#if i had a nickel for every time i made a post about a familial relationship in dear evan hansen i'd have three nickels

[oedipushansen]

everything i ever did, i did it all for you.

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#if i had a nickel for every time i made a post about a familial relationship in dear evan hansen i'd have three nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened thrice! #i hate how the novel portrayed evan's feelings about heidi. val emmich i'm coming for you #dear evan hansen #deh #evan hansen #heidi hansen #andrew barth feldman #ocean vuong #ethel cain #lorde #lana del rey #norma bates #bates motel #norman bates #musical theatre #web weaving #mother son relationship #musicals

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A heart full of regret - Part 2 (William Nylander)

Part 1 is here

A/N - I’m going to start this off with an apology.  I’ve been writing as a female reader insert but did have a specific picture of someone in my mind for the reader herself, in terms of physical traits etc. Looking back, I should have probably made this a William x OC story.  I apologize if the body/hair/facial descriptions have made it difficult in any way to have the reader put some version of themselves into the story.  I’m sort of learning as I go along. 

I had planned to release this around the holidays but true to form, my personal responsibilities derail my escapism 😉

In this next part, there are some musician/song references to the late Shane MacGowan/The Pogues and Sinead O’Connor, as well as their respective funerals.  I have included the lyrics to the chorus of a song entitled Fare Thee Well Love by The Rankin Family (posted in the next blub 2.1) - but it’s passed off as a song written and sung by the reader.   While there are facts used as part of the story (including a couple of links to the reality), all of this is meant to be purely fictional.  

Warnings - overall 18+ themes (various sexual references), angst, alcohol, swearing, cigarettes, brief mention of illness/death - sorry if I missed anything.

Word Count 10K+

Thanks so much as always for dropping by.

Early December, 2023

A wide grin spans your face as the broad man, with salt and pepper hair (more salt than pepper these days), approaches you.

“Hey handsome” you said cheekily followed with a wink, as he embraced you in a friendly hug. “I hope it’s still ok that I call you that….it’s the first thing that comes to mind every time I see you”.

“Best compliment I have had all day, next to my wife’s of course. How ya’ doin, kid?” Sheldon smiles at you as you step back from him.  Sheldon has always called you “kid” despite him only being  just shy of 13 years older than you.  

“Well then, as long as Jackie doesn’t mind that I call you that either”,' you smile as you and Sheldon walk toward the players lounge. “I’m doing well…busy, but good.”

“Ah well, you know my wife - she just laughs and agrees with you…she says you obviously have immaculate taste” Sheldon quips.

You chuckle and give him a little nudge. “Yeah, well, in most cases I do”, you smile.  “Dare I ask how you’re doing? I’m not asking about hockey…I just mean with the regular, normal-ish part of your life, if you even have that.”

“I need more normal these days than what I’ve been getting…but yeah, the kids and Jackie are all doing great. Thank God for them.”

You get the hint. The Leafs have been shaky out of the gate this season with inconsistent outcomes; it’s been like watching a pendulum swinging between pure magic and potential disaster.

You shoot Sheldon a knowing smile.

“Well, thanks for letting me stop by - I didn't like asking…I don’t want to ever be any kind of distraction, but I have something special to give Jake (McCabe) and Gaby wanted me to surprise him here after practice.”

“You gonna let me in on the secret?”

You lift the heavy coffee-table style book that you had been carrying along your side into view and run your hand over the smooth hard cover. Sheldon glances at the black and white photo of you spanning the surface. The photo was taken at one of your band's first sold out shows in Manchester back in 2010; you were just in your 18th year of life. Your long layered hair is tousled around your face; a cigarette dangles from your mouth.

“Yeah, I kinda love this. I’m so happy with how this turned out…the imagery and photography of all the guitars are amazing. We’re selling these books at the exhibit…it chronicles the collection of the guitars on display.”

You flip to a page showing a nickel and steel plated guitar from the 1930’s.

“I met Jake ages ago, back when he was on the Sabres. He and Gaby approached us after an acoustic show that we played. We just hit it off, all of us - Jake and I are both total guitar geeks and over time, he told me his dream was to have one of these nickel plated beauties. I said I had one that was rare which he totally flipped out about it - it’s this one in the picture”, you smile as you recount the conversation.

“Wow…it's really beautiful”, Sheldon leans over to take a closer look.

You continue your story, “So, I’m not sure - have you heard of Shane MacGowan?”

“Oh right, my brother became a huge fan when he moved to Belfast - Adam told me he passed. You knew him?”

“Our band has strong Irish connections with two of our members being from there; we met Shane and some of The Pogues a number of years ago. We managed to stay in touch - I was very fond of Shane, and he was of me. He was almost like a protective older uncle - know what I mean?  He had a rough go with that illness since last year and so after Sinead (O’Connor) passed, I stayed behind after her funeral and spent some time visiting him in the hospital. My heart breaks every time I remember him in that hospital bed - I haven’t been able to get those images out of my mind yet.”

Your emotions were already still pretty raw with your idol-turned-friend passing in July, but with another passing of someone you held so dear just a few days ago, you could feel your throat tighten with sadness and loss.

You took a deep breath. “Anyway, Shane played the same type of guitar in a duet he sang with Sinead back in the ‘90’s. Long story short, he had his wife give me the one he used for that song. As much as I love the one I already owned here, Shane’s means a thousand times more to me. So…I thought I would surprise Jake and give him this one, knowing how much he would treasure it”.

Sheldon continues to leaf through the glossy pages. “Y/N, you are pretty remarkable, you know that?” Sheldon throws his arm around you while discreetly looking at his watch. “I’m sorry, I gotta run but I know Jake will be coming through here any minute so just sit tight and he’ll be out. Oh - and Jackie was talking about having you over for dinner so she’ll be reaching out to you soon. See ya’, kiddo”. Sheldon gives your shoulder a little squeeze and then disappears down the hallway.

Over the years, you have become a welcome sight around the Leafs organization; your presence had essentially reached the point of being more or less commonplace and didn’t warrant the media coverage that it once did. You helped out with various MLSE charities as well, having a preference for more of the hands-on local charity initiatives, whenever time allowed it.

Ultimately, you had established some strong personal connections within the Leafs and their families, so whenever you were in Toronto, it was not an out of place thing to occasionally see you turn up at a practice or out to dinner with a few of the WAGs.

As you waited for Jake, various staff and players stopped by for a quick catch-up before heading home for the day. 

Jake eventually emerged in his Leafs tracksuit, freshly showered with a baseball cap on backward. He spots you and gives you a wide smile, mixed with some confusion, as he approaches you. Gio appears right after Jake and the two circle around you for a hug.

With the book concealed, you make small talk with the handsome veterans. They congratulate you on the gallery exhibit and they assure you they cannot wait to go and see it.

Two dogs suddenly appear out of nowhere; it doesn't take you long to determine they belong to William.

Knowing he would be appearing any second, you try to calm your nerves and focus solely on the dogs as they run towards you, jumping at your feet.

Your heart melts at the sight of them, and you gush “Oh my goodness, is this Pablo and Banksy?”

William hears your voice and stops dead in his tracks. His stomach flips and churns and his heart starts to race.

Oh my God, if that's her…holy shit…

He rounds the corner to see you bending down, allowing the dogs to completely envelop you.

“C'mon, whoa, whoa, whoa….boys - down…”, William chuckles and smiles at you somewhat apologetically.

“I don’t mind one bit…but you better listen to your Dad” you said to Pablo, giving him another scratch and rub as you stood up.

You smile at William who is posturing for an embrace and as his arms pull you in, as you reciprocate the gesture.

“How’s it going, William….” which you say as more of a statement than a question.

“Really good. It’s good to see you again”, William smiles widely, hardly believing you're in front of him now.

Before you melt or explode or however your body is reacting to his touch, you calmly say “you too” with a smile.

Turning back to Jake and Gio, you desperately hope you don’t appear as flustered as you feel.

William comes up on your one side while Jake and Gio, and even a few others have gathered around a countertop in the lounge.

“So, I have a bit of a surprise for Jake - that’s why I’m here. Actually, Jake’s wife is in on the surprise so I’m just going to call her real quick”. 

The men that had gathered look at Jake who appears a little panicked, but in the best way possible.

Gaby answers and you ask Gio if he could hold the phone up, showing her face on the screen, in which he obliges once waving hello to Gaby.

You flip the heavy, hardcover book around; everyone leans in to get a glance at the cover. William catches a glimpse of the photo of you on the cover.  He's not seen many images of you from when your career started, and the photograph captivates him immediately.  Your tousled hair, your eyes that always bore into his soul, and your beautiful mouth that many times had made William almost see God himself.

William discreetly gazes at you.

You had been polluting his thoughts since he saw you at Mitch’s wedding. He wished you could have stayed. He wished he could have talked more with you; maybe could have danced with you…or better still, touched you for the first time in 4 years.

As you begin to explain the details of Jake’s surprise, you try to tame the whirlwind of emotions that circle within you. Between the loss of a dear friend, the anticipation of giving Jake a guitar that he has only dreamt of, and the remnants of feelings that you carry for William, you have to pause a few times while you speak just to regain your composure and keep the tears at bay.

William watches you open the book, and as you flip to the desired page to show Jake his newest possession, pangs of guilt and regret hit William.

William was famous for his confidence; he rarely burdened himself with many heavy thoughts, as he did not waste time dwelling on the past or anything that he could not change. The anointed King of Unbothered. And, as well as that has served him in both his personal and professional life, there were rare moments where something or someone shook him right to his core.

As he studied the side profile of your face, at this moment, you were that very person. Someone he realized that he had carelessly, and foolishly, disposed of. He disposed of your friendship, your companionship, and your love. Four years ago, he cut all ties with you, which was well within his right to do. But, the manner in which he severed those ties, never once affording you the ability to say a word in response, still haunted him to this day. What was worse is that two years later, he reached out to you, seemingly desperate to get a hold of you, and then he ghosted you once you responded. Your head spun with even more confusion and hurt than you had ever felt before and as time went on, it was yet another proverbial nail in the coffin for you and William.

William mused that when he saw you at Mitch’s wedding, you could have behaved any number of ways. You could have gone out of your way to ignore him. You could have been snide and made his entire night hell. You could have berated him for his callousness. He probably deserved all three of these possibilities.

Instead, you greeted him with kindness and friendship, which to William, only further illuminated your ravishing beauty. The way you still managed to smile at him, even though he sensed a deep sorrow behind your beautiful, deep brown eyes, it rocked William’s typical carefree nature.

And now you stood before him and his teammates, gifting Jake a precious guitar simply because you knew how happy it would make him to have it. William’s chest heaved with a mix of deep desire and the stark reality of the mistakes he's made with you.

William’s mind snapped back to the present, smiling at his teammate as Jake reeled and appeared completely flabbergasted.

“I can’t believe you remembered that conversation about this guitar, Y/N…that was ages ago. Jesus - I still played for Buffalo at the time…I cannot believe you’re giving this to me” Jake said, his face flushed as he looked at you and then turned to his wife’s face on the phone “and you knew about this…” he grins at Gaby.

“Can’t wait to hear you play for me, baby”, Gaby said, blowing Jake a kiss.

“Ok, so once the exhibit closes, I’ll get the guitar prepped for you and have it delivered. There are some nuances to how to tune her so I’ll drop by sometime and walk you through it. Oh, and here - the book is for you as well” you smile wryly at Jake “sorry, I think I diminished its value by signing it….but there is a little note for you in there for you too” you chuckle.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this but thank you so much Y/N. I’m completely stunned.”

After hugs were given and goodbyes were said, the small group dissipated. 

You turned to see William standing off to the side, glancing at his phone while Pablo and Banksy lay at his feet.

“Awh, your boys are tired” you said, unable to contain your smile looking at the two dogs, and then at William. “They’re awesome - it figures you’d have the most fly dogs ever”.

“You ever think about getting one? I guess it’s hard with all your travel but you can take them with you. I take these guys along with me all the time, almost everywhere I go”.

“When COVID started, I was in London…I started fostering from a nearby shelter. I wanted to give the dogs that were constantly overlooked a chance to get out of that environment and see if we could get some viable adoption candidates. I have been doing that here as well - my last girl just got adopted after being in a shelter for over 8 years; I just haven’t had the chance to go see another one to bring home.”

You bring out your phone and lean towards William to show a picture of the last dog in your care, Siba, a nine-year old Asian Shepherd. 

William cheeks flushed pink as he catches the scent of your fragrance; a sudden urge to have his lips graze your skin as he recounts each location on your body where you usually dabbed each drop of perfume has his mind racing and his cock hardening.

Either side of your neck. 

Sometimes behind your ears. 

Your wrists.

Between your breasts.

Sometimes a little swipe across your navel.

“She’s so beautiful…” William said, hoping that you’d get the subtle hint he might be referring to you as well.

You shift uncomfortably for a second; he’s standing so close that you can feel his breath.

No. He didn’t get to do this to you again. The innocent remarks that whisper allusions to his desire for you is what you thought you wanted to hear for the past 4 years.  But, all the sentiment is doing now is creating havoc in your mind.

You swipe the screen to close the photo down and drop the phone back into the pocket of your coat. You turn back to William and smile, now in a little more control of yourself than before.

“Christmas came early this year I guess…for both Siba and Jake.” you said, as you lean down to pet the dogs again and say goodbye.

“Oh - wait…speaking of Christmas…” William hesitates, sensing a slight change in your disposition. “I have been meaning to get in touch with you about that…”

“Oh, right - yeah…no worries…your Mom reached back out to me and said you gave the thumbs up for staying at the house. She mentioned you would reach out but I’m sure you’ve been pretty busy.”

William has an inkling when you’ve mentioned him being “busy”, you’re not referring to his hockey schedule.

“I’ve been working out some details with your parents already…it’s all good.” You tried not to sound too curt but there was a definite chill in your response.

William senses the conversation is quickly derailing.

William’s voice becomes low and soft. “Hey….maybe we could still get together sometime?   Maybe drop by sometime?  I'd kinda like to be involved with the Christmas thing and… it’s just there are some things that we maybe need to talk about.”

Talk. He’s about a million years too late for that, you think to yourself.

“If you feel there’s a need, sure. Let me know when and where…you moved, right?”

William’s expression changed, showing shades of remorse. “I’ll text you the address. I just have practices for now; we don’t play until the 7th so any afternoon is good. Today even, if that works for you”.

“I’m flying out to Ireland again late on the 5th so yeah - maybe today or tomorrow…” 

Thinking back to your conversation at Mitch’s wedding, William joked with a slight smirk “Ireland again? Not another funeral I hope…” 

You quickly looked away, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. 

“It is, actually” you said softly.

Oh my god, you idiot, William berated himself in his mind. ”Fuck…Y/N….I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have joked”.

“No, I know, Will. It’s ok…I’ll be ok” you smiled, faintly. It seemed like, for the thousandth time that day, you fought to suppress the ache deep within you and had to fight back tears.

William gently reached for your hand and pulled you into his arms. Involuntarily, you gripped onto his hoodie, probably a little too tightly, all in an effort to not completely fall apart in front of him.

You pull away, still trying to hide the anguish on your face with a smile. It broke William a little to see you struggling to maintain your composure. Always putting on a brave face, no matter how cracked or broken you felt, was what you did. It was how you were wired.

“Here…if you’re leaving, I’ll walk you out to your car” William said, searching for his keys in his pocket.

You were tempted to come up with an excuse to avoid spending any additional time alone with William, simply because every molecule in your body was inexplicably drawn to him.

Fresh out of reasons or rationale, your mind was too overwhelmed lately to come up with the excuse needed to flee in the opposite direction. The 4 of you walked down the corridor together in a comfortable silence, and exited into the parking lot.

Pablo and Banksy bolt forward out into the daylight, but do not stray far from their Dad, as they happily jump on each other while nearing your vehicle. William smiled to himself and shook his head. Of course your vehicle of choice wasn’t a super luxury SUV or sports car. You took your key fob out and unlocked the black crew cab 4x4 truck. He could picture it now; you in your tank top and jeans, covered in dirt and dust with your work gloves on, hauling lumber and bags of concrete mix for a mini home project.

You were always a parallel of opposites.

Poised and immaculate at high-profile events and functions versus you at home, decked out in ripped work clothes with sweat and sawdust stuck to every part of your body.

Your ultra-cool and larger than life demeanour on stage as you absorbed the electric energy from the crowd versus your sometimes quiet, humble, and super composed personality off stage.

Your vocabulary and your way with words versus your ability to spout off more profanity than a pissed-off truck-driver.

The innocent and submissive side you showed William while making love on many occasions, when he was between your thighs versus the absolute rocket you became when you flipped the switch and took complete control of his body.

“So….what about today. Do you think you could come by later on…I could order in some food - we could catch up?”

You open the door to your truck and Pablo and Banksy both put their front paws on the running board, their tails wagging furiously.

You look at them and chuckle, and bend down to let them bombard you with affection.

“Yeah, you know what…sure, that sounds good. But if you don’t send me your address and end up ghosting me yet again…William….I just - don’t even….”, shaking your head and chuckling, leaving the sentence unfinished. You hop into the truck and William shoo’s the dogs away from the truck door.

“Awh - Y/N - fuck…” William winces at your sarcasm, rubbing the back of his neck, showing a mix of guilt and acknowledgement that he deserved it. “I’m not going to do that”.

“Uh-huh….famous last words,” you said in a cheeky tone, rolling your eyes as you turned the ignition on. “I guess we’ll see you later…bye boys…”.

William chuckled and watched you drive off towards the exit. Walking back to his SUV with the dogs in tow, he felt an excitement, to the point of giddiness, which he hadn’t felt in ages about anyone. He had no idea how the future would pan out but he could at least look forward to tonight so the two of you could finally clear the air. 

William arrives home and after one last bathroom break for the dogs, he starts his typical routine of making calls while eating whatever he picked up from the chefs at the rink or on the way home. He knows your food preferences and makes a mental note of which restaurant he’ll call for take out from. The last thing he does before his afternoon siesta is a quick home delivery order of red wine and other essentials.

He stretches out on the couch that he recently had deep-cleaned due to his last few

sex-capades, none of which seemed to end well or at least warranted an invite for a return visit. He begins to drift off; his dogs curled up around his feet and legs.

Panic suddenly grips him as he realized he had not sent you his address.

See? no 👻 - 😉 William texts as he sends you the address.

If I had forgotten - what a fuckin disaster William thought before falling into a restful sleep.

A couple of hours later, and at least an hour before William was ready to wake up, his phone began to dance and vibrate on the coffee table. Groaning, he grabs the phone off the table and fumbles with it until he can focus on the caller.

The name “Trina” is illuminated on the display.

“Fuuuuuuck” William grumbles while forcing the call to voicemail. “Should have fucking blocked her”.

Since the last time William and Trina had seen each other, there had been a few harmless texts; mostly Trina following up on William’s health and well-being. 

Despite the rather unappealing outcome of their last meeting, William had started to think perhaps he had been too hasty in judging their first sexual experience together. She was beautiful, eager, and readily accessible; these are the exact qualities William needed for a short term fling. He decided to keep his options open, although he continued to feign being unwell until he was ready to see Trina again.  

This all was, of course, prior to William seeing you again.

A voicemail notification appears on the screen followed by a text message bubble.

Missing you - let me come by and make you feel better 

William rubs his hand over his face, stroking his moustache as he thinks about how to respond. Thanks but I’ll be ok. Just need some more rest. I’ll msg you soon. Good enough, William thinks and sets his phone back on the table. 

He leans back on the couch, and closes his eyes again, when another chime sounds from his cell.

“Jesus - take a fucking hint…” he mutters, grabbing his phone. 

It’s from you:

You sure about the no 👻… you didn’t tell me what time… have you already started 🏃?

William laughs and responds:

I’m not gonna 🏃… too tired.  I might hide tho.  How’s 5?

Dots appear as you type your response:

Ooof 💀. K - see you then.

90 minutes from now. Fuck. I should have told her 4.

William continues to read your text exchange over again as he smiles to himself. You always succeeded in making William laugh, no matter how small the exchange was. Your individual senses of humour seemed to mesh flawlessly - he seemed to get you and your little idiosyncrasies, the same way you understood his.

He looked forward to the possibility of earning your friendship back and maybe even more. William wondered if you had met anyone; he had heard rumblings a while ago about you catching the eyes and interests of a few other NHL’ers but he hadn’t heard anything since. In William’s mind (and he was aware he had no claim on you), he dreaded the idea of you being with anyone, but there was something so much worse if that guy was another hockey player in the league. 

He pushed those thoughts to the side; he would need to establish rumour and fact later, and it made him queasy just thinking about it.

Rather than trying to steal a few more minutes of sleep, William putters around the condo tidying up here and there, but feeling no pressure in having the place look unlived in.

Nerves were starting to build. William seemed to wander aimlessly from one room to the other, serving no other purpose than to kill time. Although he had a shower after practice, William decided on another long shower to help him relax, and to allow him to take some additional care with his grooming regimen.

William steps into the hot water and closes his eyes as the warmth and the steam envelop him. Every quiet moment lately, William has thought about the two of you and your past. Memories that never seem to erode; images that William would often rely on when he needed to drift off to sleep or relieve some built up “tension”.

Streams of water weave their paths down William's broad chest, through his chest hair and down his toned abs, eventually trickling down the veins of his cock, and dripping off the tip. He begins to feel a stirring, an urge with the thoughts of your arrival. William's strong hand gingerly wraps around his shaft and he begins to pump himself with long, methodical strokes.

He remembers the occasions with the two of you in the shower….

….you on your knees before him and encouraging his cock further into your mouth until the tip is rubbing against the back of your throat. With his hand fisting the hair at the back of your head, you allowed him to fuck you deep in your mouth until you tasted the pre-cum seeping onto your tongue. William marvelled with how much your mouth could accommodate as you expertly controlled your gag reflex and breathing.  It seemed with your years of voice and mouth exercises, the benefits were many, beyond simply increasing your vocal range and pitch.  

As William spouted broken sentences of praise for what you were doing to him, you would masterfully take control of his cock with your hands, stroking his girth, alternating between licking and sucking the rounded head as it turned shades of feverish reds and purples. William’s grunts and loud groans never ceased to arouse you as William began climaxing.  You lapped at his balls, gently sucking on them as you continued to pump his shaft.  You ached to hear the warnings before he cums, desperately waiting for him to unload.  Gripping his ass, your mouth engulfs his cock, your head moving back and forth at a frenzied pace.  You force the oozing head towards the entrance of your throat.  William’s hand cradles the back of your neck, allowing you to look up.   Your eyes locked on each other as his seed coated the inside of your mouth. You smile as you enjoy the taste of him, and slowly guide his cock away from your open mouth as strings of your spit mixed with his cum stretch from the head.   Your eyes remain fixed on his; soft smiles and intimate words are lovingly exchanged as you continue to lap, suck and fill your mouth again and again with his generous cock.

William shuddered as he watched you intently overtaking his semi-erect member into your mouth.  With you maintaining his heightened arousal, the urge to spread your thighs apart for him to greedily feast on your pussy took hold. You always claimed to be a better giver than receiver, but William was now hell-bent on respectfully pushing your boundaries. Without fail, each and every time, you had given him the hottest oral of his life, and William was determined to reciprocate until your pussy was properly worshipped.

He pulled you up and pressed you hard against the shower wall with his thick and muscular frame. He scanned your face, focusing his gaze on your lips; he watched as the water washed away the remainder of his cum that had oozed from your mouth.  He used his thumb to slowly guide the fluids back into your mouth, allowing you to suck on the tip of his thumb.  He kissed you; his lips were hungry and eager on your mouth as his tongue manoeuvred around yours. His hands moved skillfully from massaging your tits, down along your sides, and towards the front of your abdomen. You let out a gasp and bit your lip hard as 8 fingertips gently landed with a faint, feather-like touch near your pussy, as he began to lightly graze your wet and ready folds. You begin to shiver at his touch and have the goosebumps to prove it; your pussy is past the point of throbbing and you are almost on the fringes of insanity waiting for William to binge on your core.

He wanted to mark you tonight. His mouth slid down your body, nipping and sucking some of the most pleasurable, albeit discreet, areas of your toned body. As he knelt on the shower floor, he caressed your long leg, leaving love bites at the apex of your slender thigh which he then guided one over his shoulder. His mouth instantly latches onto your folds as he slowly strokes your clitoris with his pointed tongue. You shriek, reacting to William suddenly engaging his jaw muscles to tongue-fuck you in concert with mercilessly licking your clit. William rubbed his facial hair repeatedly over your most sensitive spots, feasting on your swollen pussy as if it was his favourite dessert, moaning with pleasure as your arousal hit his taste buds. He loved hearing you cry out his name, watching you let go of your usual collected composure and allowing him to help release your inner inhibitions.

As an added bonus, he inserted his middle and ring fingers slowly and deeply inside your cunt. He adjusted and moved the ends of his fingers eventually hitting the most desirable spot as he watched you writhe in pure ecstasy. He wanted to see you succumb to the sensation as he continued lapping and stroking your clitoris with his tongue. He began to move his fingers rapidly in and out of your entrance, until your thighs began to shake and quiver involuntarily. William increased his already formidable pace with his fingers and his tongue as you fight not to collapse under the sheer magnitude of your impending orgasm.

And when he brings you to the highest level of pleasure, he vigorously gyrates his fingers deep inside your core, inciting you to cry out as you squirt for him. After he made you spray for him a few more times, he laced his fingers with yours and he stood up, pressing you against the shower wall again. One hand slides back down to your pussy and he gently rubs two fingers against your engorged clit. William’s eyes are locked on yours as he slowly pulls his fingers up to his mouth, and wipes the sheen from your arousal on his pouting lips. He runs his tongue along the shiny trail he made with his fingers, whispering in your ear of how delicious you are.

Back in a lonelier shower, William’s head falls back under the steady stream of hot water that begins to collect in his open mouth as he’s reaching his orgasm. He spits it out and begins to grunt as streams of cum erupt into the flow of water heading to the drain on the shower floor.

He pants for a moment, catching his breath. He needed that. He needed to take the edge off before you arrived.

William steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his midriff. The steam quickly dissipates as he exits the bathroom into his bedroom, and he takes his time selecting the relaxed and casual attire for the evening. He glances at his phone to check the time. 4:30.

He sighs and smiles slightly; he’s really looking forward to tonight, to just have you there relaxing on his couch, catching up on the past few years.

He checks his messages, making sure there was nothing new from you.  There is, however, another text from Trina.

My friend and I are going to Mademoiselle for Happy Hour and then dinner. Maybe it will do you good to come out - we can all have a little bit of fun?

Knowing the message will show as being read, William sends a short response.

Not tonight, but thanks anyway.

Trina responds with just an emoji showing her disappointment.

William shakes his head and finishes getting ready. Minutes tick on but it feels like hours, and he’s getting impatient.

The ringtone on his phone assigned to building Security begins to chime, startling William for a moment and each of the dogs perk up their ears in response. He answers the call and his stomach flips once the guard announces your arrival.

He can hardly believe how nervous he’s become and silently kicks his own ass in his head for being so ridiculous. But on the other hand, it’s you. The one girl he still finds himself longing for after so many years.

He props the door open wide enough so you can spot him once you get off the elevator; Pablo and Banksy sit at William’s feet anxiously anticipating the arrival of someone new.

Once the elevator reaches William’s floor, he can hear the chime and the doors sliding open. You step into the plush waiting area and then follow the signs pointing to the appropriate suite number.

You round the corner and see him waiting in his doorway. It’s no use to try and conceal your smile when your eyes land on his grinning face. He opens up the door allowing the dogs to fly down the hallway in your direction.

William watches you beam with delight as you bend down to greet the two.

After tummy rubs and a lot of cooing from you, the dogs follow you back towards the condo where you greet William with a friendly embrace.

William takes a moment to gaze at you; your curls are contained by a loose bun, you are dressed in a tan coloured pea coat, black turtleneck with black slacks. You managed to make clothing that were simple and understated look elegant and absolutely fucking sexy. He inhales deeply - your appearance already has William rattled.

He takes your coat and you remove your heeled boots at the entranceway. The dogs follow your every move as you scan his condo. Had it not been December and the days being so short, you could imagine how a sunny day would radiate throughout the place from the large windows and glass balcony doors from the living room.

“This is really beautiful, William. Such a fantastic part of the city too,” you said smiling, your eyes wide and shining.

“It’s small, but I’m on a waitlist for a larger place up on the penthouse floor. It’ll be better when my family comes to visit…so they don’t need to crash at your house at Christmas again” William laughs. 

“Well, yeah…I get it but I have to say, I’m really looking forward to having them stay. It’s far too big for just me, so having some life around will be amazing. At the very least, I’m hoping someone in your family will kick your ass at ping-pong…or at any of the other games, really…” you smirk.

“Ha, yeah…never gonna happen…” William laughs.

“Ah, well…pardon me as I try to squeeze by the giant ego that just arrived” 

“Ouch…hey, I'm just telling it like it is”.

You roll your eyes and scoff. “Ok, King...let’s leave it there.”

The conversation and friendly banter ensues; there are no awkward moments or strained silences. The shared mood is happy and light and soul-warming, much like it had been all those years before. There was a tinge of bashfulness at times as you both would steal glances at each other. It seemed apparent that you both were still very much attracted to one another.

Prior to seeing him, there were moments that you found it annoying to still have these feelings simmering just beneath the surface, given your spirit had been shattered for much of the past four years. Nevertheless, he wasn't to blame for the anguish you shouldered…it's how life was; you caught deeper feelings for him than he did for you. End of story.

At that very moment, it didn’t matter anyway. Or at least, you were going to bury those thoughts way back in the proverbial closet for tonight.

The wine arrives via delivery, followed by dinner. You both opt to sit on the floor and eat at the coffee table in the living room, devouring the variety of sushi and sashimi pieces William had selected.

You filled him in on some of the different music and business ventures you had been a part of since COVID. He asked you about certain gigs and various celebrities, trying to get you to spill some dirt (although tempting, you did not oblige). 

He in turn told you about some of his brother’s exploits with women, and you reminisced about the old days and the unhinged female drama involving Kasperi and his ex-girlfriends that you witnessed firsthand a number of years ago.

Your muscles in your face began to hurt from smiling and laughing; it’s been forever since you’ve been able to truly unwind like this. You realize that the wine is going down far too easily and you felt a little more buzzed than you should, with remnants of jet lag still plaguing you from the previous round trip from Europe.

William had excused himself to the bathroom, and in an effort not to submit to the wave of drowsiness that was creeping in, you got up off the floor and started cleaning up the containers and plates scattered around the table.

William appears from the hallway and tells you to leave everything - he will clean it up later.

“Ha – no, I need to move - I had a brutal travel schedule at the end of November and it nearly killed me. This exhaustion just strikes whenever, so I had to at least stand up…otherwise, you’re going to find me passed out on the floor.  I feel like a narcoleptic lately.  Plus - that wine…is really, really fucking good…I feel a little drunk,” your face flushed as you laugh.

“You can stay here tonight, if you want?”

You hesitated as waves of nostalgia and cautiousness, in equal measure, washed over you. “Are you sure - I wouldn’t want to cramp your style…”

Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out some musings - or misgivings rather - about his current love life that had been bouncing around in your head.

“I’m sure your dance card is pretty full these days…maybe you’ve got a young model-type waiting for you later somewhere?” you try to joke as you rinse off the plates and stack them in the sink. Your fear that he'll see right through your comments as you look for some clarity on his current love life.

William chuckles and shakes his head; he knows this is partly because of what has been stirred up about his personal life during the Sweden trip.

Touch her. Hug her. Kiss her….do something William thinks.

“I’m positive…I really like this…us hanging out, you and me again. And…please - stop cleaning up” he laughs.

William offers you a small towel and helps you dry off your hands. He smiles as he gazes at you.

“It's really been amazing to see you,” William says softly.

You're certain that the surface temperature of your cheeks are reaching five alarm status as he pulls you closer against him as he leans against the kitchen counter. William feels your light touch as your hands gently lay on his chest.

He searches your face. “And we haven’t really talked about the stuff from before - with what happened with you and me. Do you think maybe we should?” William asks quietly.

You can only manage to look directly into his eyes for brief moments; anything longer will make you crumble.

“I think we can shelve it…it’s not going to change anything that happened before. It’s been such a fantastic evening already…I don’t think we should spoil it by dredging everything up from the past.”

You stare at the thick chain around his neck using it as your main focal point.

 “Yeah, ok…you’re right. It doesn’t change anything that went down.”

You nod your head and look up at his face, blushing more heavily as you try to contain your wide smile.  

Your head is swimming but your need to be in control of your emotions takes hold, and you apologetically excuse yourself and head to the washroom.  William just smiles and lets his hands slide down your hips as he releases you from his embrace.  

You try to stabilize your heart rate and your thoughts. Your desires versus your logic are each trying to get the upper hand in your mind. You take your time, willing yourself to sober up a bit before heading back out to William. You drink some water from the tap to try and dilute the effects of the alcohol you’ve consumed. You study your reflection in the mirror and after repositioning a few curls here and there and applying a little more lip gloss, you exit the bathroom.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door spurring the dogs to start barking. You hear William pad over to the entrance and pause for a moment before turning the lock and opening the door.

You hear a female’s voice shriek “Willy!! Heeeey….I missed you so much”.

You can hear the sound of bracelets clinking as the woman wraps her arms around William, followed by an audible kiss. It's crystal clear that she currently has something going on with William.

You hear the dogs muffling whines once William gently commands them to quiet down.

You stop dead in your tracks, feeling completely trapped. Part of you wants to return to the bathroom and not hear any of their conversation. The masochistic side, however, wants to hear every word.

Your brain begins to spiral out of control.

How did you manage to misread this situation again? What was that in the kitchen….was it meant to be platonic? Would he invite you here just to tell you about her?

It feels like a literal punch in the stomach, and you instinctively place your hand over your abdomen as though it would help numb the ache coursing through your body. You stand in the hallway, completely motionless as if your feet were concrete blocks.

“Trina, what are you doing…I mean, how'd you even get in?”

“I dunno, the security guy and the other one were dealing with somebody, someone else was leaving, they held the door, so…we just walked in. Oh, this is my best friend, Lara. I told her how fucking amazing our first date was. She's a fan of yours too. We were out for a few drinks and I thought the two of us could come by to help you feel better. You and I haven’t seen each other since the last time….I know you said not tonight but here we are,” Trina giggled, her words slightly slurred from intoxication.

Lara glared at her friend. Trina had said William was ok with them coming over anytime she wanted, and she claimed he would be game for anything they wanted to do.

William’s present demeanour is definitely contradicting Trina’s story.

For years now, Lara, being the pragmatic one of the two, had been suspicious of how much truth was behind Trina’s claims when it came to the men she had met and dated. True, William and Trina had sex; that much was obvious. However, based on the number of times Trina initiated contact versus William, Lara surmised William might be only willing to meet solely on his whim, given the tone of his short and dry text messages that Trina showed her. Trina was too wrapped up in all the media attention William had been receiving lately to even notice the bland tone behind each of his responses.

When Trina and Lara arrived at Mademoiselle that evening, Trina was clearly on a mission, ordering multiple Perfect 10 Martini’s because, in her inebriated words, she was exactly that. Her mission was to make sure William felt that about her too.

When Trina came up with the brilliant idea of dropping by William’s in order for the two ladies to seduce him and coax him into bed, Lara thought there was no way she was being serious. Lara allowed Trina to call the shots just to humour her; she had learned long ago it was better to play along first before pulling the plug straight away on Trina’s antics. If Lara was being honest though, the exciting flipside of this situation is that if she was ever going to have an opportunity for her first threesome (and if he was truly willing), it might as well be with William Nylander.

As Trina continues to ramble about their evening and some explicit ideas she has for the hours that lie ahead, Lara scans the scene in the living room. Her heart drops when she realizes William is not alone. First she spots two wine glasses - William had filled up your glass while you had stepped away to the washroom. She looks over to see your Louboutin stiletto boots placed off to the side. Then your jacket. She glances at William and can’t quite determine what emotion has registered on his face.

“I….I’m sorry William - I didn’t know you told Trina not to come by tonight” Lara interjected. William looked toward Lara and verbally confirmed, he definitely told her not tonight.

“I have a guest so it would be better if you both just head home” William said calmly.

Trina’s eyes suddenly widened. “A guest??” Trina's voice is raised as she emphasizes the last word. “Do you have another girl here tonight? Where is she? So…what - is she fucking HIDING? Come on out, bitch…let’s see you - I guarantee it, you got nothing he wants” Trina yelled into the air as she looked around the space.

“Alright - enough…you need to leave or I’ll fucking calling security…” William's jaw was clenched as he warned Trina and Lara.

“No - please William, I’m so sorry…we’re leaving. I'm so embarrassed - she said we could come by.”

Lara grits her teeth when she looks at Trina. “You…we’re going….NOW…”

Lara grabs a hold of Trina’s trench coat and half guides but partially shoves her as she stumbles down the corridor. Lara’s voice was a low growl as she berates her until the elevator arrives.

William watches the two girls vanish around the corner to the elevator, hearing the chime as it arrives on his floor. He steps out of the doorway into the hall making a call down to security to ensure they have exited the building. Sometime soon, William will have to go down and find out how they got in from the get go.

He stood there, exasperated as he rubbed his forehead as he re-entered the apartment. The dread of facing you now is creeping into his mind. William is genuinely worried that the fallout from tonight’s events is that you won’t want anything to do with him going forward.

Indeed, that was one of the many thoughts going through your mind. You knew you were judging him and his lifestyle, and you knew you had no right to do so. Just because you chose to abstain from casual sex or any kind of relationship for all these years, certainly did not mean he had to do the same.

You’ve known all along that he was super popular with women. He didn’t have to do much to have girls reaching out to him in droves. Through various means, you also knew he took advantage of his popularity, with being spotted out and about with a number of gorgeous girls over the years.

However, acknowledging reality in theory and seeing it first hand was completely different.

As you stood there listening to Trina drunkenly spout off details of what she and William had done previously and the plans she had for him tonight, you wanted to wretch. The worst part about it was you knew your soul that you still wanted him, but William had moved on, many times over. 

You and William may have started as convenient and casual hook-ups but it never was just about sex with you. It was about all of him. No amount of time or distance or how much you pushed it down could cure you of your feelings for William, up to this point anyway.

But now, all you can feel is torment and defeat from that gut punch from the last 5 minutes. The universe had to be telling you something; the first time you spend time together after four years had passed, and within hours, he had two women show up at his door propositioning him for a threesome.

Here you stood, the week before your 31st birthday, a multi-platinum award winning musician, composer. entrepreneur, philanthropist, advocate, model, actress, and the list went on.

Yet, with all of your achievements under your belt, right now, you were just another girl in a veritable ocean of females all vying for William’s affections. If there was ever a chance that something could have transpired tonight between you and William, the moment has now been instantly derailed by some drunk girl who fucked your ex-hook-up….lover…whatever label fit.

At the end of the day, William could fuck whomever he wanted. He could do whatever he pleased with as many girls as he chooses. It’s his life… It was his decision how he wanted to enjoy his downtime and really, it was none of your business anyway.

Your sometimes passive-aggressive nature, mixed with hurt feelings, made you want to see him twist a little. As you appeared from the hallway however, his expression made you think twice about adding to his misery.

He looked completely crushed, embarrassed, and lost. “Are you ok?” you asked, softly.

“It’s more like, are you…” he said. “Y/N, I am so sorry”.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it’s really your fault, though…I’m assuming you didn’t know she would sneak into your building, hammered …and well, try and…” you nod your head toward the bedroom.

“Well, no…but I sorta led her on. I’m not even sure why I did…she was kind of…I dunno…like…just there” William struggled to come up with the right word.

“Available…”

” “Yeah…something like that” William confided, feeling a little embarrassed.

He pulls you towards him. “So much for the fantastic night…I guess I ruined that” he said into your ear.

Based on the looseness of your embrace, he knows your feelings have shifted. William feels horrible, desperately wishing he could rewrite the past ten minutes.

You took a step back and you could feel your expression soften. You manage a faint smile and tell him that it was mostly fantastic - even amazing - night but you could have done without the plot twist at the end.

“So….I think I’ll grab an Uber or something and head home, if you’re gonna be ok?” You paused.

No, I’m not ok. I want you to stay here, he thinks to himself.

“Maybe you should stay. Seriously, that girl - just in case she gets it into her head to hang around and watch whoever leaves the building” William says gently.

“Shit…do you think she’d stalk you?”.

“Not sure” William smoothed his hand over his beard. The last thing either of you need is to have your names splashed around the social media universe because of a drunken altercation with a girl in a parking lot, who had been recently fucked…and then slighted, by William Nylander.

You consider the options for another moment, and finally agree that it might be for the best to stay. The couch looks pretty comfortable so you offer to sleep in the living room.

William looks hurt. He wants you in his bed. The urge to wrap himself around you is almost too much for him to handle.

Given the circumstances however, he knows how self-serving it will seem asking you to sleep in the same bed as him. Despite you trying so hard to hide it, he knows you are hurt. He’s beginning to feel a sense of hopelessness from the damage that’s been done tonight.

He grabs some dog treats and tells you to just stay and try and relax while he heads out for a walk with the dogs. He wants to drop by the concierge desk and security just to make sure all is clear around the outside of the building before he ventures out with his boys.

After William and the dogs leave, you survey your surroundings and allow a release of the emotions that have been simmering just under the surface all day. Tears well in your eyes as you stare at the wine glass he filled for you earlier. You lower your head in your hands and weep quietly.

Moments pass and a blinding headache begins to form behind your eyes; the pressure making your eyelids feel heavily weighted. Between the wine and William’s unexpected visitors, the unmitigated happiness you felt only 30 minutes ago has completely evaporated. Like a magnet to steel, a force anchors you to the couch, and you can’t help but to lie your head down and close your eyes to try and get some relief. 

Exhaustion eventually takes hold of you, and you fall into a deep sleep within minutes of your head hitting the pillow.

William and the dogs return after spending longer than anticipated on their walk; the one night William really needs Pablo and Banksy to do their business quickly, it took them forever to get it done.

William enters the condo in a hurried pace, only to find you curled up on the couch asleep. His heart expands and breaks all at once as he approaches you, your figure gently rising and falling with each breath.

He considers waking you up to offer his bed anyway, wanting you to have a more comfortable place to sleep but he vetoes his own thoughts, given all that has transpired.

Instead, he grabs a blanket and gently lays it over you.

It feels strange for William to leave you in the living room by yourself. He watches you for another few moments, your face scarcely illuminated by the dim light from the kitchen that he's left on for you. Desire and disappointment grip his stomach as he turns to head to his bedroom.

The next morning , you awake to something cold and wet brushing up against your face. “Pablo….down, buddy” William chuckled.

Opening your eyes, you’re initially disoriented from waking from a deep sleep. You see Pablo sitting in front of you (you swear he’s smiling), waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.

A wide grin spans your face.

“Oh…sweet boy…thank you for the kisses” you softly say, encouraging Pablo to hop up onto the couch. Pablo gladly obliges and lies lengthwise on your torso. You murmur words of affection to Pablo’s face as you rub behind his ears and nuzzle him back with your nose.

Banksy comes bouncing across the room wanting to join in on the love fest.

You smile apologetically at William. “Sorry I passed out before you came back; I wasn’t able to keep my eyes open.”

“I’m glad you stayed…looked like you needed the rest.  The snoring though - you sounded like a freight train” William says with a smirk.

“I’ll take my snoring over you ripping farts all night” you jokingly retorted.

“Hey…I couldn’t help that…it was better out than in. I seem to remember you laughing until you almost wet yourself…you weren’t exactly complaining”, William laughs.

“You held me under the blankets…fucking Dutch Oven - and that wasn’t laughter, that was gasping”.

William starts laughing that trademark laugh.

You roll your eyes as you smile widely at him. “Yeah, keep laughing there, chuckles. Good times”.

Yeah...they were. So many good times together William thought.

You both take a lingering look at one another, and before he notices you blushing, you excuse yourself and head to the washroom.

Every thought in your mind concerning William has shifted. Last night, prior to Trina's arrival that is, you felt a closeness resurfacing with William. The calmness he always seemed to provide to you, just naturally with his presence, had begun to return.

But now, with this new day, there's just uncertainty and uneasiness that has settled in your gut. You realize now that you don't know him like you used to. Maybe it was a stretch to think that you ever did. After all, in the three years you were involved, you only managed to string together a month here, or two months there - and then you would have to leave. Only experiencing the best side of each other; it seemed true that no two people could be more entranced with one another than you and William when you were together.  But everything has changed since then and it’s doubtful that you want the same things from life.

Returning to the living area, William’s about ready to head out with the dogs. Both Pablo and Banksy run over to you, falling over each other for your attention as if you’ve been gone the whole day instead of just 5 minutes.

“I’m not sure if they love me as much as they seem to love you…I feel like a distant second to them now”.

“Awh - boys, you better go see your Dad…he’s feeling a little jealous” you say as you kiss and nuzzle the tops of their heads.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me for their walk but I think it’s pouring out there now. I might just take them to the rink and let them run around there, I guess.”

“I would have but one - it’ll kill me to walk in those things” you nod your head towards the stilettos. “And, two - I better head out…there’s a ton of things I have to get done before I leave. Otherwise, I would have loved to.”

You finished getting ready and within minutes, the 4 of you were descending in the elevator towards the main lobby. William offers to walk you out to the parking lot but you decline. Figuring his car is in the underground lot, there was no need for him to get him and the dogs soaked as the heavy December rain ensued.

“It was good to see you…memorable in the most legendary Nylander way” you say smiling.

Before he could respond, you crouch down to acknowledge the dogs, allowing them to put their front paws on your knees for more wet nose boops and kisses.

As you stood up, you could see his expression had changed. He didn’t look like his normal light hearted self. He looked weary. He looked like he had a million things to say but wasn’t able to utter a single word. Instead, he reached out and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you in a firm embrace. You felt his breath on your neck as he lowered his head and rested it against yours.

You pull back slightly and give him a warm smile. “I know you’re travelling too pretty soon - wishing you great games and safe travels, ok?”

“Yeah, you too. Shit - we didn’t get to talk about Christmas - the family coming - or anything like that though…”

“I’m in contact with your parents about everything - someone is bound to fill you in but seriously, there’s nothing for you to worry about. As long as you show up sometime after you fly home from Columbus, you’re golden” you say with a grin.

This time, the silence between you weighed heavily in the air.

“Ok…you better get going there, superstar. Traffic’s going to be shit…I don’t want to hear Sid Seixeiro bitching about you being late on Breakfast Television again.”

William laughed out loud. “Yeah - got a lot of flak for that one…I didn’t know you knew about that”, William says as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck

“Well, it was pretty much splashed around everywhere at the time. I couldn’t avoid it”, you smirk.

You turn to look out at the steady stream of rain and sigh; half of you wants to go with him and the other half wants to get the hell out of there, downpour be damned.

“Ok then…I’m off. See you later, boys”, you grin at William and the dogs, turning to head across the lobby and out into the miserable and wet December morning.

William heads back into the elevator, hands jammed in his pockets, feeling uneasy about how everything with you was left up in the air.

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #willy styles #nylander #nhl fic #ficrec #hockey #nhl imagine #nhl smut #nylander x reader

[thisisnotthenerd]

one thing you can say about aabria iyengar is that any character she makes slaps so hard. any of them. hot powerful ladies with an innate sense of self and sometimes dubious morals. not a single miss. i admire the commitment to divorcing the cr cast, and her sitting with travis and sam again is so exuc to me. silly goofy table with super interesting character dynamics. this time it’s both of them that can kill her super easily, with sam as a new friend with fundamentally different beliefs and travis as the ex.

things we know about deanna leimert:

the coziest gnome--knits, wears a big blanket/sweater and uggs, and carries around stew.

unique laughter

reluctant cleric of the dawnfather

had a fling with chetney ~200 years ago

came to uthodurn, made a family with dustel? and then died after being attacked ~10 years later

still has a thing for chetney, but ~it’s complicated~

lowkey a monsterfucker

resurrected by a high level cleric of the dawnfather ~2 years ago, met FRIDA, and started adventuring with them? we still don’t know exactly what they were up to

lowkey dweomer & laerryn energy. if i had a nickel for every time aabria iyengar played a powerful divorced spellcaster with a loyal aeormaton companion who was present around an apogee solstice i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice

was happy in an afterlife for ~200 years and got pulled from it. the implications of the rest of her life and family moving on are so spicy. i love the character concept. direct contrast to laudna in terms of the resurrection itself.

the idea of waking up to see your partner, older, wiser, and beyond you at this point in your life is so messed up. waking up, feeling like an obligation, a completed promise (to whom? may i ask), and a relic of a time long passed got me really hard. she had a relatively happy life, died, and came back only for everything from that period to hurt. she came back exactly the same, but the world changed in her absence. it’s like that one post that was going around about bringing back your dead wife and you’re insisting that she came back wrong but she’s just normal. coming back to a light type of magic and a connection that you can choose to pull on based on who brought you back.

vs laudna waking up alone physically and coming back ‘wrong’, combining innate magic and a pull from someone else. opposite side of the coin in magic style, all shadows and eldritch energy. no obligation to a past life, but being chased out of the places that you made for yourself. a deep trauma associated with your death and the place that you lived before. your body and countenance stuck in the same state that you died in, so your magic takes on more and more reminders of your death. your family sent you to your death and you never see them again except for within the confines of your mind.

i don’t know if we’ll get a laudna & deanna interaction soon, but i so want them to meet and talk about it at least a little. I want to see how imogen continues to react to deanna for these UBH episodes

fiercely defensive of FRIDA and quicker to judge chetney based on past experiences, even though the rest of uthodurn bell’s hells (UBH) did try to warn them

definitely in a weird place in terms of the gods. the thought of faith as batteries or food for the gods is very very similar to ludinus’ comments in that long monologue:

“The greatest lie ever told is that we need them. We are their gardens, their cattle. They created us to feed them with our faith, our hope, our souls. Lapping up their fables, give them form, purpose, control.”

also the concept of the gift of rest--while coming more from FRIDA than deanna, i think applies differently from two characters who experienced that and were pulled out of an eternal rest. very much self-projection energy that i’m getting. also, powering the gods off is distinctly different from eating them, but has a little bit of a similar taste.

thoughts for the future:

i think this is going to be an opportunity to introduce another couple of factions. that fact that we’re up to three clerics in a six person party is giving me inklings of getting into vasselheim or at least some religious drama, post-chetney backstory. there’s definitely some god-indifferent sentiments in the party, and BH’s most religious people (fcg, and to a much lesser extent orym) are separate and can’t compare notes. aabria and christian are taking them on some kind of ride going forward.

also the idea that D has been awakening and shipping aeormatons all over the world. the ones we’ve seen so far have had some interesting experiences with the gods--a holdover from aeorian thought about the gods? if aeormatons and other aeorian weapons/tools of artifice were being designed to kill the gods that has room for some fun and spicy exploration going forward, if UBH goes to aeor.

i hope that these trial of the take style episodes let us have these characters for a little while. they’re meant to contrast and be foils to chetney and fcg specifically, but the interactions with fearne and imogen have so much potential, and i can’t wait to see where they go.

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #deanna leimert #aabria iyengar #aabria my beloved #bells hells #bell's hells #cr frida #cr deanna #cr chetney #cr fcg #cr laudna #cr imogen #cr fearne #chetney pock o'pea #fresh cut grass #laudna #imogen temult #fearne calloway #uthodurn bells hells #c3e52 spoilers

[weekend-whip]

Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 7

Prompts: Gen / Team Fics! (IIIIITS THE GRAND FINALEEEEEE)

lloyd garmadon makes kai smith cry on his birthday- Has been recc'ed a couple times but *I* just read it and now *I* have to rec it too! The brotherly dynamic between the two already has me by the throat, but then both of their perspectives on birthdays just really helps drive the point home!! So pleased to have this fic shown to me!

Aftermaths: Lloyd and Kai post-MotO and oof they both go through it emotionally

Visionary- A fic jam-PACKED with introspective and dynamics with the main six, consisting of Lloyd getting a glimpse of what the other's went through prior to becoming ninja (and other hardships), while the other five use their experiences to help Lloyd move forward with his own troubles. That's...literally the barest I can break this fic down into, but there's soooo many emotions and moments and perspective and AAAAAA

An Endless Light: Made ME weep, man. WEEP I SAY. An immortal Lloyd just loves his family, man. AND GODDD THE ENDINGGGGG

the L-word: FIVE TIMES THE NINJA TELL LLOYD THEY LOVE HIM (and the one time he says it back) THE FOUND FAMILY VIBES ARE STRONG WITH THIS ONE!!! PLATONIC USAGES OF I LOVE YOU *throws flowers petals* LET THE PEOPLE LOVE OUT LOUD!!

The Sun Rises Every Single Night: TIME TRAVEL FIC of Lloyd contending with holy crap how much things have CHANGED but also, despite everything, he is still himself. Kind of a character study, but all entertaining and wholesome ;w;

Time Marches On: A fic that is lamentably not finished, but the chapter that IS there is a wonderful reflection by Wu on how his students have changed (I like time-reflective fics, I suppose) punctuated with a heart-wrenching conversation with Lloyd, which is something I will always love to see~ (but pls if for nothing else the Wu+Lloyd convo is so GOOD *rolls around*)

Thank You, For Giving Me Wings: Or, Five Times the Ninja accidentally called Wu 'Dad' (and the one time one of them didn't on purpose). Oh look, another time-reflective piece about Wu and the Ninja, but this time by me! And could be finished if the Nya chapter didn't give me such a writer's block on how to phrase what I want to saaaay *wails* Anywaaaay, lot of Wu and lots of family emotions and lots of the ninja being vulnerable and soft in their "father's" presence ;w;)/

Some Burn Hot, Some Burn Cold: A story about Lloyd, Elemental Powers, and the effects both those things can have on the ninja's emotions. Everyone's got a role to play in this one, though the parts with Cole and Lloyd hit me the hardest, man. Also may or may not have been my inspiration for Elemental Outbursts ;P

All I Want For Christmas is You: If I had a nickel for every time I recc'ed a Christmas fic in the middle of July, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's (about to) happen twice (aka Lloyd experiences Christmas for the first time and attempts to hide that fact and the ninja simply love him very very very much in the process).

All I'm Asking For- And last but most certainly not least, my other very favorite Ninjago fic ever, the masterpiece that inspired me to get back into writing to begin with ;w;

Kind of a (Christmas-y) AU the diverts from MotO but doesn't necessarily contradict it either, my mere meager description just cannot do it the justice it deserves! Everyone gets some form of closure after all these years of fighting to just be okay, even if for a little while, all sprinkled with marvelous character moments and interactions and holiday shenanigans that are guaranteed to warm your heart at one point or another. A great pick me up to dive back into year round regardless (as I do)

(this fic is technically and obviously about everyone, but the way it starts and ends with Cole's perspective on his team............ *bursts into tears* something about it just feels so perfectly right in a way I still can't manage to explain. But know I hold this fic so very near and dear to my heart and you should too <3)

And that is it! Woot, didn't think I'd make it every day, but turns out I read a lot more than I think! Shoutout to @21st-century-ninja for putting this all together!!

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago fic rec week #fic recs #how nice it has been #to go back and reflect on all i have ever loved #(well most of it anyway)

[itsmaddieforreal]

FMAB / AoT Comparisons and Contrasts

I was holding off on making this post because I didn’t have enough evidence to compare EVERY aspect from both franchises, but I feel like I have enough evidence to at least explore the similarities between a majority of the main characters and a couple locations. That said, I reserve the right to make a second part to this post if I feel like it.

OKAY! SO!

Because I am an avid, hardcore fan of both Attack on Titan and Fullmetal Alchemist, I began to look compare and contrast characters from both series and oh my goodness the similarities are uncanny- like, y’all, I’m so convinced Isayama took inspiration from FMA, I’d be shocked if he didn’t.

Before I get into anything, I should point out that someone has already made a couple of these observations already in a Reddit post, but I’m just adding onto these findings. Link to the OG post is below.

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED EITHER SHOW!!

Alright, so to start off in terms of characters, we’ve got Edward Elric and Eren Jaeger.

They’re both hot-tempered kids who lose their moms and see her suffer in horrific ways.

Their dads also technically walked out on them early on in their lives.

They also lose body parts but get them back at some point.

The deaths of their mothers trigger their character arcs, starting with how? Enlisting in the military.

Then there’s Winry Rockbell and Mikasa Ackerman:

Childhood friends/love interests whose parents died at a young age.

They care deeply about the protagonists.

They’re also terrifying when angry.

Alphonse Elric and Armin Arlert:

The blonde, smart, sensible characters who are almost always by the protagonists’ side.

Got an absolute GLOW-UP as they got older.

Trisha Elric and Carla Jaeger:

Mothers to the protagonists who have the signature “dead anime mom” hairstyle.

Died while the protagonists were young.

Their deaths prompted their sons’ character arcs. (If not the entirety of both series.)

Unaware of their husbands’ past.

Van Hohenheim and Grisha Jaeger:

Fathers to the protagonists who walk out on their families at an early age.

Both wear glasses and have somewhat? long hair.

Both were either directly or indirectly responsible for murder at some point.

Under the heel of a higher power too. (Grisha with Marley and Hohenheim with Xerxes.)

Jean Havoc and Jean Kirstein:

These are literally the same characters, just different shows.

Same first name, same haircut, same mannerisms, SAME ENGLISH VA-

Also kinda got a glow up as they got older.

Once again, if I had a nickel for every time Mike McFarland voiced a character named Jean with an undercut and playboy tendencies, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right??

Roy Mustang and Levi Ackerman:

The cool, collected and unbelievably badass heartthrobs with black hair and high military ranks.

Also terrifying when pissed off.

Riza Hawkeye and Hange Zoe:

The second in command that’s usually by their superior’s side.

Also unbelievably badass.

People may or may not ship them with their superior.

Erwin Smith and King Bradley:

I honestly could not find much similarities between these two except for the fact that they’re both leaders of their military division?

And they both die in the end I guess.

Maes Hughes and Marco Bodt:

The kind, gentle hearted ally of the protagonists who find out the truth about their enemies before anyone else and dies because of it.

Lust and Annie Leonhart:

Female antagonists that get dealt with early on in their series.

Capable of regeneration of their body.

Brings harm to the protagonist’s ally at one point. (Lust with Hughes and Annie with Marco.)

Gluttony and Bertholdt Hoover:

Male antagonists who are usually around or involved with their female partner one way or another (Bertholdt with Annie / Gluttony with Lust).

Care for their female partner a lot.

Both are killed by being eaten by someone (Bertholdt is eaten by Armin / Gluttony is eaten by Pride), but not before desperately crying out for their female partner (Bertholdt cries out for Annie / Gluttony cries out for Lust).

Scar and Reiner Braun:

Scorned men and enemies of the protagonist who eventually come after them to get revenge for their homeland(?).

Turn around and become good(?) in the end, fighting alongside the protagonists’ allies against a common but VERY different enemy (Reiner with Eren / Scar with Father).

Truth and Ymir Fritz:

Beings from another realm that interact with the protagonist one way or another.

Aid the protagonist realize their full potential, for better (Edward) and for worse (Eren).

Homunculi and Titan Shifters:

Mysterious beings with regenerative properties and unique powers.

Their powers can be transferred to new users if the previous users dies(?) (Ex. Greed with Ling / Eating a Titan Shifter as a pure Titan).

I swear I am not crazy, I just have an unhealthy obsession with both of these shows. Making a part two shortly.

OG Reddit post here:

#Anime #manga #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #comparison #contrast

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A-Z Fluff (Aaron T Edition)

Gen ;; Fluff - Alphabet Headcanons

Warnings ;; no

Proofread + Edited ;; also no

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 20 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! ONE MORE SLEEP !!

Due to the missed days I will be posting a bunch tomorrow,, consider that my gift to you all lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)

Your first together can range from T wanting to climb a mountain and settling for a hike to staying in and playing video games. It'll have to be something engaging though or T may just zone out real hard lmao

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

T loves the idea of a big family,, like an impossibly large family and he definitely wants to try adoption or fostering of some kind

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Like a koala to a tree,, somehow all limbs become involved and he will cling to you and not let go until he feels like it

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Most likely chaotic,, you know if its running smoothly there was interference from the boy's or you planned the date lmao

The chaos is charming though..

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are his soul mate,, you perfectly complement him

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

There isn't a time T can pinpoint where he realised he was in love with you,, he just knew.. T likes to say he didn't fall in love but instead took your hand and you walked into love together

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Ish.. there's energy in everything T does,, even his calm is like an energetic calm if that makes sense and so is his gentle.. energetically gentle or smthn idk

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

T likes to squeeze you hand and rub his thumb over the back of it. He'll squeeze it every now and then almost as if to reassure himself you didn't disappear

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Massive freak out,, lots of flapping,, tons of frantic, nervous energy.. he will require another member, prolly Jesse, to help him out

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Eh,, not really.. T gets huffy if he feels like you're not giving him enough attention and may start acting p obnoxious in an attempt to get it but he's never really jealous of the people or your relation to them

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

With his whole being :DD

Your first kiss was definitely initiated by you,, like he was trying but accidentally got himself caught up in a ramble so you took the reigns and made your move

L = Love (Who says I love you first?)

You again,, similar situation actually.. he's rambling on, trying his best to just spite out the words but somehow gets himself into a speech about your eyes and you just blurt it for him

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

His favourite memory is playing uno with you and the boys.. you had no idea what you were getting yourself into and T had so much fun causing chaos

Yall went round the group TWICE with plus 2's before they all ended up on poor Z,, my guy drew 24 fucking cards in one go..

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Tbh T isn't really a material girlie,, his mind is more on spending time than giving gifts gifts he might not really think to get you anything unless you directly ask for it

Exceptions are made for your birthday and Christmas, maybe valentines day and any other gift giving holiday you tell him that you celebrate (again you have to let the guy know lmao) and he will be begging Jesse for help even though he knows you better

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Not really applicable tbh,, no colour really make shim think of you.. at best maybe red but only because of roses and valentines and all that lmao

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

T despises non-ironic pet names they make him feel icky,, catch him calling you the most out of pocket shit for jokes and only jokes

"How are you today, my little napkin corner?"

Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

"How are you?"

"Is ____ technically a sandwich?"

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Play video games or watch a movie with you and maybe the boys if they're around,, he loves big groups

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

For someone,, else he'll crack jokes to try and ease the tensions and take their mind of whatever they're experiencing..

For himself,, T wants to be alone in a quite place to sort out his thoughts and feelings so he doesn't lash out at anyone or anything (he never would but he's scared one day he might)

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything,, the sky is literally the limit and he will start a debate about what counts as the sky and where it ends if you ever say that phrase

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Hear me out,, putting popping candy in his mouth, closing his eyes and just experiencing it.. he lives the tingly feeling and it somehow helps him relax

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

For some reason I get the feeling I've done this before.. oh wait..

Find the fully-written T proposal here

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Grace Kelly - MIKA,, no explanation necessary

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

T does fine,, he saves all his clingy energy for facetime calls with his partner.. man he loves those lmao

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A reptile of some sort,, maybe a gecko or a lizard

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

#4town christmas countdown #4town #4town headcanons #4town aaron t x reader #4town aaron t

[nikibogwater]

Niki Blethers: Daniel Spellbound season 2 First Impressions:

Okay, Netflix, you guys seriously need to get your advertising act together because I was completely unaware that this show had been confirmed for a season 2, let alone that it was already out. 

Uuuuuuggggghhh, the character/monster design is still SO FREAKIN’ GOOD.

I love how Daniel just throws Hoagie at every gross/dangerous thing they encounter. The little snot has had it coming for way too long.

So it looks like it’s been a little while since the ending of the first season, which I wasn’t expecting. Considering the last episode of season 1 ended with Daniel booking it for his life from the Tracker’s Guild, I assumed we’d pick up right where we left off. But I actually kind of like the timeskip here. Daniel is no longer panicked and confused, he is just downright desperate, and quickly losing hope.

Aww, I’m really loving Lucy here. She’s very driven and passionate, and really wants to change the magical world for the better. And I love that Daniel and Hoagie are the only ones she trusts enough to tell about her ambitions. 

Aaaaaand there’s the forced character conflict. -_- 

Hey kids, you ever heard of this new-fangled thing called communication? You should try it some time. Really makes things a lot easier. 

What--HOAGIE DON’T STOP HER. SHE WAS TRYING TO APOLOGIZE! 

Okay, fine, I will give Hoagie a tiny bit of credit, he and Daniel do finally get a moment to just talk to each other, and Hoagie reassuring Daniel that he’ll stick with him no matter what was sweet (if a little bit unearned...) 

Kind of undermined by the fact that he just prevented Daniel and Lucy from clearing up a misunderstanding that is clearly causing Daniel even more grief than he already has to deal with but OKAY MOVING ON TO MORE POSITIVITY!

I adore Shak. She just radiates Chaotic Youngest Child energy. An overeager, inexperienced, sassy little spitfire. She must be protected at all costs.

Oh, she’s looking for her long-lost big brother... 🥺💔

OH??? OH WHAT’S THIS???? IS THAT A FOUND FAMILY BROTHER-SISTER DYNAMIC I SEE FORMING BETWEEN DANIEL AND SHAK?????? 👀

Wow, okay, I forgot that sometimes this show can be surprisingly brutal. Daniel getting impaled by those magical spears caught me totally off-guard (but in a good way). 

Also I would like to re-iterate a point I made in a past Blethers post: Daniel is a Whump-magnet. I haven’t checked the fanfic community for this show yet, but I’d bet a nickel that it’s mostly Daniel Whump fics. 

As critical as I get with this show, I do genuinely enjoy it, and finding out there was already a second season out was a really nice surprise. I feel like some of my criticisms of season 1 are already being addressed, and that makes me hopeful that Daniel Spellbound will keep improving throughout its runtime. Again, I do recommend this show for anyone who enjoys animation. Even with its flaws, it’s still a very fun and creative romp with really likable characters (sans Hoagie) and a fascinating world.

#niki blethers #daniel spellbound #daniel spellbound spoilers

[redinthefaceandcheeks]

Author Notes on The Rubber Factory

The Author Notes series is a long running segment on my Patreon that covers my personal thoughts on my published stories, including writing tricks I used for certain scenes as well as how and why I set up my stories in a certain way.

Going forward I will be publishing Author notes that are at least one year old to the public.

I hope you enjoy this behind the scenes format of this post while I continue to work on the next story. *** 

Link to the story in question 

Oh boy, this was a doozy of a story. This one was a gift for someone and the story prompt I was given for the story was Rubber, control, and transformation. With that I decided to revisit the Living Doll story setting, but add a bit more context and twists this time.

Initially I had the sub not ‘get’ the appeal of rubber and latex on principle but I felt that was a bit lazy and forced. I hit up one of my gear head resources to come up with realistic reasons why someone would be hesitant or reluctant to put on rubber all the time. The answer given was; the effort for upkeep and the lube and prep getting into it. With that I also wrote the backstory that Craig was more gun-ho on the idea of rubber than the sub, which also caused a bit of friction between them.

I was given the ok to go full 180 on a character with the sub turning from a brat to a happy little drone at the end. I did this with the ‘show don't tell’ approach with the sub constantly dragging his feet on everything and being moody about everything about this appointment.

The bratty behaviors of the sub I borrowed from every moody teenage character from every family movie and T.V show; petty displays of actions and sulking. On top of that I wrote in a few reasons to be reluctant with the appointment; the early wake up and long ride across the city.

As for the creep factor: this is once again in the Author notes where I mention the horror aspect of my writing. It was my choice to put the rubber store in a warehouse to begin seeding the creep factor. It was also practical realism,  if I had a nickel for every popup company in a warehouse I would be a rich man.

This time I used a LOT of build up to the eventual twist . The same build up in Slasher films that had the slow build up to the suspense by sprinkling in the scenery before the big reveal. The sign, the layout and interior of the shop, the posters of the other drones, the assistant's conversation, and of course the ‘attitude adjustment’ line by Giovanni.

Giovanni was supposed to just be a no description and no-name character like ‘The Handler’ in my other stories, but as the story developed more and more in the drafts his involvement warranted a name and description.

The measuring was drawn upon my time I had to get measured for a tuxedo ...a long while ago as well as the hairdressers, where people work around you and on you without engaging with you. I mean there's always idle chats at those locations but the staff are always more focused on their tasks at hand.

I actually had to look up youtube videos on how cat suits are measured and made to write the authentic experience and workstation with scissors, zippers and glue. Before I did the research I had the work station include needle, thread and a sewing machine, which was totally off. Bottom line: Always do your research fellas, it’ll prevent you from looking like a fool.

I wrote about that to lull the sub into a sense of comfort until the prick of the nanobots. Like horror and street magic I had Giovanni swoop in and reaffirm that it was all ok and necessary to the process to distract the sub with something else. Like horror movies I had an opportunity for the sub to walk away and leave in a huff but the thought process that he was already there and between the implied price and being halfway done he decided to stay which sealed his fate. Sunk Cost fallacy, look it up!

Soon the suit was done and of course it was a perfect fit. To get the sub to humor Giovanni with the suit there was the line about the custom made lube that acts as a moisturizer. I don't know if water based lube does any harm to one’s skin care over all nor do I know if there is a moisturizing lube out there that has vitamins and aloe in it.

With the suit on, the sub was able to leave when a sleepy and dizzy spell overcame him and again it was attributed to the other aspects of the day as Giovanni again swooped in and offered his couch to nap on.

The nap was a segue to a dream sequence, I left it vague but I meant it to be about the sub looking at the inside of his own skill, with the white domed walls and the changes in your gut was supposed to be the physical reorganization done by the nanobots. A English lit major could also claim that the feeling of movement in his dream body was the change of the self, the change in his own Persona ….4 Golden on Steam for 19.99 USD. Go play it right now!

After that dream the sub faded back to conscience with people talking around him but without context the sub couldn’t make out what it’s about until he came through and this is where the big reveal took place and where the fun began.

I started with Craig issuing the demand to get up, which was answered by a bratty and lazy response by the sub. He tried it again and that solicited a response with a fire lit under him, my best attempt to convey the idea how someone’s subconscious could be reprogrammed to be complied to follow.

From there Giovanni ran down the list of cool features like a car dealer on the phone app because everything's on an app these days. From there it led to body modification, which I am not happy to admit is verbatim from the living doll story even with the same beats.

It went from the tone and achievable body, then big and impressive bodybuilder to the small and petite. It was there I went on the other request this person requested to include, Boobs.

To introduce it I gave it the good ole ballooning scene, as the pecs kept growing before the support gave out and they fell with a satisfying jiggle. Another paragraph about feeling them and getting the touch sensation on both sides and the truth sets in.

The sub tried to protest in any way possible which set off a notification on the phone, which lead to Giovanni to highlight the biggest feature and something that this whole story was leading up to

It was why I gave the dom and name and why the sub never addressed him with an honorific title. Why I had the sub have so many bratty behaviors and why he was so reluctant to participate

Because it all got wiped away at the touch of a button and to signify that I had the narration switched with it. Now it was ‘Master Craig’ and ‘Head Designer Giovanni’. The sub was now grateful for the change and thanks Giovanni with a handshake. With the total remodeling of his character there was no problem with the sub patiently waiting on Craig as he took his time shopping and browsing the inventory. Along with holding Craig’s bags and now the sub to be the one opening the door on the way out onto a bright and sunny new day.

This was one of my more ambitious stories and like Mall Trip: the Movie, there were times in both that I wanted to create a break to make it a two-parter but I pushed through and I think both posts were better because of it.

Between this and Mall Trip; The movie I actually got mental burned out on writing fiction stories which is why there was a break in content for two weeks, which I used to write author notes and relaxed instead.

Burnout is real even for things you enjoy doing.

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I recently found out that the Beywarriors: Cyborg English dub has surfaced and I urge everyone to watch it. Considering the only other way I found to watch it was with subtitles in Mandarin and Japanese audio, this is much better (I used the Google Translate app’s camera feature to translate subtitles and that worked but was less than ideal)

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLKlUqanVMOCAbcz8Qv5wUItw70skH2FWg

Now that I can actually understand the dialogue without poor translations, I have more thoughts on it. I’ll put the well thought out ideas (like the fact that this has an overtly political message about nationalism and climate change) on another post, so here have everything else

Commander Homura gives me gender envy

Boyle and Homura give off a very specific kind of vibe. Like Homura has mom energy and Boyle has dad energy but they don’t give couple energy (and much less divorced energy)

Considering Nico’s name references Nikola Tesla, Al references Thomas Alva Edison, and they live on Teslandia, I have reason to believe other characters have similar naming conventions, but I can’t find them

King August’s ship is a Lucius class. His full name is August Claudius Lucius. Man’s ship is named after his family (they never say when it was created so it could be named after him, his dad, his grandfather, or any prior ancestor)

The music that plays when August arrives at the final battle is amazing. The whole ost is as good as mfb’s

Vargas really thought that publicly stating his plan involves making half of his own country uninhabitable wouldn’t be a highly unpopular thing

I want Homura’s earrings

Sunburst’s whole thing (when compared to Stone specifically) is that they get to bask in the sun all day while the people of Stone are forced to live underground. And yet Sunburst’s ruler is the pastiest mf on the show

Vargas is a piece of shit that everyone hates, but his speech before Sunburst fought Flame the first time was great (this may be an intentional nod to how bad leaders can sway people through their public speaking skills. Or it may be a coincidence)

We never get the name of Flame’s new ruler. But we get the name of the 2 recurring extras on Flame’s ship

We never get the name of August’s father or grandfather

Ramon projects the lore to the other characters the same way Dynamis does

Evil Getsu, Taiyo Cyclops, and Henge Gargoyle have fur. It looks uncanny when compared to the completely metal (and whatever material lightsabers are made of) construction of the other warriors

Why didn’t Hasbro make toys of this. They did make Beywarriors, but those were a different thing based on Shogun Steel. I mean I want my Torch Fireblaze and Sabre Lion action figures

If I had a nickel for every time that kid from Stone was trapped in a cave in and saved by Gai, I’d have 2 nickels

#beyblade #beywarriors #beywarriors cyborg

[kodoku-roxi]

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I said I’d come back with an update, right? Right. This post is about health and i will write another one after this one about the more important things ( i have a new laptop!!! and it’s amazing :DDD )

So my state health is fine, I am fine, I didn’t lose any internal organs, (I just... that was my biggest fear, ok) and my back doesn’t hurt anymore, witch is fantastic!! 

I had to stop drinking coffee, and you know, you can’t stop drinking coffee instantly... in a day.... you can’t do that. It was bad. 

And I had as well to stop my regular meds so I could take the NEW meds for the problem I was having….. fun! my body didn’t like that. And now it's been a week since I returned to the previous meds, and you know, again, my body didn’t like that. If I had a nickel for every time I stopped taking my meds for a period of time and then went back on them and instead of helping me not to pass out on the middle of the street it made me feel worse.. I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but let’s just say that it happened only 2 times.

I had terrible insomnia. It was worst than ever, literally only one or 2 or 4 hours a day of sleep for like 2 weeks. The walls were moving, and I had the feeling that the door was opening from time to time, sometimes even seeing it opening for a second, and the room was spinning, but that’s normal for me, it happens right now when I’m moving my head

So I was in the kitchen, making some tea and the house owner saw my condition, and that I could barely walk.... she. called. my. mom. Let me tell you something, she almost kicked me out when I had the first dose of the vaccine because I was feeling sick as fuck and I couldn’t take her grandson to the school bla bla, this woman doesn’t give a fuck about my well being. Anyway, her act made me realize how dead I was looking and how serious the problem was.. However, mom didn't help me at all. But I had already talked to the mother of a friend who works as a nurse (as far as I remember…) and she helped me a lot, i mean i knew what i had to do but talking with her (through my friend, i couldn’t talk directly with her...) made me less scared and she told me to take some extra stuff. Even Mariana helped me with the correct painkillers... my mother came to me with some things that didn’t helped me with the condition I had, I told her “ok but at least.. can you bring me some painkillers (i told her the pills i take for pain, she knows well what pills i take for this but noooo she brings me paracetamol sinus instead of nurofen express forte because why the fuck not) and bonus she told me that she will talk to the doctor in more details but she didn’t, and this is the second time when she does this. I don’t have my doc’s phone number, she does, and one day I will ask her to give me doc’s number, one day. Idk what’s with my mom... she’s a smart woman... why is she doin this, she drives me crazy sometimes.

Now I’m doin well, I am ignoring her most of the time since then because it seems to me, more and more, that we are a family only on paper, I will not stop talking with her because she has cancer and i need to know that she’s fine and i have to help her when she needs help

Anyway I’m no longer in pain, i repaired my sleep, kind of, but my mental state is more unstable. Fortunately, i can deal with this, i know what to do, so this is not a problem. I can say that i am ready to come back to share my drawings and maybe i will write some stuff to end a certain story and honestly i will start talking more, most because i will stop stressing about my english, i’m just tired... this was supposed to be my happy place, yeah i will try to control my anxiety, surprisingly im tired of being stressed about anything and everything all of the time

a little bit of everything all of the time, apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime, anything and everything all of the time -

#words words la la la

[sephirothmon]

i see a correlation between the backrooms and its fandomization to how it was with creepypastas. the backrooms started with a 4chan post, which introduced a scary concept of an out-of-bounds liminal space dimension. then kane pixel's video series on it takes the concept and expands upon it, using the concept of it but making it its own separate thing. same thing happened with slenderman. it started as an image post about a creepy figure captured in photos of children at a playground. then marble hornets was made, and used the concept of the character but made an entirely new and unique story with him, making it a separate creation from the original slenderman post but still incorporating the character.

then the same thing happens to both: the fandomization makes them less scary. i will admit first that i'm very biased into liking the creepypasta fandom bc i grew up really liking it. but anyways, fandomization of slenderman and other creepypastas, taking them from their sources, and making them into silly cartoon antic characters took away from the scare factor a lot of them had. this is why, understandably, many people who were a part of the original slenderman post hated when he got popular. because people were making memes of him, making silly art, drawing him in a big mansion with other creepypastas acting like a family (or other interpretation of slender mansion), etc. it was upsetting to see this mysterious creepy entity being turned into.. for lack of better terms: a meme, tumblr sexyman, and funny guy.

same thing happened (or is still happening?) to the backrooms. i will also be clear i was not into the fandom of it and know very little of this, i only know of the original post and the kane pixel series and the roblox game. as it got more popular, people in the fandom and on fan wikis added more and more layers and characters to the backrooms. it made it less 'creative' in the way where many ideas were based on something already existing and not wholly original. and since it was many people contributing, the ideas didnt mesh together. the cohesion of a single person or small team working on a project wasnt there. people also add in things that make it akin to scp's, but from what i've seen its almost never as scary or intriguing as actual scps (who have moderators comb through submissions to post). basically, because of many different people wanting to add many different things, and a lot of those things lacking intrigue, scariness, or original horror/otherworldliness, it made the 'backrooms world' very watered down very quickly. many people are upset because of this; something so scary in concept, that also got even more popular because of an indie video series around the concept, got way too popular, and the fans and resulting fandom watered it down, took away what made it scary, and turned it into 'everybodys playground'.

im not making this to say either of these fans or fandoms are bad, theyre not. but if i had a nickel for every time i saw this happen, i'd have two, which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice. i guess what i'm getting at is that i saw history repeating itself in real time. although the backrooms fandomization happened so much faster than the creepypasta one, im assuming because of how media consumption has changed in the past 5 or so years (memes last weeks instead of years etc etc). i dont have a way to solve it, and i dont really think something like this can BE solved. its just something i noticed and i wanted to talk about it.

#does anyone else have thoughts like this i wanna know. the parallels between them is so similar and weird #creepypasta #the backrooms #i might have gotten some of the backrooms stuff wrong idk i wasnt really in there when it was booming #long post

[dragonlover56]

I posted 1,261 times in 2022

That's 1,039 more posts than 2021!

18 posts created (1%)

1,243 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@dracofelin

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@shiftythrifting

@sylvaniian

I tagged 1,256 of my posts in 2022

#not my art - 247 posts

#aesthetic - 116 posts

#art prompt - 84 posts

#warrior cats - 80 posts

#cats - 52 posts

#nature - 38 posts

#me - 36 posts

#blood/// - 26 posts

#pokémon - 26 posts

#religion/// - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#they even agreed not to tell priya’s family bc it might set them off (i think she’s hindi so that adds another layer bc stereotypically the

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

If I had a nickel for every person I know who has a cat named after the serial killer Dexter, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

The fact that they know each other has to be worth at least two more.

1 note - Posted August 31, 2022

#4

Body horror ahead beware

I got my wisdom teeth out Friday and it’s healed to the point I can actually feel the meaty holes in the back of my mouth and I absolutely hate them

The worst part is I’m incredibly paranoid about getting stuff in the holes, especially now that I can feel them, but the back of the mouth is where humans are supposed to chew most foods so I can barely eat anything, which as you can imagine is doing wonders for my digestive tract (/s), which means I’m super nauseous, especially because I can feel the awful texture of the big meaty holes in the back of my mouth

Long story short, I hate it here

1 note - Posted July 13, 2022

#3

I haven’t changed my bio since 2016 and don’t plan too anytime soon or in the future so

Dead/Frog /// They/He/She /// 20

If you’re looking for the FR stuff that’s at @dhm-rising

My trigger tags are formatted as #subject/// but sometimes I forget

I also don’t tag death mentions unless it’s a spoiler but I do tag dead things

Please don’t look for discourse here it is never the day and I am never the one unless I ask

5 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#2

Honestly, as much as I liked Velma x Shaggy when I was a kid, I am absolutely over the m o o n that we finally got confirmation that Velma is canonically gay

I could’ve used that kind of representation as a kid, (even if my parents probably would’ve banned the show in our house bc ooga booga gay people bad) but that wouldn’t have made it any less important just by it’s existence

I do kind of wish it could’ve been a more permanent character (maybe even bring back Marcie bc I adore Marcie), but we don’t know if Coco will be reoccurring just yet (unless she was actually the villain, but I haven’t watched the movie yet so I digress), but that’s honestly probably an entire other bridge to cross in probably not the near future just because it’s taken us t h i s long to get confirmation of what I think we all know

Also bonus note: I had no idea that Haley Kiyoko was Velma in the 2009 film series until just before writing this post, but my gods talk about dramatic irony lmao

13 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I call this “Smokey Ponders The Orb”

13 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#i can’t tell if that actually tagged anyone and I’m sorry if it did #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #speak of the undead

[beananacake]

Snapshot (Richard Madden x Reader)

New Tradition

(Headcanon 1)

Synopsis: Your story time Twitter thread of how your grandparents thought you were dating Richard Madden becomes viral and you get the chance to meet the man himself.

Headcanon summary: You make this Christmas memorable.

Word Count: 593 words (and two IG posts)

Warnings: Flufffff, mention of the word bitch, someone flipping you off, that's it?

A/N: Happy Holidays, everyone! Bet ya thought you've seen the last of Snapshot? Ha! You thought wrong! Enjoy this little Christmas gift courtesy of Snapshot!Richard :) As always, reviews, comments, suggestions (and reblogs) are super welcome! I hope you Enjoy New Tradition!

Also faceclaim for reader is Jenna Coleman (so it ties up with the tweets in the Bonus Contents) but you can imagine yourself in ;)

Masterlist

Bonus Content 1 | Bonus Content 2 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | One shot 1 | Part 5 | One shot 2 | Headcanon 1 | One Shot 3 | Headcanon 2

• It was Richard’s fifth Christmas with your family.

• His third since he married you.

• And, as always, Gramps had lots of puns and jokes for everyone.

• This year, it was Christmas-themed.

• “What don’t you ever see Santa in the hospital? Because he has private elf care!” was a joke he specifically told for you.

• “How do you know when Santa’s around? You can always sense his presents!”

• “What do you call a broke Santa? Saint Nickel-less.”

• “What’s every parent’s favorite Christmas carol? Silent Night.”

• Gran could only shake her head at Gramps’ antics.

• Y/S/N was still the butt of the joke.

• Dinner was long and fun.

• You ate lots of turkey.

• And mashed potatoes.

• And pecan pie.

• Especially pecan pie.

• “Take it easy on the pecan pie, Y/N.” Gramps said.

• You replied by shoving more into your mouth.

• The gifts were amazing.

• Gramps and Gran got you and Richard matching pajamas.

• Your parents bought you tickets to the play you had been wanting to see but couldn’t because the tickets were always sold out.

• Y/S/N got you another bottle of Moët, again, for the sixth time in a row.

• “I’ve been busy with work! I didn’t have time to get you something else! Be thankful I got you something, you bitch.”

• You only chuckled and tossed her gift to her.

• It was an ugly Christmas sweater with a wine holder made out of a Christmas stocking in front.

• “Since you’ve always been giving me wine, I figured you’d appreciate this.” You said sweetly.

• She only flipped the bird at you.

• Richard gave your gifts to your parents.

• They were Gucci Christmas sweaters that he bought for them when he was in Italy for a press conference.

• And you parents loved them.

• You got Gran a red cardigan with a crocheted Christmas tree on the right side and crocheted cats on the left.

• And Gramps laughed out loud when he got a pun-ny Christmas sweater from Richard.

• On it were the words: when I think about you, I touch my elf.

• There was a plush elf attached on the lower hem of the sweater, in line with his crotch.

• “I was thinking we start a new tradition,” you said to them.

• “How about we take a photo of the first time we’re wearing our Christmas sweaters?” you suggested.

• You and Richard got changed into your matching ones.

• A 3D T-Rex ugly Christmas sweater because why not?

• (Well, obviously because your husband loves dinosaurs.)

• Everyone got into position in Gramps and Gran’s living room.

• Gramps and Gran sat in the sofa.

• Your parents stood on their left side.

• Your sister sat on the floor.

• You and your husband stood on Gramps and Gran’s right side.

• You took three photos with your sister’s phone.

• “Wait! We need some for us too!” You said as you put your phone on the tripod.

• You took two photos with yours.

• “One last photo!” You said.

• “Say WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” Richard exclaimed.

• The look on their faces was priceless as the camera went off.

• You and Richard were beaming widely, each holding an arm of the baby Christmas sweater towards the camera.

• Gramps and Gran looked at you both like you gave them the shock of their life.

• Your mom looked like she was weeping in the photo.

• Your dad almost leapt out of his seat.

• Your sister looked confused.

• And that was the story of how you took the most hilarious Christmas photo you had in your phone (so far).

• (It was also your baby announcement on Instagram.)

BONUS:

#richard madden #richard madden x reader #richard madden x y/n #marvel eternals #eternals #ikaris x reader #cinderella 2015 #prince kit #prince kit x reader #ibiza netflix #leo west #got #robb stark #bodyguard netflix #david budd #richard madden imagine #richard madden fic #snapshot #snapshot fic

[foxofninetales]

Liu Sang Watcher’s Guide - Part 15

Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

Link to part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6  | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Interlude | 13 | 14 |

The Lost Tomb Reboot Season 2

Episode 12 16:30-16:40

Current Liu Sang status: captured, bleeding from a sword wound, vision impaired, mildly concussed, and about to get hauled down into a cave full of bad guys.  Inotherwords, this is one of his better days since he met Wu Xie.

I need to state that I have a love-hate relationship with this green coat. On the one hand, its oversized-ness makes him look even more adorably awkward than usual, but on the other hand they've basically hung a trash bag over 3/4 of a very pretty man.  Ah well - at least this is as bad as it will get and it's not like he'll spend some of his best, most whumpy scenes in a bright orange jumpsuit or anything.

17:47-18:18

Brief flashback to the scene in the caves where Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi were washed away.

21:30-25:39

I love how obvious it is that the production team can't decide if Liu Sang is prettier with or without his glasses and keep switching back and forth at every opportunity.  Same, production team, same.  

(Also, enjoy a shot where Liu Sang is the shortest person on screen.  I'm not saying the Wu family has a thing for tall men, but...)

Typical villain threats about shooting them to expose the traitor, followed by not-so-typical actual follow-through.

My internal monologue at this point: "If you even THINK of having him turn out to be a bad guy after all this time..."

Oh, no, he's not a bad guy.  Just bad... at bluffing.  Apparently being able to hear a lie hasn't made him any better at telling them.

Ohhhh, so that's what an actual traitor's confession sounds like.  Liu Sang takes notes for the future.

The very short future.  Because oh yeah, the other thing "no glasses" means?  Impending whump.

37.57-42.37

Aha! It was all a ruse!

Pictured: area man trying to decide if all these near-death experiences are worth the fact that it's the only time he gets touched by someone.

When Erjing returns, it's an intriguing indication of the loyalty Liu Sang has for Wu Erbai that he's the one who immediately steps forward when he sees Wu Erbai is hurt and has to be held back.

Liu Sang unfortunately doesn't realize that the reason Erjing's heartbeat sounds unchanged, like he's telling the truth, is that he's been lying the entire time he's known him.

That doesn’t mean he's not reasonably suspicious, though.  Disbelieving stare, Liu Sang style.

Oh, look, the others rush off to save Wu Xie while Liu Sang gets left with the suspicious or downright bad guy.  If Liu Sang had a nickel for every time that happened...

Erjing's worst crime?  Removing Liu Sang from the entire next episode.

Episode 13: No Liu Sang

Next time: You need me to rescue Wu Xie AGAIN?  Oh, what a surprise.

Link to Part 16

*Please feel free to use any of the screencaptures from these LSWG posts for your own purposes - crediting is appreciated but optional.

#dmbj #the lost tomb reboot #liu sang #liu sang watcher's guide

[calder]

it's frustrating how there are good stories within 76, in that all the relevant information is technically in the game, but it never shows interest in, like, telling those stories. none of the lore i actually like is intuitively grockable without using the wiki. some of it isn't even documented at all

it's also deeply disappointing how all those stories are buried under content that's beneath them, bc most of the game's text is, like, dry shipping manifests & worse-than-useless, Arrowshot Woman-type vocab wank filler

i didnt understand anything about the local enclave after doing all their content. i could describe why they're cool, but the game sure as hell can't. the clear-cut establishing details i was given were meaningless without an abundance of obscure, disorganized context. but then isnt it just precious how, like,,, actually please just look at this bullshit

Dammit, Janet! A Post-Apocalyptic Culinary Review by Glen Ramos I stumbled across Lady Janet Soft Serve while doing a piece on hidden food gems in Appalachia. The humble establishment, which got its beginnings serving the rural farm families local to the region, had garnered quite the following. Having made it's📷 name as the new trendy teen hangout spot, it was common occurrence on the weekends to see a line stretch down the 94. Lady Janet's popularity can still be seen today, as evidenced by hordes of irradiated 'teens' that still frequent it. As for the ice cream? Well, upon my return I found much more alcohol than ice cream which should tell you all you need to know. 2 stars.

99% of the text in the game is like this. there was no diegetic or creative reason to write this down, and it has not been proofread to this day. this is one of the first notes in the game. fascinating. gee, mr todd, i guess feral ghouls are like teens, when they're at a sockhop, because teens go to sockhops. very very clever.

if i had a nickel for every time Fallout 76 ⇧SARCASTICally referred to feral people as quote-[type of normal person]-endquote i'd trade them for a gun and blow my fucking brains out

#suicide t #sry

[skeletalheartattack]

Open 24 Hours

So, this is a laundromat I remade from memory - I built it first in Hammer, then put it into SFM, then finally painted over everything in paint.net (for the Infomaniac posts, those were mainly made in MS Paint). I think I got it around... 80% right? I had to double check on google maps to at least get the positioning of the front door and window right, but everything interior-wise... all from memory.

When I was really young (during the early 2000s), my family would drive down to this place every so often, due to our washing or drying machine breaking and needing repairs in the meantime; the place was just close enough for it not to be a hassle to drive to and from. I don't think the place had a proper name, beyond just being a "Coin Launromat", but we just called it the Wishy-Washy. I remember it fondly due to the place having a few arcade machines - most of which I can remember, few I don't, but I can at least recall there being other machines there.

Near the back wall (not included in this art, since i couldn't find anything close to the machine) was one of those driving arcade machines - next to that use to be a Simpsons Bowling machine, I remember it well enough due to the fact the controller was just a sphere you'd roll - At some point I think they had a Bubble Bobble machine, which either took the place (formally) of the racing machine or the Simpsons one - Then was probably Mortal Kombat, that or some other fighting game - Lastly I think was Donkey Kong, then next to that was some small gambling card game machine. Outside of those machines, the furthest away from that back wall, next to all the machines, was an old vending machine, then (not in frame) near the window, out looking the parking lot, there was some machine that never worked, I think it some kind of pinball machine, but I couldn't ever figure it out.

I remember this place so fondly due to those arcade machines, but I do vividly remember one time, me, my brother, and my mother were there drying some clothes, and by the time we were about to leave, I wanted something out of the vending machine (I think I just wanted some Starburst or something similar out of it), so I got a dime and a nickel... or quarter, doesn't matter - got what I wanted, then it gave me the exact amount of money I put in. I think at that point, I got a hold of my brother, again can't really remember the exact details, and essentially we emptied the machine entirely. I remember us just like, leaving with multiple bags of cheezits, starburst, and whatever the hell else was in the machine... I remember coming back a few days later to find one of the workers re-stocking the machine.

I also remember me and my mother leaving from... either a Goodwill or something, it was around night time so I don't think we went to a garage sale or anything, but anyway - I remember that I had gotten a VHS copy of like, a few of the Donkey Kong Country TV show episodes, the yellow VHS case with the crystal coconut or whatever. Anyway, I remember just waiting to watch it but we had to wash clothes n whatnot there so I kinda just stood outside with the thing in my hands the whole time. Not really as interesting as the previous paragraph, but so be it.

I think we use to go down there to drive our bikes around while we waited, they had a sign you could kinda drive between the legs of; again, not as interesting but being able to remember that kind of stuff has always been neat to me. Beyond that, there was a distinct smell to the place, combined with the sound of the TV in the place (about where the camera is in my art) that was just on a station that'd play stuff like Fresh Prince and the likes.

I originally wanted to put Boe in this art, but decided not to for a few reasons: 1. I don't have a model of Boe, and I don't think I wanted to paint over a bunch of frankenstiened models, 2. I wanted him to be placed in that driving arcade machine, just off to the side, but I couldn't get a model, 3. After a while of thinking about the poster, I wanted it to be less of a world-building art-piece for Boe - with red hellish lighting looming through the window - and more-so something a lot more personal to me. Maybe one day I can do that piece, but I really wanted to do this as is - Just to keep the place as it was in my mind.

The place was open up until sometime after 2008. It kinda pisses me off thinking about that place having gotten closed down, but what can you do, I remember being there and it would only be me and my family, with sometimes 1-3 people being there at the same time, though we'd always go there about past like 6:00PM with a hamper full of clothes, and stay there for a few hours. I remember hearing about it being closed from my mother, and I still think about the place.

The place was open 24 hours a day, and most days it was entirely empty. Didn't matter if it was night or day. No one operating the washers or dryers, no one screwing around on the arcade machines, no one exploiting the vending machine and emptying it completely, no stupid kids waiting to get home to watch their copy of Donkey Kong Country, and especially not a kid riding his bike around in the parking lot in the dark, with the only illumination being that of the laundromat or it's two legged sign.

What you're looking at, is what I imagine to be the final day after bankruptcy, before needing to get cleaned out and having all the machines removed. I don't think we were there in the months coming up to its closure, I think our washer and dryer were working just fine. I don't think there's anything currently in the spot that laundromat use to fill.

I don't think anyone could ever fill the shoes that place had, any place that came after and tried never could.

#my art #long post beyond the 'keep reading' line #memories #my memory is strange #i can remember so much up until i was 3 #i dont think i have photographic memory though #i dont expect my art to get much traction and thats ok #i think im just fine with folks listening and just kinda experiencing any secondhand nostalgia from me #i do still miss that place #but im atleast happy i can remember it for how it was #i think about that 'your younger self doesnt remember stuff how it was' quote sometimes but i think in my case its bullshit #also im sure theres some small details i am forgetting #like i dont exactly remember if there were any coin machines near the door #but i def feel like there was at some point #not that it matters for the art though. it wouldve been offscreen #this is a lot of notes hklghghlghjfklghjfkl sorry #thanks for reading if you took the time to #if not that's fine. i hope you liked the art atleast #oh yeah i never want to draw/make coin operated washers ever again #those bitches took too long to make and draw over