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thebibliosphere · 8 months

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Hi there, ive come from your post about ADHD and emotional disregulation, firstly thank you so much for putting it into words, its such a complicated part of how i deal with emotions and i havent ever been able to articulate how to why.

Secondly, in that post you mentioned how you've used stress as a motivator and how eventually your stress regualtion broke, i was wondering if you'd be willing to talk about that? (If not, its not a problem)

I feel like the same thing has happened to me but until i read your post i had no idea that something had... snapped? I suppose? I struggle with motivation all the time and in the past id have a week or a few days left and id be able to suddently push myself very hard to complete whatever it is before the deadline, just barely making it in most cases. However now it seems that i can't find that motivation anymore, deadlines come and pass and i can't being myself to work on anything, and i just end up spiralling into shame and guilt. That motivation was the only thing that I was able to rely on sometimes for things like uni, and i conviced myself that it was just me growing lazy or trying to get out of responsibility as to why the "last minute panic-mode" doesnt work anymore.

Again, if you don't wanna tackle this can of worms or if it's something youd rather not post online i totally get it, its no biggie! thanks so much for making the original post as well, it means a lot

Hello friend, thanks for the message. I'm sorry you're also dealing with this.

The good news here is that I've already talked about this using the rubber band analogy my therapist gave me. (Stress is like a Rubber Band)

If you don't have the mental bandwidth to read all of it now, the tl;dr is "stress is like a rubber band; it can stretch to hold numerous things in place when you need to, but if you do it too often or keep adding more and more strain under the band, the elastic eventually becomes brittle and snaps, taking your mental and sometimes physical health with it too."

I've been in intensive therapy for this for roughly three years now, and trying to piece my brain back together after my last bout of stress-induced productivity gave me a total mental breakdown.

It's... odd not being able to use stress and having to actively avoid it to avoid a relapse. But it is doable. Medication would help, but alas, I've got weird health issues and am unmedicated at the minute.

(And just in case that sparks anyone to go, "Oh, you do all this unmedicated! Wow, that's so inspiring!" as sometimes parents do to me on here as they then tell me they don't want to medicate their kids, I've unfortunately also written a post about what that kind of success looks like from an unmedicated perspective and the kind of suicidal ideation I deal with on the regular because I cannot take meds. It is not pleasant reading, but it is necessary for some folks, specifically anti-med, "if you just tried harder" people.)

A book you may find helpful is Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle, by Emily and Amelia Nagoski. It was very validating for me to read about other people going through the same things, and made me feel less of a "this is a personal failing on my part" and more of a "Oh okay yeah, no stress literally breaks people."

It helped soothe some of my own internalized "I just need to try harder" and helped cement me on the path I was already going down with my ADHD therapist toward changing how I view myself and how I manage my ADHD.

I hope that helps! If you've got more specific questions or I didn't touch on something in my old post, I can try to answer them :)

#chronic health tag #adult adhd #adhd

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takenbypeter · 11 months

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Could I request prompt number 15 with Peter Maximoff? He meets the reader when he’s about to get in trouble for something he almost certainly did, and the reader just rocks up unasked and out of nowhere to provide him with a plausible alibi. The reader has somewhere else to be, so they have to rush off, but it’s pretty obvious to everyone in the vicinity that they’ve made quite the impression on one Peter Maximoff.

Convenience Store Crush

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1102

Number 15: “they said my crush on you is obvious.”

Authors note: I totally forgot bout the running off part and the end of your ask so I do apologize for that but I hope u still like it

“How are you?” Asked a frequent buyer. She was an older lady who would come into the small corner store where you worked every week.

It was always the same faces in this small town. The same faces asking the same tired questions and you were honestly over it.

“Eh, same old, same old,” you replied scanning her few items.

“Sometimes that’s not so bad,” she said and as you were about to politely counter the doorbell went off signaling new customers entering.

You watched as a small group of people, seemingly around your age walked in followed by a gray haired guy. The guy looked in your direction for a mere moment before nonchalantly following his friends. He was another of your regulars…well sorta. He’s been coming in every week just to roam around but as always you let it go because you truly did not care.

They looked like a strange and colorful bunch together, it was obvious they were mutants. But you didn’t mind, personally you thought the whole idea of having powers was unique, sometimes you even wished you had some but alas you didn’t. Pushing that thought out of your mind you went back to your business cashing out your current customer.

“Have a good day,” you said as you waved with a cheesy smile, although you didn’t necessarily enjoy this job you considered all your smiles to be genuine. You waited bored as this was typically one of the dead hours on your shift.

As you laid there hunched over the counter you heard a commotion close by.

Growing curious you left your post and head to the noise and as you neared you began to pick up your manager's voice.

“I don’t know how you’re doing it but I know you’re doing it,” said your manager.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem here?” Asked a woman's voice. You peeked out from behind the next aisle as you began to match voices to faces.

“You bet there’s a problem! Every time this young man comes in, something goes missing! At least ten snacks go missing and a sign always goes missing.”

The red haired girl turned to the gray haired boy, while he automatically put his hand up in defense, “I have never stolen anything from here in my life, I swear.”

“Oh I don’t believe that for a second you’re out! You’re all out!”

“Actually, he’s telling the truth,” the group’s eyes fall to you as you come out from your hiding spot, “when he came in last week, he bought something. I cashed him out.” Now was that the truth? Not necessarily. The fact is he’s actually only bought something twice from your store and was that last week? No, but you didn’t care.

Your manager turned to him still accusingly but you continued before she could start again, “are you going to throw out a whole group of paying customers just because you think one guy is stealing? You don’t even have evidence!”

Your manager's hand went down into a fist as she glared at the group and she walked up to you before stopping, “if I catch him stealing, you’re outta here with them,” she whispered before pushing past you.

With your nightmare manager gone you turn back to the small group of friends, “sorry about that, please continue shopping,” you said leaving them be and returning to your post.

It wasn’t that long before they came up to you to get rang up. You went through them one by one and honestly every one of them seemed genuine.

Then came the last one.

The gray haired one.

He only had three items in his hand, “is this all for today?” You asked.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Picking them up you began scanning them. He took the opportunity to talk to you, “and thanks for what you did…earlier.”

“It’s no problem,” you respond, without taking your eyes off the scanner and his items.

“Do you believe me?” He asks.

“Nope. I know you did it,” you said, tone stating it in a matter of fact manner. “And I know you all are a part of the X-men. You? You’re the speedy one.”

“Quicksilver,” he corrected and you finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes which widened in the slightest.

“…But other’s know me as Peter Maximoff.”

“Am I "others "?"

Peter’s lips tug a little beginning to shape into a small smug little smile, “you can be, yes.”

“Well Peter Maximoff, is that why you come every week? To loot?”

Peter’s eyes looked up and to the side while his lips stuck out in thought, “mostly, I also come to see you,” he looked confident for just one second before he immediately made a face, “was that as creepy as it sounded because hearing it out loud sounded very creepy. If it did I most definitely am sorry.”

A smile now pulled on your lips, “…yes it was definitely creepy…but also weirdly sweet.”

“Ahem,” you heard a cough from behind him, no doubt coming from his group of friends that have been watching the whole thing. You watched as his friend, who wore red-tinted glasses nodded with his head in your direction. While you two stared at the group you failed to notice Peter’s hand behind the counter that was so obviously waving them off and at that signal you watched the red haired girl pull the guy with glasses’ arm before the rest followed after. You watched as they all left the store leaving behind just you and Peter.

“Right, so my friends…they say my crush on you is obvious, so I figured I’d come in here and just ask you out.”

“Oh…so is that your way of asking me?”

His eyes squinted as he let out a drawn out, “yeeesss?”

“Well if that’s your way of asking me out then no I will not go out with you.”

Peter’s lips pressed together as he put cash on the table and put his items in his hand.

“But, my shift is done at seven. if you come back then with a real way of asking, then maybe I’ll go out with you.”

Peter’s lips spread into an honest smile.

“But take it easy, some people need their jobs.”

“Right, sorry bout that.”

“Oh not me, I’m planning on quitting anyways but some other people.”

He let out a light chuckle, “right! Okay, see you at seven,” he said, almost dropping one of his items before he shoved the door to leave.

Suddenly this job just made your life a little bit more interesting.

Dialogue Prompt 2

#peter maximoff imagine #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff fanfiction #peter maximoff fanfic #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver fanfiction #quicksilver imagine #quicksilver fanfic #xmen fanfic #xmen fanfiction #xmen imagine #xmen x reader #request #requests #dialogue prompt 2 #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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luimagines · 8 months

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I read one of the asks about the Links wanting to court reader, and Four's got me thinking. Cause being tall IS such a big thing nowaday, but like, what about the short kings (and queens) and the average height peeps. Anyways I wrote this based on that :)

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"He's a little short for my taste." "Nuh uh, Y/n you could do so much better." Bringing your boyfriend to meet your friends was a mistake, you had hoped they would keep their comments concerning his height to themselves, but alas, they were back at it again with their short shaming. Four wasn't even here to defend his honor, part of you was relieved he wasn't there to here the rude remarks, the other was disgusted that they were making them behind his back. So you did your best to quiet their voiced opinions, "Please, I find his height cute. There's plenty to him besides physical attractiveness anyways, although he's definitely not lacking in that department. He's cunning and witty, he's such a sweetie it's adorable, he's an accomplished blacksmith and his handiwork is highly revered where he's from. HE'S highly revered where he's from and-" "Okay okay, we get it. All we're saying is that you could do better hon," one of your friends interrupt with. "I beg to differ," you mumble under your breath, absolutely done with your friends.

Later that day Four walks into his house to see you sprawled on his couch. "Y/n?? Weren't you out with your friends?" "Hmm? Yeah, I left early though, got tired of their rude comments. Hi by the way, sorry 'bout crashing at your place, I just needed to get away for a bit y'know?" You drowsily answered once you realized it was Four speaking. Four frowned at your words as he moved to sit beside you on the couch, jumping on you instead when you refused to scooch over, causing you to squawk in suprise. It didn't take long for the two of you to get comfy after Four was finished laughing at your misfortune. "What were they talking about that made you so upset?" Four asked as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, said actions causing you to relax against him. "Wha- oh," you dumbly replied, stiffening up at the mention of your friends. After a moment of hesitation you continued, "They were making comments about your height. Talking about how short you were and saying I could do better or whatever, just a bunch of crap." Four stayed quiet for a bit, you began to get worried you said too much, but before you could say anything Four spoke, "They're not wrong you know. I am pretty short, and you deserve so much better than-" "Shshshshshsh, nuh uh, nope, stop right there, shush." "But-" "Shhhhhhh," you interrupt again, "Are you short? Yes, absolutely, and I love you all the more for it. It suits you. But under no circumstances am I to here you say that I deserve more than you, am I understood?" Four simply nodded, to suprised to actually say anything. "I left early to get away from hearing that. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and the best thing that ever will happen. No one could make me happier and nothing could make me love you more than you being you Link." The two of you sat there quietly, gears obviously turning in Four's head. "Thank you," he whispered softly, "You have no idea how much that means to me, I love you so much." "I know, I love you too."

Oh that's cute!! <3 :)

Thank you so much for sharing. That was lovely.

I say we should acknowledge shortness more- as someone who is short. (But I have to be honest- mostly in guys. No one questioned it if the girl is the short one) XD

Perfect. Love it.

#pinky replies #anon stories #someone remind me to put this on the masterlist #class is starting lol

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staroaming · 1 year

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Silent Running

Vash x Reader - Suffering from a chronic illness, you are found passed out in the dunes by Vash and Wolfwood.

The desert heat beats down on your shoulders, heavy as iron weights, thick as a blanket. You huff and wipe at your brow with the back of your hand, wondering for the umpteenth time if you should have just stayed and waited everything out. But the thought of wasting time didn’t bode well and now...you’re here. You frown and glance up at the sky, squinting at just how bright it is. Your knees are weak and wobbly, your stomach twisting with the need for some sort of sustenance, your head pounding and pounding- You curse and sit in the sand with a grunt, bringing your hand to your temple. You rub at it, urging it to stop; now simply isn’t the damn time. You reach blindly in the bag hanging from your shoulder, digging until you feel the small container that usually houses the pills you need to ward off an attack. Alas, you come up empty. You shut the case and toss it violently, wishing you didn’t need them at all. But with a fresh wave of nausea and sharp pain behind your eyes, you know that it’s impossible to live without them. Wavering, you glance around, wishing someone would happen to be walking the same way. With your luck, you’ll sooner be swallowed by a damn worm. Gulping against your dry throat, you try to stand. But the moment you manage to get to your knees the pain erupts: it’s a wildfire, a surge of electricity, a dagger. Bile rises but you clamp your hands over your mouth until you can manage to curl in upon yourself, the motion practically habitual at this point. Like usual, when you don’t have your pills, you only have yourself. You fall to your side and wrap your arms around your abdomen, fingers digging into either side of your back. You press deeply, welcoming the slight distraction. It doesn’t last, of course. The pain in your head overgrows, consumes, until your body does what it does best. You pass out.

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“-how am I supposed to know?” “We can’t just...dangerous-” You groan at the sound of echoing voices, doing your best to open your eyes. All you see are two figures shrouded and shadowed by the setting sun, your lashes thick and damp when you blink. “Oh!” Someone practically shouts, a brush of wind flowing when they squat in front of you. “Are you okay?” Someone tsks, “Do they look okay, you dipshit?” “I-” You can’t even choke out the words. Your head throbs and you force yourself to bring your hands up, pushing against each temple. You groan as the world undulates, the figures turning to something akin to murky water. There is movement. Distant voices. When a hand wraps around your arm, intent on helping you stand, you jolt. “Don’t!” You squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m sorry.” The person lets go immediately, “How can we help you? What should we do? Are you sick? Do you need water?” “I just need...to let it pass.” The other person kicks at the sand and when you manage to peek, they are staring at the setting sun. Contemplating, it seems. “I’ll start a fire.” They say. “I’m tired as hell, anyway. ‘Bout time we stopped.” You let out a slow breath, glad that the one still squatting in front you isn’t going to try to do anything rash. You’d feared that they’d drag you somewhere, which would only make you feel closer to combustion. Instead, the incoming night chill is interrupted by the flames, a new, comfortable warmth gathering at your back. There is the clanging of metal, the sound of something pouring, the rising smell of food. Your stomach grumbles loudly. Embarrassingly loud. “Ah,” The stranger has drawn close again, “You’re hungry, huh?” You open your eyes, small tidbits of relief starting to ease your body out of the tense curl you’ve been stuck in. You glance up, surprised to see them squatting again, a metal hand raised as if they were going to reach out for you. They catch your gaze and drop the hand, instead bringing it up to rub at the back of their neck. “Yeah.” You finally respond, clearing your throat and beginning to shift. Your body aches something furious, muscles cramped. “It’s soup.” The stranger says, “Would you like my help? Can you stand?” “I got it.” You blink away the fuzz of your vision, working yourself to get to your hands and knees. You dip your head, breathing shallowly, before trying. The stranger surges forward and catches you before you can face-plant. You grab hold of him on instinct, the throb in your head spiking before fading away again. He holds you lightly, hands fluttering as if he wasn’t sure where to place them. “Sorry.” You go to push away but he places his hands solidly on your upper arms, brows furrowed as his face finally comes into a clearer view. The first thing you think, which you’ll surely later blame on the delirium of your illness, is that he is beautiful. You flit your eyes over his face, over the small mole beneath his eye, on his eyes themselves. How are they so damn blue? “I’ll help you.” He is saying, “That’s all. Once you’re sitting by the fire, I’ll make sure not to touch you again if you don’t want me to.” You can’t help but nod. Unfortunately, you know you won’t be able to support your own weight. So, very slowly, he rises and brings you with him. He takes small steps, his metal hand pressed firmly but gently on your hip, his other holding yours near his chest. It’s a balance, a distribution of weight so that he carries the most. Once the fire is close he lowers you but your head still swims. If you could, you think you’d like to slam it into a fucking rock. That would at least make you focus on a new kind of shitty pain. The world tilts dangerously when he lets you go. Your face is warm with humiliation, your heart thrumming when you realize he is settling behind you once more to keep you from falling. The other person stomps out their cigarette before filling a banged up old metal bowl with soup from the small pot hanging over the fire. He practically pushes it against your chest, muttering something about it being really hot before returning to his spot across from you. “Here.” The man behind you takes the bowl and holds it in front of you, his chin dangerously close to resting on your shoulder. You thank him quietly before picking up the spoon, glad that at least your hand isn’t shaking quite as bad as you expected it would. The soup is a bit drab but you don’t mind. All you care about is filling your empty stomach. “So, what’s wrong with you?” Your eyes shoot up. “Wolfwood!” The man behind you practically gasps. “What? I’m not bein’ rude. Just wanna know if it’s contagious.” You breathe a small laugh, “It’s not.” You can’t tell where he’s looking with the sunglasses on his face, which is a bit strange considering the sun isn’t even out. Though, you have a feeling he’s watching you closely. Suspiciously. “What is it, then?” He asks, flicking open his lighter to start on another cigarette. “I just get these headaches.” You pat the man’s hand and he lowers the bowl to place beside you. You do your best not to lean into his chest too much, mindful of how awkward this most likely is. “They get rough and if I don’t have my medicine, they can debilitate me.” “So, why didn’t you take your meds?” You shrug a shoulder, “I’m out. That’s why I’m headin’ to the next town. I usually get ‘em from a trader but they never showed up. I got desperate.” Smoke trails from his cigarette but finally, he looks away. He seems content enough with your answer and even if he wasn’t, you aren’t sure that you’d really care. Your stomach is full and your head is starting to return to itself, the dull throb occurring less and less. In a few hours, you think you might even be able to endure the walk again. Behind you, the man shifts and you jump upright, not having noticed how deeply you’d pressed back into him. “Sorry, sorry.” You gulp and scoot forward a bit, “I think I’m good now. You don’t have to sit behind me.” “Are you sure?” “Nope.” You laugh nervously, “But it’s just sand. If I fall, it’ll be nice and soft.” Wolfwood smirks around his cigarette, “Vash doesn’t mind. Do ya’, buddy?” The man, Vash, picks up your spoon and tosses it at him. It smacks him square in the chest. But to you, he says, “I don’t mind.” You hesitate, wondering if you’d look absolutely ridiculous if you were to crawl away miserably on your knees. Your cheeks flush at the thought and so you relent, carefully leaning back, glad when it eases the tension in your neck. Which, in turn, continues to ease the tension in your head. The two of them talk long into the night but you hardly keep up with what they say. Your eyes flutter with the need to sleep, which many would think impossible considering you’d been passed out for so long. But it’s different when it’s willing, when you don’t have to hold yourself to ward off the pain. The last thing you remember before slipping away is the twinkling stars and, distantly, the vibration of Vash laughing against you.

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Waking to a new day, you loathe the return of the light. You moan and bring a hand to your face, running it down the length, steeling yourself for continued solitude and miles upon miles of rolling dunes. It gets lonely and it brings a deep ache, a soul-born thing that sometimes makes you wanna sob like a kid. However, when a voice starts, you practically jump out of your skin. “You’re up!” Your eyes flash open and you sit up quickly, glancing around to find that the two men haven’t left. Now that they aren’t shrouded in the dark and dancing golden flames, you see them more clearly and you gulp. They’re desert-worn, rough around the edges just like everyone else on this godforsaken planet. But unlike what the grand majority would do, they haven’t left. Wolfwood is leaning against a huge crucifix, smoke still rising from the cigarette hanging from his mouth. His ankles are crossed to match his arms, his head turned to you. “What-” You blink at the hand extended in front of your face. You grab hold of it, finally looking at Vash when you’re on your feet in front of him. “What are you two still doing here?” Vash blinks, and blinks, and laughs. “What?” You frown, looking to Wolfwood for an answer. “What’d I say? What’s so funny?” He waves a hand, “He’s just like that. You’ll get used to it.” Vash wipes at his eye as the laughter slowly subsides, looking down at you with a surprisingly gentle expression. “We couldn’t just leave you behind.” He leans down and picks up his large bag, surprising you by hoisting your own over his shoulder too. “C’mon, now! We gotta get moving.” You stare at his back as he turns and starts walking toward the rising sun. It’s all red and pink and purple, wrapping Vash up in such wondrous colors. Wolfwood sighs and motions for you to follow, tilting his head, cigarette burning low as he hoists his huge cross against his back. Vash glances over his shoulder, a grin starting on his lips. And so, with a bemused huff and the kicking up of sand as you rush to catch up to them, you follow.

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// if you like this, let me know if you’d like for it to continue in more parts! (with eventual nsfw) //

#vash x reader #vash x you #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun fic #trigun fanfiction

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briluvspnk · 3 months

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SWEET CITRUS ! — childe x fem!reader smau

ROTTEN ORANGES ! — BEHIND THE SCENES EDITION

Rotten Orange #01 : meet before the cute

Scrapped chapter! This was what Childe seeing (name) for the first time wouldve been like but imo it didnt make sense and i didn't like it lol :p They were supposed to meet in their recognition ceremony.

"Ugh... I told him a bunch of times to wake up early tomorrow!", Xinyan sighs as she tightens her grip on her guitar. Thoma stares at the door intensly, "Do you think he's even ready?" Maybe if he stared at it more, it would magically open up with Childe right there and then. "Of course he is! I swear he's reliable.. he just... had things going on?" She can't possibly tell him that the "things going on" for Childe is sleep. 'He was so excited and active during practice, he never even missed a single meeting! He was practically our best dancer,too! Ugh... why does he have to always stay up so late even when he has an event to go to? Only an idi-"

Mr. Zhongli, their social studies teacher, taps Xinyan on the shoulder and stops her from her train of thoughts. "Xinyan, Ms. Furina is about to introduce the intermission. I'm afraid that Childe may not be able to join you all." She sighs in defeat, taking one last glance at the door. Maybe, just maybe, if she thought and manifested really hard, Childe would burst open the door and make it just in time with the power of friendship™. But alas, she is not Twilight Sparkle and no, the so-called "power of friendship" is not on her side for this one.

As Ms. Furina finishes her speech and announces the intermission number, the band and dance group get into position. "Now, to celebrate and congratulate their peers for their hardwork, various students from grades 7 to 9 have prepared a short performance. A round of applause for them!"

"And a 3-2-1!", Xinyan counts, and the performance starts.The audience is ecstatic and they're really pulling it off with Xinyan as the lead guitarist, Yanfei as the singer, Xiao as the bass guitarist, Scaramouche as the rhythm guitarist, Kazuha as the drummer, and Thoma, Yunjin, Barbara,and Eula as the lead dancers. Childe would be here too if only he-

The door opens. Very, very, quietly. Childe's exaggerated breathing would be very much audible if it weren't for the music, though. He jumps and gives a big wave to try and get the attention of the performers. Thankfully, they all notice and give a small nod to each other. As the chorus plays, Childe makes his grand, definitely not on the spot, entrance. The dancers make way to give him the spotlight and the performance continues how it should.

"Hey, guys! I'm so sorry I was so late the traffic was absolutely terrible!"

"It's fine, I knew you could make it!"

As Childe dances and does the last step of their choreography, he locks eyes with the girl who has a bunch of medals and certificates sitting at the very front. She's smiling, obviously amused-

CUT! 🎬‼️

Director: yeah guys yall can stop acting now i forgot i hated love at first sight tropes 🗣️📣

masterlist » the final cut (the actual chapter)

🌻 | a/n » idk bout u guys but in our school we held recognition ceremonies and they had some students perform intermission numbers there. also steambird is supposed to be their school paper

#🍊 sweet citrus!#childe genshin impact #genshin impact #childe #genshin childe

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sillyseaveerablogs · 8 months

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Unnamed MSM Au!

Enjoy my fanfic!

(Keep in mind that this takes place before the cataclysm event)

It was a STARry night(get it?).The 10 celestials went to their sleep, except for the 6th and 7th celestials. Above the Starhenge was a telescope that seeks out the Continents, an island that consist of 5 lands,ranging from a slightly cold plant land to the steamy and volcanic earth island and simply “gaze” at the twinkly stars.Around the Starhenge was a platform that spun around and connected the main platform.

A half-human,half-Vhamp named Vincent was simply gazing at the stars while humming to his part.Then,A walking sound can be heard from the hard,red stone.

It’s a celestial of Electricity,Galaxia the Galvana,the wife of Vincent,waiting for her husband to notice her appearance.

“You wanted to see me ,didn't you?”goes to Vincent.After saying that,he slightly turned his head towards the trapdoor.Galaxia was shocked that her husband knew without looking at her.Ahh! Yelped the Galvana.”Heh, sorry if I scare you,luv”Vincent sniggered,leading up to lending a hand to help his wife to the top of the Starhenge.Both got onto the platform by themselves.

As the couple were watching the stars,Galaxia looked at Vinci, still looking at the stars that cast them only 10 feet.She gulped and said”Vinci,I’m not gonna say this,but…Would you do the night action...With…M-m-mm-me?”

A Vhamp startled at what his wife suggested.What kind of wife who suggest for him doing “That”even though he’s a cuddler refuser.He stares at Galaxia and said,”...Maybe”

“Maybe?!”Yelled Galaxia.”What do you mean maybe?!”

“I say maybe because I wasn’t sure ‘bout doing this,”Answered Vincent,still not Looking at his wife.This make Galaxia having some mood swings,ranging from anger to sadness.She staggered”Wha-wha-wha-wha-wh–,”

Vincent caught his Galvana's hand that was trembling in the air.She was stunned,yet astounded that he’s holding her hand without even looking at her.After a few miliseconds,he then look at his wife and said”Let’s do this,” And this,they did.In their bedroom.They do a spooning position,with Galaxia cuddling behind Vincent’s back while he sleeps.She starts to whisper sweet nothing to Vincent’s ear,like”I told my constellation about you,they say that you’ll live temporary soon,but your wife will be on your

side,no matter what”

“Thanks for that compliment,I guess,”whispered back Vincent,with his eyes half-opened.They continued sleeping afterwards.

The sun was going up on the World of Monsters.Specks of orange and red spreading the sky like an artist(I’m the artist btw,trust me) stroking their brush onto the canvas.Stars are now disintergrate and replace with purple-orange streaks on the sky.As the sun swept onto the celestials’ faces,some were awakened,alas some flipped to the other side.Inside room where a blond boy with his mother’s skin and sharp teeth has awoken from his slumber and starts sprinting to his parents’ room.

“WAKE UP,MOMMA,WAKE UP,POPPA!!!”Yelled their kid,William “Wilbur” Vonheir,jumping up and down on his parents’ bed

“Ok,OKAY!We’re up,”joked Galaxia,getting up from their bed.She grabbed Wilbur’s torso and cuddled him like a teddy bear and started to scratch his messy hair.Wilbur busted his guts out.Vincent looks at his wife and son cackling like a witch and just go with the flow.He then remembers that he should wake up their other son,Berlioz Vonheir,so he got up and went to their(Berlioz) bedroom.

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#my singing monsters #Forsaken writing corner #fallen stars au #Unnamed MSM Au #can someone help me #naming this AU #I got so confused what will the name will be lol #<Actually #comforting souls

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skeleboiii84 · 2 years

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Hi... Ima a big fan ,I had a request could u do mafiatale and mafiafell sans x reader angst, fluff and maybe smut

Helloooo There darling!! <3 this has been a long time coming I sincerely apologize for the wait sweetie 🥺

I just didn't know how or where to go with this story but I think ik where I'll take it! I'm so happy your a fan of my writing your so sweet you've waited a while for this so I'll make it as long as I can 😊❤💙

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Come back out sweetheart.. Please..?

(A mafiafell sans X mafiatale sans X reader) angst, fluff and a lil smut

You ran up to your bedroom in tears and slammed the door behind you. You sat on the floor as you cried into your knees. Sans and butch had been fighting again, when you tried to stop them they both shouted at you to stay out of it.

They immediately calmed down when they saw the tears in your eyes you couldn't handle being shouted at, they knew that. But you didn't wait for an answer you ran straight up with tears silently rolling down your cheeks.

"Dollface..? Ya.. Uh ya in there..? " said a soft low voice from outside the door it was butch. When you didn't answer sans chimed in "we're sorry baby.. We didn't mean to upset ya.. ", butch decided to add" yea.. We really are..we shouldnt have raised our voices at ya..come back out sweetheart..please..?" you could hear how sincere they sounded so you slowly opened the door avoiding their gaze.

Sans put his hand on your cheek and wiped a falling tear, causing you to look him in the sockets. "We know you were tryin ta help babe but sometimes if we fight we don want you gettin involved is all" sans said softly. Butch nodded in agreement and took your right hand to give it a gentle kiss.

"We're sorry" they said it at the same time looking up at you as they were on their knees because they knew it tugged your heart strings.

You sniffed "I'll forgive you.. " you mumbled, they both bounced up to shower you in kisses until you stopped them before they could. "If" they looked at you with a confused look. "If? " sans asked.

You composed yourself before stating "if I get you two all day tomorrow with cuddles, kisses and attention", you puffed out you're cheeks and turned from their gaze.

You're little fit was rudely interrupted by being tackled to the bed. "Ahh! " you shrieked as they both pinned you down. "Come on doll Ya'know we can't take days off just for a lil fuck around", butch chuckled. " do you want me to forgive you? " you huffed at him.

But that huffed turned into a gasp as he rubbed up you're hips and sans kissed you're neck lightly biting it too. You let out a soft moan as your neck and hips were sensitive. "How bout we make you forgive us~? " sans said in a low tone in your ear that sent a shiver up you're spine.

"Mhnng~ you'd have to work for it~" you whined. "That's our naughty girl~" butch ran his fingers up your warmth causing a sinful moan to fall from your lips.

The night was let's just sayy passionate~😉😉

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Again I really do apologize for the wait darling 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

You've been very patient with me, but alas I have delivered! So enjoy your mafia boys if you want some more smut let me know through my ask box and I'll get on it! 💙❤

Again enjoy darling you deserve your husbones<33

#undertalefics #ut au #headcanon #husbones #mafiafell sans #mafiafell #mafiafell sans x reader #mafiatale #mafiatale sans #mafiatale sans x reader #butch #undermafia #mafiafell sans X mafiatale sans x reader #polyamourous #angst #fluff #smut

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indecisive-dizzy · 4 months

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Ramble about Eddie to your heart’s content, bestie :D

I’m honestly very interested in your ideas :3

Again, don’t be scared to just ramble in my ask box, I love hearing peoples ideas

AJDKKAGAJAKAK- THANK YOU <3 <3

I'm wailing rn /pos

My AU! Disabled Eddie!! Ok so he wasn't born with his disability, it came about later.

My Current story is that he had stroke in late middle/early high school! I have done research and Yes it is possible for teens and younger to have strokes. From what I recall it can be significantly worse for them compared to adult strokes

Eddie was left with permanent complications and is disabled bc of it. He has coordination, balance, and general mobility complications among a list of other post stroke effects. I just found the word I was looking for a few days ago to describe his mobility issues, it's Ataxia!

Eddie has to deal with bouts of muscle weakness on his right side which can effect his vision. He also gets vertigo a Lot and at this point dizziness is expected every time he stands.

He uses forearm crutches when he needs extra help walking bc he does have good days where he may not need them! But for longer distances he brings them bc he's better safe than sorry. He also has cane but he doesn't use it As much.

He also has a wheelchair that he Hates. He hates having to use it. But his Really horrible days leave him unable to stand, much less walk. He wishes he could just hide it somewhere and never think about it but alas. it's important.

He dislikes the wheelchair so much bc it makes him feel useless. He is Not! I want to clarify that wheelchair users are perfectly Capable and Independent! Eddie just has an issue with overachieving and working himself too hard. He wants to be helpful and do So Much but there are some things he can't do while in his wheelchair. He was stuck in a chair for months after his stroke and it was devastating back then. He has No good memories with a wheelchair so he continues to dislike using it.

Ok putting a read more bc I am not shutting up for a While

Relationships with the neighbors! Generally the same. Barnaby doesn't chase him bc that would be mean (? I can't think of a better way to describe it)

Sally is still Sally but she's specific on her mailman hate (lmao) to make sure Eddie and everyone else knows she's not faulting him for his disability.

Hmm yeah everything else is pretty much the same. I guess everyone is also more open about offering Eddie help from time to time if he looks like he needs an extra hand. They're not persistent or anything, but if they see him struggling to carry a package or two they're more inclined to help.

I still don't know how Howdy gets his shit. Honestly If Eddie is having a crutch or chair day,, Howdy just won't get his stock unless he gets it himself. I can't think of a way for Eddie to deliver all those heavy ass boxes.

He does ask people to pick up their packages occasionally too. He tries to deliver them all himself but it's not always possible. He offers a trolley they can use.

I want to talk about angst. So this is very specific, I'll try to keep it short. growing up, Eddie lived in a four bedroom house. two downstairs master bedrooms and two upstairs normal bedrooms. Before his stroke he was upstairs, his older brother in the other room, and his older sister in the bedroom downstairs.

Afterwards he had to move downstairs. His sister Hated this. She loved her room and her private bathroom and she was very prissy about it.

This snowballed into her just,, taking all her frustrations out on Eddie. He took Her Bedroom. He's getting all the attention. Her little brother was ruining everything.

Eddie was devastated by this. He went as far as to attempt to convince his parents to let them switch rooms again. He couldn't physically walk up the stairs most days but he just wanted his big sister to not hate him anymore.

Their relationship never fully recovered. As an adult Eddie will still find ways to blame himself and feel guilty. But he just can't bring himself to talk to her.

They used to be so close. She let Eddie experiment with her makeup, they talked about fashion and boys and she helped him so so much when he was questioning his sexuality.

and then it just, fell apart. But not quietly like a loose thread but rather a house that wasn't built quite right and the screws came loose one by one.

Eddie's memory gets really fuzzy when thinking that far back. but some of those memories are burned into his mind and he wishes he could forget them like he does everything else.

#ouch i hurt my own heart #eddie my love im srry but to be loved by me means suffering with my angst #side bit: the stroke also impacted his memory issues #they were already there but they kinda got worse #anyway thank u again for letting me ramble sniff #i have to remember to invade ur inbox bestie #but im literally so annoying and i keep putting it off #keep sending me ur ideas to!! i also enjoy indulging in others thoughts!#but yeah eddie i fucked you up and I'm (not) sorry <3 <3 #i always hc eddie as being very close yo his siblings. so ruining that? hoo boy it hurts haha #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child #welcome home #eddie dear #eddie dear au #???? ig ill put that for now #i need to make my own tag for this au i just cant think of anything clever rn lol #anyway this is incredibly long and i need food #and sleep! sooo Good night! :) ✨✨✨#also i apologize for any typos. im eepy <3

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animecinnamonroll99 · 2 months

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Octane x FEM! Reader part 17

So sorry about the long delay. Life kinda got in the way after a bout of writer's block. Should I start a tag list for those who are really invested in this?

A bit angsty but it resolves itself!

Masterlist

After about three hours of helping Ramya I headed back to the compound. The weather was nice and cool after the rain the night prior and I used it as an opportunity to think things over a little more clearly. Tavi has always been a man of action over words and seeing as he’s not the biggest fan of any emotion unless it's the joy from his adrenaline rushes, it could have been his way of telling me that things were over.

As I walked into the compound everyone’s attention fell onto me and it started to make me feel a little uncomfortable. “What’s up?” I hesitantly asked. There was a collective pause as everyone looked at each other and seemed to come to the same conclusion. After a few more moments of silence there was a general murmur of 'nothing' before everyone went back to what they were doing before I walked in. Giving my head a shake I head off to my room in the complex for a quick shower and a change of clothes.

As hours, days and several games passed, Tavi seemed to have been avoiding me as much as possible. When we're placed on the same team he only talked to me when he needed to and without any of his normal banter. The drastic change didn't go unnoticed by fans and media alike and they were all asking the same question, 'what happened to Apex's speediest couple.'

There happened to be a duo game today and I was hoping and praying that I got anyone, but Tavi. At this point I'd gladly trade him for Caustic if I could, or listen to Revenant talk about how many different ways he would kill me if I failed to help him win a game, but alas the odds weren't in my favor as the list of partners popped up.

Today's game also happened to be a charity game where everyone got to pay to pick a theme. Which just so happened to be 'beach day'. Walking over to my dresser I start digging through the bathing suits I have when a knock sounds at my door before it opens. I turn to come face to face with Loba in a striking red bikini and a matching sheer tied cover across her hips.

"Hello beautiful, I decided you need my help getting back at lover boy after what happened." She stated as she walked over and hip checked me away from the drawer I was previously digging through. "Me, I need to get back at Tavi? Are we sure this isn't to take your mind off your failing relationship with Valk?" I question as Loba pulls out bikinis and one piece alike shaking her head at each one before chucking it to a random corner. Instead of answering me she finishes going through the drawer and produces a pair of black side corset bikini bottoms with a scrunched but and a black bikini top with green fishnet on the cups and extra long strings that wrap around the torso. "Wear this with some strappy black sandals." Is all she says before exiting my room, still avoiding my questions.

Getting on the dropship half an hour later I'm greeted by wolf whistles from the majority of the male population. I just roll my eyes and head over to Fuse and Bloodhound. "Think you can run in those flip flops Walter?" I question, to which he replies with a full bellied laugh. "If I need ta run I'll ditch the shoes." He replies and Hound shakes their head in dismay. Giving them a once over I realized that they decided to sport a full body surf suit.

Drop ship reached its destination: 'King's Canyon'. The metallic female voice announced above us as a holographic map appeared in the center of the drop ship. My wrist gear lights up as my earpiece buzzes to life with Octane's voice "let's land over here." I glanced down to see that he decided on the Market. "Sure, just don't die too quick," I ok and walk towards one of the pads that'll lower for the jump.

Seconds later I'm soaring down to the building and taking notice of the 6 other teams that land nearby. Hitting the ground running I'm quick to grab the first gun I see. A Mozambique and a CAR thinking fast, I rush up the steps in front of me and into the room on my left. In the room I find a set of syringes and a shield battery. Walking in a bit further I spot a Sentinel which I'm quick to swap for the Mozambique. Just as I get ready to leave the room Tavi’s voice is in my ears again, "enemy trap here." A quick glance tells me it's right outside the corner of my room, just before the stairs. "Thanks." I say before the line goes dead.

Sighing I walk out the other door and right into an enemy. The guy is stalky at best with no real discernible features due to the strange mask he wore. "Enemy attacking." I just barely shout into my coms before the guy lifts me off the ground by my neck. I grapple around trying to get my hands on one of my guns while simultaneously trying to land a kick on the male so he'll drop me. A rapid succession of fire and the guy drops me and falls down to shield himself with the knock down.

Before I can register what happened I'm dragged back into the room I just left so I can regain my breath. I stand up just in time to see Tavi’s green trunks and bare back as he ducks out the door and back into the fights happening all around us. It's been months and he's still this cold to me? I don't think there's a chance to save any of this. I think to myself as I head back into the fray just in time to save him from getting a Mastiff shot to the back from Caustic.

After the fighting finished off in Market we quickly moved to rotate to Pit in a quick succession of fights and little to no talking. Taking cover in the building near Pit we take a moment to breathe as I look at the feed. "Four squads left." I inform Octane, only to be met yet again with silence. At this point I can't hold it anymore.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted, causing Tavi to jolt and spin so he was facing me. "We have one little fucking fight and you just up and leave me. No explanation, no chances to make things right, nothing. You left me in the damn rain to find my own way back all because you couldn't take what I was saying. Pathetic for the man who chooses to risk his life for people's entertainment-" Octane held up his hands and started to try and speak up "-no you've had your chance to speak, to try and make things right. This is my time to speak and you're going to stand there and fucking listen-" my rant gets cut off by a siren and bombs. Needing to get the anger out in a more constructive way (and to hide my frustrated tears) I rushed out of the building and into the fray.

I open fire at Gibraltar, my vision red and blood list rushing through my veins, I failed to hear Octane's warning or notice Rampart approaching with Sheila at the ready. The next thing I knew everything was black.

Waking up I find myself in the medbay on the ship. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the pillow just as the door to the room opened. “Chica?” his familiar voice called out to me. I know that he knows I’m awake, but I honestly don’t feel like talking to him at the moment. “Go away Octavio.” I state as I turn onto my side facing away from the door. “Back to the first name, damn you must be really hurt.” in that sentence something inside me just snaps. Sitting up I turn and glare at the green haired devil “Hurt?” I questioned, “Hurt you say, I must be hurt?” I rhetorically asked again. “It’s not like my boyfriend had left me in a park absolutely confused as to if he broke up with me or not, all because he couldn’t stand what I was saying. Or could it be that AFTER all of that he gave me the cold shoulder for MONTHS with no reason, nothing, not even telling me if he just needed space for a while to sort things out. So, yeah, maybe just maybe I AM HURTING LIKE HELL.” I ranted. During the outburst I had unknowingly gotten up from the bed and stalked Tavi into a corner. Before either one of us could say something further, Ajay walked into the room. “I was just coming in to check up on (y/n), but since you’re here O we also need ta talk.” Ajay interjected into the tensed silence.

As Ajay talked to Tavi, she checked out my injuries that were having some difficulties healing after the match. I just tuned them out wondering if the woman wrapping my torso with clean dressings will still be talking to the guy I’m avoiding for me to run back to my room or take him away with her so, I didn’t have to continue the inevitable conversation pertaining to the current strain in whatever relationship we have. I was silently praying to Bloodhound's old gods all the while. Once Ajay was finished with me, she stated that I had to stay in medbay until we got back to the compound.

Once Ajay was gone I kept my eyes pointedly on my lap. “We really need to talk this out since you seem to be all in your head about it.” Before I could snap back Octane pushed forward not giving me an opportunity, “I know I stranded you there, but it was only momentarily. You were gone before I came back for you. Yes i didn't like what you were saying, was it the truth,” he shrugs noncommittally “maybe, I don't know for sure. Pops hasn't been answering any questions I ask about that night. When I got back to the compound everyone was telling me to give you space and that you'd come to me when you were ready. I wanted to apologize, completely out of character I know. I've been trying to figure out who I can trust and how much I can give back in return. What I learned is that I don't like fighting with you, nor do I like being able to talk to you or hold you. Do you think you could forgive me for my foolishness?” I decided to sit there and truly think over what Tavi said before replying, “I think it'll take more than just this and that we'll have to reestablish our trust in each other, eventually yes i think i can.”

#octane x reader #apex legends #octavio silva #love story #octane #gibraltar #ajay che #bloodhound #bathing suit

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voidsentprinces · 6 months

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Zenos: I find it adorable, that you believe you're able to escape from here, my friend. You know I'll always just drag you back here...so why not just give it up? WoL: I mean...you WANT me to look good in the wedding dress, right? Bout the only exercise I can GET around here is assaulting your meager excuse for fucking GUARDS. Zenos: I am...glad you brought that up. You've been laying into the old boys a BIT too hard lately...and the psychological bills are...getting extensive. Some of them are WILLINGLY going over to the Savages' side. You seem to of developed a penchant for laying into them--especially Asahi. I don't know WHAT you have against him, but he's starting to take it PERSONALLY. WoL: Heh...yeah, I go pretty hard with Asahi...is he in today? Definitely Asahi: N-NO! I-I-I mean...*ahem*...Asssaahiii issss OUT SICK today! Aheheh...ah...uh huh huh huuuh... Zenos: That aside, I DO need some aid picking out the perfect setting for our little...marriage. Mmm...would you mind helping me choose out some doiles for it? ...And they're gone....of course, they're gone. Ala Mhigo Castle: *sirens* Warning! Warning! To battle stations! IT HAS ESCAPED! THIS! IS! NOT! A! DRILL! IT! HAS! E! SCAPED! Asahi: NO! NONONONO! I AM SORRY FOR LYING ABOUT BEING SICK! AHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Zenos: Ah, well...Willow Blue it IS! Fordola: Asahi! COME IN! DO YOU HAVE VISUAL ON THE PRISONER!? Oh...Oh Rhalgr...THEY'RE IN THE VEEEENNTTSSS!

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wearepaladin · 2 years

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Hi! I sent an ask a while ago about the unhappy fate of my dhampir character, and...

That was the temporary despair that often precedes me figuring the situation out. Sorry about that. That's usually how my brain works, alas: it takes a bout of despair for it to figure things out and say "I can fix that." I didn't want the story to end there, so I suggested to the DM that he ran our escape as an escape room puzzle.

The DM opened the vote to the group and everyone liked that idea, practically an unanimous vote (everyone who voted two options voted for that one and a secondary preference). Yesterday, we played the puzzle and WE TRIUMPHED! By a very tight margin (merely 3 minutes left), but we triumphed. Our escape isn't finished and we still have to retrieve our equipment and escape the enemy base, but it's not game over, not yet.

We live to fight another day. They might have taken my character's weapons, but he still has his smile!

(...aaaand that would probably be a better metaphor if he didn't have a cursed, monstrous bite attack, but still. Hope prevails and our tale is not yet over.)

Thought it'd be nice to let you know :)

Thank you. Glad you were able to pull yourself back and find a way.

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andypantsx3 · 11 months

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Hi Andie! I’ve always wanted to send you a message as one day, and my 5am brain decided: “fuck it, why not” so here I am :^)

I’m not here to wax poetic about how long I’ve followed you or anything along these lines. I came here to tell you that you are your fics are an absolute menace to my schedule, because as soon as you drop a chapter, I absolutely /have/ to read it or else I will combust on the spot (or perhaps die of impatience and curiosity). Then I have read the /entire/ fic again, because your writing is just /that/ good; then I cry a little on the inside because what is life at this point. I’m being distracted by a really good fic, written by a talented author who is the second coming of Wordsworth and just, hngh, what has become of me???

Maybe one day I’ll come off anon, but alas, that day ain’t today. But I do hope that I can pluck up another bout of courage to message you again!

Write to you soon!

Omg lmfao I'm so sorry!! The part of my brain that wants to be fed treats and stroked like a cat is eating this up but the sensible part of my brain is yelling noooooooo! My fics will always be there for you whenever you're done with whatever you gotta do!!

This makes me so unbelievably happy though. I literally cannot tell you how much it means to me that you enjoy my fics this much. I know the feeling of euphoria when a favorite author drops a new chapter and it's the highest compliment in the world to hear you apply this to my fics!! 🥺

I am so so so happy you wrote to me, this made my entire week. I hope you know how lovely and sweet I think you are!! I hope your week is just amazing as mine is now hehehe, and I do hope to meet you off of anon one day when you're comfortable!!! Sending all my love!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

#ask andie

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quesadillawizard · 1 year

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Reposting from Old Blog

what the fuck is up everyone I got a story idea from a dream I had after only getting two hours of sleep on a work night. deets under the cut.

FIRST RECORDING OF THE DREAM’S INFO SPAMMED IN A CHAT

oh god its like fleeting images bushes turning into wings people could use a man that was a lantern given human form a horse buggy with no horse but it had spider legs being on the run from someone bad with a gang of kids a diner called Bazooka Joe's somethinga bout an old traffic tunnel it was vaaaaaaaaaaaaarely vaguley pkemon related then it swapped to minecraft the man who was on the run with the kids looked like the humanized version of jack skellington i draw sometimes the bad guys were these giant long dragons one of them made out of corn husks and one was all black and called The Ugly and like, the guy was leading the kids around and showing them all kinds of cool shit so they wouldnt be scared while subtly keeping an eye out for the dragons who like, knew him personally I think they were either trying to get home or get them to a certain point in the weird world because there were a lot of nonsense things kind of like in the phantom tollbooth oh well time to go to work on two hours of sleep but those two hours gave me that

After spending all day thinking about it at work and telling a few oher folks about it, I arrived at a first draft of what would become the story’s bones.

So there are four kids who are at a camp (ala digimon) who get lured into the woods by a strange light and then find themselves in this weird out of place town that seems nearly abandoned but has tons of weird touristy attractions like places to eat, shop, rides to go on, and generally neat stuff because its empty adn NO PARENTS HERE!!! and this tall dude in black with a sick mustache who calls himself Mr. Fetch swoops in to be their tour guide and leads them through all kinds of whimsical fun shit some of it's dangerous, some of it's weird, but most of it is fun and HE is also super fun because he's all magic and shit While he's hanging with the kids, he starts getting sort of attached to them (sorry spilled my water) then, at one point, they are attacked by a monster and they try to defend Mr. Fetch because they see him as a feeble old man and he is Moved by this and steps in to Stop Them From Doing That and gets his ass kicked in a very significant way as he fends off the beast he is Injured and loses the use of a lot of his powers during the fight but he doesn't let on because he doesnt want to scare them and also EGO the monster that he fended off goes back to tell a weird gross black dragon called The Ugly that there are children in the town The Ugly used to be a beautiful dragon, one of a pair that had a falling out because The Ugly wanted to use the powers they had for evil and that made them gross and so the other dragon left him and sealed him in a tower so he couldn't hurt anyone The Ugly desires the SOULS AND BLOOD OF CHILDREN so that he may become beautiful again and attract his mate back (he misses the fact that he was who made himself ugly) He communicates with his few servents with a husk puppet of the other dragon he made to keep himself company with He also keeps himself company with a bunch of objects that were in the castle that he brought to life sort of like a reverse beauty-and-the-beast situation and these objects are his lackies that he uses to hunt down anyone youthful and beautiful it is revealed that Mr. Fetch used to be a lantern and was the first object that The Ugly transformed but he put too much magic into him and gave him free will and after a little while of being his servant, decided FUCK THAT and became a free agent of chaos in the town Mr. Fetch makes it like, his life's duty to fuck with The Ugly his original plan was to lure the kids into the world, parade them in front of The Ugly like NENER NENER and then whisk them away home before anything bad happened since The Ugly cant leave his tower but now Mr. Fetch is injured and caaaaaaaaaant do that nearly as easily as he thought he could and now he's gone and gotten ATTACHED to the kids the light in his lamp is out and more lackies are coming after him and the kids so he's trying his best to finish this little wonderland trip with them without letting them know that they are in Actual Danger now instead of Fun Danger and THAT IS WHAT I HAVE

this is all VERY scattered but I wanted to have it somewhere as early as I could to show my work.

#mr fetch #lantern project

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mystery-star · 2 years

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At your Service – Ben Wade

Pairing: Ben Wade x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of war

Words: 1155

“Ben Wade, at your service” the words were followed by a short bow. Trying to get a closer look at the man, you moved next to your mother who had opened the door.

“What do you want?” your mother asked

“I’m tired and hungry from a long day’s ride. Wouldn’t you have something to eat and a place to sleep in exchange for money?” you saw your mother glance at you and could almost hear her thoughts. With the civil war going on and all male family members gone, the money was welcome. But was it wise to let a stranger in the house? And to give him some of the little food you had? Then, however, your mother gave a nod.

“(Y/N), go get another plate”

During the meal you couldn’t help but throw glances at your guest from time to time. You wondered if he was a soldier too, although he wasn’t in uniform. Or maybe a cowboy? But what of his herd then? Although you wanted to ask him, you held back. Your mother surely wouldn’t approve of it. After you ate, your mother asked you to show Mr. Wade to the barn, where he could sleep and give him a blanket.

“You like him, don’t you?” your sister asked as you were in your shared room to get a spare blanket.

“What? Who?”

“Oh, come on” she chuckled “You couldn’t take your eyes off him during dinner”

“That’s not true” you replied “I just wondered who he was” grinning your sister crossed her arms

“Well, at least admit you find him good looking”

“Good looking?”

“Even I gotta admit that” she added “But don’t tell Pete, yeah?” you just nodded. Your sister sighed “Just be careful, okay?” after she left the room, you sighed and once you had the blanket you asked the guest to follow you to the stable.

“Cozy” he teased when you helped him pile up some straw

“I know. I’m sorry. That’s all we have” you apologized, handing him the blanket

“No worries. I’m used to worse. Better than the hard floor. Thank you, Miss (Y/N)” when he took the blanket both his hands brushed over yours and you felt a warm shiver run down your back. Judging by his grin, he’d touched you on purpose.

“Do-do you need something else?” you asked, trying to ignore the feeling you had.

“Maybe some feed for the horse?”

“Oh. Right. Uhm... I’ll go have a look” once you found some oats for his horse, you went to its box, feeding it while stroking the dark-brown horse’s muzzle and talking to it in a hushed voice.

“Ain’t she beautiful?”

“Huh?” you turned around and saw the man standing right behind you. After having recovered from the initial shock, you gave a nod.

“Yeah, she is. My father’s horse almost has the same color”

“He fighting in the war?”

“Yes” you replied, feeling sad about the fact that you might not see him for a long time or never again. You also stopped stroking the horse.

“You know, she loves a good petting”

“Your horse?” you wanted to know

“Yeah” not sure what else to do, you started petting it again, even now that the animal was done eating. Suddenly, you felt a hand on the back of your shoulder, moving towards your neck. Letting out a gasp, you quickly moved away from him and the horse. For a second you stared at him, then you left “Wait” he managed to grab your wrist and had you not been too shocked, you would have cried out. “I’m sorry” he said “Didn’t want to scare you. Or do something you dislike” he flicked his tongue “It’s just I rarely see such a beauty” he let go of you and for some reason you didn’t continue to run but stared at him again. “Do tell” he said, trying to adjust the straw at his sleeping place a little “Your sister’s married right? Her husband gone to war too?”

“Err yes” you replied, not sure why you even did.

“But you aren’t” it wasn’t a question. With a nod you confirmed

“Are you married?”

“Alas no” he chuckled “Doubt I’ll ever find a woman that wants me”

“Why?” you asked “Do you scare them away when you just touch them?”

“No, not that. More ‘bout the fact how I live and what I am” you tilted your head

“Have you deserted the army? Are you on the run because of that?”

“Never joined no army” he said

“Ah” you cleared your throat “Guess I should better head back to the house or my family will start wondering where I am” he gave a nod

“(Y/N)” he said as you had reached the door. “I might be gone very early in the morning. But I’d like to see you again. That is, if you want it too” was this what your sister had meant with being careful? That he wanted you to himself and then take you by force? A shiver ran down your back.

“How can I know you won’t harm me?” you asked turning back to him, making him smile

“You’ll have to trust me ‘cause all I can do is give you is my word. I promise I won’t harm you. I don’t even want to hurt you. Just to get to know you, talk to you and enjoy your company” you looked at him in disbelief. Could you really trust him? On the other hand, if he tried something you could scream and your family would come to your help. He gave a tiny nod and stepped closer “Well, you don’t have to make up your mind now. Just come here later if you agree, yeah?” gently, he took your hand, pecking your knuckles “However, if you don’t want to see me again; it’s been a great pleasure to meet, you (Y/N) and thank you for your hospitality” he placed something in your hand. It were another 5 dollars.

“You already paid us”

“I know. That’s for the feed” you swallowed. It was way too much. But you could need the money. “Don’t feel bad ‘bout it. I got a feeling you’ll need it. Now that you’re all alone. You promise to take care of each other?” you only nodded

“We always do” when he kissed your knuckles again, he also ran the back of his hand over your cheek. Goosebumps erupted on your skin but you smiled

“Well then” he said, letting go of you as if the touch before had never happened “I’ll either see you later or goodbye”

“Yes” you nodded “Thank you for the money. I wish you a good night” feeling your face heat up, you turned around and left the barn. As soon as you were outside you knew that you definitely would sneak back here in the night to meet Ben Wade again...

#ben wade #3:10 to yuma #ben wade imagine #ben wade x reader #ben wade x you #310 to yuma

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Here it is, the man, the myth, the Floridian

I wrote this all at work so sorry if its all summed up terribly i havent written fiction in a long ass time & i mainly write with bullet points & shitty scripts, i was planning to try and make a comic of him so maybe one day thatll happen, plus i might fuck around & make a comic where he enters the carnival and stuff, who knows- anyway since i wrote this at work and have god awful memory, go easy on me

Ralph is sitting in front of his camcorder (or whatever you used to record videos in 1980), after showing off his guns and acting like he knew how to load them, he quickly ran through his Epic Carter Removal Plan.

“Now, ya see, I have this timed bomb- once I press the special button on it then I got ‘round, eh, 15 minutes I think, to jump an’ tackle that sonuva bitch! Then, I’ll just hold him real tight and the bomb’ll go off! I’ll blow that corpse-raisin’ bastard to hell where ‘e belongs and save the damn country- plus, the world!!”

He pauses, then takes in a realization but smiles.

“Course I’ll ‘ave to die too, but itll be known that what i did was good when they get the news from ma’ dad. Ha- he’s gonna be so pumped to know that his son succeeded at somethin’!”

“Now, tomorrow is my big day, so to whoever ends up watchin’ this tape after I go blam, make sure nobody after Carter knocks down any satellites or raises any zombies. Good luck to me.”

He grins and shuts off the recorder.

*The Next Day, Nov 20. 1980: about 12:30 in the afternoon*

A small crowd gathers in Florida, Jimmy Carter is by a podium giving a speech. As he ends and is walking among the crowd (ala George Wallace, what up Bremer), Ralph presses the button on his bomb and begins to weave through the people and towards Carter. Once hes only a few feet away, he looks on with an anime-like sense of determination and sprints the rest of the few feet to Carter- leaping through the air and tackling the president to the concrete- yelling ‘IVE GOT YOU YA SONUVA BITCH!!’- as people yell and scream and two policemen rush to grab Ralph off of him.

As they grab him, his thoughts run theough him in a panic:

“Why’d the bomb not go off?? Why the hell didn’t it go off??!!”

As he is dragged away he yells at the officers- “Goddammit Im rigged to explode! Let me go! Let me the hell go!! Im bout ta blow the fuck up if ya dont let me go dammit!!”

He continues to panic and attempt to get out of the policemens grips, when his bomb timer beeps. With a sharp yell of ‘DAMN YOU ALL-‘ only slightly cut off at the end as the explosive goes off and Ralph & the policemen explode. Blood & bits of gore and miscellaneous bits & pieces rain from the sky and hit those in crowd, several people who were the closest retain a few minor injuries after the incident, but those harmed the most are the two (now dead) pigs, and Ralph, who is almost unrecognizeable as he is now in very many various bloody parts.

His parts are picked up and disposed of after a quick autopsy in a cheap wooden box, not even a coffin. His only relative is his father, who could care less about proper burial. He is only left with a headstone in a Floridian cemetary: ‘Ralph Hewitt Myers

Oct 8. 1949-

Nov. 20. 1980’

#i continue to reiterate that i wrote this at work since i work in a hot ass kitchen #which affects any sort of writing in any way #assassins the musical #ralph content

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