#& they'll always have a special place in my heart u know

[scarvain]

omg i loved your hamzah fic! every time a hamzah fic shows up on the tl jesus sheds a tear!!

feel like it’s so awkward to request but would love for u to write about dating hamzah on the dl & being a guest on the patreon pod

giving relationship advice to some sad slushys while being all sweet n giddy with each other……

STAWWWPP I LOVE THISSSS I GOT U!!!

✶ sweet nothing — hamzahthefantastic x reader

WARNINGS: tooth-rotting fluff, i used the name junia for the slushy that msgd and reader has a dog named loki

A/N: i'm not subscribed to the patreon and i don't entirely know what goes on there BUT i just know hamzah's alone for that???? even in a fictional universe, hamzah still can't read too BAHAHAHA also sorry if this took so long, i had this in the drafts for a while but just finished it now!

the whole day, you’ve been overthinking about being on your boyfriend’s podcast.

you’ve been on out of character before but martin would also be there with you and hamzah.

so here you were, zoned out while your boyfriend explained everything you're gonna do for this episode.

"okay, so... are you ready?" he finally finished talking, now looking at you and then seeing the state you were in. his eyes soften and he walks toward you.

"what's wrong?" he held your hands in his as he tried getting your attention. you look up and give him a smile.

"just a bit nervous," you force a chuckle then he pulls you in to kiss your forehead. "you think they'll notice we're.. y'know." you tilt your head, placing a hand on his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

he shrugs in response, hands now on your hips, caressing the exposed skin from your top. "i don't know honestly but i don't think it'll be a big deal for them cause i love you."

you giggle before pulling him in for a kiss.

"okay let's start then!"

the podcast went on like it usually did, you and hamzah spoke about everything and anything you could think of — from the recent movies you've watched to activities you guys have been doing.

the next part of the podcast's segment was introduced by hamzah, he pulls out his phone and looks at his instagram messages.

"okay so this is the first one, i'll read it first and tell me what you think."

you nod at him to start the he starts to read.

"hi hamzah, i'm f-17 and i finish high school very soon. for the past year, i've realized that i lick—oh sorry it's like my best friend who's m-18 and he's had girls chasing him for a while now and he was entertaining them but ended up not having anything with any of the girls. but recently he's been hinting at liking me and flirting with me playfully i guess i don't know if i should let him know i like him, help me please."

you look at him to see if he was finished then he puts his phone down, now turning to look at you. “okay so you like your best friend that sounds familiar,” hamzah gives a teasing look to you with a smirk on his face.

you roll your eyes playfully, inching closer to him on the sofa until your knees are close to each other.

“i can relate to this, i was clueless too if he was flirting with me or not,” you glance between hamzah and the camera as you speak, holding the mic a bit closer. “but in the end it still worked out and he’s… well my boyfriend now!” you both chuckle and you feel yourself blush, hiding your face with the mic.

hamzah places a hand on your thigh which thankfully wasn’t caught in the frame. “oh my god okay, since you’re sooo happy talking about him, continue the story and give our girl… uh… wait what’s her name—oh there it is! junia!”

you get closer to hamzah, now shoulder to shoulder, and interlocking your hands with each other.

“okay so before i dated my boyfriend, he really wasn’t entirely my bestest best friend but more like a close best friend? he had a special place in my heart–”

“oh really what kinda special place?” he nudges you which you ignore.

“and even before i realized i liked him, it was like i’m always wanting to be around him or talk to him a lot.” your gaze was entirely on him as you said this, completely forgetting about the camera recording and a smile started to grow on hamzah’s face, looking down at his lap to try and hide it.

“i’ve known my boyfriend almost 5 or 6 years before we started dating and it really took me a while to realize i was in love with him.” you were already smiling at him, rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

his head shots up and looks at you, eyes a bit wide.

“wait you were in love already?”

you bite your lip to try and stop yourself from smiling bigger. “yeah, dude, i’ve told you this before!” you let go of his hand, the smile still prominent on your face as you punch his arm playfully.

“okay loser, just continue,”

you roll your eyes and scoff jokingly. “but in all honesty, i know i barely talk and post about my boyfriend but he knows i love him soooo much,” you look up at hamzah who was trying to hide his smile by biting the insides of his cheeks.

you lean closer to him before continuing. “so junia! if you really think you both like each other then go for it! you never know what could happen.” you said and it was like you had hearts as your eyes as you looked at hamzah.

he indistinctively puts an arm over your shoulder as the podcast continues, reading more of the messages and giving the viewers advice.

“oh hamzah! i think this one you can help with,” as you were about to show hamzah the message, your dog, comes out of the room and tries pulling you away from hamzah.

“jesus christ, loki, stop stealing my girlfriend.” he muttered but was still heard on the microphone.

you leave the couch for a while and place your dog in the room.

“okay so here’s the message.” you hand him the phone and he reads it.

“hi hamzah, i don’t know if you’re taken or single cause honestly you’ve been sending us mixed signals at the moment but if you are taken, can you help me flirt. i start college soon and i still don’t know how to talk and flirt with girls—okay i see what you’re trying to say here y/n what the hell.” he glares at you as he finally finishes reading and you stick your tongue out at him which he just smiles at.

"just a tip to everyone who's watching, never ask hamzah how to flirt cause this boy can't flirt to save his life!" you laugh as you said the joke, hamzah putting the phone down and covering your mouth to stop you from saying anything else.

the recording went on for a few more minutes, you ended the episode on a positive note since all you did was tease and make fun of each other.

"i don't think i'll ever be invited back here again after that, so bye you guys!" you blow a kiss to the camera before standing up and stopping the recording.

✶ taglist — @cdbabymp3 @noturbabe22 @dabuggh3 @kingvioleta @tumb1rgir1z LMK IF U WANNA BE ADDEDDD!!!

#hamzahthefantastic #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah x reader #hamzah fanfic #savi's works ✶

[sugar-omi]

If you are interested, can you plz share how you see the Our Life (1+2) characters as DnD classes and races included? 😆⚔️🍃🏹

Im craving Our Life with some medieval whimsical vibes, Baxter dancing with swords, Derek singing with bar goers while MC goes pickpocketing the villains, Cove as a MERMAN living his life like Ariel. So many wonderful thoughts wanted to share ✨️✨️✨️

okay this took so long bc i know nothing abt DnD so i did a bit of research!!! my friends have talked abt DnD and i never understood but knew it was smth cool n involved alot of creativity, but now i just think this is sm cooler <33 anyway im not creative at all rn so im referencing everything from this website im using👍

tags : Fluff, 'Dungeon and Dragons' headcanons + drabbles, cove is the only one w hc's for if you're dating (+ qiu kinda?) i couldn't think of dating hc's for everyone else in this world as well but you could imagine some of the hc's that way

synopsis : DnD races and classes of ol:nf & ol:ba characters.

qiu:

okay I couldn't decide but qiu is half-elven.

(his dad is so whipped for his elf wife<3<3<3)

i can't really think about what class he'd be in, but i think i could see him as a bard

he's the laziest bard though 💀 and thus is mostly a wanderer.

qiu will wait until they're on their last coin and then will go perform

would perform a very good show while MC pickpockets the assholes that were disturbing the bar just a moment ago

otherwise, he just performs for you and his friends.

they'll have/be at a party with all their friends, and will perform some type of magic trick to entertain everyone

qiu will sing you little songs, read you poetry he wrote while watching you sleep that morning<3

for any important dates like birthdays, or anniversary (if you're dating), etc., they'll do a cool magic trick and perform a elven dance that he learned from his mom

tama:

human! BUT. she's a druid

she loves the forest, the forest loves her

maybe a bit of sorcery as well? idk how this works lol

she has a little house in the woods omg

goes foraging and learns lots of sorcery stuff from ren

will show you how to cast cool spells

also you're the first person she comes to show you any new spells she learns!!

you two beat up any bandits/criminals you come across

renee (/darren):

human and like i mentioned in tama's, is a sorcerer

!!! wants to be like her mom in canon right?

i think she's a teacher n teaches young sorcerers/wizards

baxter:

isnt baxter special. just crossovering worlds 💀💀

anyway.. he's an elf! is also rogue...

bringing baxter's issues/trauma into this DnD au as well <3

you find it very weird that a elf is on his own, but ignore it ofc and befriend baxter anyway

after much warming of baxter's cold heart, i imagine he settles in some civilian town or nearby and opens a bar!!

and every night its full with laughter and good music, and occasionally he'll come out from behind the bar

(honestly, he's mostly just cleaning the glasses and looking pretty <3)

and he'll pull you or one of your friends into a dance

omg imagine its not just a bar, its also a bed & breakfast

of course he's decent enough at cooking, so every morning he lays out a nice breakfast for his customers

derek:

knew this was derek insantly!!! he's half-orc

orcs dont have horns, do they.... well they do now

(realizing he's more Oni than anything in my head...)

anyway i need you to imagine arataki itto and if u don't know who that is Please find the beefiest fanart of him n thats derek LOL

derek grinning with his fangs and he's like 7 feet tall and buff, covered in scars.... yessir <33

i imagine he's a wanderer, but before that he was a cleric.

derek always helps people, he's very reliable but i imagine he's tired and somehow ends up working for baxter!

he's chef during the day and security at night!!!

no fighting in baxter's bar/diner unless you want a ass-ful of derek's boot <3

i also imagine when he's not running the place with baxter, he's helping the towns folk

the kids love him

they make flower crowns and run to the bar/diner to give them to derek <3333

ofc there's that one shy kid who offers one to baxter! bc they think he's really cool!!!

cove:

like you said he's a merman!!!

mmm, but i also imagine he can shapeshift into a "human"

(this is some ariel shit isnt it LMAO)

(also im imagining mer!cliff x human!kyra. mmm, i wonder if she'd be a bard? or maybe a healer, cleric maybe? why do i wanna write a whole fic on this now....)

although i imagine he needs to stay hydrated to stay on land like that. so please remind him to drink water when you're out n about otherwise he'll turn back into a fish in the middle of the market LOL

(you've learned this the hard way

!!! imagine if there's some way for you to come into the sea as well, be it a air bubble or potion of some sort and you have lil underwater adventures/dates n cove shows you all kinds of cool things <3333

he brings you lots of pretty things

if you like jewelry, he has his dad help him string up some pearls into a necklace or bracelet. or even better an anklet

+ if you're dating/crushing on each other

he'll do his little mermaid mating and courting rituals

like bringing you food

(will show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night w a big fish he caught or some breakfast derek smuggled him (cove doesn't keep many coins since mer-currency is more like sand-dollars or smth like coins made out of ore only found in the sea. the ore is good for nothing else than to be coins LOL))

OH MY GOD HE CAN CHIRP N SHIT

will chirp n shrill and do other cute mer sounds that you don't really know what they mean sometimes

COVE: *watching you dreamily* MC: *flustered from the staring* what?... COVE: *flirtatious chirp*

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc #baxter ward x reader #our life baxter #baxter ward fluff #fluff #our life beginnings and always #olnf #our life now & forever #our life now and forever #tamarack baumann #tamarack baumann x reader #tamarack baumann x mc #qiu lin x reader #qiu lin x mc #qiu lin #derek suarez #derek suarez x reader #derek suarez x mc

[bythepen98]

My childhood ship❤

I love them so much and seeing snippets of their relationship in the new series is heartwarming.

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(Ignore the rest if u don't want an essay. Might regret this when i wake up tomorrow idk)

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They'll always have a special place in my heart. I do acknowledge the criticisms I see from other fans about the pairing (and of Sakura's character in general bc the writer apparently sucks at writing women?) but I also don't know if I have the right to say anything against it as someone who only watched the og years ago as a kid on TV and not shippuden. Didn't have Internet and I don't think the series popped up in cartoon network or animax so I eventually forgot about it. Now the length alone is too intimidating and I barely watch shows in general anymore, so most of my shippuden knowledge are actually from all the fics I've been reading. I just want to like the pairing as they are and my younger self would've been screaming/crying in happiness if she'd seen these shots.

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On a different note, I grew to love Naruto in general again after taking the plunge to read the fics (before that I've been binging hp fics). Maybe not enough to watch the show or read the manga, but enough to love the characters themselves and their relationship with each other. I want to draw more fanart of them but there's also that hesitance where I feel like a poser since I don't know the shippuden canon context like other fans. I feel that way with other shows that I've watched but never finished, and with genshin too(I tried playing once but it was too big for my phone and pc. Plus I'm just not that kind of gamer. Still want to draw some of the characters). I'm not sure if I'm making any sense but this thought has been bugging me for awhile and I just wanted to express it out loud. Maybe there are other content creators like me too who only watched a [small] part of a show or game but adored the characters enough to draw/write multiple pieces of it.

#3 am ramblings #sasusaku #naruto #naruto shippuden #myheadactuallyhurtsrnandineedsleep #butiHADtoexpressmyself #iswearthiswasntsupposedtobeanessay #justwantedtoscreamabtsasusaku #butthenmymindwandered #myworriespoppedout #andTHIShappened #sotheresthat #sakura haruno #sakurauchiha #? #sasuke uchiha

[forlix]

xian bbg! what are ur fav bts songs?? it just occurred to be that you stan them too and im curious 🫶🫶🫶

also my ult is also yoongi 🫂

STAR bby!!! i think i saw u mention namjoon and yoongi when u rb'd that textpost from me a few days ago and was like OH?? ur taste?? i wouldn't say i stan them actively anymore but i was a HUUUGE army from around save me/fire era to love yourself era and they'll have a special place in my heart always. so fucking proud of them and how far they've come oh my god

also THAT QUESTION IS TOO HARD .... wtf .... so this is gonna sound weird bear with me but i've genuinely listened to my favorite songs of theirs so many times that i don't process when i play them anymore 😭 ESPECIALLY the songs from the hyyh trilogy. those albums changed me as a person and i owe them everything

but if u were to hold a gun to my head and give u my fave bts songs as of late, the list would include save me, i need u, dimple, dream glow, and a supplementary story (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

WBUUU LET ME KNOW <3 and come talk to me about bts ANYTIME by the way i will never say no to discussing my forever loves

#this made me wanna go thru their whole discography again #sorry about the ESSAY btw u opened a can of worms omg #they r such a big part of me... my boys.... #also not sure if 'bts songs' includes their solo work but massive shoutout to agust d obviously #min yoongi really Did That #*inbox

[ghostycore]

hi hello!! i’m blue ( 21+, s/h ) & this is sunset's very own losergirl mu danyi! she's a recent addition to sunset, running the listening elle kiosk where she doles out questionable horoscope predictions & untrue fortunes. i’ve only got her profile up, but below the cut is a tldr on her & some plots ♡ pls like to plot or add me on dc ( pomelos. ) & i'll be there, u know it!

tldr

bgm to set the vibes while u read ♡ let's go!!

all u need to know about danyi is that she's a psychic who doesn't believe in any of it lol

her mum is an actual shaman ( like somebody / the glory, powers are as ‘real’ as u believe them to be ). she is not but the tiktok girlies are popping off so she’s making bank by using her family’s actual temple in her videos for that special touch of authenticity

she gives fake divinations & charges a whole lot. just reads the fortune slips & lets confirmation bias do the rest, sometimes good at reading people to help her out with this. her business started on tiktok but she had an in with sunset through the lamest nepo connections ever to set up a kiosk when she's really not qualified for it!

has been known to lie about what the bones say. #bonegate or something ready to go tbh

her tiktok user & kiosk are both @ listening elle, goes by elle online bc she's pretending she has overseas cred to appeal to the hoity toits but she's never stepped foot outside of korea. the kiosk in sunset runs on her time, danyi sets up whenever she finally wakes up & goes home when she wants to. boss can't catch her slacking if she's the boss!

personality wise she's a liar but a bad liar, lies as easily as she breathes, never keeps track of them so she alw gets caught. florida girl energy, occasionally w a streak of weakness ( feeling bad 4 ppl so she ends up being nicer to them than she planned. immediate regret bc she overcompensates ). loves fooling around & not being serious, would d word if she tried introspection. also loves herself too much, spills over to people she cares for too

in danyi fashion idk horoscopes but here's my attempt: she's a libra sun ( indecisive, flighty, full of shit but charming enough to hide it ) scorpio moon ( sneaky, ambitious ) aries rising ( paris hilton )

plots

outwardly the calm to her chaos, but secretly crazier than anyone expects. you think danyi could mastermind half the pranks she pulls? no she can’t!!

a jason & eleanor (tgp) type of friendship.. just two dumbasses with 12yo boy humor

cutie she hooks up with, except it's for ur working hot water & impossibly soft bed. also she might have sticky fingers so ur stuff keeps going missing </3

she scammed u / ur friend / ur mom :p with her fake fortunes i’m so sorry

or she threw out a rando prophecy at u & it turned out to be true & now ur in awe & believe in every word she says

accomplice in scamming who helps her set up extra spooky vibes around her kiosk

someone who's been skiving off by chilling at the always empty stall, it's a great place to hide from bosses B)

if u work at a food related establishment she has a suspiciously high rate of cockroach in food incidents pls don't investigate

someone's gotten into ur stash of weed / drinks / xpixel tokens, who could it be!?

she’s a luver of trash & charity she’ll sleep with anyone who looks sad & pathetic!

can’t keep a relationship to save her life so maybe she broke ur heart & has no remorse ( or maybe so much remorse she’s naruto running away if she sees u... you broke her heart )

u hire her as ur fake gf to scare ur parents for $$$ but hey, now they'll be happy to see ur future s/os that aren't danyi

#sunsetintro #❛ ✩ — ooc.

[talesofsonicasura]

By The Sea, There He'll Be: Prologue

Hello folks! This is my first attempt at a reader's insert fanfic. What is it? An X reader involving Hero Is Back Sun Wukong, mainly my Whale Shark Mermonkey version. This is a slow burn. Can be read as gender neutral or preferred gender.

'Royal Seaheart Town', a small town that can be found nestled between steep cliffs by the sea. A place where merfolk visit in secret from others. Everyone who lives here had watch over these fantastical beings after the town's founder was saved by a nameless Whale Shark Mer when lost at sea.

It's here that these aquatic beings can find refuge in times of need or for a break in between migration points. Whether if it's normal merfolk or the rare Leviathan class, Mers whose size surpass the others of their kind. All were treated with care and respect, just like people.

Back to the mysterious Whale Shark Mer, it became a local legend of sorts. From what the founder wrote in his records, this particular one was completely different from all the others. A aura came off of them similar to powerful royalty, a thick reddish brown coat of some kind strewn across their massive back and some peculiar staff in hand.

Hence where the town got its name from. No one really knows exactly who this mysterious Mer was or if they'll ever appear again. To one particular resident, it isn't on their mind. People call them 'Reader' as they always read something, whether to themselves or others.

All of their tales heir from the inspiration they get when sailing out on the vast sea. To them, something like the legendary whale shark is something you should stumble upon, not seek out. Otherwise these wonders will just evade the seeker.

It was one of those days where Reader set off in hopes to find something to craft their next story. An occurrence that happens frequently when any ideas are near the bottom of an empty barrel. So far...

"Aw man! Not a single interesting." You exclaimed in pure annoyance. Been hours since you set sail on your little house boat, and not a single thing has happened. No dolphins leaping through the water, curious sea life trying to examine your ship, and ridiculously no seagulls. Those birds are very common around the area especially this time of year being a migration season.

All there is the open sea and the cloud less sky. You set up some bait to attract any non hostile animal to see if anything would swim past the see-through screens in the bottom dock. There were three thick windows in total, one on the floor and one on both walls.

So far, not a single thing went for your special homemade bait. A mixture of chum, worms and kelp that you tested to see what sea life would love it. "Maybe I need to change the recipe. Looks I'll have to try again in a few days. A nasty storm will be rolling in soon."

Your ship wasn't something built for rough weather at sea but that isn't the big concern. Sea monsters like to show up during night or when the waters were raging. An easy meal that can go unnoticed from people above and below the ocean.

Getting started about the more dangerous man eating merfolk wouldn't help either. It would be best to head straight back to town. You ran back up deck and started the engine. Only a few hours before night, plenty of time to make it to town.

But you had a bad feeling that something was horribly wrong. One you hope would go away the closer you get to home. 'I don't like this. It's too quiet and calm.' The thought had you setting the ship a bit faster. Calm waves were a bad omen to any sailor after all.

An aura of dread filled the air as the ocean waves suddenly began to move in rough patterns. Your heart sank upon the sky behind you becoming dark under a sheet of unnatural storm clouds and brutal rainfall. This had been enough to set the boat to full speed.

"Fuck! Come on! Go faster!" Whatever was going on isn't a normal storm. Something is behind this and you really didn't want to meet it in person. A sentiment that grew upon seemed to be a large spiny fin moving under the stormy waters.

This is bad, really bad. Only one creature that lived near your town had this particular type of fin. A very nasty Eel Sea Monster known as 'Tyrant'. Well earned from how many ships and merfolk it viciously attacked. It even mauled a Leviathan class Great Shark mer to near death.

Tyrant will easily shred your boat like wet paper. Looking back, you won't be able to make it to town before the eerie storm looms over you. Without wasting anytime, you immediately ran to the little box under the control panels.

Fighting a Sea Monster is suicide, but blinding it should give enough time to escape. A thought that led to purchasing special flash depth charges. Each one capable of releasing strong enough light to temporarily blind any Leviathan class. It should work on Tyrant.

Pulling the first charge out, you quickly ran over to the side of the deck and tossed it in the water where you saw the monster's fin. Within seconds, it went off with a monstrous distorted screech following. Bull's-eye.

Quickly turning the ship away from Tyrant's path, you got ready to set off another charge. The storm now above the small boat, it was harsh but not that dangerous...yet. Bastard recovered quick from how it went to turn towards you.

Immediately tossed another charge and changed the ship's course. Tyrant isn't going to get a meal right now, not if you can do anything about it. Apparently the second charge really pissed off the eel Sea Monster.

Why? Cause it leapt out of the water and straight towards your ship. Razor sharp fangs on full display in the open wide mouth while six eyes bore into your soul with pure hatred. Immediately turned the boat away from inky black beast's jaw as crashed into the water.

The waves created brutally hit the boat, not only sending the blinding charges out of your hand but allow the Tyrant to slam the end of its tail into the hull. A direct hit towards the glass as water quickly begins to pour into the ship.

"Shit!" You were in a really bad situation. Even if you get to the lifeboat, it'll just make it an easier meal for the beast. Staying on the boat however would buy little time... unless you can reach the flare gun.

It wouldn't be effective like the charges but it can buy enough time to go for the life boat and try to reach the little outpost not to far away. There were special charms that would keep sea monsters such as the Tyrant away.

You quickly went to the safe box only to quickly jump away as a long tail slammed into the side of the deck. The blow practically breaking your ship in half but also chucking you into the railing. It hurt but it was at least something to hold onto.

Hurt like a bitch to stand up, even worse to find six enraged eyes staring back with hunger. You were most likely dead but you won't give this asshole fish any satisfaction by being scared. Tyrant is already pissed, might as well be insane and dig yourself deeper.

Grabbing a piece of shattered glass from the deck, you hurl it straight into the monster's bottom right eye. A direct hit from how it shrieked back in absolute pain as it's blood drip into the sea. Tyrant snapped to lunge straight at you. Ready to devour everything in it's line of sight until...

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT..." As a massive wall water shot from underneath the sea monster, the sudden large wave it made practically shoved you into the sea. Whatever Tyrant broke in your tiny body stun even more by the harsh shove of the raging sea. Any further thoughts stopped upon the wall wading away to an unbelievable sight.

The most infamous sea monster of your home town, a creature measured around 50 ft, was in the jaws of an extremely massive Mer. A Whale Shark from the spots you can glimpse through the harsh storm's rain. Not just that but a Leviathan far larger than any Whale Shark Merfolk of the same class, at least a 128 ft in size alone.

The sight didn't last long as the Mer devoured their catch and fell to the sea. Last thing you saw was a tsunami from the mere slap of the massive being's tail. After that, everything became still but you swear that you something soft touch your back.

How much time had been passed since the incident is unknown. The scratchy feeling of sand on skin alongside a light warmth from above. It was enough to stir your conscious to wake up and open your eyes...to a beach.

A long sandy beach that circled around what seem to be tropical jungle trees but not a single sign of civilization anywhere. Only washed up seaweed, crabs and the pieces of what used to be your boat.

You were alive but now stranded on some sort of island. Better than being dead at least.

I written this using Tumblr's drafts instead of the usual Google Docs, so I really don't know how this actually is. A personal experiment you can say.

For this one, I wanted to try a different setup than the stereotypical imprisoned mermaid/merman needing rescue or nobody knows merfolk exist schtick. Cliches are good but sometimes a fresh twist can go a long way.

I could've ended this part with a cliffhanger by reader blanking out in sea but that will be cruel. I'll be exploring more on how Mers work in any universe I use merfolk.

The next chapter will be an official meeting with Sun Wukong. Until next time folks, I'll see you later. Here's the page for my Whale Shark Mermonkey Sun Wukong.

#au #fanfic #self insert #sun wukong #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #monkey king hero is back #hero is back #hib sun wukong #hero is back sun wukong #sun wukong x y/n #sun wukong x reader #jttw imagines

[rainblescake]

I know nothing about your bugsnax guys but how aboutttt Floofty, they seem interesting

Thank you Guac I will say some nice words about the funny science muppet just for u 🙏

I remember way back when I first got into bugsnax (like early 2021 i think maybe idk) that Floofty was always a character that stuck out to me. They're very witty and snarky and their aesthetic is just *chefs kiss*. Floofty was also one of my first exposures to canon nonbinary rep in media so they'll always hold a special place in my gendersoup heart for that.

Overall they're a very solid character that feels very real to me and they make me happy, which is all you really need.

ik I didn't really have much to say about them so uhhhh I did doodle of them while trying to figure out what I was going to write so I'll just put that here.

Also I really like their voice they sound like true science.

#rainbsart #bugsnax floofty #floofty fizzlebean #bugsnax #ask game #friend tag

[madartisthashire]

VANILLA

You couldn't decided between the first two flavors resting in front of you; at first you were really wanting to get your hands on the chocolate, but upon inspecting the vanilla flavor you could see that the coloring looked like that of homemade ice cream, and not the usual cheap fake vanilla brands you constantly get back in the city. You reach out and slowly take the third mug on the right.

Ruben: "Vanilla huh?" *smiles at MC* "It's my second favorite flavor, chocolate will always have a special place in my heart." *takes the first mug, then looks at MC solemnly* "...I uh...couldn't help but see that u-um..you looked like you were really wanting the chocolate..." *rubs the mug up and down with his thumbs, frowning a little* "..If..If you want, I'll gladly let you have it instead. I'll take the vanilla, I don't mind, really.."

You look at the chocolate milkshake then back at the vanilla. You were fully aware of how much of a chocolate lover Ruben was, and even though you too also liked chocolate, you shook your head and told him that you wouldn't mind having the vanilla milkshake.

Ruben quietly stares at you for a moment before he glances at the spoon resting just inches away from him, and got an idea. His face lit up with glee.

Ruben: "I know! I can do this!"

You sat there and watched him scoop some of the chocolate milkshake out and put it on top of the whipped cream with a loud splat and squish. It was then a dollop of said whipped cream flies up and hits the middle of your left cheek.

Ruben: *eyes widen in shock* "A-Ah! Oh no, no, no, I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

You watch the man grab an extra napkin on the table, lean forward after sitting up and quickly try to remove the whipped cream from your cheek in a panic. Unfortunately, the table that Ruben's right hand was resting on starts wobbling to and fro, causing him to wipe only half of the whipped cream off as the rest starts to land smack on your right front shoulder.

By the time Roman manages to keep the table steady, the younger twin shrinks back to his seat, a frown smeared on his face.

Ruben: "Oh...Oh no..I...I did something bad!" *shivers, and begins to tear up* "I..I'm so sorry. ...I..I really didn't mean to...to make a mess. I was...I was just..."

He looked like a child that was trying his hardest to put on a brave face when he's about to get the worse scolding of his life. You could see the poor guy shaking profusely, sniffing up some snot as he began to whimper.

Roman just sat there and closed his eyes, sighing in disbelief.

Roman: "Ruben...there's no reason for you to behave in such a manner. ...Besides, it's just whipped cream. It's useless to cry over something so minor.."

Ruben: "B-But..But..But..! They'll hate me after what I did. I-I'm so sorry, Y/N..! I..I just met you and..and now I'll be hated..by my new friend..!!"

As Ruben continues to weep some more, you don't know how to respond to the situation. You look at Roman, hoping that he would try to calm him down. But he didn't. He remained as he was.

You had to figure out what to do and fast.

[Comfort Ruben] / [Do Nothing]

#Vanilla choice route #Madness Within

[budapestalloveragain]

helloooo my fav jongdae enthusiast @gentleyeol tagged me to do the 10 song music shuffle tag thing (is there a name? who knows) soooo here we are!

1. thunder // exo-k 2. so what // bts 3. 花요일 blooming day // exo-cbx 4. holiday // seventeen 5. ice baby // tiny-g 6. hi high // loona 7. all in // monsta x 8. where you at // nu’est w 9. hero // monsta x 10. her // block b 

thanks marlonnnnnn i love u so much & i cant wait to yell about ot9 with you in 5 days !! fuck !! 

tagging jori @yellowhalcyon ejay @thriftmom & jackie @ohdiogenes if you’re ~feeling it~ (no pressure if not) + whoever wants ofc !! 

#my tags #u know exactly what clip i'm thinking of #the thunder white noise artificial love playboy one hahahahaha goodbye #i'm so excited for exo's comeback honestly like #i know i don't hardcore stan them like i don't know that many bsides or anything but they are my first boy group #& they'll always have a special place in my heart u know #also their songs are fucking bomb lmao pls appreciate #so what makes me so happy ugh what a bop like i feel like i didnt appreciate it as much when the album came out ? #but after seeing it live and like seeing how much fun they have while performing it ugh i love it so much #it really is meant to be done live it's such a fucking party song it bops so hard #spotify's really trying to send me a message huh lmao #omg this makes me so nostalgic ice baby is one of the first kpop songs i listened to haha like from my old freshman year phase #i looked up kpop on youtube and just clicked on a playlist and i remember this one + obsession by boyfriend + a by got7 + short hair by aoa #sorry to be a fake fan but i haven't actually listened to hi high lmao wow i just added it bc i knew i would at some point xD #i like loona i just am overwhelmed by their concept all the time (but love4eva is like one of the best songs to exist i dont make the rules) #all in i'm gonna cRYYYYYY which reminds me i still haven't listened yet wow it's been a week i should probably do that soon #SIR YES SIR I LOVE CHANGKYUN SO MUCH WOWWWW HAHAHA CAN U BELIEVE #fuck me jonghyun's voice makes me wanna cry i love him so much thanks spotify for putting all my favs in here #no nct or got7 yet but there's still 2 songs left u know lmao #mONSTA (MONSTA) a whole ass bop i am so #also nothing gets me going more than changkyun yelling IM or I AM WHAT I AM i fucking lose it shoot out has me dead and gone g o o d b y e #oh fuck yeah a good one to end it on

[moonlitmeeks]

being a part of the dead poets + steven meeks's childhood friend !

type; headcanons

warnings; none

request; hiiii! i absolutely adore your blog, it's so comfort, thank you so much for everything 🤧🤍 i wanted to ask u to make headcanons with gn!reader, where they are one of the dead poets, and they are childhood friends w steven meeks:D maybe describe some fun habits, or situations with him :') take your time!!! <3 - anon

a/n; firstly, thank you so so much for your request and the kind words!! im so happy my blog is comforting to you omg, that's all i could ever ask for <3 secondly i love love love this idea and had sm fun writing it, so i hope u like them :D

being part of the dead poets ensures you have a great group of friends surrounding you 24/7

- honestly, it's impressive how close you all are

- though i suppose midnight meetings in a cold, damp cave will do that to people

- it's a unique experience, that's for sure

you love them all equally, but one person holds just a slightly more special place in your heart: steven meeks

- you'd never say this aloud

- the other poets would pout and complain for weeks on end

- but deep down, you knew that they knew

- see, it was through meeks that you were actually introduced to the poets

- one weekend, he'd casually mentioned to you about the dead poets society

-he'd never seen you become so excited

- "meeks you never told me you and your friends were cool?" "i thought it was a given?" "you go to a private boarding school meeks, excuse me for not thinking you were the epitome of fun."

- he offered for you to meet them, and you were instantly welcomed with open arms

you and meeks had been friends since you could remember

you'd met one day when your parents had introduced you, being new to the neighbourhood and all that

- and you'd just clicked

- it really didn't take long for you to become friends at all

because of the longevity of your friendship, you know each other like the back of your hands

- you exchange similar exasperated looks when someone said something ridiculous

- or roll your eyes at charlie and cameron's bickering simultaneously

- always backing each other up in silly arguments

- "i dunno, i'm with meeks on this one." "y/n, you're always with meeks." "well he's always right."

- secret phrases and inside jokes are a must!

- since the others aren't too well acquainted with latin, you'll sometimes communicate through random outbursts of latin he taught you, since no one else can really understand it that well

- you are the only person allowed to steal meeks's glasses

- not cause he favours you, but because he's been trying top get you to stop for the past ten years and hasn't proved successful once, so he gave up

often when you try to tell the other poets stories from your childhood, it doesn't go very well

- not because they aren't entertaining

- no, they're actually incredibly funny

- the problem is, you never actually end up telling them

- "wait meeks, do you remember when we-" "yes! and then your mom!" "oh my god my mom!"

- "..are we supposed to be able to follow this?"

of course, as a poet, you go along to all of neil's plays

- you and meeks save a playbill from each and every show of his, insisting they'll sell for millions when neil's famous

- you're the one person everyone wants to sit next to during the plays, because you understand what's going on and don't talk the whole time, like some people

- *cough* charlie *cough*

pitts also adores you

- you're close to meeks. he's close to meeks

- it only makes sense to become good friends

- a trio of dreams, really

- you are definitely there when their radio finally works, being spun around by the two of them and dancing stupidly to celebrate their success

- also the beanie meeks wears? you are an avid stealer of that.

i'm just gonna finish this with a few more random habits

- being each other's wing person when they have a crush

- knowing how to make each other's tea/coffee perfectly

- constant playful teasing. this boy is a sarcastic little shit, tell me i'm wrong, you literally can't

- comfortable silences are so common

- weekends hanging out are usually spent listening to music, watching old movies, or going for walks through pretty woods and fields

- or, just doing absolutely nothing at all but catching up with one another

- he's versatile, okay

as you can tell, didn't know how to end this... but i hope these were okay!! i honestly love writing platonic things, so this was so so cute, thank u anon <33

steven meeks taglist; @thesilverskull @mendesxruel @pretentious-strikes @aesthetixxluv @lilgayn00dle @tall-my-beloved @nightofthelivingpoet @cloudlessnightsleeplessfight @bazpitchs-violin @transias @wlfstxr @what-a-load-of-queers @cozyballofanxiety @lxncelot @renmeissance @kentroyco @cqrpedicm @heliqnthus @matte-moony @yer-erster @kirschtei4n @teen-years-suck

dead poets society masterlist !

send in a request!

#becca's writing <3 #dead poets society #dps #dead poets society headcanons #dead poets society x reader #dps x reader #dps headcanons #steven meeks #steven meeks x reader #steven meeks headcanons

[raraaaaa20]

Hey guys... I just wanted to share something....

• MY VM DISCOVERY •

Today one month ago (22.2.22) i discovered VM via this video on Instagram.....

[ A MASTERPIECE ]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CaQ_2VgpzpJ/?utm_medium=share_sheet

And my life changed forever....

I didn't know the people i was watching in that video. And yet i was completely blown away with that increadible moment....

HE HUGHED HER LIKE SHE WAS THE AIR HE BREATHED.....

if someone hugged me liked i would literally pass out ... I was so hooked ...i wanted to know about them....

So i read through the comments and directly went to youtube to watch the performance !!! And the FIRST ever VM performance I saw was of course.... Moulin rouge !

Interesting how m doing everything backwards

I never knew about ice skating since we don't have it in our country....so when I first saw MR i didn't think much about that performance.. yet i was fascinated by TESSA AND SCOTT

SO i kept going....one by one....each performance, each interview....i watched them for 20 hours straight that day !!!

And i haven't really done anything else since !!! Lol i have been in VM RABBIT HOLE FOR A WHOLE MONTH...(sounds pathetic I Know.. )

(It's also because I'm stuck on bed after an accident and i have nothing else to do ) ... :(

Slowly i started to understand ice dance and it's world ....and it didn't take me long to realise the brilliance of VM

And now i have watched that MR routine like a 1000 times ...not even kidding... there's a reason why they're the greatest ice dancers of all time

Because no one ...i repeat no one is at their level...there will be new champions, new records , new techniques...but there won't be another VIRTUEMIOR..... BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE ABILITY TO ENCHANT AND CAPTIVATE THE AUDIENCE...and it's because they do it for themselves...not for the audience...that's the most special thing about them....they do it for that CONNECTION, THAT FEELING...

I have never seen that kind of love , passion, dedication and selflessness before....their pure connection made me feel something...

Something I have only seen in movies ...and they're still better than that..

At first obviously like any other fan i wanted them to be together (still do) but I'm trying to make my peace with it

I know they'll always love each other... they'll always be a part of each other... THEY'LL ALWAYS BE SOULMATES

anyways idk where I'm going with this...ig I'm just overwhelmed rn

Because these guys changed my life.... My perspective..my expectations....(kinda ruined it too coz they have created impossible standards 😂)

Lately i feel like... if i even get to feel 1% of that connection with someone... it'll be more than enough..

Not everyone has a Tessa or a SCOTT...

they mean so much to me...as atheltes, as performers, as artists, and most importantly as HUMANS

They'll always have a place in my HEART ❤️

I'll always be obsessed with them

I'm so grateful I saw that video on insta and chose to dig deeper....

Huh...

Last but not the least...

this is a small painting i made...

HOPEFULLY I'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE SOME MORE

And if u read all that.... thankyou so much for reading all that gibberish 🤧❤️

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Bonus note on the back : 🤍

Always and forever

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WHO KNEW TWO STRANGERS IN A 10 SEC VIDEO WILL FOREVER ALTER MY LIFE.

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GUYS....I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR VM STORIES.. PLS REBLOG YOUR STORIES BELOW...❤️

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#one month of VM #very special day for me #my painting #a sweet note at the back #I'm so emotional to write tags rn #i probably forgot a lot of things i wanted to say #anyways #tessa and scott #virtuemior #virtue and moir #forever love

[its-more-than-just-a-fantasy]

One last thing and then I'll shut myself and never talk about this subject again

I've seen people comparing the replacement of the voice actors of Hazbin hotel with the replacement of Brock as Stolas, I'm afraid to say it's not the same thing:

First of all, I must be honest I've never get used to it in the first place, but that's just my problem (just like I've never really get used to Stella's new look, I mean she always looks great, but her first design is the one that really has a very special place in my heart like the former voice actor of Stolas) I mean Bryce is awesome, but I was used to Brock's voice, even if he said just few lines, same for Millie's previous voice actress (in that case they were forced to change her, because she was dubbing two characters and I totally agreed with their decision).

Second, Brock left quite immediately, compared to the voice actors of Hazbin Hotel, who have been very active in the fandom for years! Are u all forgetting, perhaps, all the time Hunicast had their streamings, when they were doing in character voice requests and such and more recently the live-streamings signing prints!! And those of you, who are saying that you were always expecting them to not be part of the show anymore, well I think you're all telling yourself lies, because I think that even for the actors, that news was a punch in the face

I mean if they really knew they wouldn't be recasted why did they do the live signing prints for??? (Damn it now I have some regrets, if only I knew back then that Gabriel wasn't in the cast anymore, I would have bought a signed print from him, instead of Ed Bosco)

I mean I know it's just a matter of getting used to it, but it's pretty hard to do so after all this time always hearing the characters with those voices, I think you can't just sweep all those years away that easily! I think it's kind of normal that most of the fans are upset, personally I'm not, I'm just sad because I will deeply miss all of them! Though I think none of this is fair, unfortunately I must accept it because this isn't anybody' show but Vivienne and these aren't our characters.. so let's move on and try to get used to the new voice actors and the changes that they'll eventually make for Hazbin !!

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss

[chvrliesapcet]

ever since olivia rodrigo released her debut album, SOUR, i have been listening to it on repeat (totally not kidding). so, after seeing a girl on tiktok do something like this, but with the avengers, i was inspired to make this post. there you go:

the poets as olivia rodrigo’s songs.

trigger warning: mention of su*c*de and mental health issues.

brutal: all of them. they’re teenagers, insecure sometimes, trying their best, but sadly not living the teenage dream (what is it, that fucking teenage dream, anyway?). “if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth, " i’m gonna cry” and they can’t quit what they’re doing, because their parents would most likely be hurt. “and they'd all be so disappointed 'cause who am if, if not exploited?” they once recited the lyrics of this song as a poem, during one of their meetings, and they were all laughing their asses off. life at hell-ton is brutal, what can i say?

traitor: knox, of course. “god i wish that you had thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you” or “guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor” just hit different for him. he thinks about chris when he listens to this song, that’s for sure..! we can’t really blame chris for knox falling in love with her though,, sorry buddy.

drivers license: knox, again. poor boy listens to this song while riding his bike, crying his eyes out. “but today i drove through the suburbs, crying 'cause you weren't around” chris isn’t with that blonde girl, she is that blonde girl. knox has never felt this way for no one, and it’s hard for him to imagine that chris is, well, doing okay without him. he thinks and talks about her all the time. “and all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you, but i kinda feel sorry for them 'cause they'll never know you the way that i do”

1 step forward, 3 steps back: todd. like many people (including me!) when he listens to this song, he doesn’t necessarily think of a past relationship (mostly because he has never dated anyone before neil). he thinks of his mental health struggles, such as his anxiety, instead. it’s hard, sometimes. he thinks he’s getting better, but then realizes he isn’t.. “got me fucked up in the head, boy. never doubted myself so much. like am i pretty, am i fun boy? i hate that i gave you power over that kinda stuff” need i say more? this song is as soft, but as sad, as he is.

deja vu: keating. this is.. kind of a joke, but only because i didn’t know who to pair this song with. john was an original member of the dead poets society, and knowing that now, other teenage boys are taking turns reading poetry, in the old indian cave, reminds him of his teenage years. “so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused. that was our place, i found it first” olivia’s music isn’t the type of music he normally listens to, but after hearing students (the poets) talk about her album, during his class, he decided he’d give it a try. he likes it. he loves the lyrics, mostly.

good 4 u: CHARLIE. he loves screaming the lyrics to this song. especially the bridge and the last chorus. “LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” cameron has to beg him to turn the volume down,, he doesn’t listen to him, obviously, and instead turns the volume up. his argument? ‘this song is meant to be played loud!’ to which cameron responds ‘but not that loud! i’m trying to study!’ he thinks looking at his roommate directly in the eye when singing “baby, what the fuck is up with that?” exactly the way olivia does is funny. cameron just rolls his eyes every time, but it’s hard for him to hide the smile taking place on his lips.

enough for you: pitts. although he and stev/phen are both super, super smart, i think meeks is the ‘genius’ of the group. and that, can, sometimes, make pitts feel like he might not be good enough for his boyfriend, whom he loves very much. “and i knew how you took your coffee, and your favorite songs by heart. i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that i was smart” whenever he doubts himself, meeks is the first to reassure him and tell him he’s more than enough, but still.. “'cause all i ever wanted was to be enough for you” he listens to this song with his earphones, always, so no one knows he listens to it on repeat.

happier: meeks. ever since charlie got expelled, he can’t stop listening to this song. these two were pretty close, (“he flatters me, that’s why i help him with latin”) and stev/phen doesn’t like thinking about his friend being in a new school, and spending time with other people. “so find someone great but don't find no one better. i hope you're happy, but don't be happier” he wishes charlie would still be with them, at welton, even if he hated it. “your friends aren't mine, you know, i know. you’ve moved on, found someone new” or “does she mean you forgot about me?” he’s being a bit overdramatic, considering charlie comes to see the poets at least once a week, and still attends the dps meetings.. but anyway.

jealousy, jealousy: cameron, because, yes, he’s smart and everything, but he’s still jealous of other people, and wishes he were different. he thinks he should be like the other guys. “all i see, is what i should be, happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy” he also thinks that, maybe then, people would like him more </3. he knows no one really hates him, but feels like no one really likes him, either. and in his opinion, it’s because he’s.. him. “I'm so sick of myself, i’d rather be, rather be, anyone, anyone else” just like mr. k, this type of music isn’t what he usually listens to, but he relates to this song so much, he can’t help but listen to it at least once a day.

favorite crime: neil. just like todd, he doesn’t associate this song with a relationship he had in the past. actually, he thinks of his father (and his mom, a bit, too) and all of the things his dad forces him to do, even if it upsets him. “those things i did, just so i could call you mine. the things you did, well, i hope i was your favorite crime” i know we don’t usually talk about the canon ending, but i have to. mr. perry didn’t want his son to pursue his dreams, and planned neil’s life for him, which made him feel so miserable, he sadly committed su*c*de.. but then, his dad wasn’t blamed for it, to preserve his reputation. “and i watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyed as you buried me, one heart broke, four hands bloody” todd knows this was neil’s favorite song. he listens to it once in a while, in their room, alone, and cries.

hope ur ok: all of them. do they know how proud i am they were created? after all they’ve been through, especially their family problems, i’m glad they found each other. “she was tired 'cause she was brought into a world where family was merely blood” and even when life throws bad things at them, they always stay strong, and support each other through everything. they’re very brave. “well, i hope you know how proud i am you were created, with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred” i love them, my beautiful poets <33

#dead poets society #dps #dps fandom #dps headcanons #neil perry #charlie dalton #todd anderson #anderperry #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #richard cameron #steven meeks #stephen meeks #john keating #mr keating #olivia rodrigo #sour olivia rodrigo #good 4 u #drivers license #deja vu

[lucky4in]

Magic Interferes in New Orleans

Prompts from Piccadilly's book #3

Words used: ☆matriarch ☆throat ☆impossible ☆vinegar ☆apology ☆slice ☆microwave ☆raspberry ☆choose ☆snore

God! I can't take it. The dread is killing me. I'm losing all the blood in my fingers with how tight I'm squeezing the steering wheel. The honking around me is not helping. I can feel everyone's fear collectively as we sit in agitated traffic. Stress. Fault. Jitteriness. Indifference. Panic, panic, panic.

God, I hate being an empath. I can't even hear my own thoughts. I need to breath! Yeah. Take deep breaths. I'm not far from the U-turn lane. So what if traffic is moving 1 millimeter a minute? The storm can't be faster.

Hooooonk!

Beepbeep!

I have to get out of this situation before I have a sensory overload.

From my front and my rear, I'm surrounded by vehicles. I can't move back, I'll hit someone. I can't move up, because they'll think there's space to move and I'll be more stuck than before. Looking to my right I realize the road across the gate is fairly empty. That last car I saw go that way was 40 something minutes ago.

I gulp loosening my grip from the wheel but still holding it firmly in my palms. Taking a breath I turn the wheel and step on the gas. My car races through the grass and crashes though the metal gates. With a screech, my tires are finally rolling and I'm off. Towards the dark clouds like a fool running blindly into a lions den.

When I finally catch sight of the curling palm trees and the flying debris, my weariness is replaced by anger. We had a plan. A simple schedule. Prepare emergency food, water, and medicine, flashlights and documents, locate nearest shelters, fill up gas tank, clear the yard, and turn off the power. When the evacuation order is set, I would be too far away at the time, so my husband would get the kids from home and we...would...evecuate.

Evacuate.

We would meet at the nearest shelter with our separate cars...

Unfortunately, my...sweet...dearest mother decided to take it upon herself to pick up the kids herself...and NOT evacuate. Instead, she wanted her grand babies to feel safe during the storm and cook them a nice meal...at her house.

I almost had a heart attack when my husband said they weren't there. Instead, a note was attached to the fridge reassuring us that my elementary school kids, including a baby, did not infact disappear off the face of the earth. She wants them to feel less threatened and stressed over this "flood nonsense". Make it seem like a regular thunder storm.

Except it's not a thunder storm! It's a hurricane!

I told my husband not to worry about it, I will get the kids and be ok. The hurricane is suppose to be a bad one, the weather man said. Anything left undemolished by the storm by the end of this would be a miracle. Hopefully it won't be my sanity. I swear, she's impossible.

By the time I get to her house, the streets are flowing with water and clawing up her driveway like waves at a beach. I step out and my shoe kerplunks into the water. I groan, feeling my ears eject hot steam. I stomp onto her porch with a squish, squish, squish and jam the key into the lock.

I kick the door open and slam it shut, my anger seeming to accelerate as soon I step inside. I cringe a bit, noticing my youngest asleep on the couch.

"DON'T SLAM MY DO-" my mother sticks her head out through the kitchen doorway and spots me.

"-Oh, hi baby!"

I stretch a tight smile, coaxing my child back to sleep. "Hello, mother."

"You came just in time. I just need to get a few things done before we eat."

And there she is. Like always. Not worrying about a thing while marinating apple cider vinegar on peices of pork. Probably to slice into the-

Sniff, sniff.

-gumbo. Her calm persona was infuriating. Almost insulting.

"Too bad my son in law couldn't be here. He'd love to stuff his face with the beignets" she continues.

"He's at the shelter. Kinda like we're suppose to be" I say, honey tounged and all "which begs the question..." I lean in, my palms face down on the table. "Why aren't we there right now?" I sneer, bringing my voice down.

"Because there's no need to. You know that" she says simply.

"Maybe in your case, but not mine. You just felt entitled to do things your way. Like you always do. I had everything under control and-and you had me worried."

"You know nothing was going to happen to these kids. I knew nothing was really wrong."

"If you really felt so aloof about this, you should have stayed yourself. You can't just up and take my kids like that. We've talked about this."

She finally looks at me, turning away from her task. "I should be free to see my own grand kids whenever I want to."

"I would have probably excepted that, if we weren't in the middle of a god damn hurricane-"

"Momma! Momma look!"

I was interrupted by my two children excitedly telling me that a pie was on the way. All while showing me their hands, proof of a raspberry massacre. Animated. Passion. Triumph. Pleasant. I ruffle their heads with a quick "good job" and they ran off together. Their happiness almost cures my frustration. It does calm me down a bit though.

"Is is so much to want to keep your family safe" my mother asks.

Aaaaaaand its back.

"Is it so much to just listen to me? To just let me do things my way? I am in no less danger than you are just because I dont have the same... tools that you do."

"It looks like it puts you in a lot of danger if you have to evacuate the city. You could simply come here so momma can protect you."

"That makes me look like a normal person, mom. The streets are already flooding and a ton of people just saw me go the opposite direction. I look stupid and suspicious." I'm taken back to my teen years. Having a similar conversation with my mother. "Not everything can be solved with your protection. I can make my own decisions. But instead you undermine me and tamper with everything around you. Just because I dont have it, doesn't mean I cant keep my family safe or simply be a mother. How about, for once, you let mother nature do her job."

"Your father made this house with his bare hands, rehydrating himself with his sweat. No one is touching this house. Not even Cosmo's or Gaia or whatever." She huffs and turn away. A puff of steam emerges over her head, indicating she opened the pot of Gumbo.

"Well, when your the Matriarch, you can start making the rules around here."

Realizing an apology isn't coming, I groan restricting myself from wrapping my hands around her throat. Its silence between us, as there is after every altercation. Especially when the house is mentioned, cause it's always Papa's house. He passed away before I could even learn to speak his name. Mama always told us about Papa. How she met him, how he put her on her feet and built a house for her (it was told he even built the bricks holding this house up), how his devotion to his family and the love of his life lasted until death did them part.

"What makes you think I'm going to be the next Matriarch?" I ask, slipping in the kitchen chair.

"You will. It's a family tradition that you need to uphold. And you are the only girl conceived by me." She answers, this sounds almost rehearsed.

"Why don't the others take your place?" I ask, for the millionth time.

"It's only rare that a boy has ever been in place of a woman. And once a girl was brought in, he was removed immediately."

"If it's that simple then crown them and get it over with."

"Oh, do you think it's that easy"? She quizzes, slowly turning to me.

"Knowing you, probably not."

"Hyde is much more coordinated than that. If they really didn't think you were worthy, we would have known, but I always knew you were special."

Here she goes again. Hyde,, is supposedly the person that gifts the family with magic, life, and girls. It's the spirirt who thrones and dethrones us. No matter who we are. According to mom, the next Matriarch could be good or bad, Hyde has a plan for them in the end.

Along with Papa's stories, Hyde was always directed towards me because I was the only girl, excluding my half sister. Truthfully there was no way to know if Hyde was actually real. I'm not even sure if my parents have seen it. Mom would tell me tales at night of different women throughout our generation, chosen by Hyde and how I would be like them someday.

Perfect.

"Hyde doesn't give you this gift for no reason" mom reassures "they always have a plan. You can't see everything in a negative light. What if Hyde chooses Clio and you-"

I stop her at the mention of my youngest name.

"I'm not putting that responsibility on my kid" I say sternly, though It probably won't matter what I tell her "Especially if, no offense, she ends up like you. Completely dependent on Hyde's gift. IT didn't give me any when I was born, like the rest of you, and I'd like it to stay that way."

Silence once more.

"Perhaps you're afraid-"

"I'm not afraid-"

"-its okay."

"-Of this imaginary ghost."

"Sure, keep believing that. But when it happens~" she sings.

"When it happens to me, pigs will fly" I sneer, memories of that same sing song tone prodding at me.

She says nothing.

"Just let it go mom, it's just not meant to be. I'm not a child that you can hide under your wings when hail comes. However your gifts came to be, Hyde, the house, whatever, it must've skipped a generation."

She continues to stir. She sputters "but-but the family-"

"-The family doesn't know what's best for me and neither do you. I know I'm the only daughter to the Matriarch. I know I wasn't born with any gifts like my siblings. I know refusing my path makes me an ungrateful child and Hyde will handle me" I say reciting what I also heard throughout my life "But that's not my life. And I'm not defenseless."

She freezes. More silence.

"And, I mean, it's not like having voodoo is easy. It consumes you and it messes a lot of things up. This worlds order and the next."

"That's what the council is for" my mom mutters finally.

"Oh, right. The council. The same family who's just as dependent as you. Do you even remeber a time where you haven't used your gift and actually did things yourself?"

...

...

"Don't you ever think of letting go of this life? Doing things for yourself and not the family? Hyde? Papa's house? I notice how this changes you as you age. If this is the answer to our problems I wouldn't mind the sea taking this house away for a while-"

"Mama! Mama!"

"Wow, look."

I follow my kids voices and they seek for me, a glimmer of wonder and awe in there wide pupils. My 2 boys are pointing to the window in the living room. My sleeping child is now up, standing on her toes to see what her brothers are looking at.

As I begin to walk In the living room, they're rushing back to the kitchen. I take a peek and see a part of the lawn, including my rental car but the road and the neighborhood is gone. A large amount of visible debris is covering up the world around-

No.

No.

That's not debris. That's not wind.

I follow my kids. They've opened the screen door and ventured into the back yard. I race after them and stop in my tracks. The water barrier has followed us to the backyard. My kids are screaming and dancing in the sprinklers as the hurricane is trapping us in its second eye. The oceanic barrier is circling around is, refusing to touch the property. With my kids instructions I look up, the sky is dark above us like it's the dead of night, yet inside the barrier, its murky like a cloudy day.

I can't concentrate. Excitment. Curiosity. Shock. Chills.

I sigh as my daughter wobbles to me and I scoop her in my arms. I can see it now, worst hurricane in 6 years and the Crobitt house still stands. This is similar but not related to the instance when a pair of swings at the run down school across the house seemingly froze in the air a few years ago... CIA is currently investigating...

I gather my children inside, they were starting to go towards the rushing ocean and who knows what'll happen. I shut the door with a defeated sigh and sulk at the table. The beneits sit gracefully with their powder sugar and I worship it by stuffing it in my mouth.

"I told you..."

I look up. My mothers eyes are glowing that familiar bright green and she has that devious smirk on her face. She always gave me that look as a child as if she's trying to tell me something. That, or it's to prove something, which I still dont know. I dont think I ever will.

"...you're father built this house. No one is taking it from me..."

...

...

"Now, elbows off the table."

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silently • graham coxon/reader

this is a direct result of this prompt right here

don’t b sorry love, we’re all horny here. this prompt immediately took me out of my writer’s block so yeah gsdjsdhgsdj it was a blessing! tysm for sending it n i rly rly hope u enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it aaaaa i literally couldn’t stop. this one has a special place in my heart now.

also please tell me whatchu think abt this one on my askbox! unbeta’ed bc i love danger

word count: 2.809

warnings: smut. shameless, fast paced fluffy smut.

You couldn't understand why the hell he was so nervous. On the way to your parents' home he asked more questions than a 4-year-old on their way to a park - what are they like, what do they like to do, do they know Blur? Do you think they will find my shoe ridiculous? I'm sure they'll think I’m a weirdo. What did you tell them about me? Even the many kisses you gave him were not enough to calm him down, leaving you to assure him that even if your parents didn't like him - which would be impossible, Graham was never better and more pleasant to live with - you would continue to like him. Very much.

Couldn't live without him, actually.

When you arrive at the door, your mother greets you with a wide, surprised smile - it didn't even seem like she had been begging to meet Graham for months and meticulously planned every minute of the time you would spend together. Her friendly posture seemed to make him more comfortable, the fact that your father was traveling also ended up making him more relaxed. “Dads are always frightening,” he’d say. He agreed to spend the rest of the night there after having an extremely pleasant dinner.

While he does the dishes, you and your mother clean the table when you decide to stop by the kitchen to talk to your boyfriend.

"It wasn't that difficult, was it?" You ask, a daring tone in your voice.

He smiles sheepishly. "Everything went significantly better than I thought it would, honestly."

“You did well. Not that she is hard to please, but you are really sweet.” You kiss him on the cheek. (It's so cute how he still blushes at these things after months of dating.)

"Thank you, love."

"I mean it. I think you deserve a gift for being like this.”

He looks at you, starting to pay even greater attention to the direction of the conversation. “And what do you have in mind?”

You whisper in his ear in the most seemingly innocuous tone you can feign. “I, for one, think you should fuck me senseless in the room upstairs.” He smiles, gaze a little lost in his surroundings as it usually goes whenever he’s pleasantly disconcerted by your dirty talk. Your hands travel his body subtly under his shirt. He hisses: “Can’t wait.” His voice is weak. You love to tease him like that.

You give him a little peck where his mouth and cheek meet – and then you motion to leave after a wink. “See you in a few minutes.”

“Babies, sorry to interrupt,” your mom arrives at the door, instantly killing off the whole mood you’ve created. “I forgot to tell you, but some other people from our family will be here in a few minutes. We’re not done yet!”

Graham’s really confused. You shrug and give him some context – “My family just loves gatherings in general. And they’re excited that I have a boyfriend now, apparently.” To which your mom points: “Exactly! They want to meet you too, Coxon!”

You can feel the anxiety building in him again already. He’s so uncomfortable it hurts, and you know his head is spinning. He doesn’t want to let you down, and after your mom leaves, you go back to calming him down again. “Baby, it’s okay, I promise. If you­’re too overwhelmed we--”

“No, no. I signed up for this. I’ll be okay. I’ll have a drink or two…”

You completely discard this possibility. No associating alcohol to social abilities anymore after everything he went through because of it. “No. We’ll find other ways to calm you down.” After some seconds of a silent yet intense brainstorm, you have an idea. But you won’t tell him. “Ok, I know what to do to take your mind off the pressure. Just wait and see, and no beers, alright?”

“Alright… I guess.”

After giving him yet another peck while he finishes cleaning the plates, you quickly run upstairs to change from the tight jeans and band shirt you’re wearing to a very light and flimsy sundress. And that’s all the clothing you choose. It fits you well, and leaves not much to the imagination. You know it’s a family gathering, but it’s also summer, so no severe dress codes were being enforced in any significant way.

He reads your mind the moment he sees you in the dress, shaking his head in pleased disbelief at the sight. He mouths a small “you didn’t” while a stupidly joyful smile slowly shines over the tight expression of worry he once had. To which you mouth back: “I did.” You then go back to playfully teasing each other a bit while you take care of the sudden assembly’s preparations.

Your family members arrive and, as expected, they’re really thrilled to meet your guy. Graham answers so many questions, and ends up sharing so much of how he feels about you with them, and bit by bit, the warmth and wholesome aura of your closest relatives makes him feel truly welcomed. He feels like he knows you even better now, now that he knows where your energy and vitality come from. He could see bits of your personality in every single one of them – of course you are still the splendid whole, but still. It made sense.

Also, you noticed he didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time. He was hungry and you’re glad your plan worked. It was easier to forget about how hard sociability is when his mind was somewhere else.

After a while, though, you could sense him getting fidgetier. Even though he was considerably and visibly more relaxed than he was a few hours ago, that amount of social interaction, specially while sober, still drained a lot of his energy. You take his hands, announcing you two were getting something else to eat. You go to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the lights, and though the house is empty you two could still hear the enthusiastic discussion your family is having outside, slightly drowned by the distance and the walls separating you now.

“You did so great, baby.” You smile, giving him a victory kiss while he envelops you in a tight hug. He’s proud of himself too, and he deserves to feel like that. “They love you already.”

“They’re just like you, in a way. I’m glad everything went well,” he sounds relieved, still tired, but relieved. “I couldn’t stop thinking about that proposal you made me earlier, though.”

“I know,” You plant a chaste kiss on his jaw. “I felt your eyes on me.”

This second kiss he gives you feels different. It’s longer. Famished. Purposeful. His hands are friskier now, traveling hastily throughout your body, and you alternate between giving in and becoming progressively more alert of your surroundings. You can have an idea of where this is heading. The swirling of his tongue around yours makes you dizzy, and the feeling somewhat akin to an electric shock – but milder, and definitely more carnal – that flows through your body when he bites your lower lip and brings your hips closer to his brings you back to reality. “We have to be careful,” you whisper, each of your lips just barely touching while you breathe each other’s air.

“I promise I’ll be. You look delicious in this dress, I… don’t know where to start.” He cups your cheeks while drawing imaginary lines across your lips with the tip of his thumbs.

“Think fast. Never took you for a quickie guy.” You chuckle.

“I like to take my time, yes, but some things can’t wait.”

And with that, with the dexterity and carefulness of a cat, he sinks to his knees in front of you, lifting up your dress with one hand and one of your legs with the other, your leg now resting on one of his large shoulders. He takes hold of your hips, angling you toward him. You hiss in anticipation, and you can feel your core burning in expectation too. Your hands now firmly grab the counter behind you for support while you turn behind you with attentive eyes to see if no one’s coming. You’re safe, for now. The thrill of getting caught is one that will never get old.

His eyes seek yours for reassurance. You, without a word, give it to him. You both look lovely bathed in moonlight. He teases you first, kissing and sucking at the skin on your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your center until after a couple minutes of that sweet agony his lips graze across that aching part of you.

He flicks his tongue delicately through your folds, playing with your wetness. The way his hands caress your lifted thigh so delicately while his tongue inscribes poems to your clit is something that makes your stomach flutter, you simply can’t ignore those tiny adorable actions that make loving him so addictive and rewarding. Keeping yourself silent and struggling to remain somewhat composed to anyone who might see you from outside is a painfully arousing contradiction to the sensations you’re feeling. He’s doing his best to fuck you up, gradually setting a rhythmic pace to his movements with the intent to release the spring now starting to coil tightly low in your abdomen.

“Jesus, Gra—f-fuck. Fuck.” You whisper, breathlessly, while simultaneously suppressing a moan when he delves his tongue even deeper in your core, your fingers instinctively curling and closing a fist on his hair, making him groan. You buck your hips against his lips and you can feel sweat beading on the backs of your knees, heart threatening to jump out of your mouth by how fast it’s racing.

You suddenly freeze when you hear a voice from outside approaching the kitchen and you lightly tap his shoulder. Graham stops on command, but he won’t get up until he’s absolutely certain he should. He sprinkles your thigh with small kisses again, eyes droopy with the high from giving you the pleasure he knows he’s giving you while he admires you. The person heading for the kitchen takes a turn to the opposite side and you sigh in relief. “False alarm. Go on, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You notice he’s panting, and you can only guess how hard he is, judging by the tone of his voice. The time you spent frozen wasn’t enough to completely burn out the fire he’d already created within you, but he’s determined to give you an orgasm before anyone can interrupt you again – now he had two fingers moving, stroking, curling inside of you in delightful ways while his tongue began to work your clit in tight little circles. You could feel him moaning against your sex, he really liked this. And fuck, he was good at it. He slips one more finger into you, his ring finger, making your pleasure soon explode into a trembling climax. You couldn’t stop the little sound you made and he kisses your thigh in reply while still lazily fucking you with his fingers. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

One of your hands move to your mouth in order to cover the sound you really want to make. Graham, once again, looks really proud of himself.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and cleans them with his tongue before he lifts up again as inconspicuously as possible. You try to look like nothing happened, and you’re both glad that, apparently, no one’s giving a single fuck to whatever’s going on where you are. Given the realization, you look at each other and giggle. He then pulls you in a hug, voice husky when he teases, and confesses, “You can’t imagine how bad I want to fuck you right here. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“We’ll have to take this to the bedroom, love.” You reply, still recovering from your orgasm. You can’t risk more than you’ve already risked. He looks slightly…

Disappointed.

You smile. “You thrill-seeking bastard. You enjoyed this way too much, didn’t you?”

“Didn’t you?” He questions back, tickling your sides, a wide, satisfied smile on his face. God, you loved him so much. He pulls you back to him again, and you turn to the other side so he can grind against you from behind. He’s rock hard. “We have some thick curtains here, after all.” You say, mischievously, before you close the curtains as carefully as possible. He lifts up your dress once again, this time high enough so he can fill his hands with your breasts, and he, agonizingly slowly, teases your nipples with his fingertips while he keeps grinding against you. This, alone, gets you motivated enough for another round. “God, Coxon, you’re going to be the death of me.” Your voice’s painfully needy, just like every other part of you.

You spread your legs a little wider to give him better access to you. Feeling cool air against your bare ass, you bite your lip and screw your eyes shut when his hand squeezes your butt. “Dripping wet for me. You’re glistening.” He quietly notes, giving your butt a little kiss - you then look over your shoulder to watch him get his jeans open. His hard cock bounces against your ass as he pushes his boxers down. You wiggle to get him inside you while he tortuously slowly runs the tip of his cock between the slick folds of your pussy. When it bumps against your sensitive clit, you can’t stop the mewl of his name.

After a few more hard breaths, he was inside you. You’re hungry for him too, and the sound of your body clashing against his is something unbelievable. You begin in a faster pace than the one you’re used to – and that’s not a problem. At all. Speed is of essence, but you’re also starving for each other. It feels like no contact is ever 100% enough.

Your hands keep firmly gripping the balcony and when he lowers his chest against your back you can’t hold back the involuntary gasp that leaves your throat and echoes through the empty house. One of his large hands holds your hips in place while he fucks you mercilessly, the other one covers your mouth hastily – his shaky voice betrays how badly this is affecting him too. “Shhh, love. You don't want anyone seeing you in that state. So fucking tight around me.”

He was sinking more deeply into you with each thrust now, and trying to keep your eyes open while his now awaken dominant side is doing that to you, exactly the way you want him to, is torture. You feel like you’re going to pass out from the all the sensorial and contextual stimulation. “You want me to come inside you, baby?” To which you keenly reply with a nod, not bothering to uncover your mouth. This was perfect.

He edged his hips back so he reaches your most sensitive spot and his grip on your mouth constricts when he notices how loud you want to be. “Feels like a dream inside you but keep. Quiet.” His voice lowers to a breathy whisper against your throat and the hands that were holding your hips in place now snaked to the front of your body to help you get off. And like that, you do, coming a second time, this orgasm even more intense than the last. The way your walls twitch around his dick is enough to push him over the edge too, and you feel him spilling inside you. You milk him of every drop, and after you both ride off your high, you feel a tender kiss that lasts for a while in your scalp, a silent “thank you” while he slips out of you.

You put your dress back on place, trying to compose yourself before you can look another human in the eye again. You have a positively overwhelmed, just-woke-up-from-an-incredible-dream look on your face. “You better not get me addicted to this kind of risky shit.”

He laughs while he also does his best to look like not one hair or piece of clothing ever went out of place. “Sorry, Y/N, I think I already did.”

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Also OMG you posted Escape The Fate.

Have you seen the Ungrateful music video?

Of you have, I'd love to know if its okay to watch bc I get scared easily and it might give me nightmares but also im curious and I love that song

Omg yeah! I love etf! I don't listen to them quite as much as I used to but they'll always have a special place in my heart

And honestly the ungrateful video is absolutely heartbreaking and it almost brings me to tears every time I watch it but it's beautiful and well done and incredibly moving

However it's pretty graphic and if your sensitive to blood, violence, bullying, abuse, and death I wouldn't recommend watching it. If u want I can send u kinda like the story of it so u can know what it's about and not have to watch it

#thanks for the ask! #allweknowisnow #💜 #etf