#{ already started gathering stuff together xD }

[chaoticwithin]

I'm going to cosplay Higgs. 😝 He's ideal, my body is hidden and I can hide most of my face. 😊

#OOC: #{ i'm still not comfortable doing my old cosplays } #{ and haven't had the confidence to even turn up to comic cons } #{ so his costume would be perfect for me } #{ already started gathering stuff together xD } #{ just to save up for the cloak thing ^_^ }

[pinkiepiebones]

Oh?? Well now my interest is piqued! I would like to know The Shirt Saga! 👀 If youre comfortable with it, of course

Ah, yes! Come, gather by the fire, and I shall tell the tale of The Shirt. 'Tis a long tale, so, so grab a snack or a drink. Okay. Good? Then here we go.

PART ONE: A PACT IS FORGED

How it started was July 2017. I got to the venue far too early. I was the only Ghost VIP in line. There were at least twenty Iron Maiden VIPs already there. It was a good time, they were all really nice and had obviously waited for concerts before (this was my first concert outing since 2006 or so). But it was hot. It was so fucking hot, even in the shade. I was wearing a black Ghost shirt I got off Fright Rags but I wasn't going to survive four more hours of sitting outside on the pavement. My brother had just got to the line- he had been looking for a parking spot (technically this concert was his birthday gift; I bought the tickets because he loved Iron Maiden and yes because Ghost). We both agreed to go back to the hotel, grab some food, etc. I had packed another shirt, just a white shirt with a red anatomical heart diagram on it, and decided to change into it. White shirts are better for hot days, right?

Then it's a blur until I met Papa III. I was frozen at the doorway of the photo tent and he opened his arms, his chasuble glittering with intricate beadwork, and he beckoned me with gold talons "come in! Come on in!" I didn't budge. Papa brought his claws together and tilted his head a little, owlish. "I like that shirt you have there," he said. For whatever reason, that broke the ice inside me. I got a hug. I got a picture.

I barely remember the concert now. The A/C was fucked so it was hellishly hot inside. Any time I stopped recording during Maiden's set some old veteran fan would gently grab my shoulder and say "you're gonna wanna record this next bit!" :,) Rock on, old guy who was spending his retirement following Iron Maiden around.

Anyway, the show ended and my brother was trying to get a cab back (we Ubered to the venue from the hotel) and I insisted we wait by the buses. He relented, eventually. XD We waited about an hour with ten or so other Ghost fans. Billy Vanilla regaled us with tales from the road. Ben Cristo (I think that's his name), who had at that point been playing the Nameless Ghoul who played the black and white guitar (I think the fandom calls him Ifrit) came out first and signed all our stuff with the alchemical symbol for fire.

After another half hour, I saw a group on the sidewalk walking towards us. They appeared to be led by a man in a white Misfits shirt and the skinniest skinny jeans I ever saw. He looked ahead and I swear we locked eyes for an instant. I started punching my brother's arm and yelled IT'S HIM IT'S HIM IT'S PAPA PAPA IS HERE. The people went into the bus and him, Papa, Tobias, stopped to say to us all "let me put my things away, I will be back out shortly."

Tobias and Chris Catalyst (played the Nameless Ghoul with the black guitar, aka Aether, until last year) came out with Sharpies and security staff to make sure no pictures were taken. And like I said, Tobias restated how much he liked my shirt. I said, "I actually have two of these, I'll bring you my spare next time I see the band!" He looked genuinely surprised and said "really? Wow, thank you! That's very kind of you!"

PART TWO: THE YEAR OF THE CARDINAL

In May 2018 I saw Ghost again. And Evening with Ghost, it was called. I packed The Shirt and it's twin and flew to Pittsburgh to crash on @csevet 's sofa and drag em to the show. And I got to meet @jayyynine too!! Oh, and Cardinal Copia, we all got to meet him. @csevet and I got to go into the meet and greet photo tent together because we wanted a "family photo" with Copia. According to em, when Copia shook my hand, his gaze went 'face, shirt, face, shirt, face.' Ey insisted he recognised me. I left a gift bag with the security staffer. Inside was several hand-woven bags I made for all the ghouls, and The Shirt. And an SASE because I was feeling cocky, I guess.

Two weeks after the show, the SASE came back. Inside was the card I had provided, along with a Sharpie-scrawled autograph above a THANK YOU next to a little tiny smiling devil face. Literally 😈

Five months later, I got to see Ghost again, wearing The Shirt, my mom in tow. Why? Because she rocks. Anywho, we do the meet and greet. Copia shakes my mom's hand, then goes to grab mine but stops. "That's a cool shirt you have there," he says, gesturing. "You know, I happen to have one just like it." My mom says "that's because they gave you one" and Copia looks over his shoulder at her and says "Yes, I know this."

Mom says that after the pictures I was shaking and yelling "he remembered me" in a "dinosaur shriek noise." I have no memory of this. But the notion that Cardinal Copia- Tobias Forge- had one brain cell with my information stored on it? Well, I can understand why I may have squawked.

PART 3: THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY

In April of 2019 I got tickets for the October show in Hershey, Pennsylvania. I would be meeting up with @csevet again and would drive a rental across the state. No biggie! Well, slight biggie. You see, in September I had a full hysterectomy. My OBGYN and the surgeon *barely* cleared me for travel. But I bought the fucking tickets in APRIL and @csevet got the time off approved at er job so. I couldn't not go.

I had a cane. I was six weeks post op, four weeks actually up out of bed. Ghost's meet and greet crew and the staff of the venue were super accommodating, let us take an elevator to the photo area, someone brought me a folding chair for the lineup. Copia was in his red suit on this leg of the tour. There were so many people, no one had much time to chat with Copia. But I know ...I had the shirt. He took my hand and said gently, "I know we have met before..." I kissed his sideburn.

PART FOUR: PAPA EMERITUS THE FOURTH

Copia was promoted to Papa! Then the world shut down. So for years, nothin'. Then, 2022. Just after my birthday. St. Louis. Ghost.

I had to go. And of course do the meet and greet. Happy birthday to me.

I was alone for this one, for the first time. I felt less alone by talking to other fans, and helping ease the nerves of first timers. Everyone's been a newbie at some point, gatekeeping is for jerks, etc. I was wearing The Shirt and regaling those who would listen with the saga. But I was nervous. I tried to play it off. "Of course he won't remember you," I told myself. "It's been way too long."

Then I get into the tent. Due to the ongoing health concerns there were no hugs or handshakes, and the photos had you and Papa separated by a pane of plexiglass, which would be photoshopped out later. Papa had taken a step from his designated photo spot to explain these things to me, but he stopped mid-sentence, looked me up and down, and said,

"I'm getting like a deja vu here. I have a shirt just like that."

Then his eyes widened and he snapped his fingers and said,

"You gave me it! Yes! Hello, how have you been doing?"

He chatted with me like we were old friends. I told him about graduate school and my hopes for a Masters degree. He said he would love to see me with it.

And then the moment was over. I was overcome with emotions and the group of fans who had gone before me all huddled around and gently sat me down (I guess I looked like I was going to faint) and I started crying and said "after three years he still remembers me" and then "I need to call my mom."

I did also see Ghost this past September, but they weren't doing meet and greets, and as close as I was to the stage, I don't hold hope that me and The Shirt were seen.

PART FIVE: HERE'S TO THE FUTURE

I don't know what the future for Ghost will hold. But I do know that I have been squirreling away money for the next inevitable show. And The Shirt will be ready. Papa III passed it on to Papa IV. Will Papa IV pass it on to Papa V? I don't know, but I am excited to find out.

#long post #very long post #the band ghost #tobias forge #ghost the band

[alpinefrsh]

So do the turtles just assume that the world Tommy came from is another version of normal modern day earth? I mean I think Tommy’s dropped enough information about the SMP that it’s pretty clear by now that his world is definitely a completely different universe than the one the turtles know, not having things like malls and money makes a very big difference. Not mentioning the diamonds. But I can kinda imagine the turtles subconsciously thinking Tommy was a normal human teenager who did stuff like go to high school and go to concerts or whatever they think human teenagers do, and then Tommy does or says something particularly weird and they suddenly remember he’s not just quirky, he’s literally from another dimension.

Personally I think Raph is the type to just constantly forget and is just thrown through a loop on the regular with Tom xD! Mikey’s def gonna be thinking about Tommy’s otherworldly habits a LOT more now after the last fic, I’m actually surprised Donnie isn’t already always thinking about it too lol. Leo’s all diligent and stuff as the leader so I don’t think he’s ever gonna really forget for more than a couple hours at most, especially bc he has that golden information of Tommy’s past deaths. Ohoho, the day Mikey finds out Tommy died in that war he may or may not have been apart of!! Not to mention twice, and all the other wars! God, the angst potential with these two worlds combined!!

Have a good day/night! <3

They definitely assumed that was the case at first, but yeah, as you said, they've gathered more than enough hints to know otherwise at this point.

Okay, to be fair, I'm pretty sure the only turtle with an interest in school is Donnie lol. But, oh my god, imagine him saying something like "Man, if only I had a water bucket, I could totally clutch this." While standing at the edge of a way too tall building to be safely jumping off of, even for animated turtle standards.

And the just, "I'm sorry, what? Please clarify what you mean by 'clutch this.'"

Like, boy, please, a bucket of water will not save you from the pull of gravity.

Ha, Raph asking Tommy about some human thing he heard April mention and getting either complete confusion or a wildly absurd response from Tom.

Oh, Mikey is going to overthink so many things Tommy does or says now that he's pretty sure he engaged in literal warfare at some point.

Donnie was pretty reluctant to engage with Tommy at all unless it was to exchange barbs in the beginning, but now that he's finally accepting him as part of the household, Donnie's definitely going to start taking note of a few things, especially with reviewing audio recordings (because, as seen in the Clothes Don't Make the Turtle episode, Donnie records everything). Nothing too crazy, just enough for him to put a few things together. That being said, he did already put Tommy through a light interrogation about his old world, so he's very aware of things like the weird block gravity and redstone at this point (even if Tommy definitely didn't explain that last one in any kind of detail thanks to not knowing much about it himself)

Oh yeah, Leo's got tons of information at this point, Tommy's let all sorts of stuff slip around him. And yeah, he doesn't really let that stuff go or shrug it off.

And not only that Tommy died three times- but that every death was at the hands of a certain masked fellow.

Ah, if only they would think to bring their puzzle pieces of information together, the turtles would probably be able to put together so much of his backstory at this point.

Oh well, they'll figure it out eventually, whether Tommy wants them to or not :D 👍

Thank you, hope you have a good day/night as well! <3

#inbox #tiittv

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Bells in Autumn

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Eleven

A JSE Fanfic

You guys voted for it, so this week we have a PNPT chapter! A whole bunch of stuff happens in this. It’s the first day of school and that’s a busy day for anyone school-age—AND it’s Schneep’s birthday, too. So I’ll try to sum up what happens. The boys all go to school, and once there, Chase is confronted by a familiar face. She wants to know what’s going on. Then, afterwards, they all gather at Chase and Schneep’s house for a birthday party :) Nothing goes wrong at all! And for once, I’m not being coy about that XD Enjoy!

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“Chase? It’s time to get up!”

Chase groaned and rolled over as his mom turned on the light to his room. It was happening. As much as nobody wanted it to come, it was inevitable: the first day of school had arrived.

“You know you’re going to have to start waking yourself up soon,” Mom said. “I can’t do this forever. Anyway, Henrik is already downstairs. Better make sure he doesn’t take all the chocolate chip pancakes.”

“Chocolate chip pancakes?!” Chase threw aside his blanket and sat up straight. “No, wait, I’m coming!”

“Shower first,” Mom said firmly. “It’s the first day, after all.”

“Did Henrik have to shower?”

“He took a bath last night, remember?”

Chase made a mental note to consider showering at night. “I’ll be right there,” he promised, standing up.

Ten minutes later, he was hurrying down the stairs, fully dressed with empty backpack in hand. He could smell the pancakes from here. Though he usually preferred waffles over pancakes, that all went out the window when chocolate chips were involved. He walked into the dining room to see Mom and Schneep sitting at the table together. “Good morning, Chase,” Schneep said, giving a little wave.

“Morning!” Chase sat down at the seat next to him, where Mom had already put his plate with pancakes and a glass of milk. He reached over for the syrup and started drizzling it over his pancakes.

“Chase, don’t get it on your sleeve!” Mom said worriedly. “You only have one uniform jacket!”

“Sorry.” Chase jerked his arm out of the way of sticky syrup. Today, he and Schneep were dressed identically in the uniform for Hollewych Secondary School: a white button-up shirt, black pants, a dark green dress jacket, and a green-and-gray tie. It was so lame. Chase just knew he looked like a nerd. At least he wasn’t wearing the alternative to the regular tie—a bow tie. Then he would look like a preppy nerd. And at least the school didn’t regulate shoes so he could wear his favorite sneakers. And technically, he could wear his cap at lunch and breaks.

“Alright. I have your timetables here.” Mom held up two envelopes. “It can be hard to keep track of your classes, so you two need to keep hold of these. I also have backup copies that are on the fridge. Those stay in the house. And Henrik?”

Schneep jumped a bit. “Ja?”

“I know the school system is different here, so if you need any help, you know you can talk to your teachers, right?” Mom said gently. “Or Chase. Or even me, if you want.”

“Yeah, you can ask me anything!” Chase agreed. “When we moved here, I had to figure out how school here was different from being in America, so I get it. Here, you can ask me a question now.”

Schneep laughed a little. “Thank you, Chase, but Aunt Jess already explained to me the basics. It is very different, though, so I think I will have to ask you again later.”

“It can’t be that different,” Chase said. “You were in secondary school, right?”

“Yes, I was in the first secondary school, in Gymnasium.”

Chase blinked. “Like... P.E.?”

Schneep laughed again. “No, no. Gymnasium is a type of school. See, this is what I mean.”

“Oh! Huh.” That was confusing. Chase hoped he didn’t have to explain too much. “By the way, what year are you in? Did you have to, like, take a test to figure out where you fit or was it just based on your age?”

“Was I supposed to take a test?” Schneep asked nervously.

“No, you weren’t supposed to take a test,” Mom reassured him. “It’s just determined by your age. You’re in the same year as Chase. In fact, I asked that the two of you share some classes. I know you both got the same homeroom—it’s labeled as ‘form’ on your timetables.”

“Ah.” Schneep looked relieved. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Mom smiled at them both. “Now you two hurry and finish your breakfast. We don’t want to start off the school year late.”

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BRAAP! BRAAP! BRAAP!

“Oh my fucking goddddd.” Marvin buried his face deeper in his pillow. “Shut the fuck uuuuuup.”

Beneath him, he heard JJ shift about on the bottom bunk, and then the annoyingly loud alarm stopped. The bedframe squeaked as Jameson stood up and pulled open his dresser drawer, no doubt taking out the carefully folded school uniform that he’d triple-checked was there the night before. Meanwhile, Marvin refused to open his eyes. Maybe if he just stayed asleep Mam and Dad would leave without him and he could stay home.

He might have actually fallen asleep for a little bit. Because he was suddenly jolted awake by someone pushing on his mattress from below. Repeatedly nudging him in the ribs and stomach. “I get it, JJ, jesus.” Marvin finally rolled over. His top bunk was at the exact right height for JJ to meet his eyes while standing on tiptoes. Which he was doing right now. JJ grinned and waved. “Don’t be a smartass,” Marvin mumbled. “I’m getting up, okay?”

Better hurry, JJ signed. You don’t want to miss breakfast. Dad won’t wait.

“I know, I know.” Marvin sat up, as straight as he could without his head hitting the ceiling. He took one moment to sigh in dread before descending the ladder from the top bunk.

JJ was already showered and dressed. His uniform jacket and pants were neat and unwrinkled, and the green-and-gray bowtie was perfectly straight and spiffy. His bookbag hung from his shoulder. And he was holding Marvin’s school uniform, which he held out for him to take.

“Thanks,” Marvin muttered. He grabbed the uniform. “Now leave so I can change.”

JJ gave him a thumbs-up and an encouraging smile before turning and leaving the room.

Two minutes later, Marvin joined him in the hallway, now in his school uniform, complete with backpack—though the tie was undone. “Alright, down the stairs of doom,” he said, and started walking.

You know I hate when you call them that, JJ said, frowning.

“Why not? It’s appropriate.” The staircase in their house was narrow with steep steps, and the bannister did a strange turn at the bottom that blocked off a fourth of the space at the end. Marvin had once joked that it was easy to fall down their staircase, and if that happened, someone might just hit their head on the end of the bannister. The “stairs of doom” had just stuck after that. For him, at least.

It just seems like a bad omen, JJ said. We walk down these every day, and you’re tempting god or the universe or whoever every time you say that. You’re a witch, you should believe in karma. 

“Yeah, but I don’t think that joking about doom would cause karma.” The two of them were now descending the stairs in question, which creaked loudly—another reason they were the stairs of doom. The wood sounded like it would break any moment, even though their parents assured them it was solid.

Well, speaking of tempting bad fate. As soon as they reached the bottom JJ held out his arm, preventing Marvin from walking forward. You don’t think they’ll say anything about the cape?

Marvin had indeed come out of their bedroom wearing his black cape over the school uniform. “Oh, I hope they do. It won’t stop me. I’ll just put it in my bag and smuggle it in. I double-checked, you know, there’s nothing about capes in the dress code so it’s technically school legal.”

JJ smiled. Well, if you’re sure.

The two of them continued into the kitchen. Mam and Dad were already there, sitting at the small square table with a plate each. Omelets. “There you are!” Mam said. “I was starting to t’ink I’d have to go on up t’ere and get you! We could be late at any minute!”

Sorry Mam, JJ signed. I wanted to be sure everything was ready. We have everything here. Meanwhile, Marvin walked around the kitchen counter and started loudly opening cabinets, looking for bread and cereal.

“Well don’t you look handsome,” Dad said, lowering the newspaper and nodding approvingly. “Have everything in your bag? All your books?”

Yes, Dad, JJ said.

“Hey JJ do you want the one with the fruit or just flakes?” Marvin asked.

Fruit, JJ replied, joining Marvin on the other side of the counter to help him get bowls and dishes.

“You better know t’is is the year school gets serious—for the both o’you!” Mam began the same speech she’d given every first day of school the twins could remember. “T’ere’s more weight placed on exams, and you’ll have to choose your classes seriously, because t’ey could impact your future careers! People love a man who can do maths and sciences, so you better focus on t’at for the year...”

Marvin looked at Jameson. Does she know that you’re in theatre? he asked, hiding his signing behind the cereal box.

JJ nodded. Does she know YOU’RE in remedial math? he asked, hiding his signing beneath the counter.

Marvin made a face. Well the school had to tell her, right?

Mam talked all through breakfast. Dad didn’t say anything of his own, but he did repeat what she said with more emphasis and detail. The twins just let them go on, until, finally, Dad looked at the clock on the wall and folded his newspaper closed. “Well, if we want to be on time we’ll have to go now,” he said. “No time to grab anything else, so I hope you have everything.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Marvin said, and JJ nodded.

“Great. To the car, now.”

The twins stood up and followed their dad to the front door. “Have fun, you two!” Mam called. “Do us proud!”

“Yeah, bye!” Marvin called back. Jameson waved goodbye.

As they stepped outside into the cool morning air, Marvin couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that neither she nor Dad had commented on his cape.

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“Oh no, we have Mr. Bartley first thing in the morning?” Chase groaned. The first thing he’d seen walking into the classroom was the name written on the whiteboard, front and center. He pulled the timetable Mom had given him out of his pocket just to double check they were in the right room. They were. And not only that, but: “I have him later today, too?! Nooooo.”

“What is so wrong?” Schneep asked.

“I had him for English last year, and he’s not only boring, he’s super strict. He doesn’t accept late homework, and if you miss a day you only have one day to make up for everything. And there’s going to be a lot of stuff to make up, because he gives out a bajillion worksheets.” Chase sighed. There goes the hopes of having a better grade in English than last year.

“I have never had any problem with teachers,” Schneep said.

“Really?”

“Well, I have always worked very hard, and been very quiet, so they always liked me,” Schneep explained. “They say I am a smart kid.” He paused. “The last teacher I had...was very helpful. He listened to me.”

“...huh. Well, that’s good. I don’t know if any teachers like me.” Chase paused. “I don’t think they hate me either. Maybe. There was Mrs. Harvey two years ago—okay, maybe one teacher hated me, but I think she hated everyone. Anyway, let’s sit down.”

“Can we sit together?” Schneep asked.

“Well, all the teachers will probably make us sit in a seating chart, but we can sit together at first,” Chase said, walking over to a desk. The second row from the window, in the middle-back. You never wanted to be right next to the window because the teachers would call on you more to be sure you were paying attention, but you wanted to be close enough to see the sun. Schneep followed him and sat in the desk next to him—the third row from the window. There were other students dotted about, either also sitting or standing and talking. “Oh yeah. Schneep. Since you’re new here, the teachers will probably make you introduce yourself.”

“Introduce myself?” Schneep repeated. “Can they not do that for me? I will say hi, of course, but can they not explain everything else?”

“They probably can, actually.” Chase had never thought of that. “But I think they make you do it so people can get to know you. Some teachers might let other kids ask you questions, too. Or they might make you give some fun facts about yourself. So start thinking about stuff like that.”

“Can I tell them unfun facts about myself?” Schneep asked. “Because I am not a very fun person.”

Chase laughed. “You’ll do great, bro. They don’t need to be ‘fun,’ just, like interesting stuff. Talk about your favorite animal or something, I’m sure—”

“It’s you!”

Chase looked around. He recognized that shout. Was it really her?

It was her. Pink Glasses—Stacy Siegel, Heather’s sidekick—was weaving her way around the desks on her way to where Chase and Schneep were sitting. “Chase Brody,” she said, stopping in front of his desk. “Omg. I have been waiting forever to talk to you again.”

“Uhhhh...” Chase’s mind went blank. He glanced at Schneep, who was doing his best to slowly sink under the desk without anyone noticing. The last time the two of them had seen Stacy, she’d shouted at them for being on her front lawn, and then suddenly left when she noticed the monster dog across the street. Neither of them knew how to deal with that. “Whyyy?” Chase finally asked, drawing out the word in uncertainty.

“Why? Why?!” Stacy leaned onto Chase’s desk. “Because there was a freaking giant dog with glowing eyes! A-and you and your friends, you all—I-I don’t know what you did, but there was a lot of green light! What the heck was that all about?!”

“Uh... well you see...” Chase shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Maybe... you’re mistaking me for someone else, cause I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Chase, despite how you don’t remember my name, I remember you perfectly clearly,” Stacy said, leaning back and folding her arms. “And I remember your friends, too. The Jackson twins were there, and that guy whose dad runs the PTA, and you were there too!” Stacy spun to look at Schneep, who had slumped a good few inches in his chair. “You—you’re his cousin, you’re—” She paused. “Sorry, I literally just forgot your name.”

“Henrik,” Schneep said, sitting up straight. “And for your information, none of this is your business.”

“How the heck is a giant dog with glowing eyes not my business?!” Stacy whisper-shouted. “It was right outside my house!”

“Well, it’s not outside your house now,” Chase said. “And it’s never gonna be again.”

Stacy’s eyes went wide behind her glasses. “Did you kill it?!”

“No!” Chase glanced around. Stacy had shouted that loud enough for all the nearby students to look over at them. “Schneep is right, it’s none of your business,” he whispered.

Schneep nodded. “This is something that we and our friends do. Surely you have things you do with your friends, too.”

Stacy’s face shifted. For a moment, she looked sad. Then she got over it. “Well I don’t know why you guys are in charge of—of taking care of giant dogs. I think that’s something the police or animal control should be doing.”

“Are you going to tell them?” Chase asked. “Do you think they’ll listen to twelve-year-olds?”

That seemed to stump Stacy. She stared at Chase silently for a good few seconds. He stared back. Neither of them wanted to break eye contact first. “Alright,” Stacy said. “Listen, Chase Brody—”

“What are you all doing out of your seats?!”

Chase had never thought he’d be glad to see Mr. Bartley. The teacher had just walked into the room, carrying a large briefcase in one hand and a clipboard in the other, like he was attending some sort of business meeting. Mr. Bartley was a very tall man, with a very long face and a ring of dark hair surrounding his bald head. He glared at all the kids in the room. “The moment you enter my classroom, you will sit and not stand until I say so, even if class has yet to start. Understand? Now sit!”

All of the kids immediately scrambled to find a desk. Stacy grabbed the first available desk—which happened to be the one on Chase’s other side. Well. At least that wouldn’t last forever. Bartley was sure to put them in a seating chart the moment the bell rang.

Bartley walked over to the teacher’s desk in the corner and sat down his briefcase and clipboard, beginning to rummage through his stuff while grumbling. Chase could hear him from here, something about respecting authority and “what a state this country is in!” Ugh.

Nobody dared say a word. Chase glanced at Schneep to see how he was handling this. His face was carefully blank as he sat rod-straight in his seat. Chase waved to get his attention, then gave him a big smile and two thumbs up. Schneep smiled a little back.

And then a piece of folded notebook paper landed on Chase’s desk. He glanced down at it. Then over at Stacy. She was staring at him intently.

Well, he had to take care of this quickly before Bartley saw. Chase hurried and unfolded the paper. The pencil handwriting was neat, with hearts over the lowercase I’s instead of dots. It simply read: Tell me more. And if you don’t, I’ll tell everyone in school.

Chase looked at Stacy. He dug into his backpack and pulled out a pencil, scribbling under the note. There’s nothing more to tell. And he threw the paper back onto her desk.

Stacy replied quickly. I know there is. You and your friends did something. Was it actually magic?

You won’t believe us, Chase replied.

Yeah I will.

She was persistent. He needed to stall. I need to ask my friends. Give me time.

Stacy paused for a while before writing her reply. Fine. If you don’t tell me by next week, then I’ll tell everyone.

Chase wanted to call her bluff, or to say that no one in school would believe her. But he knew that wasn’t true. A lot of the kids would believe her. And there were some serious gossips in school—like Heather. They would relish any good story no matter how believable it was, and if the story spread far enough, Chase would be known as the “weird dog magic guy” for the rest of the year. Maybe even the rest of his life. So... he didn’t have a choice. He looked over at her and nodded, then crumpled up the note and shoved it in his pocket.

Stacy nodded back, and looked away. Just in time for the first bell to ring.

“Alright.” Bartley stood up and walked to the whiteboard at the front of the class. The faint murmuring that had started up died down again. “For those of you who don’t know me, I am Professor Bartley. You are in my class for form, and I will not have you thinking that you can prattle on because this is the first class of the day. There will be no talking in my class except when I give you permission. You are here to learn, not to socialize. If you haven’t started taking your schooling serious by now, then you had better learn to do so soon, because I will not be holding your hand through my lessons.”

Blah blah blah. Chase zoned out for a little while. He knew what to expect from Bartley by now.

“—I understand we have a new student transferring in from a different country this year.”

He snapped back to attention.

Bartley looked down at his clipboard. “Henrik von... Schneeple-stain. Stand up.”

Schneep immediately stood. His eyes darted around the classroom, but he didn’t move. Not even to fidget.

“So.” Bartley lowered the clipboard. “Where are you from? And what made you come here?”

“I...” Schneep’s voice squeaked, so he coughed and tried again. “I am from Germany. And I am here because... I have moved here.”

“Parents here for work?” Bartley asked, not looking interested in the answer.

“Nei—no. I am... living with my aunt and cousin.” Schneep looked a bit pale. Chase leaned forward, glaring around the room, daring anyone to ask a nosy, probing question that would make Schneep uncomfortable. Nobody said anything. He chose to believe it was because of his glare.

“Well, at least one of you is polite,” Bartley muttered. “Sit down again, Mr... Schneeple-stain.” He didn’t look too confident in that pronunciation but chose to go forward with it anyway. Schneep sat, relieved. “Actually, stand again. All of you stand. I have a seating chart arranged for this term, and before anything else, you will move to your appropriate desk.”

Yep, as expected. A seating chart. Five minutes of awkwardly shuffling around later, everyone was in a different seat. It was alphabetical, so Chase was moved to the front row, on the end by the door. Schneep didn’t have to move that much. Just one seat to the side... right next to Stacy, who didn’t have to move at all. Well. Chase was a little relieved that Stacy wouldn’t be able to pass him anymore notes about dogs with glowing eyes, but he wished he was closer to Schneep. Or that he was at least within easy eyeshot.

“Now, before we get to serious matters, I am required to pass this out.” Bartley began walking along the rows with a stack of papers, giving one to each student. “Your year is going on a school trip to the planetarium one week from now. The year above you is going as well, so there will be a lot of children in that building. Better not cause any trouble. And better get this permission slip signed by a parent if you want to go.”

The planetarium? Interesting. Chase had never been there before. He wondered... As soon as Bartley couldn’t see him, Chase turned around to look at Schneep. Even from across the classroom, he could see the excitement in his expression.

Well, that was one bit of good news this morning. At least today had that.

++++++++++++++++++++

“So, how was the first day?” Mom asked as soon as Chase and Schneep entered the car.

“It was alright,” Chase said, shutting the door behind him as he got into the front seat. “I didn’t see Chad. I don’t think I have any classes with him yet.”

“Oh that’s too bad,” Mom said sympathetically. “What about your other friends? The twins?”

“Well, they’re older. But I didn’t see them at lunch, sooo...” In truth, he hadn’t gone looking. He’d been too busy trying to find his friend Chad, who’d been away at camp all summer. When he failed to find anyone walking around, he and Schneep got food and sat down together.

“Ah, I see.” Mom nodded. “And you, Henrik? Was it confusing at all?”

“A little bit, but not too much,” Schneep said as he put on his seatbelt. “I think it will be fine.”

Chase and Schneep also had English and Chemistry together. He was glad to see that no one was bothering Schneep—probably. He didn’t know what was going on in Schneep’s other classes. But for the most part, other kids seemed alright with him. A few kids at the same lunch table had commented on his accent, but they were just curious, not mocking. Chase had been concerned about Heather Westing, since she and Schneep had got off on a bad start at the pool earlier in the summer, but Heather and her curly-haired sidekick had been too busy chatting with other girls at lunch to bother with any of the guys.

Strangely enough, Chase hadn’t seen Stacy at Heather’s lunch table. Weren’t they friends? Or... had something happened? Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised.

“Should we be driving now?” Schneep asked, looking around. “There are a lot of cars. There might be traffic.”

“Well, we’re still waiting for a couple people,” Mom said.

Schneep blinked, confused. “Huh?”

Chase turned around and looked at him in the back seat. “Remember how it’s your birthday?”

“It would be hard for me to forget that, yes.”

“Remember how we said we wanted to have a party? After school? Well, we need everyone for that, right? So I asked Mom if we could pick everyone up.”

“Oh! I think that’s them,” Mom said, looking through the windshield.

Chase turned around, and saw Marvin and JJ walking out of school together. “That is them!” He gasped. He started to wave them over, but then stopped. There were a lot of kids in the pickup area. He couldn’t help but wonder... would they notice the Jackson twins getting into the car with Chase? That really shouldn’t matter, because the twins were great. But they were still a little weird. Would that make Chase and Schneep weird by association?

Luckily, the twins spotted Mom’s car—and Chase, visible in the front seat—without any help. Marvin grabbed JJ by the arm and ran over, pulling him behind him. Mom smiled at them as they approached, and gestured to the backseat door. JJ opened it and climbed inside, Marvin following him shortly after. Happy birthday! he signed.

“Yeah, happy birthday!” Marvin added, shutting the door behind him. “We’ve been carrying your presents all day.”

“Presents?” Schneep repeated. “You did not have to—”

“We did! Presents are needed for birthdays!” Marvin insisted.

Schneep chuckled. “If you say so. I didn’t know we were picking you up.”

“Yeah, normally we’d ride our bikes to school but we talked Dad into dropping us off for the first day, on the condition that Chase’s mom drove us home once we were done,” Marvin said.

“It was no trouble,” Mom said. “Now let’s get on the road. Your friend Jackie is coming, right? Better hope we get home before him, wouldn’t want to leave him hanging.”

++++++++++++++++++++

They did get back home before Jackie arrived, but just barely. He knocked on the door not ten minutes after Mom and the four boys had pulled up. “Hi Ms. Walker,” he said when Mom answered the door. “Thanks for letting me come over. Is that... What’s that smell?”

“That would be the cake,” Mom laughed. “Please, come in.”

“Jackie! Hey!” Chase immediately ran over and hugged Jackie as soon as he stepped through the doorway.

“Whoa!” Jackie stumbled back, then laughed. “Hey, little man. Where’s the birthday guy?”

“In the dining room. Marvin and JJ are there, too. C’mon!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jackie glanced at Chase’s mom, who waved him ahead with a fond smile.

Chase led Jackie into the dining room. The table only had four chairs, so Mom had gotten two folding chairs out of the closet to add extra seats, making the space feel much fuller than it actually was. Schneep was sitting at one end of the table, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater, while Marvin and JJ sat along one side. Chase took the chair next to Schneep and across from Marvin, and Jackie sat down next to him. In the middle of the table was a cake with blue frosting, two tubs of chocolate and vanilla ice cream, and a stack of paper plates and plastic forks. “It’s the beanie boy!” Marvin shouted as soon as he saw Jackie. “He has arrived!”

“I’ve arrived!” Jackie repeated.

“Hi, Jackie,” Schneep said, looking a bit embarrassed. He clearly wasn’t used to being the center of all this attention and love.

“Hey, Schneep. I got you a present.” Jackie pulled a small gift bag out of his backpack and set it down on the table. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I tried to go practical, I guess. Let me know if you want something else.”

“No, I-I am sure it will be great,” Schneep said. “Besides, Aunt Jess got me three different presents already.”

“We got you a couple, too, remember?!” Marvin said.

Next to him, JJ held up a pair of similarly-sized-and-shaped rectangles, both clumsily wrapped in what was clearly leftover Christmas paper. Sorry about the wrapping, he said, setting them down on the table. We couldn’t convince Mam and Dad to buy new paper.

“It’s fine,” Schneep reassured him.

“And I got you something, too,” Chase said proudly. “So, what d’you wanna do first? Have cake and ice cream, or open them?”

“Ah... we can open presents, then,” Schneep said slowly.

“Did I hear presents?” Mom asked, poking her head into the room. “Just a moment.” She disappeared, then returned with a stack of four different boxes that had been sitting in the front room, all wrapped in blue paper with silver stick-on bows. “Here we are,” she said, setting them down next to Schneep’s chair. Then she walked around and took the only remaining chair at the end of the table. “Oh wait! I should get the camera.”

“If it’s okay, Ms. Walker, I brought my camera.” Jackie reached into his backpack again and took out a camera bag—the same one the boys had got him months ago for his birthday. “You can use it if you want, and I can give you the photos.”

“Oh! That would be great, Jackie,” Mom said. “But since it’s your camera, you can take the pictures.”

“You’re all delaying the presents!” Marvin said. “Schneep, open ours first!”

Schneep gave a little laugh. “A-alright. If you want.” He pulled the pair of presents towards him and began carefully unwrapping.

Don’t worry about tearing the paper, JJ said. It’s not like we’re going to use it again.

Another little laugh. Schneep went a bit faster, but still tried to be careful. When he was done, he was holding a pair of books.

“You like to read, right?” Marvin asked. “It looked like a lot of the books in your backpack were kinda the same, though, all nonfiction and stuff. I mean, obviously you like those, but we thought you might like new stuff too! So we got you books with stories! You know, fiction. The first one is from me, it’s really funny and it’s all about Greek mythology so there’s some fact stuff in there too, and the second one’s from JJ—you know, the thicker one? It has a bunch of puzzles and fun facts and the kids in it need to find the secret about this weird school called LIVE and it turns out—”

JJ shoved him. Spoilers!

“Oh right, right.” Marvin nodded. “Sorry.”

“I am sure I’ll like them both.” Schneep hugged the books to his chest. “Ah, Jackie? Can I open yours next?”

“Sure.” Jackie pushed the gift bag closer. “Like I said, it’s more practical than fun.”

Schneep took the tissue paper out of the gift bag, reached in, and pulled out a small case with a pattern of stars on its surface. “Oh! This is for glasses, ja?”

“Yeah.” Jackie laughed awkwardly. “I-I didn’t know if you had one, but I thought it might be useful. There’s also a special cleaning cloth inside.”

“I did not have one.” Schneep opened and closed the case a couple times. It made a satisfying clap whenever it shut. “Thank you, Jackie. Ah, Chase?”

“No, I wanna go last,” Chase insisted. “Open the ones from Mom first.”

“Ha. Alright, if you say so.”

The three from Mom weren’t all that interesting. A new pair of shoes, a desk meant to sit on your lap, and a toy jellyfish, small enough to fit in a single hand. Chase knew his present was better than all of those, and he wanted to end on a bang. Until, finally, it was time. Schneep unwrapped the big box it came in, confused and interested. And then it was revealed... a science kit, with supplies for all sorts of experiments like test tubes and beakers.

“Oh. Oh!” Schneep turned the big box over. His eyes were wide, and they looked even wider through the glasses. “This is—is—” He laughed. “Ich kann es nicht glauben! Chase, a-are you... sure? This is not a joke?”

“No way, of course it’s not a joke!” Chase had thought long and hard about it. He wanted to get Schneep something that was fun, but that was also smart, like him. “Do you... do you like it?”

“I do, I do!” Schneep laughed again. Then he glanced at Chase’s mom, and looked a little nervous. “But... would it not be messy...?”

“Of course it will, but that’s not a problem,” Mom reassured him. “Just do it in the dining room or the kitchen, okay? Someplace without carpet.”

“Don’t worry about Mom, she wouldn’t have let me get it if she wasn’t okay with it,” Chase said. Indeed, Mom had to be the one to buy it. It had cost twice as much as Chase’s allowance, he wouldn’t have been able to get it on such short notice. Mom had been delighted at the idea when Chase asked.

“I see.” Schneep nodded. “Well, thank you, Chase. Thank you a lot.” He started reading the back of the box, which included a list of possible experiments. Chase saw his eyes light up again.

“Alright, now it’s time for cake, isn’t it?” Mom said. “We don’t want the ice cream to melt. Clear the table. Put all the wrapping paper in this bag. I’ll go get the drinks from the fridge, and the candles.”

They lit twelve candles in the blue cake and sang Happy Birthday. Jackie took pictures, capturing Schneep blowing out the candles in a series of still images. Mom sliced the cake and poured soda into plastic cups, then took a slice for herself and went upstairs, letting the kids have some time to themselves.

They talked over cake and ice cream. Casually at first, about how school went (sucked to be back, most of them agreed) and about TV shows and video games. And then Marvin pushed his paper plate away. He suddenly looked more serious. “So, uh, this has been the first time we’ve all been together again in a couple weeks,” he said.

“Yeah?” Chase prompted. He had a feeling where this was going...

“Do we want to talk about...” Marvin lowered his voice. “The weird stuff?”

“You mean what happened at the church, ja?” Schneep said quietly.

“Yeah. I mean—we all saw the shadow guy become more like a real guy, didn’t we? Well, except for Jackie, he was knocked out.”

“I know you guys filled me in on the ride back home, but can you tell me again?” Jackie asked.

The four boys took turns relaying what had happened at the church a few weeks ago. How the dog had rampaged about until JJ threw a knife at it, cutting it slightly. And then the dog had shrunk, returning to normal. The shadow had appeared—Anti, as they now knew he was called. He looked more human, specifically his head and hands which were no longer semi-transparent darkness. And he’d been impressed with them. He asked them if they knew what the “greenlight” was, and said they were going to find out.

Greenlight has to be what’s causing all of the weird stuff, JJ said. It would explain why everything glows... well, green.

“That would make sense,” Chase muttered. “But then, where does it come from? And what’s going to happen with it? And what even is it, really? Some sort of magic? Or weird energy?”

“You said that Anti had a cut on his neck, right?” Jackie said.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know... that just worries me.” Jackie’s voice was quiet.

“Maybe Anti’s a ghost,” Marvin said. “And he’s a ghost because someone... you know...” He drew a finger across his throat. “That was what it looked like to me.”

“In any case,” Schneep said. “What are we supposed to do about any of this? Is there anything we even can do? There is just five of us.”

“Uh...” Chase coughed. “Well. Sort of related to this. Do you remember how that day, we talked with a girl named Stacy? She, uh, sort of saw... us doing stuff with the dog... and said there was weird glowy stuff... and now she wants to know all about it. She, uh, says that if we don’t tell her in a week then she’ll tell everyone else.”

The others were quiet for a moment. Well, ARE we going to tell her? JJ asked.

“I don’t know! This is—this is our thing!” Chase said.

“Does not mean we cannot let new people in,” Schneep said.

“I know, but... but... why her?”

“Ohhh, I get it.” Marvin nodded slowly. “You don’t want to tell her because she’s friends with that girl you hate.”

“Well—yeah, that’s it!” Chase nodded. “Even if they stop being friends, I don’t know about anyone who’d be friends with Heather Westing. What if she turns out to be a jerk?”

“She seemed nice enough when we stopped on her lawn,” Jackie recalled. “Maybe a little annoyed. But that’s not a good basis to judge someone on. I would’ve been annoyed, too, in that situation.”

Do any of us have a problem with this girl knowing? JJ asked. Besides Chase. The other three all muttered various “no”s while Chase sat there with crossed arms. So I think it’s up to you, then, JJ said, looking at him.

Chase sighed. “Fine. Fine. I’ll think about it.” He really, really wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want Stacy to tell everyone, but he didn’t want anyone else to butt into their group. This was special. And he didn’t want to risk that being ruined. Still, he didn’t want everyone at school to find out about the weird “greenlight” stuff happening, either... 

“Enough of the serious tone,” Jackie said. “This is a birthday party, isn’t it? We’re here to celebrate.”

“Yeah!” Marvin nodded. “Happy birthday, Schneep!”

“And many more!” Chase added.

Happy birthday! JJ said, grinning. I hope it’s been great.

“It has been... very good so far.” Schneep had a small smile on his face. “In fact... I-I think this is the best birthday in my life.”

If his eyes were a little wet, nobody said anything. They wished him well, and stayed until the sky grew dark.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #chase brody #dr schneeplestein #marvin the magnificent #jameson jackson #jackieboy man #brigid writes fanfiction #pnptau

[victorluvsalice]

Well, it’s Spring Sunday in the Chill Valicer Save as of this update -- a new year for our trio! And we’re kicking things off with an update that is only FOUR PARTS. Yeah, I’m shocked too. XD But to be honest, it was a pretty chill day around the Valicer farm. . .

. . .if only because, not only did I get both High School Years and Growing Together (well, in all technicality, my parents got them for me -- belated Christmas/birthday present!), I installed a BUNCH of new mods from one Lumpinou. Including the LGBTQIA+ Mod to properly set everyone’s gender, romantic, and sexual identities. So setting that up took a decent amount of time! And by the time I figured out that and some of the other mods I’d put in, like Open Love Life (hint: if you can’t find where to update everything, it’s under Actions in the pie menu when you click on a Sim), it was easier to just have everyone hang around the farm and get themselves sorted. They probably needed the time to just chill after all the traveling around to different cities and realms of the last three updates anyway! So here’s how their day went:

-->Smiler, after getting the robot salvage parts necessary, enhanced Party Time up to level 2 (it loses charge slower now), then started work on a quadcopter toy! Unfortunately, after so long avoiding it, they got shocked halfway through the process and had to take a break before completing it. :( I had them use the time effectively, though, buying a white hen and a brown rooster for the chicken coop -- they were down to just one black hen and a rooster chick in there after so many visits from Grim! So now they’ll have proper egg production again, yay -- and maybe they can actually get to know these chickens a little better. (Especially since I’ve finally turned livestock aging off to match with the actual Sims not aging either.)

-->Alice got a little bonding time in with Shadow, then sold both her most recent books to a publisher (gotta get those royalties) before doing a bit of recycling (gotta get those bits and pieces too). Simple stuff, but important!

-->Victor -- well, when he woke up, I was finally able to gather everyone to let each other know about their new gender, romantic, and sexual identities! For reference, Smiler is now officially non-binary, panromantic, and pansexual; Victor is cis male, biromantic, and bisexual; and Alice is cis female, demipanromantic, and demipansexual (yes, she’s actually gray-ace in my headcanons -- mostly asexual except under certain circumstances -- but I think currently “gray-ace” in the mod means that Sims accept or reject touching-related romance interactions randomly, so I decided demi fit her Simself better). Everyone was very positive and accepting of each other’s new identities. :) I also had everyone agree to be non-exclusive in their relationships (Smiler and Alice were actually already set to prefer non-exclusive relationships -- while Victor was set to prefer exclusive ones. Sir -- sir YOU’RE the one with a wife and a themfriend. I reset Victor and Alice to be indifferent as that’s closer to my headcanons, but left Smiler as preferring non-exclusive, because why not?), so that’s all sorted now! :) Oh, and for what it’s worth, I ALSO popped into CAS to set some of the new conversational topic and Sim archetype preferences -- mostly just making sure everybody liked the kind of Sims the others were (Victor and Alice liking spirited Sims, Smiler liking homebodies and nature enthusiasts, stuff like that). So now they all have amazing compatibility as per the new Growing Together system too!

-->With everyone up to speed and having reaffirmed their love and acceptance for each other, Victor was allowed to have some breakfast and then go potter about in his greenhouse, while Alice went out for a jog (her resolution is to get fit, after all!) and Smiler went back to their quadcopter. They finished that up with no further issues, and then went to ask Victor in the greenhouse for a drink. Victor said yes, of course. . .

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #lumpinou #mods #I also got her mood pack for custom moods #some contextual social interactions #and the Talents and Weaknesses mods #not much has happened with those yet #mostly because a lot of the things I'd want my Sims to be talented in in this save #they've already maxed #if I do make a new save though I suspect that mod will be useful! #also got the 'more columns in CAS' mod #I now understand why people say they cannot play without it XD #but yeah between that and installing the new EPs #not a lot of time for exciting adventures! #but that's all right #we can enjoy the gang hugging over mutual acceptance of their identities :) #good times #nice to have a bit of a quieter day #things will be ramping up again soonish! #queued

[nomattertheoceans]

May I ask what else did you already sew? And how did you started? 😁

Of course you may ^^ I love sewing so I'm always down to talk about it!! I'm sorry, this got kind of long xD I hope you don't mind!!

So I started over a year ago. My mom has a sewing machine so I started with her, she taught me the basics of how to use it (how to install the thread, how to change a needle, how to select the stitch you want, how to hold the fabric,...). Then after about two months I bought my own machine because it was a bit restrictive to have to go to her house and everything! The machine cost me around 70 euros, so I'd say it's a manageable investment if you enjoy sewing! But in general if you can't afford it, you can find someone to lend you their machine, or even clubs that have machines available.

I started with very easy things. My very first alone project was just to make little pouches, then I tried a cushion cover. Basically, I sewed two rectangles together and tried to make the stitches go in a straight line (not as easy as it sounds 😂)

Then I graduated to slightly more complex projects: scrunchies and snoods that I made for Christmas. Still pretty easy but with a few more steps.

Then I... went a little crazy 😂 and decided I would try to make a dress without a pre-existing pattern (a pattern is a set of instruction that you have to follow, as well as lifesize representations of the pieces of fabric that you need, I don't know if that's clear haha but it's a guide basically). It did not go well xD it took me and my mom over two months to complete despite being a really simple dress, and I had to ask my grandma for help a few times (she's been a seamstress since she was 16 so she's really good!! But she doesn't want to teach, sadly. The only way she helps is if I go with a very specific question and then she answers me haha). We completed it in the end, but it wasn't an experience I wanted to try again soon lmao so I bought patterns for the dresses I made since then ^^

Since then I've sewn a lot of different projects!! Basically I always try to push the boundaries of what I can currently do, cause at first I wanted to only try things I was already good at (I was afraid of wasting fabrics if I messed up), but obviously when you do that, it's almost impossible to improve. So I try out new things and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't and I have to start over, but I still learn something when it doesn't work.

If you want to know what kind of things I made, here's a non comprehensive list

about five dresses (if I could I would only make dresses!! but it requires a lot of fabric and fabric is kind of expensive..!)

one skirt

a few tote bags/beach bags (those are fun cause once you figure out the steps to making one, the others are similar and you can play around with colors and patterns and stuff)

a hair towel

a messenger bag for my boyfriend (a very simple one, though, for gathering mushrooms, nothing fancy)

aprons for a friend's daughter (one for gardening and one for baking ^^ they were so cuuuuute! Sewing for a four year old is the cutest thing kajsjdhja)

A Christmas hat ^^

Right now I'm working on a mobile for my cousin, she's having a baby! So I'm making animals and trees and clouds out of felt. I'm only in the beginning of the project though

I'm sorry I don't have any pictures, it's literally the middle of the night right now and I'm min bed writing this xD

Overall, I'd say you have to be patient and handle frustration well if you want to sew. It's a very methodical hobby! You follow a procedure, you try to picture in what order you have to work for the project to work out. Since I don't take classes, sometimes I spend an hour looking up tutorials for a specific technique and then another hour trying it out on scraps of fabrics, just for one detail in a project. I also bought a few books that explained sewing techniques and stuff, so I spend a lot of time on that, too. Also, the reality is that you don't spend that much time using the machine, overall, cause the most time-consuming part is cutting the fabric, pinning it, ironing it,....

But it's also very satisfying when the project comes together!! And as someone who generally has issues staying focused, I've found that I can spend an entire day sewing and not see the time go by!

I'm sorry this got so long, I saw in your tag you were interested so I went a little overboard!

#look at me ramble lmao and this is me trying to be concise 😂😂 #thanks for asking though!! I hope i wont scare you away for crazy long answer lmao

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So in Sunshine and Moonshine, was there any stuff Luna and Ámbar did as kids, as they grew up together? xD

I barely remember what I already wrote in the fic, so here's some things I came up with now:

There had been several times in their youth where they slept together for the night, because they were scared or worried, or simply could sleep better that night if someone was laying next to them. But Sharon never liked that they did this, because she thought they should have their separate space. So they always did it in secret.

One time, they had seen someone in a TV show ride down some stairs in a mattress, so they wanted to try that as well. They did it when Sharon wasn't home, and what happened was that they fell off the mattress mid stairs and stumbled down the rest of the way. They were fine, but they got some bruises on their arms. Amanda was the only witness and they covered for them, as long as they promised to never do it again. They told Sharon they fell with the roller skates, and she forbid them to roller skate for a week because of it.

When Ámbar was sad, she didn't want Luna to talk to her. She didn't want anyone to talk to her. She just laid in her bed. But Luna sometimes went in and put a blanket on her, and left. Ámbar always felt more comfortable by this.

And when Luna was sad, she shut off. She didn't necessarily go to her room and hid like Ámbar - she could just stay in the room she originally got sad in and just never left. She just went silent, mute... just stared into oblivion with tears running down her face. What Ámbar did in these moments was just sit down next to her and hold her hand

When they were toddlers, they used to take baths together - it was convenient when they were so small to bathe them at the same time. But when they were around 5 and 6, they weren't allowed anymore to bathe together and neither of them understood why. They never did take a bath together again, but sometimes they missed it

Sometimes when Luna was tired of playing with her own toys, she went and played with Ámbar's toys, and Ámbar hated it because she wanted her toys for herself

Both of them were, and still are, extremely picky with food. At least 5 chefs quit their job because they were so tired of the girls disliking their food

When Rey started working for them, the girls were around 12 and 13. They didn't bother him a lot, but if Sharon told them off he could tell them off too, causing them to be like "you can't tell me what to do, Rey". They then started to make sure he was as miserable as possible, because they thought it was funny. And what was great was that, while Sharon weren't always the kindest to them, she wouldn't let Rey say anything to them. So the girls always won their battles against Rey. They also thought he was pathethic for even trying to have a battle with two girls. Or, correction: Ámbar thought so and Luna joined her because it was funny

One time Luna randomly wanted to hang out on the roof, and Ámbar was like "oh neat let's do it" and then they were up on the roof for 1 minute before Sharon saw them and almost fainted. They had to climb down as fast as possible, and then Sharon grounded them for a month

Both were obviously traumatized from their upbringing, but it was easier for them because they always had each other. Sharon often wanted to separate them, because she knew they could gather up against her. But even when they forced to be apart, they always gathered up anyway

Luna especially were the child that got in the most trouble, because she impulsively wanted to do stuff. Often, Ámbar could act like she was the good and behaved child to not get scolded by Sharon, but sometimes she could join her. Because she also wanted to be rebellious, to not just stand by. And it was much easier to get scolded when you weren't the only one getting scolded.

#I may come up with more stuff later #i'm obsessed with the concept of them growing up together

[redxblueihateloveyou]

hello 🌻 so I'm kinda new to thai bl, since my tl started going crazy. I saw the discussion under your recent video, I gathered you know things, so I was wondering who is the director you've mentioned and why people are going insane on twitter. or is it not common getting projects so close to each other?

Lol yeah I see lately more and more western fans are joining the madness, can't really tell if its good or nah, cause its totally not the safe place for "unproblematic purists", but we'll see how it goes xD

Oi, I’ll try to do this somewhat shortly, don’t hit me if I’m bad at expalining haha. Tee is most known for directing "Tharntype" and "Lovely writer", Aof directed "1000 stars", "Dark Blue Kiss"… "Bad Buddy". In the world of thai BL, they fall into a category of a very high quality ones, that fans love.

Long story short like we know that directors as it is everywhere play one of the most important parts, but when it comes to thai lakorns it basically can determine not only the quality of the shooting and the whole tone of the creation, but also the quality of the portrayal of the relationships/closeness etc. They in most cases decide everything up to the intimacy scenes and it's even up to them to say "do korean dramas fish kiss bc thats how I see it" (here's the fun fact about thai bl actors/directors for you, sometimes actors themselves don't wanna kiss normally, sometimes directors don't allow actors who wanna kiss normally to kiss normally). It's also their vision that decides how to twist the character and turn him into a complete opposite from the original material kind etc. They just literally hold everything in the hands most of the times, including scripts.

So fans already kinda split directors into categories who either make the original material worse than it is and fail to guide the actors into the right direction and those who can make a candy out of basics by bringing out the best in both the original material and actors.

That being said the two cookies right now due to the fact that they stole everyone's hearts and fired up everyone even just with looks + the fact that they want to keep doing bl together and having too much fun with it are now there basically the perfect snatch.

So the fact that P'Tee is doing a workshop with them already and both of the best directors want them and some famous screenwriters there too, means that they see a huge potential in them. And for fans it means that they can have quality content with their faves.

To describe their vibe/type of directing, I mean, it's different depending on the story for sure, but it's very I'd say.. natural. There won't be any "we're in a relationships but don't touch me" stuff or other "old classic intimacy cringe" you'd see in many lakorns. And when it comes to Tee, he has this great balance between tasteful steamy with all the emotions you need, which is also lacking these days.

So I yelled a bit too, I really was rooting for someone to see the beauty, but aparently everyone did, so it's all good. Good luck to them.

As for the last part. It's definitely not common, but getting projects so close to each other happened before. For example, Earthmix have two bl dramas coming out this year and short movies along with it too (that without counting all of their entertainment shows). What's not common is for P'Tee to grab on GMM actors so fast, but I don't blame anyone in this situation haha.

Hope, I explained it somewhat okay, sorry if its clumsy, it’s a bit hard to explain, depends on how new you are and what you’ve watched so far <3

#answered #anonymous #thai bl

[alstroemeriadissonance]

NXX on their tendencies... (NSFW)

...on lovemaking

Images taken from the insta linked here, but apparently final source is here (please check out their lovely yaoi Genshin stuff!)

I was supposed to be writing something else but but I saw this so um yes I am sorry

Obligatory WARNING: NSFW At this point though I really think Dr. Vyn Richter being in these minific posts should be enough warning already, jus' sayin... XD

Luke

Lovemaking with Luke is like either a warm, gentle sunshine, or a soft night breeze that greets you when you when you step out of your office building after a particularly tiring, stressful work day.

It starts off relaxed, as casual as two old friends chatting about their day.

Luke would oftentimes take your sore feet onto his lap, massaging them, distracting you from the slight discomfort caused by skillful fingers pulling at the muscles, tiny bones, and tissues of your feet with his smartly-timed jokes that never get old despite being shared since your childhoods together.

Your feet all better, with a cute wiggling of your toes you would "accidentally" brush the crotch of his cargo pants, earning you a cute, flustered blush from his face--you never, ever get tired of the sight of his face glowing bright pink. It's beautiful, it's maddening how you never took notice of it during your school days when blushing Luke would have been at peak adorableness.

"Watson," he would call you out, mock-growling, then launch a full offensive of tickling your sides that would send you laughing and screaming for him to stop, please stop, you'd do anything just to stop the fingers wreaking havoc to your sides...

"Anything?"

Anything, you promise, and full-knowing what would happen next you throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for that sweet, sweet kiss that you have been waiting to happen all these time since the moment you drop by his quarters above his antiques store. Unfortunately for Luke's patrons (especially the girls who drop by to make googoo eyes at him) the store would be closed early for the day--the handsome, roguish proprietor will be fully booked by you for the next few hours, or longer depending on how generous you're feeling that day.

He would gather you effortlessly in those strong arms of his--gently carrying you like he would the most delicate and precious item ever displayed in his shop--never breaking your sweet, sloppy kissing until both of you get to his bed.

The scent of Luke permeating the bedsheets remind you of those salad days when you would jump into his bed in an effort to wake him up--he was notorious for sleeping in as a child--but somehow, somehow, his scent now triggers something else within you and so you beg him to lay his hands on you, for Luke to mark you...

Frantic hands peeling off layers of clothes. Feverish breathing. Quickening, pulsating heartbeats. So much had changed since the eight years when he checked out of your life as a lanky, awkward young teenager until he came back as that handsome man who took your heart away the moment you met by chance in the city.

Luke would plant several kisses on your bare skin: on the neck, your breasts, your stomach--everywhere he could mark you with using his lips. It would be as if he is making up for all of the lost opportunities when he could have given you so many kisses for the last eight years he had been away from you.

When the time comes for the main act of lovemaking, he would lace his strong fingers lovingly with your slender ones, holding your hands down on the sheets as he takes you with gentle, probing thrusts into your throbbing flesh.

He would shower you with sweet words of affirmation as he drives again and again into you--the words gradually turning into expressions of lust and need as soon as his thrusting picks up speed and, in one delicious moment, moan your name out loud as spills his seed onto your stomach.

His hands never let yours go all the while. As he would never let you go, not after finally finding you after eight long years of separation.

Marius

Lovemaking with you is Marius von Hagen's stress relief.

Marius is capable of many things--he is an immensely talented artist whose alter-ego's works easily fetch millions in the market; he is also a capable, functional budding leader of a vast conglomerate who easily handles people decades older than he is and could go toe to toe with the conglomerate's internal power struggles.

It is easy to forget that Marius is also only twenty-one years of age.

You are the only person in his life aside from his assistant who truly knows who Marius von Hagen is: a young man at the cusp of his adulthood, a boy who yearns to chase his dreams now nigh unattainable thanks to the immense burden put on his shoulders.

And so he latches onto you, the only big sister figure he has in his life, and also his biggest, baddest crush, his heroine who stood by him in his time of need when nobody else got his back.

Whenever Marius feels as if all the expectations placed on him would crush him alive, he frequently comes to your doorstep, seeking your sanctuary.

At nights after intensively stressful work days dealing with the duplicitousness of the capitalist world, he would drop by your apartment unannounced, frequently enough that traces of his presence slowly crop up in your place: his toothbrush, his mug, a change of clothing in case he decides to spend the night.

Marius, to the surprise of no one, is incredibly touch-starved. "Missy," he would always say in his mock-plaintive tone, "I need a hug."

Eventually it becomes your little ritual that whenever Marius steals away from the lofty towers of his workplace and into the sanctuary of your apartment, you would greet him with the tightest of hugs that you could muster.

And, brimming with all the pent up stress and frustration seeded into his worn and weary young heart, Marius would return your hug with a rough kiss, a kiss laced with his resentment--not targeted at you, of course--and impotent rage against the machinations that threaten to swallow Marius whole day by day by day by day.

"I'm sorry, Rosa." He would sometimes drop his pet name for you and call you by your actual name; a clear indicator of how badly things went for him at work.

"I need you."

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There is only one way to address his pent-up stress, and it is you on your bed, writhing underneath him, his hands gripping your wrists tightly down on the sheets as he drives hard into you, again and again, moaning your name in the same intensity that he would like to use to curse, rail, and protest against the old men who are threatening to split apart the legacy of built by his family.

Marius would leave teeth marks on your neck, collarbone, your shoulders, all to stifle his frustration of having to bite back all of the things he wanted to say at work but couldn't as part and parcel of being burdened with such a tremendous responsibility.

And you accept all of it. Lovemaking with Marius does not always go like this--but when it does, you take it upon yourself to help him deal with things larger than he is.

You also know that in the next morning, Marius would make it up to you, focusing on your pleasure this time around with his tongue and those artful, artful fingers of his. You do not know how it came to be, but Marius's aftercare is incredible.

Artem

Lovemaking with Artem is, quite surprisingly, an exercise in endurance.

Artem had spent his most of his life traversing the straight and narrow path: the best in his field, youngest among the senior attorneys. He is so straight-laced and methodical that people around him have learned to talk and interact only with him when it comes to work.

What they didn't know--but you do--is that behind his business-only persona there is an immense romantic inside of him that yearned deeply for a human connection, a connection that he is rarely afforded except when he is with you.

You had your suspicions early on about his yearning for connection even before your relationship: while he remained standoffish with his co-workers, he would be secretly delighted when they came to him for anything not-work related, such as for his impeccable cooking, or when they approached him to do such unorthodox things such as representing the law firm in a stage play.

And, when your relationship finally started Artem would initiate physical connections with you: holding your hands as he guided you on how to properly handle knives; gentle touches as he drew a pumpkin on your face as part of Halloween festivities; guiding hands as he taught you how to fire a pistol.

It just so happens that you are the only one source of the human connection that he secretly yearns for, and this quite amusingly translates into him trying to make up for the sheer lack of connection during the times he is intimate with you:

By making love to you over and over until your knees give out. His hands over yours on the sheets, maximizing your skinship with him as he affirms your connection with him through repeated rounds of sex.

And Artem, as awkward as he is, also tended to depend on books whenever he has to learn about something he is not too familiar with. It is to your amusement to find out that he actually purchased more than a few books on the art of lovemaking and, for better or for worse he actually makes it a point to try out all positions, all techniques, that in one instance he spent more than three hours with you trying to perfect the art of eating you out that you had to beg for him to stop lest you pass out with overstimulation.

Artem is, for all intents and purposes, an awkward yet secretly passionate man.

You definitely do not want him to change.

Vyn

Vyn's lovemaking does not have a tendency.

Rather, he makes it a point that his lovemaking would be a novel experience for you as much as possible. You have experienced him pouring wine all over your naked body, he had blindfolded you more than a few times, he is definitely not squeamish about having sex with you during your period, and in a fit of fancy he has even marked you with own blood during sex.

Among many, many other things.

===

Vyn has mentioned earlier that dessert would be on the table. But when asked, he could only give vague answers about what dessert, and what table.

And now, laid out naked and helpless in his bed with your hands tied above your head, you learn exactly what dessert, and what table.

He sits beside you, fully clothed, complete with his white lab coat. Vyn's left arm is cradling a metal bowl filled with cold cream, which is being whisked to a peak with his right hand. "Dessert for tonight," he says, with his maddeningly gentle smile, "is you."

"Great. How can I eat myself?" you ask, playing along with his game.

Vyn lets out a soft laugh. "Simple."

His gaze turns predatory.

"You do not."

"So this dessert is only single-serving?"

"For me only, yes." The beatific smile returns to his face. "Ah, I think the cream is now done." He lifts the whisk to check for peaks. "Perfect," he says, making a show of licking the tip of the whisk while his golden eyes hold your gaze.

You gulp. "W-why are you still in your research center uniform?"

You note that he even still has his ID lanyard on. Vyn is literally wearing his full work uniform for tonight.

And if you were honest with yourself, you actually find it extremely sexy.

Vyn smiles, as if reading your thoughts. "I noticed you have been staring a lot when I'm wearing this. I'm just...indulging you."

"You demon."

"You do not know the half of it yet."

"I think I do know, Vyn."

Again, that immaculate grin dances on his lips. "Do not challenge me."

He spoons a bit of cream and slathers it on your breast. You expect him to smear the cream directly on your nipple, but instead he applies it on the skin directly next to it.

Vyn then dips onto the breast and laps up the cream, his wisps of silver hair brushing lightly onto your naked skin.

His tongue barely grazes your nipple.

Holding that pose, his lips grazing your breast, you see Vyn looking up at you through his glasses with a devious smile. He then flicks the tip of his tongue on your breast, but deliberately avoiding touching your nipple.

Oh shit.

"Did you want me to do something?" Vyn asks as he sits himself upright. "I'm open for..." the corner of his mouth turns up into a leer. "...suggestions."

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of believing he has the upper hand, you remain silent.

"Safe word is macaron."

"Pardon?"

"Safe word is macaron," he repeats.

"Yes, I heard you the first time," you say, a bit incredulous. "Are you going to...um...whips and stuff?" You feel a mild dread, as you aren't ready for that kind of play.

"Of course not," Vyn said, spooning cream onto your other breast, avoiding the nipple once again. "The safe word isn't to stop me, but it is for me to untie your hands so you can have your way with me."

"Fuck you, Vyn," you say, this time impressed that he could come up with something so devious this time around.

"Oh, please do." His lips lightly suck on the cream off your breast, still not affording the erogenous nerve endings of your nipple the attention it deserves. His tongue sensuously traces the edges, the swell, but never touching the sensitive nerve endings that are begging for his sweet stimulation.

You bite back a groan.

Vyn then applies a generous amount of cream on your lower abdomen, just right above your pubic area. He then adjusts his position on the bed so he lies on his side, his face hovering over your naked crotch to lick off the cream with slow, languorous licks.

You squirm, feeling wetness gathering on your slit.

Vyn observes this in mild amusement. "You may want to use the safe word?" He gives your abdomen another lingering flick of his tongue.

You remain silent.

Smiling, he let his fingers brush your inner thighs, and leaves a trail of soft, wet kisses on the soft skin--stopping only just right next to your quivering sex.

And, as you have predicted, he slathers on cream just next to your vulva, and his tongue traces the edge of your sex--always teasing your most sensitive zones begging to be touched.

A sharp hiss escapes your teeth, and, somehow, you tug your hands hard enough that his handkerchief tying your hands to the bedpost above you come undone.

Vyn sees this, and swiftly catches your wrists with his hand, pinning your hands once again above your head.

"You should play by the rules," he whispers to your ear before nipping at your earlobe. "It is more fun that way."

His other hand reaches down to let his fingers lightly touch the edges of your vulva.

You breath shudders at the infuriating play.

"Fine. Macaron."

Chuckling, Vyn's hand releases your wrists. "See? It is--"

He does not get to finish whatever he wants to say, for you, with all the strength that you have, push him onto the bed so you could straddle his waist.

Vyn falls onto his back on the bed so hard his glasses almost fall off his face, his white lab coat spread out underneath him in such a way that it turns you on so immensely you could not comprehend why.

You lick your lips. "I'm going to have my way with you now."

"Ah--be careful with the buttons!"

#tot marius #tears of themis #vyn richter #tot vyn #mo yi #vyn richter x reader #tot smut #tot artem #tot luke #tears of themis vyn #artem wing #luke pearce #lu jinghe #tears of themis marius #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis luke #tears of themis smut #zuo ran #xia yan

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[x] IMAGINE BEING AN ARTIST AND KAZ LETTING YOU PAINT HIS BACK.

requested by @kitty0621

(Note: this places itself years into relationship with Kaz and overcoming his phobias and traumas, so he's kind of ok with reader touching him, but he's not a cuddle monster or anything, don't worry XD I don't write for cuddle monster Kaz)

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"No, absolutely not." Kaz grumbled and walked out of your little atelier. You let out a whine, following him as he started making his way back to the attic.

"Please? We can wash it off after. I'd just like to try how it is to paint on skin."

"I already said no." he sighed. "Ask Jesper."

You let out an amused huff. "Do you really think he'd stay still?"

Kaz groaned. "Ask Matthias. Nina. Wylan. Inej."

You snorted at Matthias, but then shrugged. "Nina could be willing."

"Good, then ask her." he said and opened his door. "Come back when you're done, I need to go over the plan with you."

"Of course. I'd come back even if you didn't ask, though." you smiled at him and took a hold of his hand briefly before you started descending the stairs. Kaz looked at you go for a moment and then made his way back to the office.

Inej, Jesper and Wylan were at the bar counter, but you didn't see Nina anywhere. It was odd, she was usually there with the rest of the Crows at this time of evening.

"Where's Nina?" you asked, and Jesper shrugged.

"She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Judging by their giggles, they're spending the night... elsewhere. What I gathered, they're celebrating something," Jesper told you and you groaned.

"Why today of all days?" you muttered and made your way back to Kaz's office, slumping on your armchair and Kaz lifted his gaze to you.

"Didn't Nina want to be painted either?" he asked, and you shrugged.

"Can't ask. She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Jesper said they're going to spend the night together because they're celebrating something."

Kaz cocked a brow. "Celebrating what?"

"Anniversary? No, it can't be their anniversary yet. Ugh. I don't know," you groaned. "I was so excited, and this would have been a calm evening. But maybe another time..."

Kaz was quiet for a moment, before he sighed. "All right. You can paint my back this one time."

You couldn't believe your ears. "What?"

"This one time. It's just this one time. I won't be your canvas for the rest of your works, and I won't go around showing it to everyone like Nina would," Kaz continued, and you broke into a wide smile.

"Really?" you excitedly asked, and Kaz couldn't help but smile slightly. "You can decide the topic, then. I'll get my things. Come to the atelier when you can."

You hopped to your atelier to get your stuff ready and it didn't take long for Kaz to join you. You pulled up two chairs for yourself and him.

"Take off your shirt and we can begin," you smiled and Kaz started unbuttoning his shirt, soon sitting on the chair backward, leaning his arms on the backrest as you sat behind him. "What do you want me to paint?"

Kaz thought for a moment. "Your favorite memory of us."

You giggled. "Wow. That's cheesy from you."

"It just popped into my mind." he smirked and rested his chin on his hand. "How long is this going to take?"

"Long enough that if you need to use the bathroom, you should use it now," you replied, putting your supplies ready.

Kaz nodded with a small sigh. "All right. You can begin then."

"It might tickle at first, but try to stay still." you told him.

You dipped the brush to your black paint, faintly mixing it with the white one. You already knew what memory you were choosing - that evening Kaz had held hands with you for the first time. You had watched a beautiful sunset together, something rare in Ketterdam to see, but Kaz hadn't looked at it. He had looked at you, eyes so full of love and admiration, and he had taken off his glove, linking his hand with yours. It had been very brief and you almost didn't register it, believing it was just hopeful thinking, but you had glanced down just before he pulled away with a slight hitch in his breath and put his glove back.

You were painting yourself and Kaz as silhouettes against a beautiful, orange sunset, with a ship peeking from the right and some houses from the left. The memory was carved into your mind and you could remember it clear as day, even when it had been over five years from that moment.

Kaz didn't really talk during you painting, something you were grateful for. Nina likely couldn't shut up, making it harder especially if she'd laugh. She always made you both laugh, that's why you hadn't taken her as your first choice.

It took about two and half hours before you made your last stroke, leaning back to check your work one last time.

"It's finished," you told Kaz and started putting your supplies away, nodding towards a small space beside your pile of empty canvases. "The mirror is that way if you want to see."

Kaz stood up, making his way towards the mirror and you saw him frown before he started to smile slightly.

"Do you like it?" you questioned and Kaz nodded.

"I almost feel sorry for having to wash it off," he said quietly and you giggled.

"Aw, is that a compliment?"

"You could say that," Kaz smirked, making his way back to you. "I... it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of liked it."

"So... does that mean that I can use your back as a canvas again if I want?" you asked, and Kaz raised his eyebrows before he smiled softly, giving his answer that way.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #sab #sab imagine #sab x reader #my works #imagine #imagines #female reader #reader insert #gif imagine #sab gif imagine

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Hey there author! Could you maybe do headcannons for being stuck in a locked/stuck in a room with Dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, and fyodor. Individually or as a group?

 Okay, so I'll do both, all together, then individually. Not sure if you wanted relationships anon, so I did give them relationship stuff in the individuals.

Let’s be realistic. Being stuck in a room with all four of those boys… you're asking for trouble XD.

First, there is going to be a lot of glaring and attempts to kill each other. If somebody (most likely you) doesn't step in then somebody is dying or at least getting severely injured.

Akutagawa is going to try and prove himself to Dazai. So he’ll either attack you or him. (why not Fyodor? Akutagawa isn’t a dumb-ass, that's why. He knows he’d probably end up dead. Though if it came down to it he’d probably end up attacking him just for the hell of it.)

Dazai will just sit back and watch. Don’t worry he’s already thinking and predicting things. 

Of course, there is Chuuya… he’s shouting and annoying the brunette but it isn't anything he’s not used to.

If you're in the ADA, Dazai's ready to step in and help you. The same could be said if you were in the Mafia. Though, it wouldn’t be his priority. If you're with Fyodor… yeah he’ll just leave Akutagawa to deal with you.

Chuuya would ignore you unless you were in the mafia.  In that case, he’d move from being an angry bomb with Dazai to an angry dog trying to keep Akutagawa from killing his comrade. He’d stay clear of Fyodor.

Akutagawa doesn't care. He’ll attack you for the hell of it. If you're part of the mafia, I'm sure you’d find a way to piss him off.

Once the arguing ends and the two highly intelligent males *cough* Fyodor and Dazai. *cough* will be figuring how to get away from their situation.

Don’t even bother trying to help. Fyodor will A- kill you or, B- completely ignore you. Dazai’s just gonna ignore you.

The solving problems come only after Chuuya's already attempted to kick down a wall with his gravity manipulation. Might as well add Akutagawa using Rashoumon to help him. If that doesn't work, they will silently rely on Dazai and Fyodor to stop their mental war of glaring, and snarling at one another.

If you all manage to get out alive, it will be one of those 'everybody goes separate ways' situations. You know you’ll all share that “this never happened" look.

Dazai-

Oh lord, stuck alone with Dazai.

He’d be his usual self. Ask for a double suicide, flirt, then get to work.

If you got unlucky he’d be in one of the “just wait till Kunikida comes to unlock the door.” 

If you happen to be with Dazai at the time, he'll take the time to either hold you close, or get a little on the intimate side.

I can imagine Dazai sitting there brushing his hand through your hair before kissing you softly. It would be silent but the privacy of being locked in the room would be nice.

He may talk here and there while you two wait to be rescued, but he’d be quiet most of the time. Either trying to figure out how to get out or just lost in his thoughts.

If you started to get tired or cold, he'd do whatever he could to make sure you were both safe and doing alright.

When somebody does show to unlock the door of the room, Dazai will carry you out of there. He doesn't care if you can stand or if you're conscious. He’s going to carry you out of there.

If nobody comes and you start to show signs of discomfort, he'll stop lazing around and solve his way out of the room. When he finds the way out, he'll take you with him.

Chuuya

Loud

That room is going to be filled with indescribable cursing and shouts of frustrated anger.

Once he’s done being pissed at himself, or whoever got you two in this situation, he'll start trying to get out. Looking for windows to shatter or weak points in the steel walls. He’ll use his ability to. When that doesn't work he’ll pout

Yes, Chuuya will pout like an adult child. He’ll storm over to the wall and just kick it over and over.

You’ll have to pull him away.

He’ll grumble about how useless this situation is and how annoying it all is.

He won’t admit it, but he doesn't mind being stuck there with you. (tsundere Chuuya)

He will not let you out of his sight.

If you don’t know the reason behind being locked in here, he fears somebody may hurt you.

If after you’ve both sat there trying to figure this out, neither of you have a solution. You’ll have to be the one to toss the towel. That means grabbing your phone to request backup. 

Chuuya will try to prevent this, he’ll never hear the end of it from the others when they find out about this.

While you wait, he'll be the one to fall asleep. Be prepared to take pictures, he’s an adorable sleeper!

If you chose to lay down, take the opportunity to lay your head on his chest. You may find he self-consciously wraps his arms around you.

Don’t get too embarrassed though.

When help arrives be prepared for the snickers… if it’s Dazai who shows up. He’ll be quiet enough, so he gets photos. Oh, and you two will never hear the end of this incident.

Akutagawa

He’ll just stand there dumbfounded for a bit.

You’ll have to gather the courage to tap his shoulder and point out the obvious

He may attack you so be careful

If he likes you, he might click his tongue and keep his distance. 

He’s going to be silent… mostly

He’ll start attacking the walls with Rashoumon.

When that doesn't work he’ll look to you for help. Of course, he won’t say he needed help. He won’t admit to any form of weakness.

When all else fails. He’ll sit down only to act like he knows what he’s doing. 

It may be awhile before he looks at you, clicks his tongue, and grumbles for you to sit with him.

You'd sit down tense, but he’d act as if you weren't there even if he was paying attention to you.

If you happened to fall asleep and fall to his shoulder, he isn’t going to move a muscle.

He’ll internally panic unsure of what to do. 

Eventually, he’ll wrap you in Rashoumon to keep you from getting cold.

He’d call one of his underlings for help. Most likely Higuchi.

The look on her face when she realizes how close you got to Akutagawa would set her off.

That woman is going to be glaring at you for months. 

Fyodor- Disclaimer… I’m not very good with his character

If you're not a part of the decay of angels/rats in the house of the dead… let’s just say you may not find yourself walking out of here alive. That is to say, if you're not with Fyodor.

If you happen to be his s/o he’ll keep you tied to him. Literally and figuratively.

He refuses to let you form his sight. Every movement you make is tracked. His mind is working to predict what’s going on as well as solve his way out of here. If he finds a way that only gets one person out, he'll ignore it. After all, he wants to get both of you out. He refuses to be stuck alone without an eye on you. In case on the outside, somebody is waiting.

He has a lot of enemies, so if this wasn’t done by one of his own he’s going to be extra careful. He’s calm and collected even if you start to panic. He’ll make sure to calm you down.

When he does find a way out… the person who made you panic and distressed as well as take his valuable time from him isn’t going to have a good day.

Expect a blood bath.

If it were one his own trying to get you two together… he’ll glare at them, but he’d be lenient.

Despite his cold look, he can be a bit obsessive with things he holds dear. That’s why he’d hurt whoever did it despite nothing serious happening.

If you did get injured… it will be utter devastation. We're talking not just one murder but several. Anybody who dared to put you in that situation.

Hope this was okay

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Ikemen All Stars 2022 Love x Alchemy LINE Chat

"You are the manager of 59 guys at the SHAREHOUSE. The sharehouse is divided into 4 floors: 1st floor for Ikemen Sengoku, 2nd floor is for Ikemen Revolution, 3rd floor is for Ikemen Vampire, and 4th floor is for Ikemen Prince.

While you are preparing for the event, suddenly, there is a bug that drags you into the game system with them. Now, the only to get out is them to become alchemists and make the magic happens!

Before the contest begins, you shall need to discuss with them about the name and the slogan of the group"

Here are the conversations of you and Almandine, Jadeite, Moonstone, and Olivine. The rest will be posted tomorrow. First time doing the translation, hope you guys like it XD

Note: All the contents belong to iSweety LINE Chat and I only translate. Sharing is caring! PLEASE DON'T REPOST, ONLY HEART AND REBLOG THX <3

Almandine

“From Admin: You have been invited to Almandine server”

- Almandine Group? I don’t remember if I have registered for this group?

Notification from admin: “Almandine Group leader has used magic to summon you in, please prepare to be transferred, 3, 2, 1 –"

- Wait a minute! I still have some stuff to do!

Nobunaga: Hm? You dare to deny my summon, you sure know how to get on my nerves.

- I’m sorry, I just wanna know about the situation first before doing anything, besides, there is a list of schedules and events that I haven’t prepared yet.

Sasuke: If you say so, did your phone also get an error and it dragged you into this world?

- I think so. But, erm, the issue is only temporary, isn’t it?

Nobunaga: I understand, it seems you haven’t gotten the situation clearly.

Lancelot: There is a message that may be sent to you already, can you check your phone?

- Y…yes, there is a message but with the content’s been edited…What? The data was stolen??

Clavis: Oh my my, what a thrilled and interesting news, everyone is unable to get out, unless with the terms and conditions.

- Where is the interesting news, Clavis? Oh my god, I still have a tons of things to do, there are parcels that need to be collected, rooms need to be tidied up, and …

Clavis: Hahahaha! Why on Earth are you thinking about chores at this kind of time, chores, really?

Jean: Ms. Manager is a hard-working and responsible girl, I understand and I promise that I will protect you with all I have to get you out of here.

Charles: As for me, being with you is everything, I don’t care where we are - no matter in the real world or the virtual world, life or death.

- Charles, stop thinking about that! You should be working with everyone to get out of here.

Zero: Actually, I talked to Edgar earlier, he was trying to hack into the main server but got kicked out. If we use violent ways to get out, our brains may get damaged, too. I think we need to think of another solution.

- Even Edgar was unable to do this…*sigh

Sasuke: No, we can’t give up now! Based on what I know, others will also gather around as groups and participate in the event, so, we may have a chance to get the “Key of Truth”. The message also states that the key has a crack code and it will get us out. If this is true, then we should give it a try.

- Great, we should try it. Luckily, the time zone in the game and the real world aren’t the same, we still have lots of time.

Charles: Yes, but I’m worried that our bodies in the real world may starve to death if we are not in a hurry.

…Please don’t, Charles. This scares the freak out of me! Suddenly I get so nervous, everyone.

Admin: “Dear player! The Alchemy event is about to start soon, we have sent the tool to all of you. In order to get all players to work together, please give your group a slogan in order to receive the BUFF tool. You can get more resources with it. Good luck!”

Sasuke: Oh!!! More resources! Guys, resources and luck are two most important things to do alchemy, we can not let this slip!

Lancelot: But, I’m not good at creating a slogan.

Zero: The slogan needs to be strong, I think.

Nobunaga: “Win all the servers, the world is under the red of Almandine”

- This idea is fine, but the slogan may be a little more delicate?

Clavis: Then we can refer to the image and the legend of the Almandine? According to legend, Almandine symbolizes confidence, strength and was the guiding gemstone for Noah's Ark. In Latin, Almandine originally meant seed. In Greek, it means fire and eyes.

Sasuke: What a great linguist you are, Mr.Clavis! You truly are amazing and knowledgeable.

Jean: Agree, however, I’m still unable to think of a slogan with this information. Sorry for that.

- It’s okay, everyone can take it slow. I will help you guys, too.

Zero: Crimson Almandine, we are invincible.

Nobunaga: Well, it sounds simple but yet full of energy. Let’s go!

- This is great! For us to return to the real world, let’s do it!

Jadeite

“From Admin: You have an invitation to join the group”

- Let me check, what is the message about?

Ray: Hi, you must have heard about the team and the slogan information, right?

- Ah! Hi, Ray! I just talked to the Almandine group about this information.

Faust: Good to hear, then we can save more time.

Fenrir: What’s happening? The others know the news faster than us? Our team cannot lose like this! Everyone, hurry up, have you finished filling the application form?

Ray: Oh my god, Fenrir, you’re choking me to death! Besides, we have not had a name.

Ranmaru: I see the place where we are stuck right now is full of jadeite, how about the Jadeite team?

- What a great idea, Nobunaga’s team earlier also named their team after the jewelry Almandine at their place. This helps us to identify each team.

Shingen: Jadeite…I don’t think the name can be compared with my princess’s name. If I have a chance, I want to name the group of you, my Goddess.

- I think I have to pass this idea. My name can’t be used to name a group, it’s not that great.

Vincent: Well, I think the scenery here is magnificent, too bad I didn’t take my art tools with me right now. It would be a beautiful painting.

Ranmaru: I also think that with these many jadeites, we can make them into fine jewelry. As a famous idol like me, I can wear it perfectly even though jade is normally worn by mature people.

Fenrir: How about a contest to see who gets the most jadeites?

Faust: Not bad, I can take the jadeite to do some experiments.

- Wait a minute! Stop looking at the map for the jades, do you forget that we need to name our group and give it a slogan?

Ray: Right…So we will take Jadeite as our name, I’m thinking about “The Jadeite Foundation”

Fenrir: This is dope, Ray! I mean, we can make lots of profit by using this name!

Ranmaru: Indeed, then the slogan must be as cool as the name! We must let the admin know that our profits will be increased as hell!

Oh wow, I like it, I like it!

Shingen: Then may I know if my princess has any idea for the slogan?

- Erm…I don’t have any idea, yet…

Rio: Sorry guys, I was late as I have to prepare the meals for everyone in the event! I just skimmed the message, we have yet had a slogan, right?

- Yes, do you have any ideas for our “The Jadeite Foundation”?

Rio: Slogans must be strong, maybe ”Wealth and Greatness, the Jadeite Foundation”?

Faust: I don’t think that is suitable enough.

Rio: I see, how about your idea?

Faust: Any slogans are fine to me, though, just don’t interrupt my experiments. For this group, we can have something like “May Gods be with us, Jadeite”

Vincent: Actually, I think that jadeites are beautiful and full of energy, our slogan can be like that, too.

- Full of energy, let me think…

Ray: “Twinkle twinkle let it say, the winner sure is Jadeite, yay!”

Fenrir: Oh oh oh, I like this one!

- Me too!

Ranmaru: Then our slogan is decided, “Twinkle twinkle let it say, the winner sure Jadeite, yay ~”

Moonstone

“From Admin: Welcome to the Moonstone Cooperation”

- Moonstone Cooperation…What a beautiful and peaceful name.

Motonari: Hah, you are fooled by that name! Don’t you know that under the peaceful sea is chaos? We use this name to bait the opponents only. After that, we will war to death!

Shakespeare: Haha, the idea will be great for my next play. If we are safe going back home, please stay tuned to my upcoming work.

- Sure, sure. Hang on, are you guys alright? How’s the slogan?

Leon: Though we named the group pretty fast, but not the slogan.

Loki: I think we can think of whatever the slogan is fine. Besides, I wanna play with you ~

Mousse: I’m sleepy as hell….I’ll pass.

Theo: Whatever, think fast, I want to look for my brother.

Kenshin: What the hell is wrong with this group, have yet thought of a damn slogan?

- …My my, I suddenly understand why you guys have yet came up with a slogan.

Motonari: Geez, this picky group, hear me out! “Moon Moon in the sky! Take all their energy to die!”

Shakespeare: What the hell? This slogan is not even elegant nor creative, pass.

Leon: This has no sense of justice. Disapprove.

Motonari: Need to bet all to win, you guys are so so innocent, damn it.

- Speaking of which, Motonari, you haven’t paid for the rent, though.

Motonari: What are you talking about? Since when I didn’t pay for the rent? I HAVE NEVER FORGOTTEN ANYTHING, are you misunderstanding anything? Do you have any idea how much money I made this year by running the whole sea transport business?

- Right, right, then let’s go back to the real world and we can talk about this later.

Motonari: I think I just give in and pamper you too much.

Mousse: Oh, did anyone talk about sea transport? If we don’t get out of here, I’m unable to approve the international shipping contract. By then, the cargo will…z.z.z..

- Mousse, please don’t type while you are sleeping like that! Wake up!

Loki: Oh, he’s here with me, let me wake him up ^^

Mousse: OUCH! It hurts, what the??? Oh my, I suddenly see the heaven light…ah…

Leon: Guys, please. We should discuss the main topic here. In order to get back home safely, we must work together.

- Wait, Moonstone…

Mousse: Shine bright like a Moonstone…z.z.z…We’re like Moonstone in the sky…z.z.z…

Shakespeare: What a familiar melody

Mousse: Yeah, you are right. Even though Moonstone is not a diamond, but you get the idea.

Kenshin: Then let’s take this and make it our slogan, hurry up!

- So! What is the slogan of Moonstone Coop.?

Kenshin: “Shine bright like a Moonstone”

Olivine

“From Admin: Hello. You have been invited to “The Olivine Company”

- “The Olivine Company”, what a name!

Luke: Whaat… don’t you think the name is like for old people? …The idea of being in this group makes me bored, I wanna go fishing.

Kanetsugu: May I ask if your laziness has anything to do with the name of the group?

Arthur: Oh please, I totally understand Luke’s feeling. The name is so bored and not stand out enough, and I don’t even have any coffee with me. How can I be strong enough to join the contest? Luckily you are here! If there is a beautiful woman like you in the group, perhaps I can regain a bit of my spirit.

- Haha, but we still have a slogan to think of, is this correct? Let’s think of something that can gain the spirit and enthusiasm.

Arthur: Oh luv, don’t you know that I’m THE master of love words? Or, you would like me to whisper in your ear with those, and then we can go somewhere else to get the enthusiasm back.

Hideyoshi: I disapprove! What do you think you are doing? Whispering nasty things to my beloved little sister’s ear?

Sirius: You can’t do that, Arthur. I won’t allow.

Edgar: Oh, there you are, “The brother-sisterhood” gang.

Le Comte: Isn’t this amazing? Even though we don’t have the same blood, we can be together as a family.

- That’s right! You guys are my family, therefore, let’s get out of here together!

Keiji: I got it! I got it! I have 100 slogans with me that you all can choose from!

- Hm?

Kanetsugu: Did you say the group slogan earlier? Well, this guy here has been thinking lots of slogans.

Edgar: Great, it’s nice to have others to think about it.

Luke: That’s right, hurry up so I can go fishing.

Hideyoshi: Luke, at least think of a slogan, an idea is fine!

Keiji: Here is the slogan’s list!

- “Behold the everlasting Olive, one piece of it is enough to take you down!, what a minute, Olive and Olivine are not the same thing!

Le Comte: Where are the rest of 99 slogans?

Sirius: “The Olive symbolizes success! Come join me and we will make you rich!” Is this some kind of fraud commercial? I swear it looks the same.

Edgar: Haha, well I find it interesting, the slogan hits right in the reality.

Keiji: Ed, only you understand me!

Arthur: “Olivine, the magnificent gemstone, listen to me, make up!” What in the world is this? Sounds like some magical girls are preparing for a makeover.

- That’s right, remember, we are Alchemists, not Wizards.

Hideyoshi: I can’t with this group, which slogan is the best now?

- Oh, how about this one?

Luke: Let me see, oh, this one is fine, simple yet enthusiastic enough.

Edgar: Alright, if anyone is fine with this, our slogan will be “Olivine! Take our enthusiasm, give us success!”

Tagging @alby-rei XD come and see Jadeite group haha

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #ikemenvampire #ikemen all star 2022 #chat translation

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers Toy Story!AU

Or, *cough* a way for me to write out a buncha funny Incorrect Quotes and smoosh two things I love together.

Woody: Jason Voorhees

Buzz Lightyear: Michael Myers

Jessie: Ghostface

Prospector/Stinky Pete: Roman Bridger

Bo Peep and Ham: Freddy Krueger

Mr Potato Head: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray

Mrs Potato Head: Tiffany Valentine

Slinky: Carrie White

Rex: Bubba Sawyer

Barbie: Jennifer Check

Ken: Patrick Bateman

Lotso-'O'-Huggin' Bear: Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt. Was gonna be Bo, but Hoyt just fits way better. Plus he has Thomas.

Chuckles: Monty

Big Baby: Thomas hewitt

The Chatter Telephone: Luda Mae Hewitt

Also, Sunnydale Daycare: Ambrose. Because why not.

*I'm thing the kids in Toy Story are the fanbase and creators of the Slashers in this AU. Like, Andy and Bonnie are the original creators that make up the canon stuff and created them to be the infamous characters we all know- and Sid is us fan-people that twist and distort the characters for our own pleasure, haha XD *

An abundance of Incorrect Quotes bellow the cut!

Chucky: *With all the features on his face mismatched*

Chucky: Hey Freddy, look! I'm Picasso!

Freddy: ... yeah, I don't get it. *Leaves*

Chucky: *what... * You uncultured swine!! *Shakes his fist at Freddy's retreating back. That was a good fucking joke, goddamn.*

~

Michael: *Writing down on whiteboard:* Excuse me... I think the word you're searching for is

THE SHAPE.

Jason: *Already so done with this edgy boy's bullshit*

Jason: *Moves attention to his own whiteboard, starts writing*

Jason: *Shows board*

NO. The word I'm 'searching for', I cant say, because there are preschool toys present.

*Gestures ferociously to Carrie and Bubba.*

~

Jason: *Ughhhh. Shows board that he frantically wrote on:* Its not a KNIFE! Its a little stick of plastic!!

Freddy: What's wrong with him??

Chucky: Knife envy~

Freddy: Ah been there

~

Jason and Michael: *Watching Dr Loomis give psychology advice*

Jason and Michael: *Slowly tilting their heads sceptically, in unison*

Michael: *Holds up board for Jason to read:* ... I don't think that man has ever been to medical school.

~

Jason: *Trying to get Michael to help him. Writes passive aggressively on board and shoves the thing in Michael's view:* Would you give me a hand!???

Michael: *Fucking slices his own arm off and chucks it at Jason*

Look, he's having a bad day...

~

Freddy: *Sneaks up on Jason and digs his fingers into the giants sides*

Jason: *Whips around and cracks Freddy in the face from shock*

Jason: *Realises its just Freddy as the other groans and holds his nose, and looks a little guilty. Oh, Freddy. Writes on board and shows him:* There's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Freddy: Agh- Fucking- Merry Christmas, hockey puck!

Jason: *Catches sight of something above them, tilts his head. Writes and shows board:* Isn't that mistletoe?

Freddy: *A slow, creepy grin rips across his face* Yep.

~ Toy Stoy 2~

Jason: *Frantically holding up a board:* Michael! I was a yo-yo!

Freddy and Chucky: *Look at each other*

Chucky: 'Was'?

~

*Michael and the others watching a dude try to buy Jason and failing.*

Michael: *Thinking: Mm, now just walk away.*

Man: *Follows after where Jason went.*

Michael: *Thinking: ... the other way.*

~

*After Jason has been stolen- everyone is panicking*

Michael: *Stomping his foot, trying to gather these psychopaths' attentions. Wait a minute! Wait, hold on! When he semi has their attention, he shows a piece of paper with writing on it:* This is not time to be hysterical.

Freddy: Its the perfect time to be hysterical.

Bubba: *Gasp. Should we be hysterical!?*

Carrie: *Tries to calm Bubba down, a hand on his arm and voice gentle* No-

Chucky: Yes.

Michael: *Thinking: ... well, maybe*

~

Freddy: Give this to Jason when you find him

Freddy: *SMACKS MICHAEL UPSIDE THE HEAD*

Michael: ... *Holds up board* Alright. But I don't think it'll mean the same thing coming from me.

~

Freddy: *Up ahead* Hey guys! Why did the toys cross the road!?

Michael: *But rolls his eyes. Not now bacon bits.*

Bubba: *Perks up and waives. Oh! He loves riddles. Why?*

Freddy: To get to the chicken... on the other side!

*They all look out and celebrate, seeing where Jason was being kept hostage... but then realise how dangerous getting across will be as a giant fricken truck careens by and crushes a can the same size as them*

Bubba: ... *Promptly turns around and starts walking back the way they came. Oh well. We tried-*

Michael: *Grabs Bubba back*

~

Jennifer: I can help! I'm Tour Guide Jen!

Jennifer: Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car, and no flash photography! Thanks.

Chucky: -I'm a married man, I'm married man, I'm married man-

Freddy: *Shoves Chucky out of the way* Then make room for the single fellas.

~

Michael: *Ugh. Writes on board:* They're on level 23.

Carrie: How are we gonna get up there?

Bubba: *Gestures to balloons, then up to the sky. Meaning: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top!*

Chucky: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up, push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering a pizza.

Freddy: How bout a roast? *Grins*

Freddy: *Assesses Chucky and Carrie in turn* With tenderised pig and a slaughtered lamb as sides.

Chucky: Hold the fuck up did you just call me a pig- and a side-

Carrie: What?

Bubba: Oh! Oh! *Pats his chest excitedly. Do him! What about me??*

Freddy: ... Eh, you can be the toy that comes with the meal.

~

*Michael does something to get them all hurt and doesn't to care at all, of course. Just moves on.*

Chucky: Remind me to glue his mask on his head when we get back.

Freddy: *Nods, yep*

~

Chucky:*Embracing Tiffany after having been away saving Jason*

Glen and Glenda: You saved our lives! We're eternally grateful!

Chucky: Oh, fuck...

Tiffany: You saved their lives, Chucky?? Oh, my hero.

Tiffany: *Immediately drops Chucky in favour of picking up the babies* And they're adorable! Lets adopt them!

Chucky: *Thinking: What? No- Absolutely not- Don't say tha-*

Glen and Glenda: Daaaaddy!

Chucky: Fuck.

~Toy Story 3~

Jason: *Holds up a sign as he stands there menacingly with his machete:* You got a date with justice, Charles.

Chucky: Heh, too bad, 'sheriff'. I'm a married man.

Tiffany: *Comes out screaming, wielding goddamn nun chucks*

~

Michael: *Eyes narrow behind mask, slowly holds up sign he prepared earlier:* Bastard son of a hundred maniacs.

Freddy: Hah. That's Mr Bastard son of a hundred maniacs, to you!

~

*The toys/Slashers watch some toys, including Jennifer and her car get thrown in the donation bin*

Ghostface: Oh, man, poor Jen.

Freddy: ... I get the corvette.

~

Tiffany: Its alright, Jen, it'll be okay.

Jennifer: Well... Needy and I have been growing apart for a while...

Jennifer: Its just... I cant believe she would kill me!

Chucky: *Who's 'best friend till the end'/victim also killed him* Yeah. Welcome to the club, toots.

~

Hoyt: They just love new toys, don't they?

Chucky: Love!? We've been chewed, kicked, drooled on-

Tiffany: Just look at my nails!

Hoyt: ... Hm. Well, here's the thing, sweetheart. You aint leavin' Ambrose.

Tiffany: *Thinking: Oh fuck no he did not just- * Sweetheart!? Who do you think you're talking to!? I have over 10 kills, and I deserve more respec-

Hoyt: *Covers Tiffany's mouth with his hand* Ah, that's better.

Chucky: *Thinking: I'm going to fuck this douche up- * Hey, no one takes my wife's mouth. *Shoves Hoyt back off her by the chest* 'Cept me.

~

*Hoyt and Thomas bring Chucky back from 'The Box'. He's more fucked up looking then usual, sand all through his hair and stuck to his plastic features. He shakes it out of his pockets.*

Tiffany: *Gasp* Sweetheart!

Chucky: Eugh... it was cold. And dark. Nothin' but sand and a couple of Lincoln logs.

Freddy: Ehhh... I don't think those were Lincoln logs.

~

Ghostface: I was wrong...

Chucky:

Chucky: Ghostface is right. He was wrong.

~

Jennifer: *Fake cries*

~

Chucky: *Slaps a Pidgeon*

~

*Trying to reset Michael back to his former settings/self (The one that knows them and therefore will maybe-perhaps-possibly not kill them*

Freddy: Oh- oh- oh, here we go. there should be a little hole under the switch.

Jason: *Little hole little hold little hole- Nods. Got it!*

Freddy: To reset your Michael Myers action figure, insert paper clip-

Jason: *Sharply turns to Bubba, urging him to put his finger in the hole quickly*

Freddy: Caution; Do not hold button for more then five seconds...

Michael: *Suddenly stops thrashing and goes slack*

Everyone: ...

Bubba: *Jumps off him, holding up his hands. Its not my fault!!*

~

Michael, on Spanish Mode: *Gives Jason two sweet kisses on either cheek*

Jason: *Awkwardly, slowly holds up sign:* We gotta switch him back.

~

Ghostface: Oh! Mikey!!

Michael, still on Spanish Mode: *Sees Ghostface*

Michael: *Drops to his knees, gathers up Ghostface's hand*

Michael: *Looks up at Ghostface in utter awe and admiration*

Ghostface: *Freaken freaked out. Shouldn't he be the creepy one in this outfit? Leans away* Uhh... did you fix Michael?

Freddy: Uh, sorta. I mean I for one think this is a huge improvement.

~

Michael, STILL on Spanish Mode: *Does a dance of feelings around Ghostface, wanting to express himself*

Ghostface: What- why- please stop I'm gonna pee myself- Of laughter or fear I have no idea but I WILL PEE

Michael: *Grabs and dips Ghostface, and holds up a sign* We will be the most famous killers in history, together.

Ghostface: *Thinking: Oh I can get behind that, hell yeah- *

Jason: *Arrives*

Ghostface: Oh- *Scrambles out of Michaels hold* JASE!

Michael: *Watches them move on together* *Throws down the sign*

Freddy: I suddenly feel disgusting, like... I somehow ended up in some kinda... love-square, of some kind...

~

Jason: *Nicely gestures for Michael to give him some help*

Michael, stillllllll on Spanish mode: *Sniffs his nose at Jason's hand, shoving him out of the way with one arm like no thank you.*

~

Jennifer: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed. Not from the threat of force! // Or, alternatively which I think fits a whole lot better- // I am not going to stand back here and let another fucking old white guy tell me what the fuck to do!

Chucky and Freddy, two old white guys: *Look at each other*

Chucky:

Freddy:

Chucky and Freddy: *Shrug*

And that's it seeing as I don't really wanna see Toy Story 4. I hope you enjoyed this silly thing with me at least a little XD

Okay so I got a little attached in the end.

#Slashers Toy Story!AU #Toy Story!AU #Slashers #Horror Villains #Incorrect Quotes #IQs #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky x Tiffany #Tiffany Valentine #Chiffany #Freddy Krueger #Jason Voorhees #Freddy x Jason #Frason #Jennifer Check #Bubba Sawyer #Carrie White #Ghostface #Michael Myers #Glenn Ray #Glenda Ray #Freddy Krueger x Jason Voorhees #Charles Lee Ray x Tiffany Valentine #Chucky x Tiffany Valentine #Jason Voorhees x Freddy Krueger #Toy Story #Toy Story 2 #Toy Story 3

[mammonprotectionsquad]

You can all thank @hopebunnywrites for introducing me to a prompt generator site... I will probably use a couple more from there for the MysMe boys xD

Also, this was totally not based off of how I'd react. Absolutely not. I would never 👀

"Why are you so thirsty?"

Vanderwood x Reader

If there was one thing you hadn't expected to happen, it was seeing Vanderwood at the latest RFA party. And while it wasn't the first time you saw him, it was indeed the very first time you saw him in a suit. And damn that was a real nice sight. You didn't know if the suit was tailored or not, but it did fit him like a glove. The dark grey of the jacket and pants a nice combination with his purple shirt. At the same time convincing you further that purple was probably his favorite color.

A nice little extra was the way he'd gathered the upper half of his hair in a ponytail, having a half-up/half-down situation going on. His sharp jawline on display with the long strands out of the way...

You had to shake your head to snap out of your (not all too innocent) thoughts and instead focus again on your job; which included greating all the guests. That also involved Vanderwood, who showed up together with Saeyoung.

"To keep an eye on the little shit", he muttered, followed by quiet complaints about how annoyed he was to constantly have to play the nanny.

"No one forced you to come along. I didn't even ask you to! You simply decided to tag along for the party", Saeyoung chuckled, earning himself a death glare from the other man.

And while you just stood there, listening to their bantering and the brunette's quiet threats to make use of his taser, you couldn't help but smile. There was something soothing about knowing that some things would probably never change.

As much as you would've loved to listen to them some more, duty called and you had to excuse yourself in order to talk to some other guests who demanded your attention. Only when the auction started did you find some time to relax, away from the rather... unique personalities, a much needed drink in your hand.

"Let me guess, your cheeks already start to hurt from all the fake smiling?", Saeyoung smirked and threw an arm around your shoulder, giving you the opportunity to lean some of your weight on him.

"Along with my brain from having to listen to stuff I don't even understand, most of the time", you added with a quiet snort.

At the same time your eyes darted around the room. Nearly out of habit to make sure everything was going well, no one trying to pull a stunt of whatever kind.

Though it didn't take long until your eyes, once again, landed on Vanderwood. It should've been illegal to look that good without trying. How he leaned casually against the bar, easily rivaling any GQ model out there. It was nearly impossible to look away.

Head tilted ever so slightly to the side, your thoughts began to wander. Pondering over what it would be like to have his strong arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing kisses along your neck. All while your hands would slowly undo button after button on his shirt, with your fingers eventually brushing down his skin and to-

"Earth to Y/N!"

The redhead's voice snapped you back into reality and you blinked a couple times, trying your best to pull yourself completely out of your daydream. And once you turned to face your best friend, you were met by a shit eating grin.

"Why are you so thirsty? If you think you're being subtle... you're really not. I think even our dear Mary noticed your staring."

Even though you could feel the heat rise into your cheeks at his words, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you all flustered without at least saying something.

"Come on, do you really have to ask? I mean... Look at him! There's just something about Vandy in a suit that makes him even hotter than he already is on the daily", you began to ramble, followed my a nonchalant shrug.

It was a little scary to return your gaze to the handsome former agent, the fact that he most definitely noticed, considering how attentive he was, kind of mortifying.

But as soon as your eyes locked you could've sworn you saw the smallest smile playing around the corners of his lips. And when he actually winked at you? You could feel your legs turn into jelly.

Still, at the same time it gave you some strange encouragement out of nowhere. Pushing your now empty glass into Saeyoung's hand, you straigthened your back.

"Wish me luck~", you chirped, not really giving him the time to answer. Instead all he could do was stare after you as you made your way towards Vanderwood.

The way he didn't waste any time to turn towards you, his full attention on you, gave you the confirmation that you had obviously not imagined or misinterpreted anything. Seemed like the night was about to get a lot more interesting and fun...

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-->Victor finished up in the greenhouse around this time, so I had him head to the barn to make an eco upgrade part (the fabricator STILL refuses to attack him and paint him funny colors for our amusement), then Transportalate up to the second floor to use the toilet and mop some mysterious symbols in the seance room before heading to bed. He climbed in just as a refreshed Alice climbed out, which, figures. XD As Alice was feeling the Fury again, I decided it would be better to just indulge in the werewolf stuff for a bit and see if I could knock her over the edge into a little rampage. Because sometimes it really is just easier to let them fall to the Fury and see if they can bring themselves out of it quick. So she transformed into her beast mode, scavenged up a time capsule in the back yard, then went out for a very successful hunt (bringing back THREE spare pieces of meat!) before coming back and saying hi to Smiler (who, after getting a bunch of robot salvage parts and checking the latest SimsTube trends, was busy making computer chips and mechanisms on the robotics bench) and heading upstairs to play some video games. And that is where I would have left things --

-->If I hadn’t seen Rory Oaklow hanging out on the front porch, having just been sprinkled by a specter! I figured "oh, okay, Alice can chat with her and get some more werewolf experience" -- and indeed, a quick conversation with Rory about her time as a werewolf unlocked the "Werewolf Mentorship" ability for Alice! Making her a more effective mentor toward new werewolves! :D I'm – not sure when she’s ever going to use that, but still. XD I then decided they might as well play tug-of-war while they were hanging out together, since that too would be good for the old XP bar --

-->But then, who should show up in the kitchen but bad old Temperance, ready to cause mischief! Fortunately, Victor had already woken up and started making himself breakfast, so it was the work of a moment to slap down his bizarre idol and render her pretty much immediately helpless. (Getting slapped in the face with a spatula as he prepared his eggs couldn't have helped either. XD) However, Temperance's appearance was accompanied by the house making a bunch of creepy noises, and, well, despite being a big bad werewolf, Rory didn't take them well and ended up running off in fear before any tugging of warring could happen. So Alice instead just scavenged up some turquoise from the yard. XD Victor had his breakfast as Temperance finally floated out, and eventually Rory came back from her terror run, allowing me to get Alice to send HER home too.

And THEN, with all the actual residents of the house safely gathered in the kitchen where I could keep an eye on them, I was finally able to save and close out of the game! Whew! These sessions always take longer than I think they're gonna...but hey, it was nice to play again, see the trio in action, and actually make some real progress at selling stuff in the store! :) Next time, though, we're taking a break from store shenanigans for HOLIDAY shenanigans -- as next episode, it'll be Winter Saturday, aka New Year's Eve! Which involves the completion of a few errands, and a very special date...see you then!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #yeah this kind of became 'the session that would not end' for a bit #like I would have stopped it earlier #but then Rory showed up #and then Temperance showed up #and it was a bit of a thing to get them both to leave #Temperance barely even registers on my radar anymore honestly #she can try to be a bitch but Victor ALWAYS has a bizarre idol on him #sooooo she never gets a chance to cause any real trouble #but I was a little sad Alice didn't get to play tug-of-war with Rory #I should send the gang back to Moonwood Mill at some point #let Alice explore being a werewolf more there #someone remind me to do that in the future :p #along with more trips to The Magic Realm and Forgotten Hollow #and just other worlds than Henford-on-Bagley and San Myshuno #queued

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𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹: imagine-all-the-fandoms said:

Hey you 💕 I���m so in love with your imagines, you’re a great writer! I hope it’s okay to send smth in as well ☺️ a Bucky one for where you’re crushing each other and head to a mission together in the snowy mountains where you get trapped by a storm in a cute cabin. First he’s all shy around you but in the end it’s all cute as he makes a little fire and shares his clothes to keep you warm which also leads to cuddling and finally sharing a kiss and even some loving smut when you finally admit your feelings ?

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Smut, 18+, Fluff, friends to lovers, shy Bucky, fluff, did I mention fluff? Plant stuff? you’re kinda like that bitch from sky high lol

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: this is too cute and I had so much writing this, i feel it radiates like huge cottage core energy but in the snow XD anyways hope you like it bug and thanks for the request!!

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You were walking from the greenhouse/garden room holding a small plant when you bumped into a much larger figure, accidentally dropping said plant.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” the voice said.

“It’s ok. I’m sorr-” you stopped.

The person was Bucky and under his big black boot was your little baby plant that you were taking to your room to nurse. You stared at him with a shocked and upset look on your face and Bucky stepped back to see the poor plant squished on the floor. 

Wanda was a bystander and rushed over to help clean up. She used her powers and mended the plant pot back together but the poor bud was still wilted. 

“Are you guys ok?” Wanda asked, handing you the pot with the wilted plant. 

“You squished my plant,” you said monotonously.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said, panicked.

You playfully shook your head in disappointment trying your hardest to burst into giggles. It was ok because it’s what you do. You did… plant stuff. You weren’t exactly sure what your abilities were but you did know that you worked with plants very well.

You looked down at the bud and softly blew. Sage green magic circled the plant and life went back into the little sprout. Bucky’s panicked expression softened as he watched you use your magic. The way you smiled when the plant came back to life. That proud smile you had on made him smile too.

“There. All better,” you looked back Bucky. 

“All better,” he repeated with a smile.

“Hey, Y/n. Bucky,” Steve called you from down the hall.

“What’s up?”

“Fury needs you two in the conference room, says he’s got a mission for you two,” Steve walked away after he informed you both.

“Lead the way darling,” Bucky gestured his hand forward.

“Ah, you’re here. Why do you have a plant in your hand?”

“Bucky squished my flower under his boot,” you said.

“It was an accident,” Bucky mumbled.

“Moving on. I have a mission for you both in the alps. Some thugs are trading alien plant life so I need you,” he pointed to you, “to collect some samples for Tony and Bruce and Bucky will be there to protect you. If any plants die or get frozen you know what to do.”

You were plenty capable to handle yourself but you’ve never had to do so in the snow. You generally stuck to warmer and sunnier places when it came to missions. Bucky was pretty used to the snow so he knows to survive better in case you get stuck; but that won’t happen obviously.

“Wheels up in 30.”

You got to hide out and you were sort of struggling considering you had maybe seven layers of clothes on. You felt like a big puffy marshmallow waddling your way to the crime scene. The mission was somewhat successful, Bucky had really done all the work fighting and you just ran around tying up bad guys with vines and holding little seedlings in your pockets.

All was going until it didn’t. The wind picked up quickly and snow started thrashing around you and the others. You were fighting on the side of a hill, well Bucky was. You were still running around trying not to get shot. There was rumbling and the ground shook under you. You looked at Bucky who had taken down someone and his face held fear and concern. 

“Run!” he yelled.

“Where!” you started running anyhow.

“Follow me, doll!” 

You tried your best to run through heavy snow and with many many layers of clothes on you but it was becoming a struggle. Especially running against the wind made it a challenge on its own. Bucky was far ahead of you but thankfully turned back to grab your hand effectively dragging you alongside him running from the tumbling snow chasing after you. 

“Think you get us above ground? Maybe a tree? Rock platforms?” Bucky shouted, still running with his arm up to prevent snow and ice from getting in his eyes.

“The snow’s too thick and the wind is too strong,” you shouted back.

“I’m sorry,” you shouted shakily.

Before Bucky could respond the snowfall did a hiccup before finally settling within feet of you and Bucky. You two were exhausted and if you had to run any further, you’d probably be consumed by snow because you barely had any energy left in you to keep running.  

The wind was still harsh and the snow fell rapidly making it almost impossible to see even 5 feet in front of you. 

“We should find shelter,” Bucky said close to your face. Your nose was nearly numb from the cold and the warmth from Bucky’s proximity made it almost feel like it was burning. 

“I’m just following you,” you said with tired eyes.

After what felt like hours of walking you were practically dragging your feet and legs across the thick snow. The blankets of snow  glistened beautiful and sparkled under the sun. despite the sun now being out the weather was still almost unbearably cold. Your body still shook from the chill.

“You know, I’ve never liked winter. It was always so plain and boring with all the snow. And it’s so fucking cold; I’d rather be laying in the sun in a meadow. But this,” you circled your arms and twirled, “This is beautiful.”

“You what’s even more beautiful?” Bucky held your hand.

“What?” you said shyly.

“That cabin up ahead,” he smirked, and you smacked his chest.

“Well then, come on. I’m still freezing my butt off, and surely the seedlings in my pocket are frozen too,” you started treading the snow, grunting every step.

You got inside after a few tugs because the lock was practically frozen shut. The cabin was seemingly abandoned, else the hosts would certainly be surprised. Nonetheless, Bucky searched the house for anything to give you warmth. You stood in the living room area of the cabin awaiting instructions from Bucky since he seemed to know what he was doing. 

“Hey, doll. It looks like this place’s got two fireplaces. One here and in the master bedroom. Take your pick.”

“How long will be here?” you asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve hardly got any signal to send an alert.”

“That means we’ll probably spend the night. We should use the bedroom.”

“You can use the bedroom. I set a fire in the fireplace there, and then I’ll set one up out here for me when you’re taken care of,” he said.

“I thought we were sharing the room,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. See you had this little, itty, bitty, tiny crush on the fellow. But how could you not? He was perfect! You certainly weren’t going to waste the opportunity to share a bed with the guy if you ‘had to’. 

“Let’s get you taken care of,” he smiled softly.

You walked to the back room where the master bedroom was and it was beautiful. The bed was disassembled, the mattress was leaning to the side on the wall and the bed frame was taken apart. Bucky moved the bedframe to the side and flopped the mattress down to the floor. 

“Let me check for any blankets in this place,” Bucky ran off. 

You looked around and walked into the connected bathroom. To your absolute surprise there were small plants, unfortunately dead, and pots filled with dried out and chalky dirt. You could work with that. 

You picked them up and took them to the bed. You sat on the mattress and placed the pots in front of you on the floor at your feet. You pulled out the frozen seedlings and plants and placed each one in their own pot. 

That same sage green magic circled your hands and traveled to the pots where the dirt grew damp and the seedlings grew into buds. You smiled to yourself before looking up, eyes meeting Bucky’s who watched you with a grin on his face.

“It’s amazing what you do,” he said holding a bunch of blankets.

“It’s nothing.”

“No-” he was interrupted from the branches of the trees right outside the room baniging against the window hard. 

“Oh no. storm’s picking up again,” Bucky mumbled.

“Are we gonna be ok?” you asked.

“”We’ll be fine. Now are you hurt?”

“Just cold,” you whispered.

“Ok if you feel uncomfortable let me know and I’ll leave you ok?” you nodded.

“I need you to take your layers off until you reach your thermal.”

You zipped down your snow jacket that was incredibly wet from all the snow from outside. Next was a layer of your snow pants after you took your snow boots off, which were also wet; both the pants and boots.

Bucky helped you with the rest of your layers under you simply wore a thermal and your undergarments underneath. Your body was shaking still and the fire still wasn’t on yet. 

“Here are all the blankets I could find. Warm yourself up while I turn on the fireplace,” Bucky walked outside to gather some stumps of wood that were conveniently stacked next to the front door. He came back with a rock and banged it against his metal hand to create sparks which thankfully successfully lit the fire. 

“Are you feeling ok?” he asked shyly.

“Sort of, but the fire’s going so I think I’ll feel better very soon,” you responded.

Bucky was about to leave you and make his own fire in the living room when you stopped him.

“Buck, you don’t have to leave,” you said.

“Thought I’d give you some privacy,” he responded.

“I don’t need privacy, besides the fire’s already made. Just stay here,” you scooted on the bed for him to sit.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Come sit,” you smiled and patted the spot next to you.

He sat with you very closely and you feel his body heat radiating off his body like a heater. He asked if it was ok if he got rid of wet clothes too and you let him. When he took his last layer off he accidentally lifted his thermal shirt with it exposing his lower stomach. The muscle of his abdominals surprised you and you couldn’t help but oogle.

Bucky’s cheeks grew red and not from the cold. You two sat in silence. Your body was still trembling slightly and bucky wanted to help you. He just didn’t know if you;d be comfortable with the particular survival tactic. 

“I don’t want to upset you or make you uncomfortable but body heat and skin to skin contact is the most effective way to warm the body.

“Bucky, are you making a move on me?” you giggled.

“Uh no- sorry I, uh I-”

“I’m just teasing,” you smiled.

“I want to help you,” he whispered.

“Ok.”

Bucky moved away slightly and reached for the bottom of your shirt hesitantly looking to you for permission of which you granted. Your arms came up and the thermal slowly peeled off of your cold body. You were simply left in a bra and your arms covered yourself in coldness and also slight insecurity. 

Bucky also took his thermal off and tossed it to the side. Your eyes trained on his torso littered with little scars and bruises that made you want to reach out and hold him. He leaned back on the mattress and lifted his hips to remove his thermal pants and then looked back to you to make sure you were still ok.

You stood up and quickly discarded your pants as well as seeing Bucky turn his away from seeing you undress; which made your heart warm at his manners. When you were done you sat back down much closer to Bucky this time.

His arms wrapped around you and both your legs hitched over his thighs as you curled into him. His body was so hot, figuratively and literally. Your body instantly warmed up against his hardened muscles. You stayed this way while the fire burned and Bucky told you stories about him and Steve back in the 40s before everything happened. 

There was a moment of silence that settled between you and you looked into Bucky’s eyes. His hand came up and softly brushed the air from your face. You leaned into hand and smiled faintly to him and he smiled back. 

Bukcy leaned his forehead down to press against your and you could feel the tip of his equally cold nose on yours. You looked at each other waiting for the other to say something, anything.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you whispered.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispered back.

“Please.”

Bucky lips attached to yours ever so gently. Your body practically melted against him, chills raising on your skin but not from the cold. His hands caressed the skin of your stomach and ribs and you moved straddled his thighs.

You felt growing wet from the way he held you tenderly against him. You started grinding yourself against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard pressing up against your core. Small moans and breathy sighs emitted from you and Bucky and his hands roamed to your ass. 

Bucky’s lips went to neck and you threw your head back for him and threaded your fingers through his hair. Bucky nipped and bit down on the skin before soothing it over with his tongue and dragged it down to your collarbone. 

You reached around and unclipped your bra and Bucky tossed over to the pile of clothes you had discarded beforehand. Bucky looked down at your chest for a second but averted his eyes to prevent you from being uncomfortable. 

His hands however kneaded the flesh of your breasts; insanely warm against your skin. 

“You’re so pretty, darling,” Bucky whispered in your ear making you shudder.

He flipped you over; the blanket fell to the side making your nipples harden from the chilly air. He stood up to remove his boxers and ran his hands up your legs sensually playing with the hem of your panties you still had on. 

He looked at you with gentle eyes before you nodded eagerly for him to take them off. After he did he crawled up body before settling between your hips. His cock was settled against your pussy and it practically throbbed, aching for more. 

He pumped his cock with his hand a few times leaning down to capture your lips with his. When he slid inside, you moaned loudly taking a hold of his shoulders with your hands. Bucky was huge! Nothing like any of your past lovers, not that you really many. 

“Hold on, hold on. I just need a second,” you told Bucky. 

He leaned down and pressed kisses all over your face; your hands cupping his face and jaw giggling. You looked into eyes once again and nodded letting him know that it was alright to move again. 

Bucky was in absolute heaven right now.

Your walls felt so soft and velvety as he easily thrusted in and out of you. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead. His hand reached down your arm and he intertwined his fingers with yours resting by your head. 

Bucky had been dreaming of this moment longer than he’d like to admit. He never considered himself to be a shy person; and definitely not jealous either. But when he met you, he always stuttered and stumbled over his feet and words barely getting a working sentence out of his mouth. 

Whenever Steve or Sam spoke to you, and generally flirted a lot of the time, he envied them for being so relaxed around you. He’d wanted to ask you on a proper date and take you home to worship you like you deserve; wake up next to you and make love all over again. But he couldn’t say hi without turning bright red.

But here you were, a dream come true, squirming, whining and moaning beautifully under him. 

“You are so gorgeous, baby. God, I can’t believe you're here,” Bucky kissed you. 

“Oh, Bucky you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Fuck, baby you’re taking me so well,” he praised.

You both moaned feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso driving him deeper in making you practically scream in pleasure. Bucky’s hips snapped in and out of you wildly desperate for that release he knows is going to be the best he’s ever had. 

When the coil in the pit of your stomach burst your back arched into Bucky and his face buried into your neck as he practically growled in pleasure. 

“Fuck that was amazing,” he kissed your neck and chuckled.

“Why are you always so shy around me? We probably could’ve done this way sooner,” you patted his back. 

“I, uh-”

“There you go stuttering again,” you giggled.

“I’m sorry. Y/n, I really like you and I have since I’ve met you. I don’t know why I feel so brain dead whenever I’m around you. I used to have no problem asking a pretty dame on a date, but when I met you, I couldn’t even say hi let alone ‘Hey wanna go on a date because I think you’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever met in my goddamn life?’ It felt impossible,” Bucky sat up and sat you on his legs still wrapped in the blanket. 

“Bucky, I- oh,” you gasped.

“What?” you pointed to the wooden floor of the cabin. There were small buds and patches of grass coming through the cracks of the floorboards. There were also vines and branches covering the walls coming from the floor as well.

“Oh! Did I do that?” you looked back at him and he nodded.

“Oopsies,” you giggled.

“What if we had sex in the garden?” Bucky asked.

“Oh my gosh, Bucky!” you laughed.

“What?” a smile grew on his face watching you laugh in pure delight.

“You’re so silly,” you shook your head before yawning.

“Come on, doll. Let’s go sleep and we’ll see what’s gonna happen after the storm passes,” Bucky kissed you goodnight and you fell asleep comfortably in his arms.

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