and your friends in a group hug.

All in all he thinks you and your friends are immature but he’s kinda used to it. He did get annoyed when all of you made fake noises but he can easily let it go. However he does think it’s nice you’re all enjoying yourselves. It reminds him of his friends so it’s nice to him too.

He’s surprised you’re so carefree and outgoing a revelation that makes him hope you’ll show that side more around him. He’s wanting to learn everything there is about you. He understands working for Passione can be shitty which is why you’re so serious. It made sense to him and he would like to see more of your true self whenever he can. He’s also not going to stop thinking about how you held his hand.

Fugo Panacotta

Fugo admires your effortless work you do when getting a job done. You’re reliable, loyal, and easy to get along with.

He easily grew a crush on you for all your admirable qualities. He also enjoys being around you.

Fugo was surprised you’d invite him with you and your friends to the mall. He thought it would be a nice trip. Though he would never be prepared for all the chaos that would ensue.

He is sure to shake all their hands and get their names upon meeting them. It was so formal that your friends will be a bit stunned but accept it immediately after.

Fugo thinks it’s sweet how excited they were seeing you. They gave you a group hug. You even held some of their hands.

In one of the stores a song plays and all of you begin dancing to it. Fugo will smile and chuckle when he sees you dancing. You invite him over ready to witness his dance moves. He surprises all of you by being a good dancer. He thought it was a lot of dancing with all of you.

In the Apple store he’ll simply roll his eyes playfully but he won’t say a word simply nod your direction while you and your friends change the backgrounds to all the devices. The cursed images made for a funny site to see. All of you were laughing. Fugo thought it was nice to see you so carefree and extroverted. He never got to see that from you before. He’ll smile despite how ridiculous he thinks the situation is.

Later on in the parking lot your friends start letting out fake moans and you join in and do the same. Your laughter made him blush but your false moans turned his face into a red hue.

Fugo never suspected you to be this carefree it’s fun but also a pleasant one. He’s not sure how to react at first but after he collects his thoughts it’s admirable to him despite not having the same humor. Your friends give him goodbyes before leaving. Fugo kindly returns the goodbye.

All in all Fugo will think it’s nice you’re carefree and outgoing as you are. He wished he knew sooner so he could dance with you more. He will work on bringing that more out of you. He wants you to express yourself always and is ready to support it.

#team bucciarati #bucci gang x reader #jjba headcanons #art not by me #art not mine #request #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #bruno bucciarati x reader #guido mista x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #panacotta fugo x reader

[im-fckn-threaded]

Hey, I know this blog is about knitting and the people following me would like to see knitting stuff, or so I guess. But I'm also a transportation engineer and urban planner by day and there is a lot of cool stuff out there that I thought some of you might want to see.

Therefore, HIGH LOOP be upon ye (image is clickable and takes you to the project website):

This is the Puji Road Bridge in Shanghai, that is supposed to be transformed into an elevated park "offering a unique urban journey". It connects the districts of Zhabei and Jing’an. From an architectural point of view, this walkway is fun, creative and has a unique and interesting aesthetic. The different colors are supposed to indicate different functionalities. Yellow indicates social activities like sitting and chatting or gastronomy. Magenta areas are supposed to invite the pedestrians to meander and enjoy the view of the river and cityscape. Green is a fast lane for scooters and bikes. And blue is just the background color and space for pop-up stores or event space. Cool cool....

I had to do a bit of digging around on google maps, but this is what it currently looks like and on the other side what it is supposed look like one day:

Except, from a transportation engineering perpective this thing is a nightmare!!! You wanna know why? Safety and order! Three things are just going to cause lots of issues and that are the colors, the road markings and the assigned spaces for the different groups of road users and the way they mingle.

The following is not supposed to be bashing cool new concepts for the fun of it, but is based on serious knowledge and experience from a professional and practical point of view.

We know from experience and recent research, how pedestrians decide where to walk. For example by sending them through a virtual reality environment or using eye tracking technology in the real world. Generally they are the ones most sensitive to detours, because they are the slowest group of road users. So, red is for pedestrians? Imagine being the wheelchair user or their companion in the lower right corner of the picture, having to walk the red line:

First of all, noone in their right mind is going to do that, not even when taking a walk and taking in the scenery. That's going to take forever.

Secondly, we know that pedestrians as well as any other participant in traffic need some kind of visual aid to know, what their designated space to use is, where does other participants' space begin and end etc. Even on streets dedicated to cars only, we need a division in lanes, as soon as a certain width is reached. That creates a feeling of safety and also gives people a general sense of order (which is what the brain wants in almost all kinds of situations in life). Usually in urban and transportation planning we try to work with axes. This bridge, I don't even know where to place this in terms of axes. There is not a single axis. You have to change direction all the time or you bump into something. Everything is all over the place. Look how many times the different paths cross. And then they want to let city scooters drive there? And what is that green line in the middle of the road? The murder lane? Dissecting the entire space into three parts, so you have to cross even more times, from left to right, from the yellow sun loungers on the right to the yellow sitting area on the left (which is probably catering or a pop-up store or whatever), from one view point to the sitting area? There are these flower pots (seemingly random), sometimes round, sometimes oblong. And people walking on the blue parts???? Which are dedicated to what exactly?? Just think of how annoying it is to walk somewhere and having to bypass even the smallest obstacle, inconveniently placed.

Lastly, no road marking on the entire thing looks like established standards. Most people don't even know the meaning of road markings, they don't see very often. Let alone something they have never seen before. What is the difference between the red and the white dashed line? Why is the white one left and then right on the fast lane? Why does it stop and start again in the middle of nowhere? Does it make a difference for me and my scooter, where the white stripes are? Where do the bikes go, whre the scooters? What if you are faster and have to overtake? And why do the stripes suddenly stop and the regular doted line divides the lanes?

I dream of this design at night and wake up crying. But it's fun to look at.

#urban planning #urban design #transportation engineering #pedestrian walkway #not knitting

[thekingwhowouldhavebeen]

Anakin Headcannons Part 3

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Welcome to Part 3 of my Anakin Skywalker Headcannons! The other 2 parts are linked above, and as always please mind the various triggers. Both cannon typical and those that are mentioned in my previous posts! Please read those first since I may be referencing some previous headcannons!

Some things may be dipping more into the AU category, but still very cannon! 

Anyways, lets get started!

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-Ashoka actually likes doing makeup, but never really on herself since its a lot more difficult to practice on herself. One day she asked Anakin if she could practice on him and of course, he accepted. At first, she was pretty terrible but now she has done some really good looks and even as a small secret business going to help other young Jedi Padawans learn. Or just doing their make-up for when they are sneaking out to go to parties. Obi-Wan just looks the other way.

-Speaking of Make-up, Anakin does really like to be pampered. Ashoka convinced him and Obi-Wan to go to a nail salon and while Obi-Wan wasn’t a huge fan, Anakin loved it. He always lets Ashoka pick out the colors, and its a really good way for them to bond (and get Anakin to relax for even a little bit). If Padme has time, she also loves to join as well. Unfortunately, the nail polish doesn’t last very long, especially during the middle of war but its a nice break for a while.

-Anakin enjoys cooking! He often is usually the one in charge in the kitchen while Obi-Wan is banned from the kitchen due to either burning things, dropping things or just cutting himself. Ashoka however helps a lot, and is really good at trying new spices or finding new recipes. Obi-Wan has resigned himself to becoming the designated taste tester.

-Anakin has once become incredibly offended over the fact that Artoo said C-3PO was his best friend and didn’t talk to the astromech for a week. It took Artoo having to create BFF friendship bracelets (with Ashoka’s help) for Anakin to forgive him. He still holds the bracelet in his storage compartment. Obi-Wan watched with genuine confusion before just accepting that this was his life.

-Anakin, on many occasions, has experienced Gay panic. Padme and Obi-Wan thinks its hilarious. Especially when he’s all flustered and embaressed when someone his hitting on him in the bar. And yes, while he normally doesn’t LIKE being hit on, that’s usually on missions or when Anakin is not in the mood. Having a night out with Padme or Obi-Wan makes him much more relaxed. That and he can sense that they aren’t like the people he knew when he was young. Or like Palpatine. 

-Anakin doesn’t really like kids all that much. 1. Cause he ever really had a proper childhood so he genuinely doesn’t know how to act around them. 2. He has no patience for them sometimes. 3. Also because of not having a good childhood, he sometimes feels really envious to them. He wishes he had what they had. 

-Anakin is very good at dancing! However, he doesn’t really like it all that much. He’ll dance for Padme or Obi-Wan, but he doesn’t really do it for fun. 

-Anakin loves listening to the violin. Whenever he is having a really hard time sleeping, he’ll play violins in the background. 

-Anakin didn’t talk for 3 weeks when Ashoka left. He was utterly devastated and never before did a hole in his heart hurt so much. There was empty space left when Ashoka disappeared, and while at first he did feel angry, he then became sad. Defeated. Broken. Other than Obi-Wan, Anakin truely felt like their was nothing left to the order. It was then that Anakin’s trust in the council, the jedi, was broken. Cause no matter how much they hurt him, he could never forgive them for taking Ashoka away. 

-Anakin almost left with Ashoka. She told him to stay. “You have Obi-Wan” she would state. “He needs you more than I do. We’ll see each-other again Skyguy”. Next time they saw each other, they were enemies. 

-I love the idea that Anakin is some form of God or Eldritch being in a way. He just never fully realizes HOW powerful he actually is. No one else realizes either. Most of it is because Anakin is terrified of himself sometimes. Throughout his Padawan years, he often had to pretend that their were somethings that just didn’t come easy to him after getting lectured a lot by Teachers and Obi-Wan. The force is just so natural for him to control that people believe he’s cheating somehow. And when the Darkness overtakes him? No one realizes that it pretty much kills everything Anakin was. It’s the first time that the force completly overtakes Anakin, and all that was left is just a force being, not Anakin. He was now fully submerged and held no control of it. It was only until Luke that he was able to gain enough strength to pull himself out.

-There was a temple that Anakin went to when he was young. A temple that had their force abilities turn against them. To learn how to defend themselves when the force is gone, when the force resists. Anakin almost died the moment he stepped in. He never went back.

-Speaking of how much the force can overwhelm Anakin, there are many moments when things become TOO much for Anakin. He’ll start bleeding out of his nose, his mouth and eyes and ears. The only way to stop this is to put a force inhibitor collar on him. He’s usually left in the medbay for a week or two afterwards.

-Force Inhibitor collars don’t work the same on Anakin as they do on everyone else. Anakin still has a lot of access to the force, its just wild and uncontrollable. There has been only one time he has been completely cut off from the force, and it almost killed him. It was a punishment from Palpatine. 

-As we know, Anakin was heavily groomed by Palpatine but theres a lot more to it than that. Palpatine often abused him heavily, emotionally destroying him through humiliation. He may wanted to groom Anakin’s hatred, and anger. However, he first wanted Anakin to fear him. To fear him MORE than anything else. He does physically abuse him, but its much more rare and its when Palpatine loses control. Anakin always just says its due to clumsiness and no one questions. 

-Anakin sometimes has too much energy, to the point where Obi-Wan tells him to run around the temple or wherever they are until he’s tired enough that he’s not bouncing off the walls anymore. Anakin also puts up much stronger sheilds that day since more often then not, its the force leaking into him. 

-This is very much an AU HC, but Anakin can’t die. The force has refused it. His first death was when he was 6 years old after an incredibly harsh punishment from Watto. 

-Continuing the one above, he has also found himself trapped in a water planet. Constantly drowning until he was finally able to find land. Obi-Wan and Ashoka thought he was dead. Anakin just pretended he was stranded until he was able to find a way to contact them

-Anakin is the best person to go to, if you wanna sneak out of the temple. As much as Obi-Wan has tried to find Anakin's secrets, it never works and he is always left confused on how this is happening.

-Anakin is incredibly protective of the clones. He has on multiple occasions gotten in trouble from starting fights. Usually punching someone who was talking trash about the clones. 

-He hates that Clones are pretty much slaves. He firmly declares to the 501st that they are allowed to disobey, they are allowed to call him out for a bad call, they are allowed to question. They will NEVER be punished for their failings. And Anakin does this for every new shiny as well. While under his command, they will never feel the way he did. Many clones hope they can end up in the 501st

-Ashoka didn’t have the same mindset at first when she became Anakin’s Padawan. It was the first and only time Anakin was genuinely truly angry at her. He almost decided to not have her as his padawan, before calming down and deciding to teach her to be better. She quickly learned and apologized once she realized the error of her ways.

-Anakin, during his Padawan days, was drugged once. He was pressured into sneaking out for a party, and one of the Padawans gave him a drink. Which of course was drugged. Lets just say they wanted their way with him, but he was able to push them off (eventually) and called Obi-Wan. He tried to tell Obi-Wan what happened, but his master never believed him. Thinking he willingly took drugs and decided to go off and party. Anakin never bothered to correct him. He was just happy a year later that padawan was sent to the agricorps, never to be seen again.

-Anakin never really got a long with the other padawan’s and jedi. He was too old. To emotional. Too...much of anything that they never really liked him. Either he was bullied or ignored, or often made fun of when he struggle with writing and reading. So he often kept his distance. The only reason that situations like mentioned above is because of Obi-wan pressuring him to make friends. Understanding that their are bullies, but struggling to understand just how isolated Anakin is.

-Anakin has known Obi-Wan wasn’t a good teacher for him. He could never understand things the way Anakin needed him to. He critizied when Anakin needed encouragement. He punished instead of rewarded. And for a long time, Anakin thought Obi-Wan was his master. In the slave sense. He knows better now, but he can’t help the small moments of terror when Obi-wan gets angry.

-Obi-Wan rarely gets angry, and Anakin has learned not to show emotions when that happens. To push down the feeling of fear. To push away the need to cry. To ignore the deep sting of humilation when Obi-Wan yells at him in front of the clones. Or worse...Ashoka. He feels an even greater shame when Ashoka steps in to defend himself. However, the things he hates the most are Obi-Wan’s apologies. After all, he was right to yell at him. Obi-Wan is never wrong.

-Ashoka asked Anakin why he seems to just shut down whenever Obi-Wan is angry at him. He never gave her a proper response.

-Vader is both happy, and sad that Rex never turned. He wished that rex was with him both as Anakin Skywalker, and Darth Vader. He wished he was there for his worst moments. He wishes he was still here, as his captain. But he knows better, he knows how selfish that is. Now he just hopes Rex is with Ashoka, and that they are both okay.

-Anakin genuinely feels safe around Rex. He’s one of the few people he fully relaxes around, and feels comfortable enough to show emotions beyond what he should feel as a Jedi. He knows more things about Anakin than even Padme or Obi-Wan does. More often then not, it takes a LOT for Rex to hold himself back and not give Obi-Wan the punch to the face he deserves. Especially when Anakin told him horror stories of things he experiences as a slave, as a padawan and even as a knight that Obi-Wan never believes. 

-In turn, Rex shares to Anakin his insecurities. His doubt of the Jedi and the Republic. “For if they could do the things to you, why would they ever care about us?”. Anakin is always silent then. But he does his best to comfort. Rex hopes Anakin died quickly after Order 66.

-Anakin often overthinks too much. He tries not too, but this boi is filled to the brim with anxiety and worry. (Probably has some form of anxiety disorder). He tries his best to not show it as he seen how much Obi-Wan tries to lecture him out of it, and how much it annoys Ashoka. At least, he doesn’t verbalize his worries but instead mentally prepares in case anything goes wrong.

-The thing that vader is the most angry at Obi-Wan for, is not killing him on Mustafar. Well, the thing Anakin is the most angry for. He wished he died amongst his fellow Jedi instead of the Dark Side consuming him. He wished Obi-Wan saw something was wrong. He wished Padme knew what was happening with Palpatine. He wished...and wished...and wished. 

-He was just happy Luke was okay. And Leia. He is so proud of them, and so grateful that he was able to gain control back before he ‘died’. Now he wanders the galaxy alone, making sure nothing ever controls him again.(Going back to the AU that Anakin can’t die). Finding new ways to heal, to leave the suit once he realize how much palpatine forced him to stay inside. He was still scared, still limbless. But at least he could start, slowly returning back to the way he was. Or close to it. With the force’s help. The force was...almost apologetic for what it did. Even the force makes mistakes.

#obikin #Anakin Skywalker #Anakin hc #anakin blurb #headcannons #sw headcannons #star wars #prequel era #ashoka tano #obi wan #padme #captian rex #darth vader #slavery #child abuse #child neglect #drugs #cw

[mejomonster]

Okay I started A Dream of Splendor and I'm liking it way more than I thought?

Caveat: it feels somewhat historical realism and that's not my usual genre so i am watching it as a fish out of water. But for what it is, I AM enjoying its story and the characters feeling like real people who could've existed or if in this time I could've met, being less perfect and Fantastical than romance cdramas tend to usually be

This shows intro music didn't catch me. Not necessary, but when intros catch me 90% of time I love the show. So this show needs to offer me more lol. The intros colors and image choices scream romance (horrifically possibly Fluff romance) and I hate those usually so I did Not vibe with it

The actual intro scene I DID vibe with though. Nothing to get me invested like a terrifying man with secrets, involved in fucked up stuff that I HOPE will be in the plot, implying future action scenes and political thriller (at least I fucking hope so). All things indicating this may not be a fluff romance. So I'm already way more on board

The choice to have both main girls fight in the teahouse? EXCELLENT. I realize heroines in shows can't always fight, and there's interesting angles for characters that don't. But me personally? In a historical, I like a woman who does protect herself and fix rhe problems HERSELF. I like that it showed our heroine is a woman who decides to do what she chooses, fight if that's what it requires, then commit with no regrets whether she wins or loses, lives or dies. She's stubborn, decided in her beliefs and choices, and I can deeply respect that. It's a good opening for her. It gets her in a fight with Shady Guy, but that too is a good show of how she picks her views and doesn't throw them away in fear while still trying to think of how to Get Through situations. It's impressive her bravery dealing with him, and I think honestly her resilience and commitment to her beliefs may have impressed him. Now he did insult her for being a tree that doesn't bend (if you don't compromise or accept you may need to pick another way/less deadly way you will be more likely to break when things go against your plan - which is fair enough, not bad advice though he delivered it rudely with a threat). But I do think it's rare anyone would rather die in front of him than suck up to him lmao.

I like him. Yeah he seems like an awful guy. Fun romantic lead concept though. Fun lead. I like that he clearly has his position and worldview and way of living (he breaks people until his outcome happens by any means - and he threatens her until she makes him tea). And she does too, they're strong characters written to be characters Before they're written to "accomodate" matching up with the other or accommodate some fluff trope some shows would slap in and use to drive the romance. I DO have an urge to see how the fuck these two end up allies, friends, lovers somehow. I do want to see how such strong personalities influence and change each other. It's a good premise for a story that connects two people and I'm intrigued.

I don't love rhe choice to make her a former noble (just because I am so desperate for a commoner/rich or commoner/commoner historical or historical fantasy since ALL I fucking ever find is rich/rich noble/noble. and while her backstory as a slave makes it a bit more like she has a much different background than him, and her being a merchant is Some Money but not "lives in the capital" money - all things I appreciate. It's just. It's still ultimately she is from a similar background once upon a time. I'm a bit tired of it. I'll tolerate it cause I truly can't find any alternative ;-; but please rec me if one exists. I tolerated only-royal heros in The Secret of the Three Kingdoms and loved that, and in Goodbye My Princess. But just... generally I still am craving commoner/noble or commoner/commoner. I'd like THEIR historical romance and what it'd be, a story making it as important and grand as any empress love story.). I do appreciate at least so far they both seem middle-upper class so it's not like empress/emperor (but who knows if it'll change). I DO like that the majority of her past has been as a pariah and then regular woman trying to earn a living and get her lover a better job and have work friends. It's grounded and I much prefer it to the noblewoman mold in these shows (but I realize that's a personal me thing lol)

I love the general presentation of our main girl. She isn't innocent, naive, or openly trusting. She's not the Goodbye My Princess or The Wolf type. She's a woman who's perfectly aware of the real world and it's fucked up parts from way back when it destroyed her family, She's level headed about her sisters/friends and even a bit ornery (very much like real people), she goes to handle shit herself, just overall very to my kind of preference as a character. So I like her and the lead guys potential as characters.

I LOVE the sets. Again the opening made me think itd look like 200 other historical costume cdramas. And to be fair so far the costumes aren't that unique. BUT the show looks eons better than the opening. Some of the shooting sets look shot in real locations not green screen, the village her teahouse is in particularly looks very beautiful by the river and like a real place people would live in. The ships in the harbor in the background of scenes I LOVE. The carriage rolling away out of frame, the boats going up and down the river like it's a usual everyday thing, people washing their dishes and doing chores. It feels grounded, lived in, with fairly natural clothing colors and simple costuming (as far as wigs looking like ways people may actually wear hair and clothes not so fancy they take you out of the fantasy you're watching historical). Aesthetically its subtle, but very natural, good lighting choices and set piece choices and little everyday details included, that make it feel SOLID grounded historical more than costume drama ramping things up fantastically. I'm not sure if it was expensive or cheap, but I've seen dramas with similar levels of costume detail that look WAY faker and not historical or remotely like even a "real life" vibe. So kudos to this show for making me feel I'm really just seeing some story about people hundreds of years ago. It's nice. Kind of a Pride and Prejudice feeling.

Love the focus on the female characters.

Again I gotta emphasize so far I like the hints of political thriller/Danger in the plot (I genuinely need them to get into a show so it's good they're here), and that so far the women all make choices I'd honestly prefer they did. I know women characters don't Need to match my preferences to be good. But at the same time? A big reason The Secret of the Three Kingdoms clicked wirh me SO MUCH is because a woman is the mastermind of the fake emperor, a widow princess is an assassin in one of the key political thriller plots, a whore is manipulating even the Key policial manipulator, Caos daughter even naive as she is also makes choices I think are in line with her kind of raising, even the pregnant consort who dies I felt was really Driving her own plot and just generally all the women on the show felt as on equal footing as the men in terms of Driving the plot and influencing it and Taking action rather than only Reacting. So far in A Dream of Splendor, I'm getting the same vibe. Even our naive dumb musician girl is TAKING action to marry, thinking of her future plans, fighting for what she wants trying to convince her sister, life is not only Happening to her but she's Driving her own life. While that may ideally be true of many female characters, not all shows actually write things that way or give the effort to depict it visually so the audience knows. Theoretically any woman in a historical drama getting just married is a Driving factor in her decision making of it (or her decision to let go of control and do as others say, which is its own internal inner story if the writers/visuals care to actually depict it). But in reality there's a number where it's just "she was married" or "i got another concubine" and I think maybe why I like stuff like tsottk and Jade Palace Lock Heart (even with how cruel the women sometimes are in it) is that I can see THEIR pov on why they're making their decisions or why they've fallen into becoming pawns from Their pov. They aren't ever relegated to props for a story, they ARE the story. They're Driving it, their pov is shared with us, and I personally prefer that.

I have 10 minutes left of ep 1 and fear for main girl walking into a fight she wasn't meant to stumble into

And finally: I know I sound harsh, but really just consider it me disliking the intro vid to the show lol. So far I've very much liked ALL of the actual episode. Very strong opening with good main characters, grounded setting I can get lost in and feel, solid writing decisions indicating a character arc focus, interesting setup.

#a dream of splendor #lb

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Any headcanons for Nyo!Canada?

I’m going to headcanon her name as Violet Matthew’s because I think it works for her. And I was unable to find a common name that people call her I just looked it up on the Hetalia Wiki and the fandom seems to not have picked a name for her soooooo. Here we are.

An absolute sweetheart with a heart of gold 🍁

Her home is decorated with all Sanrio, large stuffed teddy bears that are dressed in red and white ribbons with maple leaf charms.

Her closet definitely has a plethora of berry, bunny, and teddy bear-themed sweet Lolita-Fashion clothes. She attends tea parties with Alice in them and is active in her community of frilly friends.

She’s talented at sewing and embroidery. She even crafts some of her own hats and hair accessories.

She makes the most fantastic baked goods and of course, her famous Maple pancakes that never fails to light up the face of any who try. The soft fluff of the pancakes mixed in with the fresh butter that is made by a local farmer pulled together with the fresh farm eggs will make you pause and relish in the delightful flavor.

She can be timid unless she’s accompanied by her loud and rambunctious sister Amelia. Whom also gives her lessons on how to be brave. She’s learning slowly. But she still likes to keep to herself with her cat and talking bears up in the Canadian woods. She goes shopping every so often at the local markets down below in Saguenay, Québec .

She definitely stargazes on most nights when nights are calm and quiet and she enjoys the sound of the calm crisp winds that whistle past her ears. She also lights to watch her fair town illuminate at night with colorful lights that grace the river beside it. It’s where she does find her inspiration to create and comes up with new ideas to create embroidery patterns. She also does a little bit of light sketching while she lets her mind wander on the rooftop.

She enjoys the festivals that are put on ear year but her favorites are: The International Rythm of the World, FIAMS Festival des arts de à marionette a Saguenay, and Festival des Bières d’Alma. (She does like to get swifty from time to time with Beer or wine.)

She’s talented at ice skating and does beautifully executed Salchow jumps, Axel jumps, and her favorite : the Quadruple Axel. (Anya definitely helped her learn these moves together the two of them look like graceful swans.)

Her favorite musical artists are Taylor Swift, Porter Robinson, Benne, Shawn Mendes, to name a few. And yes, she totally dances around in her home and has fun with that for hours.

❤️ Her Psychology & Relationships ❤️

She can be co-dependent on her older sisters Amelia and Alice when they come to visit. What that looks like is she’s overly apologetic when Amelia or Alice cause a ruckus with their antics. Alice when she summons demons and it causes some poor shop owner, or anyone who may have been rude to have a haunting until she can get an exorcist or Alice herself to reverse herself. She even comes to the person who has been at the back end of the curse to bring them flowers, sweets, and an apology letter. When it’s Amelia, she usually has to apologize to anyone foolish enough to challenge her because they will usually end up in the hospital or sometimes dead.

Amelia somewhere in the background: “IT HAPPENED ONE TIME, DAMN IT AND IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”

Viloet’s mantra in her head is something to the effect of if they’re upset about something she will do anything to fix it even if it’s something that is out of her control or not even her fault. She wants the two of them to approve of her and her activities constantly. It’s a hit or miss usually when she presents new trade deals, treaties, or economic plans when at world meetings. Violet does have to practice in a mirror for at least an hour or so before she goes to any world meetings. Her anxiety dictates that she has to do so unless she feels like she’ll fail miserably if she doesn’t. However, if you do listen closely she does quiver a little bit.

Her anxiety also applies to some of the things that she crates if she doesn’t deem it perfect then she won’t post it on her Pinterest or other social media that she uses on occasion.

Violet is close friends with Anya they are able to meet up every six months or so for a week to go shopping, go to a convention, go to a spa, and other fun things they do together and keep it on the down-low. Anya to some degree acts as her confidence coach and teacher her to stand up for herself by having rage room sessions and giving her tips on how not to give into her overbearing anxiety.

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[phasebun]

Heyooo :) Enjoy your trip, friend! Just passing by, like the other anons, to thank you for sharing your wonderful BG3 OC creations with us! They are one of a kind AND top notch, indeed. Was wondering, how does the 'creative' process for each character start for you/what inspires you? How long does it take to come up with the 'final' result so to say? What are your favorite BG3 OCs that you've created/the one that took you longest? PS: that mods list/non-personals would be RLY appreciated <333

You are so sweet to meeee ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡♡♡♡!!! Thank you for such kind words, I hope a great laugh comes your way and you laugh so hard, you can't breath, and you end up just laughing more, a good laugh ♡ no but tysm!!! It's really fun to me and it kinda catches me off guard but it's heartwarming that you enjoy my chaos as well.

[long post---should I even keep saying sorry at this point x.x]

I’ll try not to trail off and really just answer your questions LOL I love my beans so much.

My creative process is a bit sporadic tbh. I'm unsure if you meant their design or their "lore" so I'll assume design (me after flipflopping more times than I should've)

I can be mid-game and something I want to try will pop up. I always keep their classes in mind (I like experimenting in combat) and dnd lore ( I have NO clue until bg3, minus what most would know/most viral info about dnd lore). Sometimes I can see a mod I like, and instantly want to make a character off of it. ( Both Illios and Ik’mil was birthed cause of the Myrkul scar being made and I went "I gotta use this". lmao (that and I was already in love with the idea of siblings being tadpoled together.

Honestly, I just let my emotions/mind tinker at their designs. Once I know what kind of OC I want (who they are/race/at least a detail of their past), I fit their design off of that. Music also helps me figure out the direction I want to go for their appearance. Music helps me creatively in many areas, especially music without words. I really can't figure out a way to put it other than I just let the energy I feel carry over LOL Dnd lore helps me a bit in their design as well.

My inspiration for their design usually comes from the lore I give them tbh as well as dnd lore/the actual lore within the game itself. When I make them I keep in mind: color combos I enjoy, aesthetics, subcultures, etc. I do enjoy the story, I just create my own world within it. I usually search for mods to fit the identity I need them to portray if I can't work with what I have. And I MILK what I have. I want my OC to fit the narrative of taking over the brain, but in my eyes (now that I've played for 1k hours), the number of people being tadpoled was more than just the few we meet in the pods. So anybody could've landed.

Their design also has to fit the personality I've given them, and I tend to use pieces of my own and the personalities that I know lol~ It’s all perspective to me/my imagination is really in control lol so much fun personally-

My "final results time" honestly varies tbh. Ares was so instant cause I knew immediately the look I needed for my first guy Durge. Green skin/orange hair. I HAD to have someone with green skin and I've done so in multiple games with character creation LOL idk. From there, I just experimented with shades and such until he came together. His lore grew as I developed him/who he is. (Yi’laae was pretty easy as well since I was just editing an origin chara at the time—her actual background honestly came to me down the line lmao). I just knew the image of a princess I wanted my prince to have. Plus, after looking into the lore of Tymora and clerics/etc--it all came her image grew/developed. Sometimes I'll start with a place they're from within dnd/how someone in that world would exist and build from that.

Some final results for problem characters will take about 3?ish days maybe. From experience so far. It could be lack of resources (increased by my own doing), something not clicking/no bond whatsoever~ etc. Sometimes, some OCs are literally just birthed cause I wanted to create a new character, and their design came out yummy. So now I want to build them up even more, think about who they could've been, etc.

Solene didn't click for the longest. I couldn't settle on a face and an energy for her. I knew the aesthetic I wanted, so I had to love her look. (I've had a lady Durge before, my first playthrough, so I also needed Sol to be diferent) Ra'mi was difficult as well after making a monk OC I fell in love with. ( Ra'mi HAD to exist because I am a bunny mom who is IN LOVE WITH HER SWEET BUN BOY ♡) . I reaaaally need to love my OCs so they have to fit my preferences. Guys are much easier for me than the girlies because of my own doing ngl.

Choosing just one OC is sooo hard. I'll put their lore to the side and only focus on design, and even then that's hard. I'll answer this emotionally LMFAO sooo-- Illios tbh. I was stuck on an older brother for Ik'mil, who was already a Necromacer of Myrkul, the Lord of Bones. Diablo 4's necromancers are sooooooo well designed. My bf had one tbh. ( Diablo 4 has some reallllllllyyy amazing character designs in general to me~~ I used the soundtrack to make some of my OCs lol).Illios isn't as decayed/looks different in different lighting, but I love love love how he came out. Especially as my cleric of Myrkul ♡

I really love Paemon's design as well. He’s really just shades of colors I love, especially the greens, with an added horror I like.

ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ♡ ♡ ♡ I appreciate you

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[kathyprior4200]

Not so distant spirit communication in the 21st century

2067 – SoulPhone, SoulSkype, SoulText are invented, KathyPrior is 72

“SpiritSpeak™ – Just A Thought Away”

 KathyPrior: Back when I was young like you, especially when I was a kid, I had no idea an afterlife existed, let alone that spirit communication would be possible. Many mediums in my day were frauds but a few genuine ones changed my life. Back then, much of society was either certain of Heaven and Hell, or nonexistence after death. Only the various mysteries of NDEs and meditations seemed to give hints of an unknown world. Even when I taught afterlife/consciousness studies, it was all just getting started, like the beginning of the Internet. Now, thanks to endless research and finally proof of the afterlife, we can talk to souls on the phone, text them, and even see their energy world like the mediums of my day…with the technology that used to be so expensive and only for rich psychics and researchers. It has changed history and the perspective of death as we know it, good and bad. For the first time after thousands of years, humans were beginning to overcome their natural survival-oriented fears of death. The introduction of this groundbreaking technology leads to what I call, Soul Wars.

 Thousands of people see their loved ones in spirit on the Ethernet, watching as they share visions of their memories they loved in childhood. Each device reveals something different. The background ranges from flashes of color to a vision of a place that the spirit loved in life. It’s like viewing dreams and minds in real time. They usually look very young and very happy. Their calls are random, you never know when they’ll have a message. They always call first…if you try and call them, most likely they won’t answer unless they have a message. Pets, grandparents, and ancestors are also seen on screen, mediums no longer required (though the genuine ones are heralded as the founding fathers and mothers of the SpiritSpeak technology. Thank you to the historic legends of my day: Edgar Cayce, Matt Fraser, Dolores Cannon, Hans Wilhelm, etc.) Every day, humans have pounded their guides and loved ones for advice, ranging from trivial to serious. Pagans and Wiccans can now communicate with their deities, pets, and nature spirits in real time, leaving offerings and making more personal connections besides only being able to meditate and leave offerings.

 Of course, this has caused lots of problems, too. (1) Now that we can see when souls enter babies, pro-soul-life groups have banned abortions right and left, claiming souls are robbed of incarnation chances, though we know they can just try again in another body. (2) Dark souls have posed as successful scammers on the Ethernet, frightening mortals with nightmarish visions of war and death from the other side. Dark souls have worked with fraud psychics and allowed mortal victims to be possessed and made to do sexual and degrading acts for money. In exchange for giving dark psychics, military, and government leaders etc. information about the future, the dark individuals bring mortals for dark souls to possess so they can briefly enjoy their former addictions. Or they give information about new babies with vibrations for the dark souls to incarnate into. This makes all the incarnating souls in the higher realms understandably upset. All souls want to reach God as fast as possible, so they wonder what it’s like to not be immortal, to be creative, to experience physical sensations, to learn and love while being free of past life memories…plus being human is a fun thrilling experience. (3) Deaths have been less private and even filmed, due to seeing the soul leave the body. This has led to the “Right to Private Death Acts.”

 (4) On the good side, humans know for certain that they will survive after death. For some, this gives them the courage to change the world and help those in need. For others, this has caused reckless behavior, with an increase in extreme sports and killing sprees. “I’m helping you be immortal on the other side, so you can be out of the way!” (5) There’s also the concerning trend of children and teens bragging about their past lives! This is leading to worldwide discrimination based on incarnations and DNA. “You lived 50 less past lives than me. Therefore, you are not qualified for this job position.” “I did less bad things than you did on Earth, like this Universal DNA test shows. (Racist remarks) You were Jewish/disabled/colored/animals/criminals in the majority of your previous lives! You’ll receive less benefits.” Or another, “You did bad things in other lives, we’ll need to see proof of life reviews to endure you amended all your karma.” “But I need to be dead.” “We don’t care, we can still communicate with you on the other end.” Suicide and depression have increased significantly as a result. Some souls demand to see their Life Reviews and Past Life Reviews through their devices, but their guides warn them that those are only for their immortal souls to handle and experience fully.

 All this, of course, has made the Light Beings and spirit guides concerned and very upset. Sometimes even angry. Loved ones and certain guides on the other side had broken several universal laws on the other side, preventing our souls from completing their original soul missions. No longer being influenced by the natural amnesia that makes one forget past lives and soul missions, souls are no longer learning valuable lessons but instead cheating life. Usually, spirit guides are forbidden from interfering with the minds and lives of mortals. But now that dark souls had possessed several mortals and created war and fear, the angels/Light Beings and spirit guides have put matter into their own hands…literally. They still know that they are always several steps ahead of us.

 So (1) they have interfered with the SpiritSpeak technology, only allowing communication once a week to once a month (though several clever people have worked their way around it. Through frauds will try and “channel” souls, Light Beings and Jesus Christ will let them know that many mortal actions have consequences.  

 (2) On occasion, when a dark soul is about to make a mortal commit suicide or homicide, many Light Beings will communicate to several mortals at once telepathically, even moving humans out of the way. As a rule, souls/spirit guides cannot make unpossessed mortals stop killing people, but lines get drawn when it comes to other spirits. Spirit guides who have allowed dark souls to possess their assigned mortals get a sort of punishment when the possessed mortal dies: the spirit guide and dark soul will be forced to view the life of the former human and feel the pain of not allowing the mortal to complete their life. Karma pain is the worst thing a soul can experience (while the best thing is God’s love.) And yes, discarnate souls can see each other’s Life Reviews. For souls, there are no secrets.

 (3) Some people have actively hired soul searchers to track down their family members who have decided to reincarnate on Earth, since soul travel can usually be tracked through the devices. (Some use it for evil, to kill the incarnated enemy as revenge.) When a family sees that their former mother in California is now a girl in Ireland, they will say her former name and try to make contact with her. This, of course, derails the soul from completing its new incarnation. Even though it’s against the family’s will, spirit guides and Light Beings wipe away their memories of tracking the reincarnating soul through the devices. “I’m sorry, but your mother is now a different person in mortal life. She will have to slowly discover herself naturally on her own. Only those who are ready and have their spirit guide’s permission can access their Akashic Records while still alive. Even then, their guides can influence the information they give out, ensuring that there are no revelations of future deaths or major likelihood of events that will help the soul learn.”  Even though all souls planned their lives before birth, knowing of certain fated traumatic events for learning, they also know that things can change, and random events do happen either by accident or by the free will of another person, good or bad. Some souls will keep tracking down former family members who’ve reincarnated…thus, the Light Beings either encourage the soul to stay in the afterlife for longer amounts of time or reincarnate in a poorer area with lack of Ethernet access.

 Through dreams or unconsciousness, spirit guides have recently been granted the power to remove traumas and memories of events that have hindered their human soul client’s mission. (Humans need to sleep, which gives guides the perfect opportunity to mitigate some of the trauma and discrimination). Special psychics that work with the light beings to bring inspiring messages to help defeat the dark ones and teach humans psychic self-defense, always get confirmation from the spirits through images of monarch butterflies through their devices.

 “Just a small warning to the humans who bypass our memory erasures and write down private past life information down to cheat life or cause harm or influence their family and friends before they’re ready…you may have more than usual bad luck during your days…it doesn’t matter how much you think you can control your universe; time and again, do not mess with the spirit world.”

 Through static, spirit guides have spoken through our technology with a bone-chilling message loud and clear: “We are all one with God-Source. You don’t need us to help you cheat life. If you do not wish for genuine advice from your loved ones and guides, leave them be to grow on their own in the spirit world. No matter how far up your societies advance or how far you fall, we are always here. We watch everything, we see everything, we know your minds and we see your souls. Every society in existence, primitive and advanced, human, and alien, all have their origins here in our timeless realm. Where there is life, there is energy and where there is energy there is spirit. We creatures of light and energy permeate your whole world just like atoms and the air. Your souls have lived thousands of adventures to keep up with the expanding universe. Your stories will never end. Your true selves will never die…and no one can evade the immense unconditional love that God-Source has for every one of you. God-Source knows you all will succeed, for in your gendered terms, ‘He’ created you and all of us. Love each other, amend your collective karma, and finish your missions. We’ll see each and every one of you very soon.”

 Guess the fear of death never dies. May the Source be with you.

#spirituality #spirit communication

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