#I LOVE THESE SNOBBY LOVE BIRDS!!!!

[paperbagsandwich]

Markus, Oako, my beloved!!! 😭🥺😭🥺

#male weight gain #bhm #weight gain #ssbhm #fat #big handsome man #my art #chubby #male wg #wg #fat art #fat monster #Markus #Oako #My Characters #I was originally just gonna draw him napping alone but something told to add in Oako too… 🥺🥺 #AAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHNNNNNGGGNNNNN #I LOVE THESE SNOBBY LOVE BIRDS!!!! #I need to bite something— COME HERE!!! #*SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY* #size difference #giant tiny #g/t art #g/t #giant/tiny

[leiswxrld]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairings: felix catton x fem reader

synopsis: you hate felix catton because of how snobby rich and stuck up he is and when your best friend Farleigh tells you to come to saltburn with him, you have no choice but to say yes.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, public sex, smoking, degradation + praise (slut,whore, pretty girl, beautiful), riding, pussy eating (r receiving), unprotected sex, period sex, enemies to lovers kinder (one sided).

a/n: guys I feel like I rushed this but I was trying to get this done and out by tuesday latest, felix is the definition of girl dinner.

credits: @cafekitsune @roseschoices line dividers ❥

It’s late, way past midnight sat in the garden hearing the crickets and sounds of birds chirping as you light a cigarette, taking a long drag before pausing and exhaling into the bristly midnight air, sat in pyjama bottoms and a tank top you feel the inclement cold slivering up your fingertips, giving you a case of raymond syndrome.

It’s quiet but peaceful laying against the green grass, taking in another drag from the narrow cylinder in between your lips, tasting the thick smog. You hear the sounds of heavy footsteps behind you, briefly turning over to see him before rolling your eyes and turning back to face the beautiful scenery in front.

Felix Catton. The owner of this beautiful home but it was safe to say you didn’t feel the same way about him, you felt absolute hatred towards him, you didn’t want to be here living it up with all the prissy rich people who loved to flash their money and talk about shit about people they wanted to but your best friend Farleigh begged you to come in his words it would be a ‘hell of a fucking experience’.

Was he irritable- yes but one thing you weren’t going to deny was that he was attractive who in their right mind would disagree, his dark brunette hair complimented his memorising earthy brown eyes, his height would make any person crease and that fucking cheshire smile got you every time.

You feel his presence lingering behind you, almost scared to even approach as you sat in silence for a few seconds, you gently tap the ashes from your cigarette into the grass and you dump the remains into the pond. “What do you want”

You voice is low but threatening, not moving from the current position your in. The sounds of his voice being caught in his throat is evident as he try’s to clear it with a soft cough, “Farley wanted to know where you were”

You scoff, turning around to meet his puppy doe eyes that seem to avoid your intimidating gaze. “So why did Farley send you out to find me”

“Well- I think we need to talk” he replies, voice cracking but confident.

“About ?” your head tilts to the side, eyebrow raised you just wanting the conversation to end so that you could go back to the peaceful silence.

“Do you hate me” the question catches you off guard, surprising you how forward Felix was about your loathing against him.

You sigh, cracking your neck and turning away from him watching the ripples from the pond spread out across the mass of the pond water. “What’s not to like about you….your an asshole, an ignorant rich boy who likes to laugh at those who are less fortunate than you and in general a massive slut”

It was true, Felix was known for being the university’s massive manwhore sleeping around with any girl that would throw themselves his direction, it not only disgusted you but it made you fucking jealous. In some twisted fucking way you wanted to be the one he would bend over and fuck the shit out of, hearing stories from your friends about how much of a good fuck he was made your distaste for him even stronger.

He’s lost for words not saying anything for a moment, you’ve think he’s finally got the hint and pissed off back into the house and you sigh in relief, laying back down on the floor but you hear his footsteps pace around you before stoping in front of you, blocking your view. “What the fuck are you-

It’s quick and sudden, falling onto his knees and grabbing your thighs pulling you towards him. Your confused and baffled, feeling how dizzy you were from the rapid movements as he goes to pull off your shorts along with your underwear.

“Felix get off of me what the fuck are you do-

You felt how embarrassingly wet you were, feeling vulnerable under Felixs unreadable face.

He lowers his face towards your wet pussy, the warm gush of air making you shiver as he finally lets his tongue gently lay across your swollen clit. You gasp, head falling to the ground as Felix gently sucked and nibbled at your sensitive bud.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, the blood flowing throughout your veins, making the beats in your heart beat faster as you unconsciously moan out. He grins, letting you grind into his face feeling the cold sensation of his tongue jewellery, create a cooling sensation on your cunt.

He’s slurping, lapping at your juices and letting out guttural moans, sending vibrations against your clit. He briefly looks up making eye contact with your starstruck eyes as he allows his thumb to gently circle around your bud.

He’s sensual and voluptuous almost making out with your leaking cunt as you try to stay quiet muttering curse words and praises hand, tangled into his greasy hair. You felt painful cramping restricting around your stomach, trying to distract the pain with the pleasurable sensation you were experiencing.

Felix stops for a second coming back up to see his face covered in your juices mixed in with your blood, the feeling dawned on you that it was your period blood on his face and you felt your face heat up as the embarrassment began to bubble in your chest. His finger slides between your folds before slipping it into his mouth, your laid there in shock as you watch how he moans around his fingers.

As if normal he resumes, eating you out more ferociously than before. “y-your fucking insane Felix fuckkkk”

He hums, letting his fingers rub your clit faster as you feel the intense feeling of an orgasm hit you before your slump on the ground, face flushed and mouth gaped open.

He comes back up with blood all over his face and a shit eating grin, “looks like someone’s lost for words”

“Fuck off Felix” your grinding into his hand and he chuckles licking his lips clean, “Seems like someone’s still desperate for my touch I thought you hated me princess ”

“I do hate you the only good thing about you is your tongue” you reply, going to stand up before he pushes you down.

“Since I’m only good for my tongue let’s see how fucking cock drunk you get for me, maybe it will change that bratty attitude” he sets himself beside you, sliding off his briefs before revealing his girthy curved cock, his tip scarlet red and leaking precum.

“Are you going to sit on it or not because I can just go and you can use your fucking hand to get off” your pissed but too aroused to fucking argue, climbing onto his lap and straddling over his tip before completely bottoming out on it. You both gasp slowly, feeling his hands go to grasp your ass before you begin to bounce on it.

You keep a set pace, grinding and vigorously bouncing on him, your hands wrapping around his neck. He invites you into a heated kiss, the taste of your period blood having a addicting sweet metallicy taste mixing in with your bitter tobacco taste.

The grunts and moans, emit from his chapped lips as he slaps your ass with a tight grip. “Look at you so eager to bounce on my fucking dick and I’m the fucking slut” you moan in response, your nails digging into his back leaving moon shaped crescents behind as you scratch and abuse his back.

Your panting feeling the fatigue hit you as he suddenly stops you, “Turn around and face the pond” you stop, turning around as he slips himself back inside you, making you gasp once again. He’s locked your arms with his hand and begins to bounce you on him making your head roll back into him, moaning feverishly the sounds of his harsh thrusts being heard from across the garden.

You feel his hand wrap around your neck pulling your head against his as he nibbles at your ear, “you should see how fucking sexy you look from here….so….fucking….pretty” he thrusts with every word so cock drunk for your brain to comprehend not caring if you could get caught fucking out in the open.

“I bet your wishing that someone would catch us out in the open as I fuck the shit out of you” he mutters, feeling his bruised lips against your nape, leaving love bites all over marking you as his.

“oh my god fuck- felix I’m going to come” you warn, your hands going to grip his thighs, feeling yourself clenching around his dick before you cum with a loud whimper, the warm feeling of his spunk releasing into you as he slows down his thrusts.

“Fuck babe you’ve made such a mess all over me” your still panting, fatigue hitting you as your both sat in silence feeling his heart racing against your back.

You turn around meeting the brunettes gaze before speaking, “Don’t get use to it, this is the last time I’ll ever do anything remotely sexually with you Catton”

“Noted”

You raise a brow, dying for the burning question on your tongue to be answered, “Who told you i hated you”

He smirks, “Farleigh…. he told me when he was going through his drunken rant”

“I’m going to kill that boy when I see him”

#smut #felix catton #felix #saltburn #jacob elordi #jacob elordi x reader #felix catton x reader #felix catton x you #black reader #saltburn imagine #leiswxrld #leiscoven

[sapphos-ode]

Little Cat?

Part 2

Larissa Weems part 1 | part 3 | ao3

~

The moonlight leaked into your room in a stream through a gap in your curtains, behind which stood a spacious window that took up most of the wall - as did many of the windows in Nevermore - it doused the room in a milky light tinged a rich blue. You had fallen into a peaceful slumber shortly after crawling into your bed. Not without dragging Larissa - as a cat - under the covers and holding her like a child hugs their stuffed toy. Your arms held her firmly but not uncomfortably so, for once Larissa felt safe and secure. The purring was involuntary. She had allowed herself to enjoy being in your arms and even burrowed her head underneath your chin. Taking in the smell of you - it made her head rush. She had almost fallen asleep herself, your soft breaths brushing past the back of her head. Larissa indulged herself for a while before she reluctantly wiggled out of your gentle embrace, despite her heart’s avid protest.

She sat at the edge of your bed, watching you. You looked so serene - your face relaxed as your chest rose and fell slowly. Your hair cascaded over your pillows. You were the definition of peace. To Larissa at least. A few moments go by with the principal watching over you before she jumps off the bed as quietly as a large cat can. The softest of thuds are heard by no one at the late hour. However she still pauses to make sure you don’t stir.

She pads slowly over to your window and to her luck, you had forgot to latch it shut after you had kidnapped (catnapped?) her. She poked it open with her head just enough to slink through it, not without casting a final glance over at you. With all her willpower Larissa slips out the window onto your balcony. There, she lets herself properly study it - you have it littered with plants, one end has a small circular wrought iron table set, images of spending summer evenings with you at it, sharing a bottle of wine and laughing enter her mind. You have a wooden garden bench at the other side, pressed to an ivy covered lattice hooked up to the wall. Briefly she wonders how you managed to haul these things up here.

A few birds fly across the moon, snagging her attention, breaking Larissa from her mind. She looks over to your window again… it would be so easy to just run back into your arms… but Larissa needed to sleep and couldn’t risk shifting back into herself during the night. Ruefully she makes the journey over the rooftop back to her quarters, jumping with skill and agility.

~

That morning you woke up to find your furry friend absent. Much to your dismay, but not surprise. You get ready for the day.

The morning passes quickly and you waste no time telling Miss. Hansen all about your little visitor during the break.

“I cannot believe you,” your voice filled with shock, “you are such a traitor!”

“I am no such thing, I just like dogs more,” Alice - Miss. Hansen - holds her hands up, “cats are so judgemental, so snobby,”

You scoff, “you’re the judgey one,”

“I am not!” She hisses indignantly, “cats don’t even like their owners, why have a pet who wants to be anywhere but near you?”

“Cats love their owners, they’re just more reserved than dogs, they have boundaries,” you give her a withering flare. That doesn’t last long before you break down into a gentle laugh.

“Let’s just accept our differences,” Alice’s tone is lighthearted, laced with amusement.

She lets you settle down before speaking again, “what are you gonna do with it? We’re not allowed pets, or did you not read your contract when you signed it?” She jabs at you.

“I’m not keeping it as a pet, to have a pet is to own it and have it live with you…” your eyes take on a mischievous glint as you lean in, your voice dropping to a whisper, “there just so happens to be this cat that maybe keeps visiting me. And somehow manages to get inside… but it’s not my cat…”

“Mhmm, sure,”

“Besides. Who even reads a contract?”

“Atikah? You cannot be serious, you at least read some of it???”

“I did… like the first two clauses? Anyways,” you wave her off, disregarding Alice’s concerned and exasperated looks, “the cat looks to healthy to be a stray, it probably lives somewhere nearby,”

The bell rings, signalling the end of the morning interval. The chatter of your colleagues in the lounge ceases as people behind to collect their things and mosey back to their classrooms.

You adjust your cardigan as you stand up, “I’ll see you lunch?“

“I’ve got a free period fourth period?”

“Hm, no sorry. I’ve got a double next,”

“Lunch it is then,”

You both head out of the teacher’s lounge. Bidding each other farewell.

~

As per her usual, Larissa had kept herself holed up in her office during the morning interval, crunching through email after email. Usually she was quite good at getting into the flow and keeping her head down. But her mind kept wandering back to you - more so than it usually did. She had forgotten what it felt like to be held by another - your arms were so gentle and she adored how she could hear your heartbeat as she had nuzzled into you. Granted you didn’t know it was her. But she’d take what she could. Maybe she’d visit you again this evening.

With a shake of her head she attempted to banish all thoughts pertaining to you, trying to refocus on the email from Mayor Walker. He had another proposal, something about the relationship between Nevermore and the local normie highschool. She had been retyping the same sentence over and over with no success. The Mayors latest idea was to host a friendly sports tournament between the schools… and Larissa could only see that ending in chaos.

She attacked the keyboard, begrudgingly punching out the words ‘that is a horrible proposal, I think it’s utter shite,’. It felt good to write down what she truly thought, if only she could hit send. Getting it out her system would just have to do. Her eyes read over the words again, a smirk on her painted lips. She deleted the email in its entirety and looked at her inbox. A new one from you sat there.

Just reading your name had her mind wandering off. With a great fondness she recalled the way your eyes were always rich with emotion, with how genuine you were as a person. Then memories from last night popped up, how you talked to her - as a cat - as if she was human and could understand. Oh the irony. And then her brain went a step further, the image of your naked body was seared into her mind’s eye. Her cheeks flushed and a heat rippled from her lower abdomen. Hastily she rid the mental image of you.

The subject was just the name of a student. She opened it and skimmed over it, you were asking about possibly moving them to the advanced placement class, that they had potential and you didn’t want them wasting time in a lower level. Larissa started a reply but then decided better of it. This was the perfect excuse to drop by your classroom. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she wouldn’t be able to broach other topics other than the student - but she’d at least get to see you, hear your voice. Be the centre of your attention if even for a few short moments. That would be enough for her.

For now.

~

You watched as your students engaged in a lively conversation. You had started a class discussion on Boo Radley, whether he was a victim, a hero, or a villain within the story of ‘To Kill a Mocking Bird’. As with any class, many added to the debate, a handful were taking the lead, and others say quietly. Drinking in the words being said. You were never one to force a student to participate - they would if they felt comfortable to do so. Of course that didn’t mean you allowed people to dog out of it if they couldn’t be bothered. You had a knack for telling who was just quiet and who was chancing their luck.

You heard a knock on the door and turned your head just in time to see Larissa peer into the room.

“Not a good time?” She asks.

“As good a time as any,” you grace her with a sincere smile, “what’s up?” You walk to the door and open it fully, gesturing her in.

She towers over you and you do have to crane your neck to meet her eyes. It wasn’t often that Principal Weems came to visit you.

“Don’t mind me, carry on,” she addressed the class that had since quietened down. Within seconds the debate had fired back up.

“What trouble am I in now?” You jest lightly. A small part of you wracks your brain for anything you could have done wrong.

At your quip Larissa shakes her head as she smiles, “none, don’t worry, I got your email about Arthur Strauss, and my legs could do with a stretch so I thought I’d pop by is all,”

At the mention of it, your eyes wander up… travelling the length of her endless legs. Principal Weems was wearing another of her timeless dresses, which fit her body perfectly. It stopped just shy of her knees, showing her sculpted calves- you stop your ogling once you realise what you’re doing.

“Oh, yes, him,” you blurt out hoping Larissa didn’t notice, “ultimately it’s up to you in the end but he really is made for a harder class, he needs more of a challenge,”

Larissa hums in acknowledgment. She had in fact, not noticed. Too busy looking at your chest, she didn’t need to imagine what lay beneath, the image of your bare chest surfaced in her mind and her cheeks began to take on a deep red hue. Almost matching her lipstick.

“Not that I can’t push him, but it would be unfair to focus on him more than the others in his class,” you begin to ramble.

“I trust your decision, I’m happy for you to talk to him about it,” Larissa’s voice holds her usual professionalism, but her mind is in the gutter. Eyes still on your chest, travelling lower and lower-

“Principal Weems?”

Your voice brings her back to earth and her eyes snap back up to yours, “yes?” She says a little breathlessly.

“You zoned out there,” your voice holds an amused tone, “is there anything else?”

“Apologies, and no, that’s everything,”

“Wonderful, I’ll speak to Arthur and I’ll let you know soon,”

Larissa nods but doesn’t speak. Or make a move to leave. And you don’t make any gesture to show her the door either, your eyes watch her face intently. The principal takes a sudden breath, “how have things been lately?” her words are fast, and her voice is a little unsteady.

“They’ve been good,” in comparison you speak slowly, and carefully, you seem to search her eyes for a split second, “maybe you’d like to catch up soon? I’ve not seen much of you,”

You brace yourself for rejection.

“Yes,” Larissa answers far too quickly.

You instantly perked up, beaming with joy “Perfect, I’m free the period after lunch, we could maybe grab a coffee?” You were pushing your luck. Little did you know you didn’t need any when it came to Larissa. She was already down bad.

“I’d love to,”

Larissa is quick to excuse herself, almost abruptly so. She power walks back to her office, eyes laser focused on some point in the distance. She fails to notice how anyone she passes in the halls store out of her way. Mentally she��s celebrating. She has a coffee date with you. Well, it’s not a date but for the sake of her delusional mind. She’s calling it a date.

~

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

[riririkinzi]

NIMONA GOLDENHEART HEADCANONS

In the comic version, Bal is older while Ambro is younger

But in the film version, Bal younger while ambro is older

When Bal started his training, he has to tie his hair tightly 24/7, from ponytail to hairbun.

Bal was a very shy, introverted and quiet kid, so Ambro greeted first but Bal worries that he might be like Todd and his goons.

If one of those who have the most sense of humor it's Ambrosius, he always the one who makes Bal laugh and smile and loves doing so.

Bal fell first, because of how Ambro easily charms Bal with his golden retriever energy, but Ambro fell harder for his skills, pretty eyes and smile.

But he soon warms up to Ambro and often approaches to him evertime.

He'd let Ambro play with his hair, from hairstyling to accessories.

He was even suprised that Bal's natural hair is wavy curls and he adores it very much.

When Ambro saw Bal in his haircut, short and straight, he'd ugly cried with the snot on his nose because he's gonna miss playing with Bal's hair.

Baby Ambro: (Sobbing) Why!? Why must you cut off your beautiful hair Bal!?

(Even Valerin is upset but does not show it)

Bal pretty cries with his rosy cheeks and big round eyes, Ambro ugly cries with snots.

As kids, Ambro talks, likes to run around and play in the dirt, while Bal listens, reads and stays under the shade.

When it comes to how they sing, Bal sings like an angel, something like this but doesn't believe that it's good. But Ambro does and he adores it, while Ambro sings off Key and something like this.

And they still do as adults

Who ever's responsible on making Bal laugh, it's Ambro because he loves seeing Bal laugh and smile, and must keep going, even Ambro's terrible singing makes Bal laughed so hard.

When Bal's not training, he often goes to the garden to read, holds out his fingers so he can hope for a butterfly to come.

For Ambro's parents, I'm tired of snobby asshole parents, I mean the bloodline last a thousand years, I'm sure it happened to his parents before because based on some fics I read, I hc that he has both loving and supportive moms, and adores Bal more than Ambro does.

Ambro's mom: (cuddling baby Bal) "Ambrosius dear, who's this little kitty he's adorable".

Ambro's dog coded energy is something he inherited from his mama

During pre teens, Bal came out as trans to Valerin first, saying that he doesn't feel like a girl but rather than a boy, he got his top surgery way in hie late teens.

During the night before the day when they have no training or studying, Ambro and Bal would have small make out sessions, but the reason why it's short because Bal worries that they might get in trouble.

If you're wondering who gets into many fights, it's Ambrosius, because he's so sick of Todd and his cronie's shit, but Bal often prevents the fights from happening but sometimes it doesn't work.

The way how Ambro dressed, is simple, comfy practical, such as simple hoodies, sweaters, sweatpants, simple sneakers and comfy loose short, in bright, pastel and muted tones and etc.

For Bal he'd wear something academic, studious, simple and 5% formal like, academia but comfy, such as blouse and sweater vest, turtle necks and some simple yet causal pants, in pastel, earthy, eye catching and dark tones, because he often worries of how people will see him.

During the post canon, Ambro choice of clothing stays the same except more free spirited, some ear piercings and let his hair grow a bit longer.

But for Bal, he started wearing more gothic and emo, black and dark tones more with earrings and ear piercings too, along with makeuo, such as eyelinear, surma, and masscara as he slowly reaches out of his shell thanks to Nimona.

Ambro wakes up first since he's the early bird, and everytime he does, he always kisses his sleepy Ballister good morning and kisses him good night if Bal falls asleep first.

Like canon, Ambro's the big spoon, a very clingy big spoon, and Bal's the lil spoon.

Ambro's love language is act of service, qualite time physical touch which means he's super clingy to Bal like a puppy, while Bal's language is also the same but physical touch in a delicate way head petting.

Who handles spicy food the longest?

Todd can only last a bite

Diego can last half of the meal

Ambro would finish almost the whole meal before chugging down a gallons of ice cold water.

But for Bal and Nimona, it's childs play for them, they'd add extra hot sauce that would scare the heck out of everyone.

Ambro's scared of dentist and big injection, so every appointment he always have to hold onto something or hand everytime.

And when he realise that Nimona shared the same fear of Injections, during Nimona's first appointment, he hides them in his pockets, but Bal caught them.

Ambrosuis's pet name for Ballister: Princess, sweatheart, kitten, 주방, 천사, Babydoll ,Doll.

Ballisters's pet name for Ambrosius: Darling, rose, Ambro, پیاری, دھوپ.

Want some smut headcanons and more?

Staytuned for the reblog

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ambrosius x ballister #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart

[lady-raidia]

Hi my fellow german ♡

If you're up to, I'd love to request a Gil-Galad x reader writing (: I'm so sad that there is still not much out there. Something fluffy like love at first sight or first kiss (or both haha)

Thank you so much in advance!♡

Hey there! 💗 I am so sorry that you had to wait such a long time for me to respond! :( I was suffering from a writers block and I couldn't write anything for months :'( But I am back and I am trying to catch up! I hope that you enjoy this One-Shot (or maybe two shot hehe) even though it ended up a little bit shorter than I wanted to. But I will try to write a part 2 for this one, so we can have more Gil-Galad content hehe. Again, I am so sorry that you had to wait for such a long time! And I am sorry if my english sounds weird in the story :o But please enjoy! 💗💗

FOREST HEART - GIL-GALAD IMAGINE

Pairing: Gil-Galad x Reader

Summary: You are an old friend of Galadriel and visit her in Lindon, where you wander off into the forest. You just wanted to enjoy the nature but you found a hidden treasure that will change your life.

Warnings: None, just some Gil, snobby language and bad english.

Request Here / Masterlist

Nestled amidst ancient trees and shimmering waters, you have lived a life full of peace and harmony. You had chosen this life, far from Lindon, to escape the gossip and side-eyes you would get when passing by other elves who knew you were not like them. Your father was an elf, but your mother was of the race of men. She was the most beautiful woman you have ever seen but the fragility of a mortal life took her away from you. After her passing, your father followed her into death, since his heart couldn't bear the grief and loss it had suffered.

You grew up in a small cottage close to Lindon, the place your mother and her mother were born and raised. It was your sanctuary, your haven, and as a child, you thought Valinor must have looked exactly like your home. Even after your parents passed away you stayed at that small cottage to care for the garden your mother cherished so much.

Even though you lived your life far from others, you still had close friends you have known since childhood. One of them was Galadriel and you would refer to her as your best friend. You held her dear in your heart and even though you hadn't seen each other for centuries, you regularly wrote letters to each other. You would usually write about how your garden is growing and that the birds are nesting again, while Galadriel would entertain you with the adventures she had been on. (If you can call it an adventure. She is trying to hunt down orcs to find Sauron and with each letter you get from her it becomes apparent that she is slowly losing her mind. You are worried for your friend because she seems too fixated on Sauron being still alive.)

A couple of days ago you received an invitation to Lindon to celebrate Galadriel and her troop for „freeing the world of all evil“. You were happy to hear that her efforts to hunt down every orc are finally being acknowledged! And you wouldn’t be her friend if you wouldn’t tend that celebrations! So with a mix of excitement, worries and nostalgia you went on the journey towards Lindon.

When you arrived, Galadriel greeted you with open arms and a radiant smile on her face! It must have been decades the last time you have seen each other. But before you could talk about old memories and laugh about the shenanigans you did when you were children, she introduced you to Elrond, the herald of the High King. He offered to guide you around since Galadriel had business to do and while he was giving you a small history lesson that wasn’t really anticipating, he also warned you to not get too deep into the forest. For someone who doesn’t know the woods very well it is easy to get lost in them. And the last thing Elrond wants is to lose you and having Galadriel yelling at him for not paying attention. You had to promise to not go on your own and to always stay in the city. And you really wanted to keep that promise. You really did.

The days before the celebration you tried to spend as much time with Galadriel as possible. But she still had some duties she had to attend to, so she would usually leave you alone in the evening. It is your third evening here in Lindon and you already wish to be back at your small cottage. Elves aren’t a noisy folk but still it seemed like their voices were yelling at you. All the people, the talking, the faint music in the distance - you weren’t used to it, so for that moment it was just too much for you. You needed a moment of silence and since you arrived in Lindon it seemed like the trees were talking to you. You remembered the promise you’ve made and said to yourself that you would only walk for a bit - not too far off, so you can easily find a way back. Also, you have the senses of an elf, so nothing could go wrong.

With a sense of childlike wonder, you ventured off the path that was before you and headed straight into the woods. The forest with its towering trees, vibrant flowers and singing birds, mesmerized you and you have totally forgotten the words of Elrond. With each step you take, you get further away from the city but closer to the calmness of your soul.

Lost in the magic of the moment, you failed to notice the sun slowly going down and being replaced by a soft darkness.

„Beautiful isn’t it?“ Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence of the trees, dragging you back to reality. Startled, you turned to find a men standing in front of you with a gentle smile on his face. His presence was both mysterious and comforting. You have seen his face before, many years ago, but you can’t remember who he was. Maybe a friend of your father?

„Indeed. While the soil here might look like any other forest, it is made of hope and wishes from those who have walked here before us." You spoke softly while maintaining your gaze on the man in front of you.

He came a few steps closer to you with a light smile on his face. „It has been a long time since someone recognized Lindon's beauty. Too many became used to its sight and stopped wondering what miracles it might hold.“ You listened carefully to his words and nodded „But it seems you are not from Lindon. Lost, perhaps?“

„Galadriel is a friend of mine, and I am not lost. My feet tend to carry me places where my heart wants to go but my thoughts are too afraid of.“ The man before opened his mouth to share his thoughts with you but was interrupted by the voice of Galadriel who came running towards you.

„Y/N you shouldn’t be here!“ She looked at you and then made eye contact with the dark-haired elf in front of you. „I apologize! Y/N is a visitor and a friend of mine, my king.“ You nearly tripped over a root when you heard your friend address that man as „my king“. The reason his face was so familiar is because he is the High King of the Noldor, Gil-Galad.

Galadriel drags you away from him before you have a chance to speak, scolding you for being so careless. You apologized to her several times and felt that by not addressing him by his title, you had offended the king. In fact, he felt no offense at all. The thought of your conversation still lingered in his mind as he watched you and Galadriel walk away. Whenever his shoulders are unable to bear the weight of the crown, he retreats into the forest to enjoy the silence. Usually, the elves of Lindon don’t go that far into the woods so he can be on his own. But today, you were carried deeper into the woods by your own feet without a care in the world. For a while, Gil-Galad watched you admire the flowers and trees while the last light of the setting sun was reflected in your eyes. He was in awe and for the first time in his long life, he didn’t have the courage to speak. But when darkness slowly reached out, he talked to you and he was immediately enchanted by your voice and words. He always thought that he had lost his heart in the woods but it seemed that you found it. Now it is up to you if you want to claim it for yourself.

To be continued 💗

@fenharel-enaste @starlady66 (I am back, I hope it is okay I tagged you guys again! :) )

#rings of power #lord of the rings #gil galad x reader #gil galad #silmarillion #gil-galad x reader #gil-galad imagine #rop masterlist #rings of power masterlist #rop imagine #rings of power imagine #tolkien imagine #gil galad fluff #lotr

[leixwhite02]

the night we met

synopsis: when rafe shows up at your doorstep to apologize there’s nothing you can do besides be reminded of the times before all hell broke loose.

warnings: angst, no fluff in this part, suggestive content, fighting (verbal) if there is anything else please let me know!!

a/n: this is the second part to how do you sleep so please read that before you read this to understand the context of this story!! this is also kinda long so my apologies 😎 i am also turning this into a series 🙏

part 1 part 2

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“hey can we talk?”

you look down at the message… what could he possibly want to talk about, you have nothing to say to him. your body betrays your mind and immediately starts to reply to the text.

“sure…”

you’re not actually sure you want to hear what he has to say, but a part of you misses him and wants to figure out if this situation can be fixed or not.

after a while of getting your apartment together, you hear a knock at your door knowing it’s him. shaking your hands with nerve you go and open the door, when you open the door your met with someone you almost don’t recognize.

he looks so much different from three days ago when you saw him last… his hair wasn’t its usual tamed look and his eyebags were dark and sunken in, making him appear more dead than alive. half of you felt bad but what he did to you the other half couldn’t care less.

“hey…” rafe looks down at his feet, almost like he’s lost all of his confidence with you.

your mouth twitched into a small smile at the sight of him again but soon went away when you realized the real reason that he’s here. as you let him into your apartment all the memories come flooding back.

FLASHBACK

it was a sunny day in the outer banks, you decided to take a walk to your favorite coffee shop instead of driving today. you were a kook, but not like the others who were snobby. no, many people called you the “golden kook” because of your sweetheart and kind soul.

midterms were coming up at school so you thought it would be a great day to go to the coffee shop not too far from your house and study. on your way, you were watching the scenery.

spring was your favorite time of the year, the flowers were blooming to their fullest beauty, the birds were singing their songs and everything was just beautiful. when you’re walking you aren’t paying attention to what was in front of you, causing you to run into someone on the way.

you look up to see who you ran into, apologizing profusely. when you look up you’re met with rafe cameron himself, you’ve heard many things about him, and none of them are nice.

you’ve never seen him in person before, only hearing about him. he was very attractive in your opinion, that day he was wearing a blue polo paired with a nice pair of cargo shorts. looking up at him you get a good look into his eyes. beautiful blue eyes gazing back at you, those same eyes you fell for that day.

END OF FLASHBACK

“y/n, you okay? you kinda drifted off there a bit…” rafe waves a hand over your face to gain your attention back. you didn’t know how much time passed when you were thinking but you’re assuming it was enough to loose your attention.

“oh, sorry… i was just thinking, you have my full attention now” you say picking at your fingertips. you want this to end as soon as possible, you’ve never felt so awkward and nervous around rafe.

time goes by a little making you think, but before you know it the simple talking with rafe turns into an argument. you couldn’t really tell what your arguing about, it’s all over the place at this point.

“rafe! you cheated on me… i’m not just going to let you back into my life like that, you have to give me a little! i don’t think i could love you like i did.” you scream inches away from his face. “you hurt me, really bad.” tears are streaming down both of your faces, yours of anger his of hurt.

“y/n… i know i hurt you i know! but if you let me i can fix this… we can be back like we were, i can swear to you it will never happen again. i was drunk and not myself i shouldn’t have ever done that to you im forever sorry!” rafe grabs your hand trying to bring you as close as you’ll let him, you yank your hand away… to angry to deal with physical touch right now.

“rafe. i loved you i really did, in fact i still do… i never stopped but you really hurt me, it’s going to take some time for me to forgive you.” you look down at your feet, tears continually falling down your face and onto the floor by your shoes.

“i know, and i will do everything in my power to get you to forgive me, i promise i will wait for you as long as you need my love.” the nickname fell off his tounge like the past, bring you back to another memory.

FLASHBACK

you and rafe fall on your backs against the bed panting and breathing hard. recovering from a night filled with love making. rafe gets up and heads to the bathroom connected to his room to get a cloth.

grabbing the cloth wetting it, he walks back to the bed ready to clean you up. with love in his gaze he starts wiping of your thighs and gently kissing up her legs he goes.

“how are you feeling my love? did i go to hard?” rafe starts asking his questions he always does with you after sex. you couldn’t be more in love with him at that moment.

END OF FLASHBACK

“y/n? you keep drifting off… are you even listening to me at this point?” rafe asks with a stern voice.

“i can’t do this right now rafe… i need you to leave, please.” you beg, wanting to be alone with your thoughts to think about what’s is going on.

“okay, please text me when you’re ready… i’m not going to force you to talk to me if you aren’t ready.” he says walking to the door “i love you y/n” and with that he walks out the door.

#leis thoughts #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron angst #obx angst #rafe obx #angst #obx

[vermillionsails]

Cat-Astrophe

A/N: I read @skullghoulz and @fairytalespider ask and fic's of Miguel turning into a cat and it was absolutely adorable and got my imagination spinning. This is inspired by their fic and ask. I highly recommend it if you need some nice fluff to read! I'll have it linked. There is swearing and brief nudity when he gets turned back but nothing too graphic but because of that, this is 18+ just to be safe! This also will be a part 2 eventually! this is 8 pages long and about 4,098 words. I wanted this to go out yesterday but, I had a slight delay. This story does bounce between the reader and Miguel's pov's. enjoy!

Summary: A rouge spell from a portal hits Miguel while on a mission and he gets turned into a cat. When a nice woman from his building (the reader.) Finds him in cat form in the rain what will happen?

Warnings ⚠️: afab reader, brief male nudity, some swearing, mentions of food, brief mentions of stress, mentioning of cheek skin being squished by a cat paw, and gagging. That's all I can think of right now.

It was a frustrating and antagonizing mission for Miguel. After this is over he’s sending Ben to help Lego Spider-Man from now on. It was a crossover somehow and a rogue spell from a portal bounced and hit him. The strange orange light from it made him feel sick immediately. After telling Jess to take the different Morbius back to HQ he tapped his watch hurdily as he stumbled through the portal his wristband made. His skin felt hot and itchy as he crashed into dumpsters and walls and his vision went tunnel. Everything starts to spin as he retches and falls over his body feeling heavy. Hours go by as he wakes up groggily blinking as he sees a shadow over him.

You were in the kitchen cooking pasta for dinner when you heard a groan and loud bang outside of your alley despite the rain. You put the burner on the lowest setting so the sauce doesn't burn before walking to the small balcony your apartment has. The rain splashed and coated your feet as you walked barefoot onto the cold metal balcony. Looking down you see a medium-sided fuzzy wet ball curled up by the dumpsters. You shake your head and let out a small growl of annoyance. Someone must have dumped the poor creature and ran. You can feel your heart tighten a little in sympathy as its frame twitch and shiver from the cold of the rain. You walk back in and wipe your feet off on the kitchen mat before putting on slippers and grabbing a towel and hoodie. Throwing on your hoodie and rushing to the elevator with a towel under your arm you pull out your phone and order some basic cat supplies. One of the things you appreciate about Nueva York is the fast door deliveries for emergencies. You look at your reflection in the steel walls of the elevator you look like you didn't think you’d be making a mad dash in the rain. Your plaid sleep shorts, old warn yellow tweedy bird shirt popped off with the green slippers and maroon hoodie. At least the cat wouldn't mind the door man….maybe the people in this building were a little snobby if you were being honest. Everyone knew Spiderman lived in this building so it made everyone act weird. Eventually, the doors ding open as you get to the lobby. You speed walk past the people checking their mailboxes and the doorman as you speed around the corner toward the dumpsters. The cat was bigger than you thought as you got close. He has brown spikey fur and big paws, big ears with tufts of fur too. You decided to speak softly to him. “Hey buddy you're okay, I'm gonna get you warm and dry.” quickly you lay the towel over him and scoop him up as he blinks slowly awake. “I got you you're okay, please don't scratch me.” Miguel feels getting lifted off the ground and engulfed in a towel. He tries to make a huh? but it comes out as a Mrruha sound. You hear the cat chatter in your arms as you rush to the elevator. “I know buddy it’s okay your safe now.” the cat's body goes stiff in your arms as you reach the elevator and escape the eyebrow raise from the doorman. The doors slide shut and the cat wiggles in your arms to see himself in the metal walls. Miguel twists and wiggles uncovering the towel fold by his face seeing a cat with umber eyes staring back. A cat! He got turned into a cat! He lets out a growl that turns into a yowl halfway through. He feels your body go rigid as he makes those sounds. “Hey, hey it's okay bud it's just you not another cat see.” you rub the side of his body calmly trying to calm him down. It didn't the cat kept growling and yowling at the reflection the whole ride but made no move to get out of your arms. Every frustration and stress in Miguel's mind, body, and soul rises to the surface as he keeps seeing his cat's reflection in the metal. He seemed to understand somewhat as he shrinks back into the towel growling softly. He has no idea how long it'll last if the spider-men back at HQ will find him. He sees his wristband nowhere on him not even Lyla could try to find him. The growling continues as he panics. You sigh having no idea how to calm him down so you adjust and tap in front of his reflection making him pause and look at you. “Good I got you’re attention, look I know you scared but I need you to calm down okay? You are safe with me You’re gonna get food and a bath and somewhere to sleep. We good bud?" His expression seems somewhat stressed and scared as he looks at you. should have bought some catnip for the poor guy.

Miguel continues to growl softly during the elevator ride. You are a kind person to pick up a lone cat you are he knows that and that's why you think he is just a cat someone left in an alley. thinking about what Lyla would say to him, probably treating it like a vacation. He huffs as he feels you walking forward and opening a door. The familiar ding, ding, ding as the door opens and shuts alerts him. It’s the same tone that plays when he uses the card for his apartment door. The wristband got him home to his universe to his apartment building. A moment of relief floods through him. If HQ figures out he's gone they won't have to go far. 

You get through your door and the smell of pasta sauce and noodles hits you. It hits Miguel too both your stomachs growling as you set him down on the couch. You put your hands on your hips after sitting him down. “Stay here I have to check some stuff be a good cat.” 

He shakes off the towel and sits on top of it. His newfound tail wraps around his paws as he watches you talk. He looks at you intently trying to figure out if he has seen around the building. You look back at him raising an eyebrow as this big lynx-looking cat stares at you like he’s a statute. “Okay, you are a strange cat but….good boy.” shaking your head you walk to the kitchenette stirring the spicy tomato creme sauce before dumping the campanelle and chicken into the sauce stirring it together you keep it on low before grabbing a bowl and hearing a knock at the door. Miguel watches you as you meander into the kitchen and towards the door as the knock is heard. He remembers helping you carry a big box to the elevator one day the in lobby. It must be a small world that you ended up finding him after he helped you. He jumps down from the couch and follows you to the door watching the delivery guy hand you the bags you ordered before getting him. You open the door to a cute delivery guy of course he is cute. “Hi thank you, how much?” he gives you a charming smile before answering “Oh yeah, 20. Is that your cat?” he takes the hand out of his pocket to gesture at your new friend. You look at the cat and nod noticing that he followed you to the door. “Yeah, I just got him today.” grab your wallet from your hoodie and hand him a 20. “Thanks see you around have a good one.” you nod awkwardly as the interaction ends. “Yeah you too!” you chirp back and shut the door letting out a sigh. “I'm done with social interaction today.” setting the bags on the coffee table before walking back to the kitchen and filling up your bowl. You look at the cat seeing him scurry to your side watching you. “You hungry too buddy?” Miguel tries to say yes but it comes out as mowww. He blinks in annoyance as the sound comes out. "I'll take that as yes, hang on." You set your bowl down again before going to the bags. You pull out a pack of toys, the scooper for the litter box, the cat bed that he's too big for, and finally the food. You go through the other bag and take out the brush, shampoo litter box and litter, and the food and water dishes. "All of this stuff is yours bud ....what am I gonna call you?"

 You look at him again he has brown fur that spikes out and is almost red? Eyes you didn't see that before. "Hmm, how about Drac?" Miguel blinks in annoyance again and lets out an annoyed mrrh sound. He'll never live that down if they find out.  "You made a sound and we'll go with it for now." He growls at you softly before watching you grab the food and bowls. "Ignoring the growl…this is supposed to be really good cat food so I hope you like it."  Miguel feels himself snarl, his fangs poking out a bit as he realizes he has to eat cat food. The smell of your dinner makes his stomach growl. He could try to cute you out a couple of bites from yours. His tail sweeps the floor in annoyance as he watches you prepare the food. It looked like human food the bag looked fancy but the food smelled different than what he was used to.  Setting it down by the balcony door you call to him “Here’s your food and water drac hope you like it buddy.” you grab your food and give him a pat on the head as you walk by. 

Miguel sinks a little as you touch him. Twice you’ve touched him and to his surprise, he isn't mad about it. It's been a very long time since he had affection it just saddens him a little that it takes him being a cat to get it.  “You okay bud?” after moving some of the cat stuff to sit and find something to watch you see Drac standing like a statue again looking confused and annoyed. If you had to guess. His ears twitch at your voice and he turns to look at you making a myrrh sound.  “Adjusting huh? Well, you probably won't like bath or me later.” You're talking to yourself more than Drac at this point as you focus on the rom-com on the TV. Taking a couple bites of the pasta makes your tongue tingle from the spices as you watch the lead bump into her ‘new love.’  He trots over to the food bowl as you talk and watch your movie. He gives a few sniffs before taking a couple of bites and immediately gaging. It tastes like a bad microwave dinner he would know Miguel has had a lot.  The lead gets asked out on a date as you hear a BLEAGH! From drac. Turning you see him lapping down water. “Oh, you don't like your cat food do you?” he trots over jumping onto the couch and sitting by your thigh. “Wha- no drac don't beg for my food.”  Miguel lets out a miaow and baps at your thigh with his big paw. he does it repeatedly, miaow bap, miaow bap, miaow bap. “Drac stop it you weird cat.” he lets out another miaow and grabs your fingers that hold your spoon as he tries to drag it towards himself.  “Oh my god, Drac really dude?!” he lets out an annoyed roaw as he keeps hopping a little and collides with the spoon greedily eating the pasta and chicken on it while making those greedy cat growl/gurgle as he scarfs it down. A pale red sauce covers the fur around his mouth coloring him as the food thief he is. God, it tasted good how long had it been since he had something to eat? He can’t remember. 

In between laughing you tsk at him. “Okay I think I know to fix this greedy butt.” you get up and grab his food bowl scooping some pasta into the food bowl hoping it'll get him to eat his cat food. “Okay try it now drac.” he licks his chops as he jumps and scurries over sniffing it and scarfing down the human food on top of it. Nodding you grab your bowl and eat beside him. You can hear him purr softly as he eats. “I think that's solved for now.” it takes a couple of minutes and you're done eating your bowl. You set it on the counter and set up the rest of the cat things you got for him.  Miguel zones out as he eats and hears you move around behind him. He licks his face after realizing he ate everything in the food dish. He laps up some water before seeing your shadow over him again. He lets out a mrrrh as you pick him up again. “Look I know this isn't going to be fun but it’s bath time drac.” Miguel’s eyes widen and he starts to wiggle in your hold. Bath! You going to give him a bath! Don't cats clean themselves? It's not like he would grab you up and wash you. Before he knows it his paws touch the metal of the skin and the presser of your hand on the space in between shoulder blades keeps him there.  All you hear is sad growling as you set him in the sink. “I know buddy I'm sorry but you need to be clean.” you make the water warm and cup it onto him before lathering up the soap on his fur. You hum a little as you get the soap on him.  Miguel wonders if it's the cat brain of this body or his brain that's freaking out before he feels your hands and nails lather and scrub his fur. It feels like when he gets his hair washed when he gets his hair trimmed. He can feel his body twitch and shrink down a little as he purrs.  You chuckle as he calms down. “See it feels nice huh? Like getting pets.” you start to cup off the water on his body humming still as he purrs. Running through your hands side to side making sure soap is completely out of his fur.  Miguel knows this is weird, once he becomes a human again and if you see him turn into one this is going to be awkward. How is he gonna explain to you? “Okay buddy I gotta do your face.” Miguel makes a confused mrrp sound before you trinkle water down his face and lightly massage soap into his muzzle.

Miguel keeps his eyes closed as you rinse the soap shortly after. The pressure of your hand on his shoulder blades lifts and he makes his body shake the water off earning a giggle to you. “Can't even escape that from a cat huh?” you scoop him up with a towel and clutch him to your chest.  “Couch time Drac.” he knows the drill by now settling into your arms and the towel as you flop onto the couch. Slowly you start to rub the towel against him drying him. You can hear him start to purr at the sensation. His eyes start to droop and shut as you dry him. He can feel himself purr again from the touch he isn't going to lie. This feels nice, eating dinner with someone, affection, the bath, your voice…okay maybe he's starting to like more than just the attention. He can hear your heartbeat start to lull him as his body warms up.  You can see him starting to fall asleep in your arms and kiss him on top of his head. He lets out a sleepy chirrup sound from the kiss. You can feel his paws flex outward and grab you. "Night Drac."  Even almost asleep he knows he's screwed, that kiss you gave him sealed it. He can feel you move after saying goodnight. That's when the sleep takes over.     Walking into your bedroom you set Drac down on the bed gently taking the towel off as he stretches out in his sleep. Turning your tv on and setting it on low you go to put the food up and turn off the lights before shuffling back in. Taking your hoodie off you throw it in the laundry hamper with the towel before crawling into bed.  Before dreams start he can feel your body dip into the bed. In his sleep haze, he lets out a mrrip sound as he moves and flops down next to your stomach seeking your body heat as he falls back asleep again.  You pet his side a couple of times watching his tail thump sleepy against the bed before wrapping your arms around your pillow and cuddling it before falling asleep yourself for the night.   In the morning a loud Ree! Reee! Ree! Reee! Engulfs the room starling Miguel awake. Looking down at himself he has his cat body still, he looks at the alarm clock and back at you still asleep. He stretches and walks towards your face looking at you still softly snoring away. He lets out a few meows and chirps in your ear but nothing. Huffing in annoyance he inches closer slowly reaching his paw out to pat your cheek. Watching how it squishes against his paw he lets out a louder meow. Luckily you let an annoyed groan.  “I hear it buddy thank you.” sighing a bit as you gently push his paw away to turn the clock off. stretching and rolling over turning it off you yawn and look at Drac. “Well, morning.”  He sits up watching you giving a softer meow. “You want some pets before I get ready for work?” if you had to bet money on something strange you'd bet it on the look of should I, your question brought onto his face. It takes him a minute until he inches forward. Reaching out you start to scratch under his chin making his eyes squint shut and purr again. 

He needs to get out more if this much attention is making him melt. The last few hours he's been with you have been calming for him. He wonders what your hands would feel like on his human skin instead of cat fur or in his hair touching his scalp as he cuddles into you after a hard day….this is getting complicated now. As he gets lost in thought your hands stop and he feels you lean over to kiss the top of his head again. The feeling makes him warm up and skink into the bed.  "You're such a weird cat Drac. I gotta get ready though as much as I wanna stay here." You toss the blanket from your legs and shuffle into your closet grabbing the blue plaid skirt, black tights, and black long-sleeved bodysuit. Today you had to shadow the anchorwoman on channel 19 before they let on or behind the camera. You aced your interview and the test report script so shadowing and taking notes today shouldn't be too hard. You set the outfit on the counter in your bathroom and walk back to grab your leather jacket and black Mary Jane's to sit by the door.          He watches you get ready for the day, this must be your usual routine. His mind starts to wander off again. Where would you work to dress up like that? Library? college? law office? He jumps down to get a closer look. As he lands he can feel his stomach flip and flutter. He lets out a confused mrrp sound as it continues. It quickly twists itself into nausea making his body feel like it's pulsing. He starts to pant and let out small yowling sounds. He scurries to the couch as he starts to gag and retch.  You made it into the bathroom changed fast into the outfit and started getting ready to do your makeup as you heard the odd noises coming from Drac. Heart sinking a little you start to worry was he sick? Is that why they dumped him? Walking out you look for him. He's pacing In Front of your couch he must have made it in there while you were getting things set up. "Buddy? Drac you okay?"  He hears your voice but the nauseous feeling and the newfound pain in his legs overpowers it as he gags and retches on the floor. The spell must be wearing off already. Panic adds to his body as he feels his limbs start to pull like taffy.  Slowly you walk around and look behind the couch seeing your cat puking and his limbs being twisted and pulled like a scene from a bad horror movie. Your heart sinks further as you close your eyes bracing for a quiet moment to grab him. You hope you can get him to a vet.  You get lost in panicked thoughts and Miguel’s in pain as orange light bursts through the room. it engulfs his body in searing heat and makes the inside of your eyelids light up. Cracks pops and groans fill the room as his body is returned to his normal human shape. His body shakes and twitches as the cold wood floor tames his feverish skin.  Opening your eyes you see a naked toned man on his stomach where your cat used to be. His skin looks like dewy gold in the lights of your apartment. You can tell he’s sick by the way his body shivers and sweats. Watching frozen you clear your throat not sure what to do. He shifts and looks back at you his eyes widening the color more red than when he was a cat. 

He sees you dressed up and looking at him in shock it's an awkward situation. He shakes his head trying to get rid of the hazy sick feeling overtaking him. “I-i can explain what happened I promise.” he tries to move and get up but, he falls back down his limbs feel like jello.  “Yeah you're going to have to, I don't know what in the fairy tale hell is going on but you owe me cat buster!”  Miguel laughs weekly “Yeah okay I owe you a cat, I swear I wasnt a cat cause of something weird, c-can I use your shower and I show and tell you everything?” you cross your arms and mull over his request. You hope this doesn't make you late for work. “Okay fine, nothing weird though I'll go get you a towel.” he turns to his side moving his arm so it covers his hips. His hair covers his face as he lays on the floor embracing the cold. “Thanks, I'll be quick promise.”  Walking back into your living room you lay the towel over him or at least try to with your eyes closed. “I can’t be late for work so if you can be quick that would be cool you know?” he nods and sits up wrapping the towel around himself it’s a little difficult sitting on the floor but he manages. “Could you help me up?” opening one eye to peak you see he’s covered fully and open them fully he really does look like the human form of the cat you picked up.  His hair even curls and spikes out like his fur. You reach out your hands for him to grab onto you, he grunts getting his feet under him and standing. “Jeez you're a big man.” he looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “I can't tell if that's an insult or a compliment?” you blush a little in embarrassment. “I-it’s not an insult your just tall a-and i haven't helped anyone like you walk somewhere.”  He chuckles again softly. “I know I'm messing with you, I'm sorry puked on your floor and you know was a cat briefly.” you can feel yourself melt a little. “It's okay will get it cleaned up. Let's get you clean first.” it was his turn to melt it was the same tone you used when he was a cat. “Mhm, that sounds familiar.” you roll your eyes. “Shut it.” he starts to laugh again.  “Nah I don't think so kinda like you this way.” 

…… And that's where I'm ending it for now mwahahaha! 

#fanfic #fluff #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #x reader #reader insert #spiderman 2099 #@stormkobra #@jupitersmoon167 #@leh2393 #@rosecentaur1916 #@fairytalespider #@skullghoulz

[loominggaia]

Do trolls have anything akin to cuisine and traditional dishes? Just because you can eat just about anything doesn't mean it has to be presented with no flair. :D I suppose same question for minotaurs. Are there any foods other races go out of their way to try from either of these groups (besides minotaur milk)?

They certainly do! Trolls are in a unique position where they can eat damn near anything without consequence, even foods that are totally raw, filthy, or rotten. But what's even more unique is the fact that they like the taste of nasty, rotten food!

A troll's sense of smell and taste oppose that of most peoples'. By that I mean, smells and tastes that other peoples find pleasant are usually unpleasant to trolls, and vice versa. Taste is subjective, but we can agree that 99% of humans would retch if they put a rotten egg in their mouth. Meanwhile, the average troll can--and will--happily devour it, and enjoy it much more than a fresh egg.

Because of this, trolls have developed many unique dishes that only their species can safely eat. I will warn you, some of the following text is really disgusting. So if you get grossed out easily, consider skipping the rest of the post.

With that said, let's take a look some of these troll-specific dishes from around the world!

Redge: A rotten egg slathered in bitter herbs.

Plopslop: The manure of a herbivorous animal, boiled down into a soup with half-composted vegetables added.

Grrsi: Fresh meat is inoculated with fly eggs, which hatch and partially digest the meat over time. The meat becomes infested with the fat grubs, which are the main attraction of the dish.

Urizluuk: The urine of a male goat, fermented for months in an alcoholic fruit broth. This is a popular drink dating back to ancient times.

Akwi: Raw fish heads, left to dry in the sun until they smell putrid. Sometimes akwi is made with clams or some other sealife instead.

Dukleka: Garlic is force-fed to rats over the course of many days, then rats are fed to a pig-hawk, which has its rear-end sewn shut. The garlicky rats ferment in its GI tract until the bird dies of bloat, then its stomach and intestines are removed and eaten as a delicacy.

Zlub: This is not a meal in itself, but a sauce made from boiled slug slime and rancid onions. It's added to other foods to give it a slimy, repulsive texture that trolls love.

Volzkriz: Animal blubber (traditionally from a walrus or whale) is boiled down into a liquid and then left to cool, forming a hard block of fat. This can be eaten fresh, but it said to taste better the more rancid it gets.

There are lots more, but I'm sure you get the idea...Even ogres, who can tolerate rancid corpses, will be sickened by some of the things on this list. This gives trolls a serious survival advantage over other species.

As for minotaurs, they are a lot less tolerant of rotten foods. However, they can tolerate tough fibers which are undigestible by most peoples. This includes things like raw grass, bark, and woody vegetation. Even trolls struggle to digest these fibers unless they compost them down to a softer form, but minotaurs can eat them fresh, no preparation needed. This is also quite a big survival advantage.

Minotaurs have quite an affinity for fresh grass, and some of them can get quite snobby about it. There are many debates about which type of grass is best for taste and health, and how best to prepare it. Cooked or raw? Some insist that cooking the grass is culinary heresy, and its subtle flavors should be enjoyed in their purest form as nature intended. There are common grasses which are considered "peasant food" and other, rarer species which are enjoyed by royalty.

Grass is a big meme in Etios Nation. Even the Etiosi make fun of themselves for their apparent cultural obsession with grass, and it certainly hasn't gone unnoticed by foreigners. "Go eat some grass" is a common insult hurled towards minotaurs worldwide.

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#ask #askcuisine #asktroll #askminotaur

[lellu]

What the fuck is an animorphs and why are you going insane about it

OOOHHHKAY. WELL.

animorphs is a childrens sci fi book series most people know best from the fucked up covers that feature children turning into animals. like so:

anyway behind these goofy late 90s-early 2000s covers is a devastating story about the horrors of war and the difficult moral decisions that the characters (who are like 13 at the beginning of the story, mind you) face while trying to save their planet from an invasion of brain-controlling slug aliens. and also goofy as hell things like instant maple oatmeal being a drug, god being an alien gamer, and an alien obsessed with cinnamon buns. there are 52 books in the main series each told from the pov of one of the six animorphs and several side books that provide more lore or supplementary adventures. featuring:

- jake, who is the leader and #1 killjoy ever and i always thought he was boring so i dont remember much about him

- rachel, gymnast shopping queen and ruthless murderer slash battle addict. absolute tragedy of a girl. imagine if sasha waybright was allowed to transform into a bear at will and commit murders on screen. if youre into oversimplification thats pretty close to rachel.

- cassie, animal lover and moral center of the group. people will gush about how animorphs makes you think about difficult moral quandaries and then call cassie annoying like shes not the reason we get that kind of introspection in the first place. girl is Literally always trying to do the right thing and Spoilers: she is right about A Lot. never trust a cassie hater

- marco, the platonic ideal of the sad clown. silly guy, full of jokery and stereotypical middle school boy-ness. also cynical and ruthless to the max and very interested in self preservation. where cassie is the voice of moral reason, marco is the voice of practical reason. his mom is dead so thats fun. hes also bi coded as hell

- tobias, loser bully magnet turned full-time bird boy. the trans animorphs fans have claimed him as our representative due to his perpetual identity struggles. he was my favorite as a kid alongside rachel hmmm i wonder why anyway i cant say much about him thats not spoilers but he's sad and trapped in this by destiny even more than the rest of them and i love him so goddamn much

- ax, blue scorpion tailed centaur stranded on earth who is the equivalent of a stereotypical elf. snobby and elitist bc of his species being composed of assholes but once the teen disillusionment sets in hes a good kid. and bc the andalites dont naturally have mouths, watching him play with word sounds and obsess over food is hilarious and kind of heartwarming in the best cheesy space-alien-meets-human-culture way

anyway the moral is u should read animorphs the pdfs are easy to find online there's a graphic novel series with a few books out now and im pretty sure theres also audiobooks (theres also a 1998 nickelodeon live action tv adaptation. dont watch it its bad and also it got cancelled before the books even finished coming out)

#animorphs #ask #thank u for the question duck. i love animorphs so much and i Did have the skeleton of an animorphs amphibia au started. i should revive it

[wannaseewhatshangin]

Dallas x “Jailbird” reader where they’re constantly getting in and out of jail together- and one day while they’re waiting for Darry to come bail them out Dallas decides to make a move 🫦🤠🤠

Of course! I love this! Also I just want to let y’all know. If any of my stories require pronouns, they will most likely be fem! If you don’t like it you can pretend the “she/her” pronouns are “they/them” ! Fem readers are just easier for me to write because I always mess up when I do Gn readers! I put they/them and then I put “she” or “her” and I end up forgetting about it! Because I’m so used to using fem pronouns and I hope I don’t offend anyone. Love y’all!

You were NOT new to the jail cell environment around you.

Snobby, arrogant, disgusting criminals in many different cells.

Some were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. With the wrong people.

You were a returning JD.

It was constant.

You were in the same gang as Dallas.

You knew about Dallas Winston.

And his criminal record.

In fact, he was your jail bird buddy.

The guards mostly gave up with both of y’all’s trouble making.

Y’all would talk from different cells.

You would be across the room from him.

And y’all would still find a way to talk.

So they end up making y’all cell mates.

“Back again, y/n?” The front office guard asked, not surprised.

You smiled sarcastically at him.

He was one of the nice ones.

“You know it, Dave.”

He chuckled.

“What did you do this time?”

You shifted your feet.

“Oh you know, just some big fight between that bitch across the street. She was talking shit about Ponyboy.”

You stuck up for your friends.

No matter the time of day.

“You’re a good kid, y/n. And I respect that you stick up for your friends. And I’m not even mad at you because I’ve heard about Brenda.”

“Y/n?!” You heard from a few cells down the hall.

You knew that voice anywhere.

You went and stood next the his cell, waiting to be put in there.

Dave chuckled at you.

“You two will be the death of me.” He said, laughing to himself as he put you in the cell and locked it.

You and Dallas threw peanuts that was in the cell, somehow. You threw them at the guards and laughed until your ribs were sore.

“All right. Come on, y/n, and make your call.” Dave said, opening your cell door.

You called Darry.

“How many more times will I have to get you two?” He said, obviously kinda pissed.

“I’m sorry, dar bear.” You said.

“It’s okay. Just make sure you’re more careful.”

You hung up and went back to the cell and sat next to Dallas.

He thought about it for a while before putting an arm around your shoulder.

You felt your face heat up.

“What are you doing, Dallas?”

He looked at you and smiled.

“Nothing. Just-“

He cut himself off.

You looked away.

He put a finger under your chin, making you look at him.

His eyes are so beautiful..

You brought yourself out of your trance.

Before you could process, he kissed you softly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you.”

He finally confessed.

Before thinking, you grabbed his face and kissed him.

“Two jailbirds. Hm. I saw it comin’.” Dave said, walking away from your cell.

Two jailbirds.

Perfect.

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #johnny cade #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade x reader #sodapop x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy x reader

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Sivvus fave season, animal, form of poetry and method of dealing with a rainy day?

The squeals of excitement that escape from me when I get asks about my Snobby Boy

Favorite Season: Spring! Fresh new energy bursting forth. Especially really early spring. Snowdrops pushing through the snow, tiny buds on trees. Potential, life, power, all striving for new beginnings amongst the retreating cold.

Favorite animal: This is a hard one! for wildshape, his favorite animal to turn INTO is probably a Long Hair Oriental Cat or a Secretary Bird. His favorite animal that he always loves seeing and enjoys having around... probably... Pleiades, his Celestial Charger (big white horse)

Rainy day: Sivvus loves the rain as long as it's under his control. He is a druid with the ability to shape the weather around him, so sometimes he's the CAUSE of a rainy day. But he doesn't like being drenched or otherwise rendered cold and wet.

He prefers to be inside, very close to the window, with a hot hot cup of herbal tea and a book 📖 . He keeps the windows nearby open so he can hear it and he LOVES the smell of rain on his garden. Sometimes he sets himself up on the balcony all bundled as long as the rain doesn't hit him so he can be closer to his plants and just feel their energy as they absorb the water. He loves raiiin

One thing though, he doesn't like talking when it's raining. He prefers listening. So if you come over to visit and it's raining, be prepared for quiet time

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #sivvus the snob #sivvus the fey prince #oc asks #thank you!

[idabbleincrazy]

Spike's Meme

Prompted over on LJ on the Nekkid_Spike comm. Did one for Spike, and one for Angel....

Spike:

1. Who is your biggest celebrity crush?

That bloke on Bones, David something…Christ, there's a shag I'm sure I'd never forget.

2. Name 3 things you've done that your parents would disapprove of.

Had sex outside of marriage, lots of it. Murdered, again, lots. And, I'm sure they'd have disapproved of my letting myself get turned into a bloodsucking demon.

3. Who is the one person who can always make you smile?

Fred. Sweet bird always knows how to cheer me up. Pure soul, that one.

4. What is your biggest fear?

Christ, you better not let Angel see this, or someone's gettin' their guts ripped out. I'm afraid of being alone, alright? Never could stand being on me own.

5. What is your favorite love song? And your favorite break-up song?

Oh, c'mon who wrote this poofy crap? Fine…A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, and Cryin' by Aerosmith. If Angel finds out about this, heads will roll.

6. What talent do you have that you think people would be surprised about?

Well, see, there's this thing I can do with my tongue…

7. What 3 things would you take to a desert island?

My smokes, a crateful of liquor, and a Keats book. 'Course, I'll be dead once the sun comes up, so…

8. What unpopular opinion do you hold?

Angel is not the golden boy everyone thinks he is. The demon's still there, it's just on a leash.

9. Have you ever called someone the wrong name during sex?

Whatever Harmony told you is a lie.

10. What are your feelings on clowns?

Look, don't know as how clowns are today, but when I was human, they always seemed like creepy pervs.

11. Is there something that you've always wanted to tell someone but been too scared to?

Yes, but I ain't tellin' you. I'll tell him her when he's she's ready to hear it.

12. Have you ever kissed someone that you really shouldn't have?

That first kiss with Harmony opened a whole can of worms. Oh, and probably shouldn't have kissed Xander that once, but the whelp was so bloody depressed, looking like a kicked puppy. It was reflexive. Donut boy didn't seem to mind too much, though.

13. What word or phrase do you absolutely dread hearing?

Gettin' real tired of the words 'get out'. One of these days I'll listen, and then he'll be sorry.

14. Have you ever been caught having sex?

Please, I lived with Angelus for nigh on two decades. Think the bloke got off on being caught out.

15. Finally, what makes you totally awesome?

Hello? Everything. It's me we're talking about here.

~~~~

Angel:

1. Who is your biggest celebrity crush?

Hedi Lamar. She's a vengeance demon now, did you know?

2. Name 3 things you've done that your parents would disapprove of.

If you asked my father, everything I've ever done is worthy of disapproval.

3. Who is the one person who can always make you smile?

I know who you're expecting me to say, and maybe that was true once, but the bloom is a bit off the rose these days. For Angelus, it was William. For me, it's Spike. He may irritate me to no end, but he knows how to get to me like no one else can. He's the only one who can pull me out of my funk anymore.

4. What is your biggest fear?

Losing my soul. If I did, I'd lose so much more along with it.

5. What is your favorite love song? And your favorite break-up song?

Ready to Take a Chance Again by Barry Manilow, and Mandy by Barry Manilow. Spike's not gonna see this, right?

6. What talent do you have that you think people would be surprised about?

Look, I might be shit at modern dance, but you don't spend over a century rubbing elbows with the snobby elite of Europe without knowing how to waltz.

7. What 3 things would you take to a desert island?

I'm a vampire. It doesn't matter what I bring to a desert island if I'm just going to end up as dust because there's no shade from the sun.

8. What unpopular opinion do you hold?

A soul doesn't stop you from being evil. It's a conscious choice you make every day of your life.

9. Have you ever called someone the wrong name during sex?

Uh, yeah…Darla wasn't very pleased about it either.

10. What are your feelings on clowns?

I think most of them are actually demons under all that makeup.

11. Is there something that you've always wanted to tell someone but been too scared to?

Yeah. I don't have to tell you though, do I? I really think he should hear it face to face.

12. Have you ever kissed someone that you really shouldn't have?

I suppose if I had only kissed people I should've kissed, none of this ever would have happened to me. I know I definitely shouldn't have kissed Sean O'Donoghue's fiancé. Or the butcher's daughter. Or half the population of Galway.

13. What word or phrase do you absolutely dread hearing?

Peaches.

14. Have you ever been caught having sex?

Heh. Next question, please.

15. Finally, what makes you totally awesome?

I mean, I don't know that I am, really. I try to be the best version of myself that I can be, but is that enough??

~~~~

@leatafandom

#spike #angel #meme format

[kylekozmikdeluxo]

Those Two Times BIONICLE and TOTAL DRAMA Came to My Rescue

#longpost likely incoming...

Some things have a weird significance in my life, whether it's stuff I genuinely enjoy or stuff I could just take or leave...

But, I just remembered something...

I was looking through some older videos of mine, and came across a few I did in the pit of the miserable summer that was mid-2020. And while watching these old videos to see what kind of editing I did, I was hit with intense flashbacks... Flashbacks that reminded me how confusing and scary those times were for me, amidst the pandemic and life seemingly not about to get better. Add to that, a lot of nationwide happenings, and seeing people around me devolve into parroting all the worst misinformation about the then-current political climate.

I had some other things going on at the time, too, that ranged from disheartening to outright terrifying... I'd say July/early August 2020 was where I had some serious anxiety attacks...

Conversely, I was uncorking a version of me that I kinda had suppressed through high school, and really dialed down during my weird snobby pseudo-adult college years. So, I was letting a wild unchained side of myself flourish again circa May-August 2020. I was writing and drawing and creating some wiiiiild stuff, stuff I hadn't genuinely enjoyed creating in a looooong while. I think a lot of this was due to not having to worry about a work schedule and other commitments, I was home all the time! So, I had all the time in the world to let my creativity flow like a dam had been burst.

And then meanwhile, all this unrest was going on, COVID was not lessening because people kept spreading it, misinfo was everywhere, TFG is king!!! The 2020 presidential election looming, threats of violence and voter suppression from the right- which eventually plateaued with the 1/6 attempted insurrection... And then there was something else that I won't specify, but something that was emotionally draining me and terrifying the fuck out of me around this time... To the point where I was worried I'd associate my weird wacko creative autistic side of myself with this very thing, and suppress it again out of fear... Reject it outright, even! But luckily, I closed off the problem and continued onward, I continued to write and draw the stuff I love to make...

But by mid-August of 2020, it was like I had made it out of a trip through some kind of hell. Battered and smashed, to borrow from the opening monologue of MAD MAX 2...

And around this time, I guess because I was in the mood for them or I was feeling kind of warm and cozy inside... I revisited two things I dig...

BIONICLE and TOTAL DRAMA...

Weirdly enough, I turned to both of those franchises when it came to bad periods in my life...

BIONICLE and I go way back. As in, when this very Lego line was first introduced in North America in the summer of 2001. My love affair with BIONICLE was a bit on and off afterwards. It was my whole jam throughout 2001, all the way into the fall/winter. (I got tons of Bonkle sets for my birthday and for Christmas.) Into early 2002 as well, I was writing fanfiction even. I was like "When I'm older, I'll make animated movies, and a BIONICLE movie will be one of them!" And I was writing that theoretical movie for some time!

(I still would LOVE to make animated movies, but right now, I'm putting my focus on making comics and graphic novels.)

Then I kinda put BIONICLE aside, and then got back into it, somewhat, in late 2002. When the Toa Nuva sets came out... I remember buying the new Gali Nuva set on my first-ever trip to New York City, got it at the FAO Schwartz!

Then I put the franchise aside, again... and then turned to it once more in late 2003... That was when... The first MOVIE came out. The direct-to-video Miramax release BIONICLE: MASK OF LIGHT... Plus, the arrival of many new sets: Takanuva, the Toa of Light. The Rahkshi. Plus, beasts like the Gukko bird and Pewku the crab. I bought the blue Rahkshi back then, and played around with the mini-CD that came with it. Back when PCs having a CD-ROM (!) drive was a big must... So, I was all about Bonkle again!

And in late 2003, I needed it... Because I was dealing with middle school pains (it was my first year), my paternal grandfather slowly dying after a stroke, various bullshit, and me just not being myself and having a lot of personal problems to work through. The franchise took a break after MASK OF LIGHT, and it later made its big return with the all-new prequel storyline set in a whole new location. That was in late 2004. Naturally, I was ready to go all-in: New movie, new characters, new sets, everything. But I'm getting ahead of myself here... BIONICLE, during the MASK OF LIGHT era, was like a warm blanket I could to turn to in late 2003. A special interest I could sink myself in. I was writing stories back then, too, so it naturally appealed to me with its colorful array of characters and its rich worldbuilding and lore. It's why all those BIONICLE Lore memes bring me so much joy. Other people were engulfed in this stuff, too!

Eventually, BIONICLE was off my radar by about late 2005 or so, as my brain drifted to other special interests.

So, enter 2008... I had finished sophomore year of high school in June 2008, an absolutely horrid semester for a multitude of reasons that I went over in other posts (particularly my 2-part post on my weird history with the MADAGASCAR movies), but... The short version? I was 15, depressed, feeling like I was the worst person, I was absolutely shook by a friendship turned sour and going on cutthroat message boards as my unrefined autistic self, I didn't have one of my close friends around to help me feel better about things, and my maternal grandfather was slowly dying after a disastrous hospital visit, I was getting wind that I wasn't straight and that horrified me... Yes, late 2007 going into early 2008 freakin' suuuuuucked.

(15 years later, the present... I'm openly queer. Please don't read that above sentence as me being upset that I'm not straight. I was back then because I was 15 and homophobia was rampant in its own peculiar way in 2008.)

And by summer 2008, there was a streak in me of sorts. That I aggressively wanted for things to get better, but the bad chemistry in my brain wasn't letting me- until I snapped out of it. (It also helped that this bummer mood was pissing off others around me, and some of them have HAD IT, and they sure let me know!) And by the end of August 2008... All those horrible, hateful, bad feelings... Were gone...

Yes folks, I remember when these things specifically happened... That's how my autistic analytical photographic memory works, for better or for worse...

So, around that time, a particular Canadian animated TV series had come to Cartoon Network in the United States... TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.

Now, when I caught wind of this show, I was like... "Total Drama? DRAMA? What has Cartoon Network come too???"

I had kinda given up on Cartoon Network sometime in mid-2007, a little after their president at the time - Jim Samples - got fired for the AQUA TEEN movie scare involving LED lights of the Mooninites hung around Boston that were thought to be bombs placed by terrorists throughout the city. (Yes, this actually happened. The W. Bush/immediate post-9/11 era was a weeeeeird time.)

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, Cartoon Network after Samples left. I was uninterested by then, and kinda stupidly nostalgic for what the network was prior to 2006/07. I was definitely more into [adult swim] by then, for sure! But, once in a while I'd pop on CN in early 2008 and see things like... SKUNK FU? MR. MEN? JOHNNY TEST, I think? When I wanted to see reruns of, say, ED EDD N' EDDY or even something like FOSTER'S HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS. Keep in mind, this was during sick days... And CN mornings during sick home from school days were... Also weird... Heck, I think one of the things I randomly watched on CN during a sick day was that CGI GARFIELD movie where he and Odie go to the real world. When you're 15, depressed, bored, and whatnot, you end up watching unlikely shit.

Again, I went off track... It's what I do, sorry. I'm a tangenter, for sure. I probably lost you, if I did, I apologize! Anyways... So, I see these listings for this "Total Drama" show and I'm like... This is what it's come to, huh?

I had caught glimpses of it, and thought... What are these characters? They're all terrible stereotypes! Ironic, coming from an actual 15-year-old at the time... But then, for whatever reason, I put it on... It was the episode "X-treme Torture". The one where Heather's top gets ripped off by the tree branch, and they show her blurred breasts...

And I was like, "Wait? This is on CARTOON NETWORK and not ADULT SWIM???" I had also seen that it was rated TV-PG, rare for a CN show back in the day. I was used to their stuff being either TV-G or TV-Y7 (sometimes with an FV)... So, it was a surprise to me, and I was intrigued. What 15-year-old wouldn't be? So I watched more of it, and found myself quite enjoying it for its fun characters, weird humor, and... Well, I also had crushes on several of the contestants back then, too, haha. In true form, my favorite was probably Gwen, the goth girl. Yeah, I'm one of those sadsacks who always had a cliched love for goth gals. Loved goth gals then, and I love goth women now. It didn't begin with Gwen, for sure, but she was a major part of it all no less.

So, yeah, I really dug TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND. I even looked up uploads of the original Canadian version on YouTube at the time, to see all the cuss words we didn't get in the stinky states. (The butchering of Lindsay going off on Heather in 'That's Off The Chain' is a work of censorship that astounds me - in all the wrong ways - to this day.) I largely kept this love for the show secret, and eventually I kinda forgot about it over time. I didn't really check out TOTAL DRAMA ACTION much when it was airing in spring 2009-ish, the rest passed me by. I briefly checked out ALL-STARS for a bit. There's a new season that's been out... Only in Italy, apparently. "Short Run in Peru", haha.

But in mid-to-late 2008, I was all-in on TOTAL DRAMA...

And, I got back into BIONICLE around the fall of 2008! I didn't follow any of the new stuff, I strictly stuck to the 2001-2004 era BIONICLE stuff. Mata Nui era and early Metru Nui era. I rewatched the first two movies, and I had a blast. It was fun to dig out my old sets. (Which are now in my studio.)

...

So then, fast-forward... August 2020... Coincidentally...

For whatever reason, I decided to revisit TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND... And BIONICLE...

When I revisited TOTAL DRAMA, I was struck by just how genuinely funny and entertaining it was, how sharp the voice acting is (Christian Potenza in particular, like he's having a ball as Chris McLean), and I even found something to appreciate in its often-criticized art style. Its slow pace, the reality show format, how it parodies the genre and also embraces its most entertaining elements (making for what is perhaps the *best* reality show? Leave it to animation to make a genre I generally dislike into something enjoyable), the summer island vibes, its looseness... Like, there's something kinda cozy about it. Later seasons are a little faster and a little more hectic, I feel.

And when I was re-watching TDI, along with the cheesy direct-to-DVD BIONICLE movies, all felt right in the world circa August-September 2020ish. In a sort-of weird, maybe not nostalgic way, but in a cozy and comfortable way. One is a good vibes show, the other is a cool lore-packed action-adventure with colorful robots. They're both big hits with me, that's for sure.

Maybe I'll pop the lid off of both pretty soon... It's August 2023, and life's been rough for me once more... I moved out earlier this year, I'm trying to find a really good job (my work situation right now is kinda mixed), anti-LGBTQIA+ shit continuously brings me down as I grapple with being openly queer and having to deal with a good chunk of my family being very conservative, I have rent to pay now, and groceries too, and it's ahhhhhhh!

Maybe August is made for TOTAL DRAMA and BIONICLE...

Isn't it weird how life repeats certain verses and choruses?

#bionicle #total drama #personal post #random thoughts #anecdotes or whatever #autistic #autism #infodumping #infodump

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello darling 😩💕

Can i request some domestic married life headcanons for TRE?

Thank you and habe a great day!!

Rashta X Navier and Sovieshu X Heinry domestic head-canon

Rashta x Navier

Rashta fell for the empress at first sight, but she believed very later on when she saw Alan at the ball and thought about her life as a slave.

Rashta would try to learn etiquette and manners just so she could empress Navier.

When Rashta finally confessed Navier broke down crying thinking it was another one of her wretched dream.

Rashta would always kiss Navier in the morning, and they’re the only reason why Navier gets through the day of stupid royal duties.

Rashta and Kosair can actually get along really well; they’re best friends, so Navier X Rashta is actually a best friend’s sibling type of troupe.

Rashta would often have Navier on her lap when they are cuddling at night, as Navier describes her day and how she despises those snobby ladies who pretend to like her.

Rashta is one of the people who can make Navier laugh loudly, Navier’s laugh is kind of ugly yet beautiful at the same time, but Rashta is head over heels for her laugh.

They both have a garden of rare lilies and tulips, where Navier looks after them because she has a green thumb.

Rashta loves to have Navier on her lap, while Navier is doing her work.

If their relationship took place in modern world, Navier would enjoy wearing hoodies without anything under them, so Rashta can keep her hands under her hoodie to keep them warm.

Heinry X Sovieshu

Heinry actually denied having a crush on Sovieshu because he thought that he was supposed to fall in love with Navier.

It took a lot of convincing from Rashta, McKenna and Ergi’s side to make him realize that he was indeed in love with the emperor instead of the empress.

Sovieshu actually like to bird watch sometimes, so when he saw a gold bird with purple eyes, he tried to get on it’s good side to get him to be near him, unbeknownst to him, it actually Heinry.

Once Sovieshu found out Heinry can turn into a bird, it would easier for them to meet each other as nobody really enters Sovieshu’s room with knocking.

They both go on horse rides for dates and sometimes visit different boutiques to try on clothes and see which fits the other best.

Heinry often decorates Sovieshu’s hair with clips and hair-dresses, because well his black hair and he himself look pretty in them.

If they both had a troupe, it would be rivals to lovers, top tier troupe for these two handsome men.

They both secretly named a few stray kittens and birds, who visits them in the morning and they always feed them their breakfast too.

Sovieshu has actually met Heinry’s brother and his brother actually thinks that Sovieshu is a better husband for Heinry than Navier because Heinry would always unconsciously rant about Sovieshu and how amazing he is.

Whenever Sovieshu cries about something, he hides inside Heinry’s shirt for comfort, while they both are cuddling.

He loves to wear Heinry’s shirt, sweaters, coats, pants, literally anything in general.

Spicy: Rashta X Navier

Navier is honestly too shy to say what she wants, but Rashta knows everything about her anyways.

Rashta always leaves deep purple and red bite mark and hickeys, only at places where Navier can’t see, but everyone else can.

Navier is generally loud with her moans, but she has quiet and soft whimpers.

Rashta is generally very eager for anything Navier wants but she loves to finger Navier over anything else, just the sight of her stoic and cold lover being a mess with a drooling face and trying to hide her adorable whimpers as she just thrusts her long finger in her soft cunt.

Navier often wears lingerie under her clothes and tease Rashta all the time, and to add to that she wears conservative clothes, to make it absolutely impossible for a glimpse of anything underneath it.

Navier is often stressed, so Rashta always goes rough to get everything off her mind and to make sure Navier has nothing on  her mind except Rashta.

Rashta also likes to eat Navier out, Navier always has a gentle yet strong grip on Rashta’s hair, so whenever Rashta goes too hard, Navier pulls onto them to warn her.

Rashta gets particularly horny during her periods and since Navier probably doesn’t get them, she is always happy to help her.

Sometimes Navier has to push Rashta away, otherwise Rashta will just continue to the point she is too overstimulated.

Rashta also like put hickeys on Navier’s boobs, just to remind her of the amazing time they both had. ;p

Pet names for Rashta are mistress and mommy, while pet names for Navier are baby girl, sweetie and bunny.

Spicy: Heinry X Sovieshu

After sex, Heinry is a god of aftercare with cuddles, kisses and a warm bath ready for Sovie.

Heinry is most likely being rough due to being jealous of how so many girls try to sleep with Sovieshu for popularity.

Sovieshu is so loud with his moans and whimpers and once Navier walked in on them and had to ask Rashta to help her.

Heinry makes sure to take his time while removing Sovieshu’s clothes, while he is needy to see his shy boyfriend ask for things he wants, with a pleading look.

Heinry often leaves marks which are easily noticeable and in places where everyone can see.

Heinry always goes soft at first and then starts to go rough, when he knows that Sovieshu can take it.

Sometimes Sovieshu give hand-jobs to Heinry from under the table during a dinner, while watching him struggle to compose and not expose himself, it so fun to watch for Sovie. Sovieshu also keeps asking Heinry question which require him to speak and everybody is confused as to why the king of Western kingdom is tense and not speaking much.

Sovieshu gives blow-job to Heinry, when Heinry is stressed or horny. Cause in his eyes what is better than making sure your lover is releasing their stress thanks to you making them feel better.

Now edging and spanking are some ways Heinry punishes Sovieshu when he gets too bratty and annoying.

Pets names for Heinry are Sir and master, while pet names for Sovieshu are princey, darling and sweetheart.

I strangled my last few brain-cells to come up with a few more spicy head-canons because it's so hard to write for them when there so little material and why can't I find a damn tag for this post.

#Navi⌗writes⌗ #remarried empress x reader #manhwa x reader #the remarried empress #remarried empress webtoon #navier #rashta #tre #TRE headcanons #remarried empress #Remarried Empress headcanons #rashta x navier #manhwa imagines #sovieshu x heinry #sovienry #rashavier #navier trovi #navier x rashta #sovieshu

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I rewatched TSG 1949 today, so have some random thoughts expanded on the notes from last year's viewing that I never had the energy to convert to something coherent.

The opening credits play over a shot of the locked garden and then hands opening the door (Mary's, identifiable by a ring she's seen to wear later). The score makes the garden seem quite ominous and establishes a dark tone.

The opening scene is from the POV of the officers investigating the Lennox home and discussing cholera and death, and the first shot is of vultures overhead, a contrast to the much friendlier bird who will appear later. In case the opening music didn't get the message across that This Is A Dark Movie.

Mary's parents are not given first names in the book, so adaptations frequently give them names. Here her father is "John Lennox." No longer a Captain?

Mary is introduced singing and surrounded by extravagant dolls. The former foreshadows her singing later for Colin, and the latter is visual shorthand for Bratty Little Girl (and a lot of adaptations use it, despite the book's making clear that Mary has no more interest in dolls than she does in people.)

Mary’s characterization here is shrill, snobby, and outspoken. Margaret O'Brien nails it, of course, but it's not much like the Mary of the book, who starts off eerily cold and detached when not angered. I can't imagine her, for instance, loudly spouting classist remarks about other children and getting in a fight with them without provocation--which happens in this movie.

Mary’s relationship with her parents is vague? She tells an officer that they're always going away, and apparently she wasn't allowed in the front of the house, but she seems to have been around her mother enough to be able to quote a bigoted opinion of hers. She later explains that her mother "never let anyone see me because I wasn't pretty." The officer is surprised to learn that the Lennoxes had a child at all but also tries to console Mary on the news of her parents' death by saying that he knows how much Mary and her mother must have loved each other. It seems roughly comparable to how the book establishes it, but with more of an emphasis on Mrs. Lennox rejecting her daughter based on her looks rather than just not wanting a child at all.

Misselthwaite has an emphatically Gothic atmosphere, highlighted by plenty of darkness and people walking around with whole candelabra. This Is A Dark Movie.

Martha's chief characterization is that she's perpetually laughing. I assume this is as a contrast to Mary, or perhaps an attempt to make her comic relief, but the effect is rather one-note.

The first glimpse of Mr. Craven is him on a balcony looming over the distant sight of Mary leaving the house, He's seen from behind, with emphasis on his deformed back, and ominous music plays. This Is A Dark Movie.

For purposes of convenience, the robin is now a raven (played by a bird named Jimmy, who appeared in many movies of this era, including You Can't Take It with You, The Wizard of Oz, and It's a Wonderful Life), and Mary is initially antagonistic to him, not fascinated as her book counterpart is with the robin.

Dickon shows up on the first day, tells Mary all about the garden, and gives her the skipping rope (taking over a little of Marth's role in the book). Mary is also antagonistic to him.

“I’m not hungry, I’m just eating. Get me another biscuit,” Mary tells Martha after her first day out. LOL!

There's an emphasis on darkness and shadow in the manor's interior, especially in the dreamlike sequence of Mary's opening door after door into a series of rooms trying to get away from Martha and ending up at Colin's door. This Is A Dark Movie.

Mary’s first sight of her uncle is as he is leaving the room of a screaming Colin, and he wants to see her shortly afterward. This sets him up as apparently the sort of person who leaves screaming children in his wake and makes her meeting him more tense.

As she enters, the drink in his hand and the decanter on the table are highlighted. The camera shifts to Mary's direct POV (as if it were her eyes) as he speaks to her. He is characterized as depressed, erratic, and probably an alcoholic. Any kindly traits of his book counterpart are all but absent, and he creepily tells Mary, his ten-year-old niece, "I had hoped you might be beautiful." He tells her this twice. This Is A Dark Movie.

[yikes]

Ben is the head gardener now because why not. Now that this scene is taken from the one in the book, Mary is fascinated by the bird this time.

In the book, when Colin first meets Mary, he asks her "in a half-frightened whisper," "Are you a ghost?" The movie's Colin calmly informs her, “You’re a ghost,” and that will tell you all you need to know about the direction taken with his characterization. He has a clinical, smugly superior attitude when he's not being emotionally volatile. It's not necessarily...wrong for the character? but feels off to me and I can't pinpoint why.

Mary informs him that she thinks he's "crazy," both him and his father. This adaptation has more of an emphasis on the Cravens as (potentially?) mentally unstable than any other, I think.

An elderly Mrs. Sowerby makes a brief appearance when Mary goes to her cottage! Mary thanks her for the skipping rope and asks if Dickon will speak to her. It's a very minor scene, and Mrs. Sowerby plays no further role, but it's nice to see Mary get to have a pleasant interaction with her. Especially in a movie with this tone.

“What good's a secret if there’s no one to tell?” Mary says to Dickon. This version of her is not at all withdrawn or secretive.

Out of all the children, Dickon's characterization seems to come closest to his book counterpart: he's pleasant, friendly, good with animals, and genuinely excited about getting into the garden. Nothing mysterious or mystical about him. He's just a really nice, sweet kid and a good friend. Very accurate.

This is the only version that I'm aware of in which Mary does not discover the garden alone. She and Dickon find it together. She asks him to open the door, but he gives her back the key so she can do the honors.

There's a murder mystery angle: Mary and Dickon find the fallen tree branch on a chair in the garden, and the possibility is raised that Mr. Craven might have killed his wife. Which is probably why the film has established him as erratic and ominous. This Is A Dark Movie.

"Dickon...did you really meant what you said about how I'm not so bad-looking?" Mary asks shyly. Why is this film so preoccupied with Mary's looks? The equivalent line in the book, I think, is when she asks if he likes her. Quite a difference.

Mary as a grandiose liar spinning tall tales to her cousin and Colin as a conniving manipulator who stages his tantrums: entertaining characterizations, not especially in keeping with the characters of the book.

The screenwriter seems to be of the opinion that the best way to convey that a child is bratty is have them say, “I hate you, I hate you” constantly.

Colin's doctor is portrayed as coddling and smothering, keeping Colin wearing leg braces and ordering that the windows stay closed. This version of the character is not a relative set to inherit if Colin dies, so the motive here is less clear. But Colin in this version does not seem to play an active role in holding himself back from recovery.

The tantrum scene is played for comedy. It is indeed entertaining. Very different in tone from Burnett's, but amusing. ...This Is A Dark Movie?

Mary points out that Colin is proud of his expectation of dying since it makes him feel special and different and that he uses it as a tool to get his way. And she's not wrong?

He develops a gentler, more vulnerable and childlike manner post-tantrum. The smugly superior attitude completely vanishes.

There's a rather slapstick moment in which the doctor comes while Dickon and his animals are visiting Colin and the raven steals the doctor's toupee. ...This Is A Dark Movie?

The grand doctor from London (called Dr. Fortescue here) makes an appearance and sensibly diagnoses the issue but is shouted down by Colin's doctor.

Colin announces that he wants to go outdoors and will make himself difficult if they try to stop him, and Medlock and the doctor are somehow shocked that he is having the audacity to speak to them like this.

Before entering the garden, he tries to walk to the door but falls down and sobs, and here ends any further attempt to stand until the end.

There are no scenes of the children working in or restoring the garden. After Mary and Dickon find it, the next time it appears is when Colin visits, and it is colorful and blooming as if by magic. The switch to Technicolor is an effective choice.

In contrast to the joyful tone of the line in the book, this Colin utters a solemn “I shall live forever, I shall live forever.” still with the mark of tears on face from the failed walking attempt.

Dr. Fortescue visits Mr. Craven to follow up on the recent visit to Colin, and there's a discussion of Mr. Craven's mental health. He admits, “For ten years, my sanity has been a matter of...shall we say, touch and go.” We're meant to see him as not merely depressed and grieving but also unstable, perhaps dangerously so. There's also some frustrated remarks from him on his disability...and that's more to unpack than I can get into here.

Fortescue, the resident psychoanalyst, tells him, “You transferred your longing to die to your own son.” As in many adaptations, Colin's issues are primarily attributed to his father.

We see the children again in the garden, but they're not working, just discussing the changes in them and the adults' suspicions (which we don't see in action).

Ben shows up not to be shocked at the sight of Colin but to warn the children to get out of the garden lest Mr. Craven find them.

(No standing in indignation, no learning to walk--this is where the 2020 film gets that take.)

Dickon has an off-screen conversation with Ben, which he relays to the other children. It's confirmed that Mr. Craven didn't kill his wife. Like any of us actually thought he might have. This Is A Dark Movie.

Then it turns into Mary saying she won't be able to understand her uncle's grief until she gets older, then declaring she doesn't want to grow up. Colin reminds her of a story she told me about a secret garden that only children could see and says, "It's a long time till we're grown-up. We're going to be happy. Nothing is going to happen to our garden. No one will ever know."

So they seem to be going for the garden as a symbol of childhood innocence or something, but I'm not sure how this thematically fits with anything else that the film has presented.

Colin and his father then have a conversation, which changes the nature of their relationship and diminishes the ending scene as a reunion. Mr. Craven interrogates his son about his going outdoors and what he does and talks about taking him to Italy and not coming for a long time, because Misselthwaite is going up for sale. Colin starts to have a tantrum but just breaks down and cries.

His father tells him, “I can no more cure your poor body than you can cure my mind,” but he wants them to be happy together while there's time. "I owe you everything a father owes a son," he says.

(I am very confused by this. What are these arcs.)

The potential buyer for the manor tips inadvertently tips Mr. Craven off to goings on in the garden. There is no letter, no "In the garden" dream.

Mr. Craven is violent to Mary when he enters the garden, pushing her aside when she tries to plead with him.

Colin spontaneously walks to his father, begging him not to sell the garden and falling into his arms--and everything is magically fine with father and son now. The estate won't be sold.

All three children feature in the ending, telling Mr. Craven about the garden. “Thou may help us too,” says Mary, handing her uncle the key before the credits roll.

It's a watchable movie, it really is, but I struggle with how much the characterizations deviate from the book. It really does change the story thematically, especially the darker take on Mr. Craven that introduces issues that shouldn't be resolved as smoothly as the ending indicates. But the performances from the children are very good, and the switch from black and white to color is an effective choice that only a film from this era could have pulled off. Not my favorite adaptation, but hardly the worst either.

#The Secret Garden

[picapicamagpie]

Time to spill some more headcanons all over the place below v v

🪶Cadence cannot cook for crap, while Klaus is quite good at it. He resolves to teach her after horrifyingly learning that she lives mostly off take aways and ready meals

🪶Birds don’t taste spice, so Cadence regularly eats the spiciest of food unknowingly. Once Klaus teaches her how to prepare salads, he regretfully learns this

🪶Cadence is your typical insecure mess who tries to hide it behind her ego. Raised in a less fortunate family, she dreamed of Redshore as if it were a fairy tale. It falls apart quite spectacularly when she gets there as she always pushes for more. Most everything she does is out of a desire to be loved, though she often self-sabotages her own efforts as she feels undeserving. She takes the message of “achieve your dreams!” too literally and will often stop at nothing to get what she wants, often at the expense of others. Klaus ends up being the only one she couldn’t throw aside. I think Klaus just doesn’t mesh well with a perfect adorable sweetheart, he needs someone as “problematic” as he is. Cadence is elegant, determined, and sophisticated, but deep down she is manipulative and cunning, but even deeper down she has a good heart. Mostly. Like Klaus, it just takes a while to reach it

🪶Proboscis monkeys are great swimmers so Klaus used to be into swimming, back in his prime

🪶The reason Klaus is so hard on his students is multifaceted - he had a strict upbringing himself and truly believes this is the only way to get good. He also had to retire as a dancer early, becoming a choreographer instead. I’m 50/50 on whether he’s hard on his students out of jealousy, or out of desire to see them take the opportunities he never got. Maybe a mixture of both

🪶Cadence and Klaus often go to museums, ballet, and opera together. Cadence can’t really get into opera but she tries to enjoy it for Klaus. I think they would absolutely do something snobby like wine tasting together. They both love classical music, and Cadence also likes jazz

🪶Klaus was particularly hard on Johnny because, in his eyes, Johnny had not earned his place there. All the other students, like Ryan, had trained hard to get into his class while Johnny was there simply because he’s in tight with the boss (Buster, who himself was in tight with Jimmy at the time). Additionally, dance - the craft he dedicated his life to - was being treated like something easy and rather trivial; “here’s this kid who’s never danced in his life, but he can learn it all in a couple of weeks!” I imagine Klaus felt his craft was being insulted, but couldn’t take his anger out on Buster or Jimmy at risk of being sacked, so Johnny got his wrath. (I’m not excusing how Klaus acted, because it was unprofessional af, this is just how he might have seen it)

🪶Both of them were bullied in their youth. Klaus was for his appearance (his size and his nose), and Cadence for being poor and magpies being... generally disliked birds. Magpie supersition/stereotypes range from being sneaky thieves, to murderers, to some places believing the magpie is literally the devil in bird form

🪶Cadence absolutely hates costume jewellery (when glass is coloured to look like gemstones). Probably because the thought of something cheap and commonplace imitating something expensive and valuable hits a little too close to home?

🪶Klaus is extroverted but fine with his own company. Cadence is also extroverted but more insecure, needing the company of others more often

🪶Klaus doesn’t open up to people easily and his grumpy attitude is how he is most of the time; Cadence sees his softer side only because she’s known him for over a decade, the two having been co-stars

🪶Cadence doesn’t actually hang out with the Moon troupe that much, she mostly hangs around rehearsals to watch Klaus teach

🪶Klaus and Cadence bring out both the best and worst in each other. They each inspire the other to do better and be better animals, but they’ll also egg each other on. I imagine that when Klaus was upset about Johnny, Cadence was 100% “oh yeah you have every right to be upset, I would be. You should do something about it.”  Or if Cadence is upset, Klaus will be like “you should try to steal their role” and Cadence will be all “yeah you’re right”

🪶The prejudices around magpies continue to bother her, and though she loves Klaus, she worries that their status as an interspecies couple will effect their future e.g. adopting kids

#long post lol #cadence #sing #sing 2 #sing oc #sing 2 oc #self ship #self insert #klaus kickenklober #sing headcanons