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thisisourlovestory · 4 months

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Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Word count- 2.8k

Notes: Happy New Year! Hope you enjoy this one. My phone deleted half of it so I had to rewrite it but that worked in my favour and I think it’s better than it was

Chapter 3

The next morning I was awoken by knocking at my door. Assuming it to be Lysander I ignored it and took my sweet time getting ready, taking a long shower under burning water, brushing my teeth vigorously, loosely clipping back the front strands of my hair and slipping on a pale blue dress from the wardrobe in the wall before making my way to the dining area. I followed the smell of freshly cooked bacon and pancakes, my mouth watering as I sat down and took a few pancakes, stacking them up, cutting a slab of butter that melted as soon as I dropped it on top, drizzling sticky sweet syrup over them and layering bacon on top. I grabbed a fork and dug into my towering pillar of food, the salty bacon contrasting with the sugary syrup. I polished it off in no time at all and reached for the piles of jewel like fruits, stacked in tiny ceramic bowls in the centre of the table. I had just bit into a slice of watermelon, pink juice dripping down the corner of my mouth, when Mags walked in with Lysander who flaunted a garish purple and gold striped suit and he began to speak as loudly as ever as I quickly wiped my chin.

“Good morning!” My head hit the table.

“Goodness Y/N, did you not get enough sleep last night?” He asked, looking at me with slight concern.

“I'm fine thank you for asking,” I answered, “Just woke up a bit too early.” I rubbed my head, smiling sheepishly and his gaze softened.

“That simply won't do!” He exclaimed, “We need you to be on top form for when you’re in the arena.”

“Lysander.” I called out softly, interrupting what was sure to be a long tirade. “I… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for my outburst yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking. I suppose, well I suppose I was just a little overwhelmed by all this. I hope you can forgive me. “ I twisted a strand of my hair in my fingers and he took the bait immediately. I could almost see what he was thinking. Such a kind girl, she must be terrified, very sweet of her to apologise. His eyes gained a look of sympathy as he raised a hand to his heart and walked over to me.

“It's quite alright dear, no need for apologies. I completely understand you must be feeling absolutely terrified of all this. You did such a kind thing volunteering for Miss Cresta, so selfless, dear and I’m sure she appreciates it very much.” I nodded, going back to my food, and he clapped. “Now that's all sorted out, we need a plan for you.” He looked me up and down, assessing me as Mags grinned into her bowl at the look on my face. “I'm thinking we play the innocent card, the fact you were so young when you won will help with that a lot. You are one of the youngest in the games this year after all. We simply must also use the fact that you are a true performer and ballet is such a beautiful art form indeed so,” he turned to Mags, “I propose we paint her as an angel.”

I choked on a piece of watermelon, the apprehension on my face giving way to horror. Mags patted me gently on the back and I straightened in my seat, sending a grateful smile her way as Lysander continued, lost in his own world.

“Of course only your stylist can decide this but I’m fairly certain I can put in a word and if they didn't already have the same idea after watching the reaping then I'll eat my hat.” I eyed the purple monstrosity on his head and imagined it being stuffed into his mouth, wondering if maybe that would be the thing that would finally shut him up. I wanted to scream at him, tell him that I was no angel and he was a monster for finding some kind of pleasure in this, deciding what part I should play as I die. Instead I just smiled slightly and lowered my head to stop him from seeing the tears in my eyes. At that second Finnick walked in and Lysander's attention was immediately drawn to him. I sat silently as he practically interrogated him, asking how he was feeling, if he thought he could win. The answers were short, not letting anything interesting slip but giving enough to satisfy Lysander and fool him into thinking he was basically his new best friend. I zoned out part way through Lysanders rant about what the Gamemakers would throw at us this year- as if we hadn't all been thinking about it since they were announced. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality by the sound of my name.

“Y/N, Y/N.” I blinked and my gaze shifted to Lysander.

“Sorry.” I muttered

“Quite alright dear, you must be tired if you didn't get enough sleep. We're going to watch the games you were both in, for reference.” My mind didn't register the words and I simply nodded before I realised what he had said and my eyes widened in shock.

We watched Finnicks first, since he won before me. From the reaping all the way through to the crowning ceremony. He was confident in the interviews, dressed in the most impeccable suit and tie, clearly designed to show off his beauty, laughing at Caesar Flickerman's comments and responding with his own witty quips, not just a pretty face at all. Then utterly deadly in the arena. For the first few days he had lain low, not much excitement but enough to keep sponsors interested. Then he got the trident, the most expensive gift ever seen, and it was over. District 4 was fishing after all, and it seemed Finnick Odair was born to wield the trident. He captured tribute after tribute in a net and killed them all, offering no mercy. And finally the last cannon went off announcing him the winner. Fourteen years old and he had won, the youngest victor, the most handsome victor, the Capitol darling. Finnick Odair. If he was that good back then, I had no doubt he would be extraordinary now. He had it all as well, the looks which first made the Capitol love him, he was intelligent, and undoubtedly one of the best fighters that would be going into the arena. Mags and I sat there speechless as Lysander congratulated Finnick endlessly.

“And how you used that trident, extraordinary! I don't believe you'll struggle in these games now that you've had ten years to practise.” I could only think of how young he'd been, how he'd been forced to grow up so quickly after, how he'd won- but what was the cost?

Then my games were switched on; I saw myself going through it all over again. The walk up to the stage after my name was called, all eyes on me. The chariot ride where they had dressed me up as a mermaid, all shimmering fabrics and a golden crown. The interview, where Caesar asked me questions about my life back home and I answered quietly, barely audible, playing the sweet little girl as I danced for them momentarily. The arena, my frightened face as the boy from 10 died in front of me, running and hiding. Then a cut to as I made my first kills, I saw the light leave their eyes as the blood left their bodies. Another cut, to the chase and confrontation with Arion, the second the knife left my hand I closed my eyes and the thud as it hit him echoed in my ears.

They showed the crowning ceremony last, I stood calmly on the dais with my hands clasped in front of my body. I had been made to wear a white dress that fell to my knees and had a red bow tied around it. The same red adorned the pins in my hair, shaped like roses, and the single gem hanging from a silver chain around my neck. The significance was not lost on me, young as I was. I had killed three people in the arena so I wore three pieces of red. One for each of them, the crimson colour their blood on my hands. President Snow walked up slowly and placed the golden laurels on my head. He looked down at me, a small smile on his face as I gazed up at him, he whispered something that only I could hear. Words that left me pale and confused, words that could have been good but in the circumstances only sounded like the promise of a life of pain. His mouth moved on the screen and I read his lips.

“The Capitol will love you.” He stepped away and proclaimed me their victor. And it struck me how I looked so tiny compared to him and everyone around me, as the Capitol roared with applause and my big eyes stared out over them, disbelieving and uncertain before the tape ended leaving the compartment in silence.

I shoved my seat back, the legs screeching on the floor, and stood up quickly. Everyone turned to face me as I stayed still for a second.

“Y/N.” Lysander began but I cut him off.

“No, I just, I need to, I can't.” My brain was jumbled, old memories being dragged to the surface unwillingly. So I turned and I ran.

I sprinted along the train, pushing doors open as I ran through the compartments. Avoxes jumped out of my way as I barreled past them, looking at me in curiosity. I came to the end of the train and held my hands in front of me to push through the doors. I crashed through them and fell into the railing. I gripped onto the cold metal as if it was the only thing keeping me in reality, the wind rushed past me and my hair floated in front of me, strands whipping in the cold air. I could barely see, tears blurring my vision and hair covering my face. I took a shuddering breath, letting the cold air flood my lungs, and I broke. I cried and cried and cried. Letting out everything that I had kept bottled up for seven years. I had cried before, that day on the cliffs, that was for the games, for the fact that it was happening all over again for so many people across Panem. But this. This was for me. For every pain I had endured since I won, the evenings spent dancing and singing under lights focused solely on me, the fear of making a mistake stopping me from enjoying it fully, the nights spent alone, unable to sleep because of the nightmares, the days spent wandering around like a lost soul, wondering if it would ever be better than what it was.

So I cried for myself, in one selfish moment I allowed myself to only care about myself. Tears dripped down my face, droplets falling on the railing for what felt like forever. Eventually my throat grew raw and my eyes seemed to run out of tears to cry. I dropped my head forwards into my hands and my eyes glazed over with the memories I had suppressed.

I was no longer on the train headed to the Capitol. I was in the arena. Perched on an icy tree branch, pressed against the tree trunk to keep from slipping off. Hidden by the frozen leaves in the white fluffy clothing they had given us to wear. A tribute ran underneath my hiding spot, running away from something, two others followed chasing him. I immediately recognised them as career tributes, this was all just a game of cat and mouse to them. And they caught him. I shoved a piece of cloth in my mouth to stop myself from letting out any noise that would give myself away and clapped my hands over my ears to block out the noise of his screaming in pain and crying out for help from someone as they ripped into him, their laughter echoing in the otherwise silent forest. A warning that they were on the hunt and if you valued your life you would get out of there as soon as possible.

I had stayed in that tree for the first few days until I was eventually forced to move when the gamemakers released mutts into the arena. Great big slobbering beasts that lumbered along harmlessly until someone tried to kill one. Then all hell had broken loose as they chased tributes up trees and then hurled themselves unrelentingly at them, bringing them down and mauling them beyond recognition. They brought about the deaths of five tributes before they just disappeared, presumably called back out after doing their job.

I snapped out of my daze as I felt someone standing next to me. My gaze cleared as I pushed the memories back into a locked box in my mind. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, the mark on my wrist burning and on instinct I pulled my sleeve down and took a small step to the side to lessen the sting. It eased immediately from the small distance between us and faded to a dull throbbing. Finnick said nothing at my movement and we just looked out over the passing countryside, rolling green fields, trees that touched the sky and vast lakes stretching beyond the horizon. We stayed like that, peaceful, just taking it all in until he finally broke the silence.

“You were so young.”

I smiled bitterly, resting my chin on my open palm propped up on the railing.

“We all were but we had no choice. They just want to watch their games. And they don’t care if innocent children die so they can have them.” I laughed slightly. “Then they get the one that lives.” I shook my head, my fingers tightening on the rail, the cold metal biting into my skin. “They get to kill us then they get to keep us.” I turned around, leaning backwards onto the railing and looked up, watching the clouds move slowly away in the blue sea of the sky. Then the Capitol came into view, towering buildings taking up the skyline, marring it with grey,

“I'm going to go back in,” Finnick said, following my line of vision, “You should as well.” With that he stepped back into the train, not sparing a second glance as I watched him walk through a set of doors and out of sight. I relaxed as he left and stayed in my position, head tilted skywards, eyes closed until I felt tiny drops of water on my face. I opened my eyes to see rain falling, a light drizzle but enough to dampen my clothes and hair, I laughed slightly and walked inside, the warmth hitting me in a blast. I hadn't realised how cold I'd been before but the heat warmed me and my clothes quickly dried off. I looked over my shoulder as I walked through the doors that slid open, the rain pattering on the windows lightly, a last glimpse of normality.

I quickly made my way through the train, hearing Lysander screeching at unfortunate avoxes to find me as if I was missing and he had no idea where to find me. I stepped into the compartment to see him looking frazzled, he immediately caught sight of me standing unsurely at the edge of the room and gave a dramatic sigh of relief.

“Not to worry everyone she's here.” The train jolted to a stop. “We have arrived.” Lysander practically squealed and eyed me.” Dear, you should just fluff out your hair a bit, and try to look happy for the cameras.” I nod my head once and plaster a smile on my face. He nodded in approval.

We made our way to the doors. Finnick and I stood either side of Lysander and Mags was just behind us. I can see people through the windows already, screaming and shouting with excitement.

“Now everyone, remember this is the first time they will see you so make sure to leave a good impression. That means smile and wave, blow a few kisses if you have to.” Lysander told us, focusing his words mostly on me. A bell rang and he quickly turned around to me, perfecting everything he could see wrong, the tiniest hair out of place, my sleeves at different lengths and pushing my cheeks into a smile. Facing forward just in time as the doors slid open and we stepped out into the masses.

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minhosimthings · 7 months

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Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 11 months

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It's been awhile but happy pride month Intimiccini! Now for some good flork of cows from your favorite snack

Gummy Worm Anon

Slender: Eat your vegetables or the dinner shark will get you

Younger Toby: Stop trying to scare me I know that's not real! *Flips plate*

Slender:....

*Dinner shark bursts through the table grabbing Toby*

Slender: OH FUCK-

Ben: This is my desktop I have spent thousands on it

Ben: I tell people I spent thousands of dollars on it so I feel better about spending so much in the first place

Ben: If I could still die I'd expect you to hollow it out stuff me inside it and bury me that way

Ben: So that I may rot as the Pharaohs did

Ben: The druid wins the strength contest

Ben: You take 3d10 damage

Jeff holding cards:...

Jeff: go fish

Tim going through old photos: Hey Slender whose this picture of? *Holds up antique painting of Teen Slender in victorian gothic clothing*

Slender holding the photo: Oh that's me when I was younger!

Tim: Wow you must have been going through a rough phase

Slender holding the photo closer: *scoff*

Slender: It wasn't "just a phase"

Younger Slender: Oh thank god you're here Dad! There's a famine and we need to find the cause!

Slender's Father: I don't understand the poor

Slender's Father: Why don't they just give money to their butlers and have them fetch food? Why are they so helpless?

Younger Sender visibly shocked and appalled:....

Slender's Father: Hello no-homer I am Slender's Father

Slender's Father: Here's a mortgage go buy a car or a house or whatever your kind does with these

Ghost s/o: ....

Ghost s/o: The interest rate is 40%

Slender's Father visibly disgusted: When did the poor learn to read?

Y/N wrapping their legs around Toby: Okay baby you paid me that sweet 6$ we can do whatever you want

Toby: you ever play Minecraft?

Y/N: What?

Toby: Yea man I got all these sweet mods on my server. I even built a T-Rex, you wanna see?

Y/N: Shit yeah I wanna see

Happy pride month to you too!!! Also I love that you referred to yourself as my favorite snack, that made me chuckle.

Thank you again for all the quotes, I loved them as always, especially the ones with Slender’s father. Always a great way to start my morning :))))

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solidwater05 · 9 months

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So this dream starts in Minecraft as usual

I can't remember exactly what happened, but I was with at least other 2 people exploring an abandoned underground... thing. The section we were exploring looked like a mineshaft but I know it was some sort of bunker or facility. It seemed very sinister. The walls were white and it had irl lights. That place was not a mineshaft, and god knows why it was hidden underground. Me and the rest of the group discovered that the lights still work, and we decided to go investigate, but we stopped. I don't remember why, I think it got too dark as we went further in and it was creepy as hell

The entrance to that place was a hole in the surface. It was a huge drop and it was hard to see the bottom from the surface, so you couldn't actually know if there was water at the end or not. If the lights underground were off, it was like looking into the void.

Then the scenery changed

I was in a village, it looked like one of the old ones but it was during a raid. I was hiding in a brick house because I had like no equipment whatsoever and there was a ravager outside

Despite having no armor, I had a maxed out bow for some reason, and I was one-shooting all the raiders (I have a maxed out bow in my main world, you can't one-shot a pillager even with strength 2)

So I was doing well until some guy from Clash Royale will a rocket launcher hit me, made a giant hole in my roof, and left me at half a heart. I immediately retreated

My brother, who was helping me fight, also hid in my house. On the floor, there were four oak trapdoors, looking inside was like staring at the void. It was that underground place

My brother and I decided that it would be safest to hide there. We jumped and started planning how to survive. We didn't have a lot of resources and the place wasn't super habitable. We also decided to remove the water from the entrance so any enemies that dropped down would die

Exploring the place, I assume that we eventually got to the next scene. My brother was no longer there

It was in an irl place, I'm not sure how to describe it. There were two sections- one where you could sit down to eat, and the other that was huge and mostly empty. One of the bathrooms was accessed through a long thin hallway. Two angels came out of this bathroom. Here starts the next scene

It was a play telling the tragic tale of two sapphic angels, I can't remember how it went but I remember at least one of them dying. I also remember it being a bittersweetly beautiful story

The story emphasizes how the remaining angel chose to remember her lover's love and beauty, and she made an artwork depicting her as a constellation embraced by the night sky

The audience was very moved by this.

At the end of the play they showed some sort of painting with both of the angels

The one on the right, who is the one who survived, was surrounded by two circles resembling snakes. This was unrelated to the devil disguised as a snake, they were just there because snakes are cool. One of them was copper, and the other one was paper white.

The angel was trying to reach out to the left, with tears running down her face.

The angel on the left, the one who died, was standing facing away from the audience with her arms behind her back, with her head turned to the right, in the direction of the other angel. Her eyes were closed and she had a gentle smile. She had long brown hair, very pale skin, rosy cheeks and lips, and a white dress. She was surrounded by trees, vines and bushes, and she was outlined with light.

After the play ended, I was talking with my cousin. Someone in the background said that the play reminded them of something Mr. Incredible said about cubone??

Uh, anyways, my cousin said something about roleplaying an OC she made, and suddenly I was interacting with that OC who was the justice kid from Undertale. He had a gun, of course, and a chihuahua with a spiked collar. He mostly shot people who were assholes to dogs

#ice speaks #brain cinema #i can't remember what the other angel looks like :/#long post #dream sign: minecraft #dream sign: school #trust me on that one #dream sign: fandom characters #dream sign: no UI #dream sign: empty spaces #dream sign: familiar places

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thestalkerbunny · 2 years

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The divine twins asking Lamb what the sheep be like before their extinction.

I did a thing, short, if you will.

"There was no word for war."

Aymzall shifted a bit in their Mabaa's lap as they picked the twigs and tiny debris from his wool. It was such a pain, really, everything got caught up in his wool after running around all day. But he didn't like the shearing. It always got so scary when it came time to trim around his face where the shears were the closest to his ears and eyes. Much too scary. So he settled for this, laying in his Mabaa's lap as they picked the stuff out and listening to them talk about what it was like when they were little.

"There was disagreement. And Squabble. And 'having a fit'. But never war.''His Mabaa continued. "We lived too far away from anyone and everything for it to ever be relevant. Sure we heard stories about people having big fights over land and faith and food-but we always thought it was just stories-This is a stick, this is a WHOLE stick." Lamb held the stick out for Baalzbub to see.

"That's my magic wand! I stuck in there so I wouldn't lose it!" Aymzall exclaimed, taking the stick and demonstrating. Lamb's hand ran through his wool again.

"Yes well, let's not keep magic wands in our wool." They muttered quietly and went back to work.

"Mabaa?"

"Aymzall."

"What uhmn.n..What did you eat when you were like uhm.....What was your favorite snack as a kid?" Aymzall inquired, trying to make sure his words and thoughts were organized.

"Well. We ate a lot of vegetables. Like Beets and Cauliflowers and Pumpkin seeds. But we mostly ate grass. So I guess I liked that a lot"

"GRASS? Like the stuff we ate when Shilander accidently set a fire in the barn?" Aymzall exclaimed in shock. "And we had to eat like dirt and stuff?"

"I keep telling you two, that was lightning that burned the barn because it struck the weather vane-don't go spreading nasty rumors. Yes, grass." Lamb flicked something away from his wool and fished out more bark and leaves.

"We had a belief that grass is what we all shall become when we die so we honor the cycle of life by consuming grass."

Aymzall hummed for a while at the answer, kicking his legs back and forth-only stopping when his Mabaa told him to 'hold still' and 'quit squirming'

"Mabaa?"

"Aymzall."

"Uhhhmmmm Did.....Did you have like...uhm.....Like......" Aymzall chewed on his lip for a minute.

"Did you have a leader?"

"We had the council of elders." Lamb replied. "They were the keeper of sacred rituals , admired and wise. They were also very nice and often kept sweets on them. They would teach all the children important things children should know."

"Like what?"

"Well, how to spin yarn, for one." Lamb added another leaf to the growing pile. "We were all sheep so we produced a lot of it as an export. So we had to turn wool into yarn like we do here. And how to knit. And tell us stories with important lessons that we could learn from. And how to have fun and play games." Aymazall frowned a bit. "Not the answer you wanted?"

"No I mean like, did you have someone that went around with a big sword and went hacking and slashing to bring back stuff and supplies like you do, Mabaa?" Aymzall swishing his 'magic wand' around like a sword to emphasize. Lamb laughed softly at this.

"Well. I wouldn't call what I do 'hacking and slashing' but we did have someone like that. We called him The Ram. He did not live with the rest of the flock, but in a little hut on a hill overlooking the little valley our village was in. He would wander around the outskirts and make sure nothing ever came into the village and would keep up safe." They wriggled their hands at Aymzall. "He would fight wolves with his bare hands and throw them over the hills and wore their soaked pelts as a prizee-his wool was stained the color of rust." They gestured wide and up from the sides of their head. "And he had six great sets of horns that would tower over and he would paint them red with blood."

"Ewwww!" Aymzall squealed excitedly. "Where is he? Is he still out there kicking wolves over hills and doing cool stuff?"

"....Well....." His Mabaa got a sort of soft look in their eye for a moment, that same sort of soft look when one of the elderly in the Flock started getting really tired all the time and they laid down and never woke up again. "Being The Ram was a very very dangerous job. And one day. The Ram got hurt very badly. And sometimes when people are hurt very very badly, they just....don't get better again. So he….went to sleep forever."

"Oh." Aymzall replied quietly. He tapped his fingers together, furrowing his brow. He felt like he did something bad asking about this all of a sudden. He didn't like seeing his Mabaa sad. "Mabaa did I make you sad?"

"Oh no, baby-You could never make me sad wanting to know stuff, never stop asking about stuff." Lamb pressed a kiss to his ear. "I'm just a little sentimental about the past."

"....Do you miss your family and your old flock?" Aymzall felt his Mabaa wrap their arms around them, pulling them close so his head rested on the crook of their neck. It was the sad sort of hug-but he could feel Mabaa's smile against his cheek. A sort of happy sad.

"Every day, my sweet little Aymzall." A kiss was pressed to his cheek as Lamb pulled back to look at him properly. "But now I have a lovely big flock around me, and I have your father and I have you two little rascals-I don't ever have to be lonely again-"

The sound of the door's thick tarp flaps flipping open cut off whatever Lamb was to say next as Narinder made a sudden appearance, his face twisted in mix of annoyance and terror.

"FLEAS. THIS ONE HAS FLEAS!" Narinder exclaimed, holding Baalzubub upside down by his hoof. Unterrified-Baalzubub squealed and giggled. Lamb set Aymzall back up on his feet and hopped up to examine his brother. Lamb gently took Baalzubub from Narinder and ran a cloven hand through his wool and scowled apparently at something Aymzall couldn't see.

"Flea dirt." They muttered quietly. "This could be a very serious problem. Most of the flock have fur, we may have to...." They trailed off-mumbling quietly to his father. Aymzall frowned and walked between his parents and looked up at them both.

"It shouldn't be a problem, just slap the label 'ritual' on the end of it." His Father had answered to whatever his Mabaa had just said. Lamb set Baalzbub down next to Aymzall and began to reflexively pick at their own wool.

"That's not who I'm worried about."

Both parents glanced down. Aymzall slowly took Baalzbub's hand with the odd sensation that they were about to start running.

"We're going to have to shear them both." Narinder finally said. "The parasites will have laid eggs in their-NO, YOU TWO COME BACK-" Narinder shrieked as both children bolted off immediately, hand in hand, screaming in terror at the prospect of being sheared and bathed.

#TSB Ask #COTL #Cult of the Lamb #Lamb #Narinder #The Divine Twins #Aymzall #Baalzbub

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“The Festival of Unleavened Bread, which is also called Passover, was approaching. The leading priests and teachers of religious law were plotting how to kill Jesus, but they were afraid of the people’s reaction.

Then Satan entered into Judas Iscariot, who was one of the twelve disciples, and he went to the leading priests and captains of the Temple guard to discuss the best way to betray Jesus to them. They were delighted, and they promised to give him money. So he agreed and began looking for an opportunity to betray Jesus so they could arrest him when the crowds weren’t around.

Now the Festival of Unleavened Bread arrived, when the Passover lamb is sacrificed. Jesus sent Peter and John ahead and said, “Go and prepare the Passover meal, so we can eat it together.” “Where do you want us to prepare it?” they asked him. He replied, “As soon as you enter Jerusalem, a man carrying a pitcher of water will meet you. Follow him. At the house he enters, say to the owner, ‘The Teacher asks: Where is the guest room where I can eat the Passover meal with my disciples?’ He will take you upstairs to a large room that is already set up. That is where you should prepare our meal. They went off to the city and found everything just as Jesus had said, and they prepared the Passover meal there.

When the time came, Jesus and the apostles sat down together at the table. Jesus said, “I have been very eager to eat this Passover meal with you before my suffering begins. For I tell you now that I won’t eat this meal again until its meaning is fulfilled in the Kingdom of God.” Then he took a cup of wine and gave thanks to God for it. Then he said, “Take this and share it among yourselves. For I will not drink wine again until the Kingdom of God has come.” He took some bread and gave thanks to God for it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”

After supper he took another cup of wine and said, “This cup is the new covenant between God and his people—an agreement confirmed with my blood, which is poured out as a sacrifice for you.

“But here at this table, sitting among us as a friend, is the man who will betray me. For it has been determined that the Son of Man must die. But what sorrow awaits the one who betrays him.” —Luke 22:1‭-‬22 (NLT)

“Easter Explained: An 8-Day Guide to Celebrating Holy Week.” A Devotional By Spoken Gospel - Day 5: “Maundy Thursday”:

“For the last 1,600 years, Christians around the world remember the last days of Jesus' life during Holy Week. Today is Maundy Thursday. 'Maundy' comes from a Latin word that means “covenant.” Maundy Thursday remembers the day Jesus shared a final meal with his disciples and gave them a new covenant.

So far, each of Jesus' final days has made it increasingly clear that he intends to tear down the current religious order and inaugurate a new Kingdom. The religious establishment has been looking for a way to kill Jesus for this message, and Judas, one of Jesus' own disciples, has just volunteered to betray his teacher (Luke 22:4-6). And on the first day of Passover, Judas decides to betray Jesus with a kiss.

Passover was a Jewish feast that reenacted how God rescued his people out of slavery in Egypt. God promised that if his people sacrificed a lamb, painted its blood above and around their doors, and then ate the slaughtered lamb with flatbread, he would free them (Exodus 12:1-10). God made good on this covenant when, after the meal, an angel came and killed the firstborn sons of Pharaoh and anyone else who defied God's plans to free his people. But after the death of the firstborn, God's people were freed from Egyptian power and soon became their own kingdom.

Jesus tells his disciples to make preparations to celebrate this day (Luke 22:7-13). But while eating the lamb and bread and drinking some wine, Jesus redirects the meaning of those symbols. According to Jesus, they don't just look back to a past act of salvation but forward to a new one. Jesus took the bread and said, “'This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.' In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying, 'This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you” (Luke 22:19-20). God's covenant on the first Passover promised freedom and a Kingdom on the other side of a sacrificed lamb and a dead firstborn. And at the same meal Jesus makes a new covenant and promises that by the sacrificed body and blood of God's firstborn, God's people will be freed once again. But first they must accept, eat, and drink his body and blood.

A lot happens after this moment. Judas leaves dinner to betray Jesus. The disciples argue about who is the best leader. Jesus goes to a nearby garden to pray and briefly asks God to take away the responsibility of being the bloody cup he has just offered. Judas returns with a mob that drags Jesus to a Jewish court. The disciples scatter. Peter, the head disciple, denies he even knows his Master. Then the religious establishment condemns Jesus as a heretic and beats him until the sun rises.

But Maundy Thursday is good news because Jesus announces that the darkness and disappointment of these final hours will lead to freedom and a Kingdom. Just as bread cannot be eaten until it's broken and wine cannot be drunk unless it's poured, a covenant cannot be made without blood. As we've said before, 'Maundy' comes from a Latin word that means covenant. And on this day Jesus promises that he will bear the cost for our covenant of freedom. Just as Israel was freed from slavery by the blood of a lamb, we are freed from slavery by Jesus' blood. He is the firstborn son who was lost so that we are no longer captive to this world's powers, temptations, sins, and consequences. Because of Maundy Thursday we are free citizens of Jesus' new eternal Kingdom.

So I pray that on this Maundy Thursday you will accept Jesus' body and blood as a new covenant - God's promise to free you and bring you into his Kingdom.”

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My top predictions for Crimes 2

[SPOILER ALERT FOR BOOK 1]

Okay I also went through some of the spoilers and leaks that was put up here on Tumblr. I don't want to link it or repost it, fearing it can be taken down. I'm no expert on Leak Laws, so you'd just have to trust me lmao.

And also my thoughts can be incredibly redundant and repetitive, because I wrote this on a dopamine high which is something you shouldn't ever do. (Also not tagging this)

The crown in the book cover might link to MC's potential coronation, but that's the obvious direction. I feel like there's a royal infiltration plot coming up, which eventually leads to a potential coronation or Trystan resigning to go solve crimes with MC.

However in the spoilers, it does mention a "coronation" outfit which I believe is -- a little less fancy for a proper coronation? Like you'd have some patriotic Drakovian colours and so on, it kind of looks like a fit you'd wear to blend in with a crowd of royalty. I definitely feel like Trystan would have a potential coronation storyline, but without MC's involvement and maybe the crown is just a red herring?

(I really don't want a TRR storyline again.)

Perhaps it isn't about the coronation, rather the crown in itself. Perhaps the crown is a symbolism as the wearer would have all control and can potentially overlook a lot of things and learn a lot of secrets. The crown provides authority. It is also studded with sapphires. A quick Google search tells me sapphires are supposed to "protect the wearer from envy and infidelity". Perhaps MC's detective skills can come in handy here, which might explain what Juliana had gone through.

Maybe there's a Juliana plot where she has some sort of an affair which costs her her life(?) since Trystan and Juliana's marriage technically isn't based on romance, rather a strategic political move. And it kind of mirrors the dangers Trystan and MC will be facing themselves.

A link between MC's father's disappearance and Juliana is definitely a long shot. Niko Borodin in Chapter 9, Book 1 says "Scarlottis and Big V" are people to watch out for and Uncle Tommy mentions a person by the name of "Viola Scarlotti" who's got ties to the mob. She was powerful back in the day and inherited an empire from her father who'd gone missing. Since Drakovia would definitely have some ties to the criminal classes, considering they've managed to tap into Trystan's life, there might be a connection between Jimmy Rose and the Juliana case.

The book cover looks like it could be situated in an old library or a sitting room of sorts. There's a painting which looks like a King's one, it might be Maksim Thorne.

The pin on MC's suit in the leaks (body type one) looks a lot like a snake eating its own tail and the outfit is also titled "Snake Charmer". It also looks like knots full of infinites in them, which can allude to the fact that their lives are a lot more connected than they thought. Drakovia might also have a thing for snakes and dragons or just mythical reptiles in general and we might see a lot more of these "snakes" personified as human traits.

The collar design in MC's black, goth dress (body type two) titled "Cloak and Dagger" has a head of a lion sewn into it, mounted on this Hermes-like Caduceus staff. It could mean that they're trying to protect someone, with the enigmatic description - "fit for Trystan Thorne's favourite guest"

It could imply MC might be looking out for Trystan, perhaps a "meet the parents" moment (?) of sorts? I'm slicing into thin air here, but I am considering all sorts of possibilities, however absurd they might be. But since it might have a medical implication, I have a strong feeling someone might either die or get poisoned and there's some sort of sabotage to remove Maksim or whoever from the throne and target Trystan next.

The snake theme is recurrent throughout the outfits and is incorporated in any one item of jewellery or the outfit in itself. It could mean MC is the catalyst that would bring about a change in Trystan and hence, the whole of Drakovia. Snakes usually symbolises "rebirth" or "change" under a positive light. I suspect MC would be a key target in this, having to evade a lot of Trystan's relatives and family and friends, apart from the case they're already solving.

There's also a fire in the background of the book cover. It could highlight some unresolved issues, some schisms within the family. It might also allude to the fire in the Iverson Ball, where MC and Trystan were going against two cults at the same time. Maybe there might be a red herring where Trystan and MC would have to pick and choose their battles and form key allies.

It isn't a total coincidence that Trystan is sent away to New York out of all places to be exiled. Clearly it is done with an intent to watch over him and carefully gather details. I'd like to think that someone knew something about the connection between Jimmy Rose's murder and Juliana and hence, had an idea to plant Trystan there and wait until the natural course of events happen.

Maybe they're doing them a favour. Maybe it was just a big old distraction, so everyone else focuses on Trystan and their blossoming romance with MC and not have to pay attention to whoever set this up.

Maksim , Trystan's father, likes them better than any other sibling, as it is revealed in a premium scene, I think, in Book 1. At the bare minimum, he'd be Eleanor Rys to Trystan's Liam Rys, because of his preference towards his eldest child. But if PB makes things interesting, we can expect Maksim to not know what's going on. He might as well be a blind ruler, doing his best to govern the kingdom when really, it is someone else pulling the strings. There might be layers to this royal conspiracy, ending with the Person Who Planted Trystan In New York, who could also be Juliana's killer.

Juliana's murder could be because she was collateral damage when really, they were targeting Trystan. You've got two sides of the schism, fighting for the same cause but being extremely sloppy about it. One group wants Juliana dead so Trystan can be removed from the line of succession.

The other might like Trystan to just fuckin die already, but would've been terrible with their work so much so that Juliana might've consumed the poison or taken the bullet or whatever, in place of Trystan.

As per Juliana's dossier leak, there's a Duchess Eveline whose children were projected to join the line of succession. Which sort of gives an insight into Mags' past, as she is not Viktoria Thorne's daughter, rather a Duchess Eveline.

Juliana wanted a law to pass that even people who have one Drakovian ruler as a parent should be allowed to stand in line for the crown, but the law was forestalled and permanently tabled after Juliana's passing.

This could be an interesting set up, because it could further prove Trystan had been a pawn all along and his future was all set and ready even though he should've had a say. So a lot of political shenanigans, surrounding a murder mystery. It reminds me a lot of The Unexpected Heiress. Possibly a closed-door mystery.

In Book 1, the Gaulish three headed statue appears to be the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone. I figure these would be the main character archetypes? (besides MC and their team, of course.) We saw something similar occur in Book 1. The killer, Eleanor St. Claire could be called a Crone for her alleged wisdom. Tony Kowalski could be the Mother, being the "provider" or an active catalyst in securing the hearts for Eleanor's plan. The Maiden could refer to either Sonja or Bethany.

Perhaps Trystan's mother could be the "Crone" in this situation, as it is established she could be a likely villain, since the diamond scene refers to the Person On The Phone as "Your Majesty". It is likely Trystan's father might not be a major antagonist, rather he'd be kept in the dark, unknowingly taking part in the scheme.

Even though I really don't want this, I definitely believe they're going to bring in every royalty trope ever. Like there are going to be scandalous dinners, with MC being Trystan's guest, exploring the palace for clues, sabotaging people, interrogating suspects - I really, really, really don't want it to be another version of The Royal Finale, with the whole "Sigrid and Liam's secret sister plot" and some grand reveal about a character who has been dead the whole time, is actually alive though I don't think it would be the case for Juliana because it is established in stone that she's very dead.

Mirrors to Book 1, where instead of Trystan taking a stab for MC, it is MC who does it. Cue the tears.

MC being pounded by Trystan's siblings and family. Some are nice. Some aren't nice.

A 'crime of passion' by definition is a crime committed at the heat of the moment or with a strong emotion. In Book 1, Tony Kowalski killed the victims hoping he would be able to ascend in a spiritual manner, when really it was obvious that Eleanor was using him to -- exert revenge on people who were snooping around a lot. It is unclear as to why Eleanor did it in the first place, because her motivations have just been strong feelings of revenge. I feel like the pattern might repeat itself in Book 2, as someone might have been pissed off by Juliana enough to commit actual murder.

Juliana's death was that she tripped over a topsail rope, suffered a head injury and was thrown overboard, which.. I mean, I understand head injuries can be critical and serious, but I have a feeling that she could have been deliberately tortured, enough to make her go weak.

It is a long shot, but it kind of reminds me of Veil of Secrets and when the kidnapper took Kate O'Malley and essentially just restricted her food and everything in that basement, beating her up and feeding her drugs. It could "count" as a crime of passion, maybe? But it's more of just deliberate torture that Juliana had to endure for having more progressive values.

Queerphobic!Thorne family. If they're that resistant towards Juliana pushing for an amendment to the succession laws, they're most definitely homophobic too. For M!Trystan's case, it could be a quick and easy arranged marriage to take Trystan out of his "courting" eras, possibly erase him of his sexuality.

In case of F!Trystan, maybe it was her own choice to marry Juliana and hence Juliana was wrongly targeted and taken out? Like, the promise of a political union that made everything advantageous for the Thorne family and the Georgescu family was a lot less important than standing against a woman marrying another woman?? I don't know.

This brief bit where Maksim goes, "What do you see in Trystan?" and MC goes, "Yeah well, they're.. a fucking moron" and they have a laugh about it. I NEED MORE MAKSIM OKAY I haven't even met that guy but he seems cool enough to be that cool dad who'd let you microwave spoons and set your house on fire.

Okay. That's it. I'm just going to stop before this gets too redundant. I'll come back and add more theories whenever I find the time before June 28th! I'll also come back after playing the book to see if I got it right!

Thanks so much for reading!

#mads pls get back to this later #mads rambles about a bunch of different things

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Omg here's me just talking about my day so if you're here for gore and sexual stuff this is not it. This is more like a rant/vent lmao so if you're here for me this is for you lmao

Bro I need you guys to understand how much I love this friend of mine. Like not in a romantic or platonic way like neither. He's genuinely like god I don't know what I'd do without him he's literally family, him and their gf are literally closer to me than my actual family and they are in fact my family. Like okay family lore guys gather round but when I had first met my ex it was by one of my best friends if your an Og you know her as M. And pretty much she had 2 best friends that were her ride or die for like 7years and one was my ex and the other was the dude I'm talking about in the beginning I legit might as well just call him my dad cause we'll he is. He was there for me throughout me and my exes relationship and he'd talk with me a lot and we like bonded instantly into like mentor type ass bond. And when my ex started becoming more and more abusive I thought my dad( my friend) would side with him cause yknow people usually side with the person they know longer and they were best friends. And at first I'd talk about it and he never once made me feel like he thought I was lying or that he didn't care. Ofc in the beginning he chopped my ex being so harsh and stuff to 'oh that's always him he's my brother and he'd do nothing like that on purpose I'll give him a talk and just know it's okay to tell me these things etc etc." At the time he was in a bit of disbelief cause well the way my ex acted towards people was like slowly ramping up.

And then I full on had confessed to my dad how he would do certain things (which I didn't even consider rape or abuse at the time) and immediately he just blocked him he sent a message before he did to my ex being like " hey the way you treat Sawyer who you know I see as my son is not smth I want in my life and if you don't cut the shit I don't want to talk to you nor do I want you going around sawyer" (when I read these messages i cried so hard lol I love my dad sm) also my dad (still talking about my friend guys lol) he's a pyshcology major and he's becoming a therapist and when I was trying to detach myself from my ex it was really hard cause I thought I deserved it and it didn't count as rape etc etc.

Pretty much I didn't want to write this man out to be a rapist especially to his 2 best friends. When I had told them about what he did to me it was as a reason why I was gonna stop talking to all of them cause I didn't want to paint him to be a bad person and that i knew if i kept talking about it to them they wouldn't like him so I was basically just trying to pretend like I was never introduced to them so they could keep liking my ex as their brother. But both have stayed by my side even after me n my ex stopped talking. They hate him which makes me feel guilty but I'm glad they've been here with me. I would not be alive if it wasn't for M and my dad. (This is the ex that made me stop using all socials and cut myself off the face of the earth and decided maybe I should try tumblr cause no one I know uses it and I could vent there so you can thank him for you guys hearing this ig lolz)

Anyways lore aside present time so my ex lived a couple hrs away from me but in the same state and M lives like a couple mins from me but my dad lives in a whole other different state and I've only seen him once in person and it was the week my ex and me stopped talking and the week I almost committed suicide but like after my attempt the next day he was pretty much at my door and it was so amazing I love him so much. And then after that day he had to go drive back home :( and it's been almost a year since I first saw him.

Cut to today and he surprised me last week saying how I'd feel if we went out to eat. And I'm like bro I'd love that but your not here only for him to say he'd be coming to see me and we hung out today for the second time in person and guys I'm literally in love with this man like not romantically like idk hoe to express that this dude is literally my dad I love him like he's my own blood. And he got me sushi and refused to let me pay. He got mad at me anytime I looked at price tags lol.

He's just so great. We only had 5hrs to hangout and he surprised me with a new skateboard so we went skating together too and now the day is over and he's already on his way home :( I miss him so much anyways this post was just me talking about how much I love my dad lol and I'll post pics of my skate board too <3. This genuinely was one of my fav days I loved seeing him and I got a gift from his gf (literally my mom lol) and it's a little wolf stuffy. And they said it reminded them of me. Cause even irl people joke about me being a puppy/dog boy lol. Anyways guys I'm not fatherless lmao. I just miss them and it's gonna make me sad they had to leave lmao

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Hello there

Hope you're doing fine? If it's not too much of a bother I would like to ask for some headcanons of married life with the demon Bro's with their mc's (gender neutral)?

married life with lucia, levy, & mefy

i got so excited seeing this ask lemme tell you- also, i wrote this with a more human!au feel as opposed to canon

also, throwback to my proposal hcs, can y'all believe that was two and a half years ago??

genre: fluff

cw: language it's to be expected at this point

Lucia

❧ he's most definitely the breadwinner out of the two of you so he won't mind if you decide to be the trophy spouse; however, if you decide to follow your own career path, he's your number one supporter and most certainly brags about you

❧ omg he's helpless with grocery shopping, please do not send him out on his own. as a matter of fact, don't even take him with you unless you have time to spare cuz mans will get distracted by everything. if for some reason he's the only one able to go run errands, you need to give him the most detailed list ever: brand, exact name of the item, what color container it comes in, etc

❧ can't cook for shit, he just wasn't taught growing up, so most of the food prep comes from you. he'll die before he makes his partner do all the housework, so if you cook then he's washing the dishes

❧ he picks up on other household chores too, most of the time completing them without you having to ask first; he does a great job with it too, but he much prefers to have you help him. he's very much into quality time, so any chance you have to fold laundry or dust the shelves together is taken

❧ just because you're married now doesn't mean dating and celebrating the small stuff comes to an end!! he goes all out for wedding anniversaries, opting to celebrate them biannually at the six months marks. he also remembers when your first date was and when he asked you to be his, and he does a little something special on those days too, like getting you flowers or taking you back to where you had your first date

❧ he likes doing date nights on fridays, usually going to a restaurant or some local attraction like a light show or ice skating. he'll also take you on monthly weekend trips to a different city or to the beach or mountains. as much as he loves going out, he's a big softie for nights in with you doing something like a spa night or game night which can get pretty competitive so watch out lol

❧ he'd definitely want to start a family with you; he grew up with younger siblings so having one or two little ones running around would just be a natural fit for him. because he's so eager for it, the topic is discussed probably before y'all even get married

❧ whether or not you do want kids, he's also keen to getting a pet. he's partial to dogs but will be perfectly fine with any animal you'd like to adopt! be it kids or animals, just having something to raise with you will make him feel fully content in life

❧ when looking for a house, he likes to keep the idea of a growing family in mind and looking for something with enough room and a nice yard to run around in. he's been dreaming of moving into a house with you and combining your belongings and finding the perfect spots for everything. leaves most of the decorating and style choices to you, but best believe he's giving his opinions and being as involved as possible

❧ just imagine painting a room together and getting paint all over each other and play fighting, or spending a late night in a room filled with boxes, eating takeout on the floor, chatting endlessly about the life ahead of you :,)

Levy

❧ in a marriage with him, you'd both have to work to support the finances; he'd probably have some sort of scholarly/academic job or a career in local government, and having one income won't quite be enough to support the two of you comfortably

❧ can't cook very well either, he really did try to learn but he could never get the hang of it and always ends up burning something. much prefers home cooked meals or something on the healthier side, but won't be opposed to some takeout after a hard day at work

❧ he loathes doing housework spoiled brat but he'll be damned if he makes you do everything while he sits back and watches, so he'll take on some of the easier tasks like dusting, folding laundry, or specifically drying the dishes

❧ prefers to only celebrate your annual wedding anniversary, but he makes up for it by going all out and making each one special. he takes his time planning out a trip that would be meaningful for the two of you, or saving up to get a nice gift for you. he also does the same on valentine's day. one thing you'll do on your anniversary tho is pick a book that you've read that the other hasn't, annotate it, and then exchange books to read and add your own annotations to it. there's a bookshelf designated for these books only so they can stay together

❧ he's great with grocery shopping, always remembers what y'all need even without a list. you trust him enough to send him out alone, you know he'll always get the brands you like and what variant you prefer. he's also like incredible at budgeting and finding a bargain which is so necessary in this economy. tries to stick to what's on the list, so if you try to sneak in anything extra he'll give you the mom stare but eventually give in and allow you one (1) treat

❧ prefers nights in over date nights out, so the two of you will often stay on the couch and watch a movie or pick a book and read it together. if these get boring, he also enjoys completing difficult puzzles with you or playing mystery themed games. for out of the house dates, the two of you will often visit historical sites or museums; you frequent these places so often that you probably have memberships to them

❧ y'all likely opt for a modest home that's cozy enough for the two of you until the discussion of starting a family comes about. he'll most likely want kids, but it won't be for a little bit into y'all's marriage. until then, you keep pets to fill the house with a little more life. he's partial to cats or a more independent animal, but won't fight you on getting a dog, although he makes it perfectly clear that you are the one taking care of it

❧ one of the first things he does when you move into your new home is map out where to put your library lmao but other than that, he's actually really helpful in decorating and choosing paint and furniture. his preferred decor style is like a history professor's poorly lit office, so the house can look a bit,, cluttered at times, but the way you set everything up makes it easy for the two of you to navigate

❧ will take any opportunity he gets to call you by his last name or refer to you as his spouse, and he has the most sickeningly sweet expression every time he does

Mefy

❧ the two of you decide to split the finances and each have a career. the funny thing is, though, you have no idea what he does for a living. every time you ask him he's so vague with his answers that you eventually just stop asking. if anyone else asks, you just tell them that he works in an office or does freelancing. sure, it's concerning and quite frankly irritating that he won't tell you,, but you don't think you'd wanna know what he actually does,,

❧ he's not a big fan of running errands- he claims it's because he's too busy but he really just doesn't like the hassle- but if you ask early enough he'll go with you. make him push the cart. he hates it but just manipulate him by saying you're the one who made the list and therefore know what to grab, it's only fair he pushes the cart for you. he is good at finding bargains, tho, as well as hidden gem brands that you've never heard of before but are actually way better than what you've been getting

❧ outright refuses to do the dishes. the most he'll do is load/unload the dishwasher, but that's only if you ask nicely and he's in a good mood. leaves you to do the cooking too, but only early on in your marriage because he just,, doesn't know how to cook. he learns by watching you, but if you don't know how to cook very well either then the two of you will just learn together! it's one of the few sweet domestic moments you have with him regularly. don't worry, he picks up the slack by doing other household chores like dusting, vacuuming, and laundry

❧ he's so weird with anniversaries, even before marriage. he only celebrates the big milestone ones, like wedding anniversary and he'll even continue celebrating your old dating anniversary. he thinks celebrating smaller anniversaries like first kiss or even being married for six months is dumb, but that doesn't mean he forgets about them. instead he'll bring it up casually during dinner and ngl it shocks you that he remembers so much. he opts to plan something small and intimate for anniversaries, thinking that going all out is a waste of energy

❧ the two of you will not call it a day until you've had your nightly debriefing where y'all talk about your day, what went good, what was bad, who said what, etc. this rolls over into your weekly bitch sessions where the two of you stay in, have a self care session, nurse a drink of your choosing, and just straight gossip and speculate

❧ if you want kids, that's gonna have to be a serious discussion with him and there's gonna have to be a lot of planning going into it. he never really saw himself having children, it's very high maintenance, but with time, planning, and a lot of reassurance, he'll grow fonder of the idea. pets are perfectly okay with him, tho he does prefer something on the more cleanly and low maintenance side

❧ when it comes to moving house, he'd prefer something on the smaller side, a great contrast to what he's used to. he'd love an older house too, something with soul and character. he secretly has a blast picking out paint colors and furniture with you, but he's so unbearably picky about everything. he has a very specific set of taste and style, and he's not willing to compromise on much

❧ there's probably gonna be a lot of petty arguing with this one over,, pretty much anything, but it's all in good humor and never with bad intentions. for the most part, being married to him is no different than how it was dating him, only with more responsibility

#my. hcs #nightmare harem #nightmare harem hcs #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mefy #otome games

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monmuses · 3 months

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demondads asked: ♪♪♪♪♪ ((go nuts fam!!!)) ; For every ♪ in my inbox I'll post a song I listen to for character inspiration.

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I wanna taste love and pain Wanna feel pride and shame I don't wanna take my time Don't wanna waste one line I wanna live better days Never look back and say It could have been me It could have been me, yeah!

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG! first hearing it with watching it for movie night, i became so attached to it for Braelynn because she wants to feel what life is like! she wants to feel every emotion and what it's like to succeed and fail. and i also want to link the scene of the movie here because it serves as importance for her story in her AU of S2 TWAU. she's a performer and sharing her feelings of what life was like is so important to her and showing that she won't ever be held down just being herself.

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Exorcists can't save me now I swear to you that I'm fine Please let me die to be found He speaks for me, nerves that I grind Speaking louder in my own voice Blocked by the voice of a demon inside I act coy and I play nice Only to die on the inside

this song is... really heavy. so, regarding Harriet & Elizabeth, this song paints a serious situation in which where they were in an abusive relationship with a man in their years of college. however, this also applies to her relationship to her family; specifically her step-father. she is constantly controlled, held down, and unable to speak. they both are victims of abuse in the most horrific of ways, and Elizabeth was how they broke out.

i also find this song very important because the overlaying of both parts fit how they both speak during the song - they have voices and their own thoughts that overlay with one another. this is what i consider their Jekyll & Hyde song, and it's their attempted cries of needing an escape.

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Why don't you get it? Can't you get it? Understand They're gonna execute the mother to elevate the man They're gonna propagate the killer, eliminate the youth They're gonna blind date everyone until you love them too They're gonna blind date everyone until you love them too They're gonna blind date everyone until you love them too They're gonna blind date everyone until you love them

Fran's story is also full of trauma and the sense of isolation from her own community & town. a lot of her story is based on how much the South Park kids treated her during the first AND second game - constantly speaking for her, the anger, the fighting, unable to speak for herself, family trauma; having no identity. her story is full of anger and it's what makes her so dangerous and monstrous. she doesn't know this yet, but it will end up becoming truth later on in her life. this song perfectly describes how angry she is towards her own friends and how they don't know anything but she does.

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Watch out, don't look She's your nightmare of a dream Go home, run fast If you don't, she'll eat your heart out of your chest Got your insides on her dress Blood's her favorite shade of red Say your prayers and go to bed

i love this song and for two reasons; it tells a story and it describes Yuri in Act 2-3. she becomes so obsessed and almost demonic in a way with how she shares her love and obsession towards the Player and how attached she gets. in truth, she is much like this with those she loves, and becomes attached in a very close way. however, the mutilating ways in how she shares that love are to a minimum and almost never shown unless the other doesn't reciprocate those feelings.

she would kill for her lovers, and will kill, but in a very fucked up and defacing way where she loses her own identity and only finds solace in her partners.

#demondads #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)#✨{𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔩; (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫)#✨{𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰; (𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔬/𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠)#✨{𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 - 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥; (𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔶𝔫𝔫 ‘𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢’ 𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔯)#✨{𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 - 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔪 𝔦 𝔱𝔬 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢?; (𝔡𝔯. 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔧𝔢𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔩)#✨{𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨; (𝔪𝔰. 𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔶𝔡𝔢)#✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬)#✨{𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩; (𝔶𝔲𝔯𝔦)#long post

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weirdraccoon · 8 months

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This is one of my favorite songs and I feel it every time I hear it. I have a... story that goes with it but it's personal and kind of stupid so read only if you are curious.

Warning tho: Suicidal thougts and a very long rambling text.

So, in 2022 I went to Canada to meet with a guy I met on facebook (don't think anything yet, I know this is dumb). Anyway, this dude I met was from Mexico too, different city, but close enough he could visit.

We started talking during the pandemic and I didn't want to meet him in person haha and I used the fact that we had to stay home as an excuse to explain why I didn't want him to come (this dude couldn't take a simple "no").

Fastforward to May 2022 and he came to my city. I still didn't want to meet him but I admit he had been fun to talk to and I considered him an online friend. Besides, I had already looked him up, y'know, to check he was who he said he was and all. (I even found the name of his parents lol I'm good).

I remember Dr. Strange was on theatres and I told him I'd meet him if he invited me to see it and when we were waiting in line he told he was moving to Canada and he'd like it if I went with him. I was like "hold it, you're just an online friend" but I guess he had already put my in the girlfriend-zone which sucks.

That year was one of the worst years, emotionally for me. I've just finished my career and I was giving online classes and I felt like a functional adult. But then, I quit my job because of dumb stuff my dad put in my head and I had nothing to do- no work, no study, no energy to write or paint or anything really. And I started thinking:

If I'm doing nothing, then what's the point.

To be alive without actually living.... It'd be better if I didn't exist at all.

I guess it consumed me and it depressed me even more and all I did was sleep and pretend I was doing good when I had to go see my family.

I felt like a ghost. Now I realize I had been feeling like that, as if in a daze or a dream or like smoke, for a very very long time.

FB dude invited me to Canada then, paid for the plane and everything. Mom seemed excited that I was apparently meeting someone, even Dad was unworriedly cheering me on, telling me I should explore and travel and meet people (ohgoshamIcrying?)

So I went.

I knew I couldn't put my life in other people's hands, and not in a trusting way but in a desperate attempt at finding a lifeline.

That song?

I first heard it when I was sitting near a lake.

Dude had to work all the time I was there, so I was by myself most of the time. I still slept most of the day, then went out, drank water to feel full but I didn't eat that much in those two weeks, wandered around downtown, visited the National Gallery, took a bunch of photos to look content on my instagram...

I almost didn't come back.

My thinking process was: if I die here, they won't have to see my lifeless body. They won't have to hold a -what's the word- like they did for my uncle (who died just a few months before my trip). It'll be better for them all if I just disappeared. Bunch of people disappear everyday. Tourists. Specially women, right?

I listened to that song every single day during my stay there and I kept looking for the oportunity, the place. Waiting for someone to actually do it for me and even wishing FB dude was a psycho who'd do it for me cause apparently I was a coward.

Anyway, I did come back and I feel awake and I no longer want to do it even if I think not existing is still a good idea. Went to the psychologist, figured some stuff out, realized I hadn't mourn my uncle like I should've, put my life on my hands with a pretty simple and dumb goal: I don't want to leave that on my brother.

Now I'm still convincing myself, every day, that I do want to be here.

And even if there are days when I just sleep and think that I don't deserve to exist, I keep trying the next day.

Ignoring myself is difficult, but I also enjoy shutting myself up by proving I can do things.

It helps that now I have a job, so I have to get up for that, and HL helped a lot, taking me home for a little while and finding me a new little fandom with even a friend or two (even if we dont talk much).

Still... I'm scared of maybe not comitting it, but I guess I don't really take care of myself, and I'm just following my uncle's steps on how to stop existing.

But scared is not the right word either. I guess I'm just sad. Again. All the time.

#this song #personal rubbish #depressed #tw depressing thoughts #depresion #suicidal thoughts #you are not alone #if anyone wants to talk about feeling this way #i get it #or we can only listen to sad music #5 minutes of crying then dust off and go on #weirdraccoon rambling #Spotify

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nnfrerking · 1 year

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The Garden of Showerheads

(I got the following story from a video my missing friend, Nate Fredrickson, recorded. I don't know if he told the truth here. The family has talked to the neighbor and she claims she didn't talk to him that day.

I've decided to post my transcription of the video online to see if anyone can help with the search. If any of the people reading this notice anything strange in what Nate said or have any other information, please let me know.)

Nate: I'm making this recording so that my friends and family members know what happened to me. I admit, after I did what I did, I at least deserved a good scare from my neighbor. However, I DON'T deserve what I believe will happen soon.

I've tried pleading, reasoning, and screaming my apologies to my neighbor and I've gotten no response except the sounds of things breaking on the first floor of my home. I assume there's a search going on. Perhaps my neighbor only feels wrathful at this point. If so, this won't stop until I'm found. When that happens, I may die.

If my neighbor didn't have that garden of showerheads, maybe I would've avoided all this. To clarify, when I use the term "showerheads", I'm not talking about a flower breed. My neighbor has literal showerheads, like the kind you find in a shower, all over her front and back yards. Somehow and for some reason, she found dozens of these, painted them in different colors, stuck fake leaves to them, and stuck them in her garden beds.

Most of my neighbors found this art project bizarre but harmless. I agreed with them. Ask them and they'll tell you as much. I didn't mean what I said at all.

Yesterday had just, well, got me right in the ass, to put it bluntly. I had to go to the vet to put my dog, Skipper, down. I felt like absolute garbage last night and couldn't get to sleep. Today, I wanted to do nothing but bum out, play video games, and eat delivery pizza. However, I must have stepped on a Bible or something, because God decided to send my neighbor over.

A few minutes after I demolished the King of One Thousand Swords boss, she rang the bell. I would have ignored it, but I had already ordered the pizza.

So now on top of my raging grief, I also had the mild disappointment of seeing my neighbor standing there instead of the pizza delivery guy. She had a nice smile that shone through her wrinkles and wore a cute flowery blouse, but that didn't help my mood. Still, I managed to talk politely when I asked her what she wanted.

She told me what happened last night first. A windstorm had come by last night while I was emotionally preoccupied. The wind had caused some of her showerheads to fall over. She had gone to pick them up, but her arthritis-ridden back refused to let her bend over that day. She believed that the "nice young man" next door could help her pick them back up. I would even get paid twenty dollars for that small task.

It would have taken me ten minutes, but I just couldn't do anything that day. Yet, I didn't want to seem like an asshole. I think this inner conflict sent my emotions over the edge and I said what I shouldn't have said.

"Why would I want to help you with your stupid art project?"

I regretted the words immediately after they came out of my mouth. My neighbor's expression stretched with shock and then it scrunched up with anger. My already tense muscles became tenser.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Yesterday was difficult. My dog died and…"

"Oh, so that gives you the right to be an asshole to everyone," my neighbor snapped.

"Well, yanno, I'm grieving right now. I can't control myself all that well. Surely you can understand…"

"Clearly!"

She grabbed the knob and slammed the door in my face. I stood there for a few moments. Then I turned around, trudged back toward my couch, picked the controller up, and sat down. Only then did I realize I had lost the urge to play video games. I just wanted to sleep.

I set the controller down on the coffee table, didn't bother to turn the game off, and let myself fall onto the couch cushion. A few moments after I pulled my legs up and stretched them out, I fell asleep.

Thwack! Thwack!

I awoke to these sounds at my window. I lifted my head until I could see it. A single pink showerhead covered in fake leaves floated there on the other side of the glass. I started chuckling. I stopped when I realized who could be under that showerhead and what she probably wanted.

"Is that you, Ms…Ms…" I had forgotten my neighbor's name. "Um, is that you Ms. Neighbor? There's, uh, no need for violence. I meant what I said. About what I said, I mean. I mean, my apology was sincere."

I rolled off the sofa and planted my feet on the ground. I crept over to the window as my neighbor continued to bang the showerhead against the window. The glass refused to break. I smirked and relaxed a little.

"You probably won't break that. That window has tempered glass on it. It's also double-paned." I stopped about a foot away from the window. "Look, just put that thing away, Ms. Neighbor. Let's talk about this like reasonable people."

The showerhead stopped moving for a few moments. Then it began shaking.

"Oh…you…you don't need to feel afraid." I leaned over the window sill so I could look into my neighbor's eyes. "I just want to–"

A long pink tube sat by itself on the ground. It shook at the same rate as that pink showerhead. With my eyes, I followed the tube back up to the showerhead. I gasped. The metal on the showerhead had started to budge in places. These bulges moved chaotically. I froze, feeling both fascinated and terrified by the sight.

In no time at all, the bulges split open and more showerheads, complete with fake leaves, emerged. These then became nearly twice the size of the original showerhead in just a few moments.

After about a dozen showerheads emerged and grew, the glass smacking continued with more force. This entire showerhead tree threw itself against the glass with shocking speed and strength. The frame shook. I broke out of my shock and backed up before turning around and sprinting up the stairs. The moment I slammed the bedroom door, I heard the glass shatter below.

So that's what happened and why I'm here. I said something bad to my neighbor and, even though I apologized, she…uh…sent this showerhead monster after me. Heh. It's kinda funny, in a way. I would be laughing if I wasn't so terrified.

…

I love you all and I'm sorry that I put you through this. I won't make you watch what's gonna happen next.

(A week has passed and we've yet to find Nate. I want to believe he just decided to go away for some time, but I don't think that's the case. We will continue trying. Thanks in advance to anyone who tries to help.)

#horror #creepypasta #horror short #short story #horror story #story writing #horror genre #horror art

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dogmomwrites · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes Tag

There's a new game for writers floating around, and I got tagged to join in! I'm so honored y'all wanna see my stupid characters in this lol Thanks so much for the tags, @smzeszikorova, @blind-the-winds, @saltysupercomputer, @elijahrichardwrites, and @andromedatalksaboutstuff!

Since I had so many tags for this, I'm gonna do a lot of quotes so

⚠️ long post! ⚠️

(It's really long guys I got carried away i'm sorry)

I'll also be soft tagging @houndsofcorduff, @fearofahumanplanet, @bardic-tales, @penspiration-writing, @ghost-town-story, and and anyone else who wants to play to use this generator and join the fun!

Jimmy: I am in charge of this disaster! Luke: I have a name, you know.

Jimmy: Let me copy your homework. Steph: I was gonna copy yours. Jimmy: Well, shit. Steph: Guess I'm not doing it.

Steph: What are your three best qualities? Jess: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

Riley: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Luke: I will politely decline.

Thomas: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.

Riley: You’re drunk. Jimmy: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Riley.

Jess: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Luke: Spear. Jess: BLOCKED.

Jess: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

Jimmy: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Luke: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Luke: Well Jimmy, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. Jimmy: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it

Thomas: *eating a cinnamon roll* Aaron: Cannibalism. Thomas: *confused chewing noises* (This one is especially funny to me as Thomas really is a cinnamon roll)

Jonathan: I dare you- Thomas: Jess is not allowed to accept dares anymore. Jonathan: Why not? Jess: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Jonathan: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Luke meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Luke: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

Thomas: Jimmy... Jimmy: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

Jimmy: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? Jess: Strong. Thomas: Weak. Jonathan: An idiot, is what you are.

Aaron: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic. Riley: What’s the difference then? Aaron: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Luke: Note to self; never get shot.

Jess, tearing up the room: Where are they? Jess, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? Jess: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

Steph: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* Jimmy: *standing on the roof* Bless you. Steph: God?!

Aaron: Are you having another depressive episode? Luke: A depressive episode? Luke: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

Steph: I could kill you if I wanted. Jonathan: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Aaron: What’s your favorite color? Thomas: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Aaron: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Thomas: My favorite color is pink.

Jonathan: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Steph: They do. Thomas: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

Thomas: It was difficult, so you’ve just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying? Luke: Exactly. Luke, to Jess: I told you they’d understand.

Steph: *pitches an idea* Jimmy, impressed: Huh, there might be something here! Thomas, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit.

Jess, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Luke, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Jonathan, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Aaron, trembling: What are we playing?!

Steph: What time is it? Jimmy: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out Jimmy *BLASTS the saxaphone* Riley: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING Jimmy: It’s 2 am

Jess: And what do I get out of this? Jonathan: I will give you a dollar. Jess: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar! Jonathan: How bout two dollars? Jess: You got yourself a deal.

Tried a couple with Avalanche in the mix and this was the first lmao

Jimmy: It’s time to turn this into a real business. Riley: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes? Aaron: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes? Avalanche: I handle our accounting.

Avalanche: What do you want then? Jimmy: Er… something work related. Avalanche: What department is this? Jimmy: Sorry? Avalanche: Well, if it’s work related you’d obviously know what department this is. What department is this? Avalanche: *looks at Aaron* Some sort of homosexual department?

Avalanche & Jimmy in the back of Riley's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! Aaron: We have food at home. Riley: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough* Avalanche & Jimmy: YAYYYYYY! Riley: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

Riley: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? Avalanche: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔 Aaron: Why were you microwaving a lemon??? Avalanche: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Riley: Did you burn an orange too? How??? Avalanche: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

*Riley drunkenly wanders around the house and Jimmy is drunkenly giggling* Aaron, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Avalanche. Avalanche, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

Jimmy: What’s up with Avalanche? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now? Aaron: They're just a little overwhelmed. Jimmy: Why? Aaron: Riley smiled at them.

Jimmy: Blue M&Ms are the best. Riley: whAT IS THIS SLANDER? Jimmy: What about it? They are. Riley: I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH LIES ON MY CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER! Riley: THE RED ONES ARE THE BEST! Jimmy: YEAH? WELL YOUR MOM'S A HO! Avalanche: They're all chocolate inside, the colors don't mean anything. Aaron: I like the yellow ones. Jimmy and Riley: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH! (okay but Riley and Jimmy would definitely be dumb enough to argue over m&m colors)

Riley, teaching Jimmy to drive: Okay, you're driving and Avalanche and Aaron walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Jimmy: Oh, definitely Aaron. I could never hurt Avalanche. Riley, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Switching over to Castle characters!

Aero: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for the cats? Saben: They need to learn how to protect us.

Nuka: Hey, McKenna you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform. McKenna: Have you ever been to a mortuary? Nuka: Yea, my grandma lives there. Arial: That is the worst response to that question.

Nuka: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Arial: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Aero: I recorded the dumb stuff. McKenna: I joined you in the dumb stuff. Saben: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

Saben: Are you listening to me? Aero: *nods* Saben: What did I just say? Saben: *nods* Saben: ...

Seen: *slowly pushes a cannon into a 17th century bank* Okay everyone, be cool. This is a robbery.

Raavi What do you call disobeying the law? The Squad: A hobby. Raavi: *crosses their arms* The Squad: That we do not engage in.

Chase: Relationships should be 50/50. Mickey cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty. (they're not in a relationship but ig it slipped through and i'm leaving it cuz it's funny)

Ryder: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

Blue: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve. Raavi: I think you mean cards. Mickey: They did not. Blue, pulling out knives: I did not.

Seen: Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water? Blue: Because your toast would get soggy!

Lukalt, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Neal: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Raavi: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Lukalt: I got distracted halfway through. Hank: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Seen: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need. Seen: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business.

Hank: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk. Hank: *cuts piece of cake* Ryder: ...Can I have some? Hank: Cake is for talkers

Hank: How long do you think it'll take? Chase: I don’t know, three or four. Hank: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months? Chase: Yeah, maybe five. Hank: Five what?!

Raavi: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Ryder: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Ryder: And I started thinking. Ryder: Like, it was just trying to get food. Ryder: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Seen: Are you ok?

Seen: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

Lukalt: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Blue: Not by the law!

Lukalt: Everything’s fine, Raavi. Raavi: Lukalt, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Raavi: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

Mickey: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Lukalt: Awww, thanks- Mickey: That’s not a good thing. Lukalt: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

Blue: I warned you. Blue: I'm perfect.

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years

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Just a little vent about my brother because I don't know where else to go

It's nothing "serious" but it's enough to give me a headache

I loathe the fact that my older brother has become such a massive victim of hustle culture. For those who don't know what that means, here's a definition of it:

Ever since I could remember he and my parents always butt heads, especially him and my dad. Both are very stubborn people who will not back down no matter how wrong both of them are but most of the time it really is my father who is in the right simply because he has more years of experience and has seen more things that my brother. Maybe a little more then a year ago my brother moved to Germany and honestly the quality of life, especially mine, has improved. I hated sharing a room with him, he always had to be right and when we were younger he would be so annoying with the fact that I made my dad paint the walls pink (I'm pretty sure he's still holding that grudge tbh)

But yeah, what does this have to do with hustle culture?

WELL, my brother is an idiot who thinks that if he "works hard enough" he'll be a millionaire by the time he's 30 and I just..... I'm speechless, okay, I legit just 🗿😶 He smokes several packets of cigarettes every single day, he hardly ever eats real food, his main source of nutrients are coffee and nicotine, MAYBE bread if he feels like it. Worst thing is, he's not even broke?? Like, he makes enough to buy his own stuff and cook, maybe even treat himself to a nice meal every week but he instead spends it so carelessly and just recently bought a car that he can't afford because of course he can't

AND IT'S SO HARD TO TALK TO HIM, I FEEL LIKE UNALIVING MYSELF EVERYTIME I'M LEFT ALONE WITH HIM

I'm a very carefree person and he's serious as a rock, and that does not mesh well. While I may be childish I am most certainly not irresponsible, I will do anything I need to do! But he has this really negative view of the world where people will only use and abuse you, looks are everything and if I don't lose weight I'll never find a good job. When he heard I was going to the gym he was very happy but when he saw that I didn't look like a bloody Victoria Secret model he was so confused, he actually thought I was going to look like that and that hurts still a little. Even while we were talking about more mature things, he said that he was proud that I had my own voice and opinions but I could tell that he thinks I'm weird for never having a boyfriend. I also told him that I can't open my legs for anyone like that, but I don't judge people who like to sleep around, but it's just not my thing and you know what he said? "If you can't do something as simple as that then I really should be worried about you".

He also has this weird way of insulting you but he really doesn't mean to??? Like, I have this big vein at the back of my leg and a lot of cellulite, I'm super insecure about my legs and I HATE them omg. It's super hot where I live and if I don't wear shorts in the house I'll die and while I was in the living room he saw the vein and was like "THE HELL IS THAT, IT'S SO HUGE" and I felt like crying. What stings even more is that he really didn't mean to insult me, he's just not good with words

Anyway rant over, I'm so done with him

#ana rambles #I'll probably delete this

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skullchicken · 1 year

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Ich habe 8.367 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

92 Einträge erstellt (1%)

8.275 Einträge gerebloggt (99%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@yondamoegi

@arkatrine

@the-barabarian

@friendlygiantstm

@nyoxt-was-here

Ich habe 976 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

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#my art – 30 Einträge

#self-reblog – 23 Einträge

#tabletop – 18 Einträge

#urban fantasy – 18 Einträge

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and discipline are all variables in a large equation that exists to determine how good a grade you can get on some cosmic test that you’re

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

On the way home, 2020

104 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. März 2022

"This won't go over well at the next team meeting"

Please click to see the details! (or you might not spot the guy)

I love myself some illustrations that tell a story, so I tried my hand at one. I had a lot of fun snapping reference photos for sloppily eating ramen ^^

125 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 9. März 2022

I dunno, I think that went well

125 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. August 2022

Here's a rule of thumb that really helped me build up a circle of close friends in my twenties:

Friendship = bonding x times met

Meaning: if you want to befriend someone, make sure you have contact on a somewhat regular basis.

I know this is easier said than done for many people, but if you have the brain-space and ability for it, try this:

Make a list of people you know personally and that you'd like to know better or be good friends with. people who bring you joy. I would not make the list too long, maybe 12 at the most.

Now write the last time you spoke or wrote to them next to their name. bonus: note down subjects you talked about.

Put the list somewhere where you see it (your desktop, first page of your notebook, wall, whatever).

Write the person you haven't spoken the longest to, if it has been longer than two weeks. ask them how they are doing (or if you remember, how something they have been talking to about last time has turned out)

This helps you to make sure you don't drop off the face of the earth unintended. It also keeps you from letting people slip away that you get along great with but that don't stick around in your memory much, for whatever reason.

Most people, I feel, aren't great at keeping contact or contacting someone out of the blue. if you're one of the people who struggles with it, you're not alone. But if you can form a habit of contacting people you'd like to have in your life more, it can be a great source of joy and comfort.

370 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. April 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

I just had a small epiphany why you might like other people's art more than your own:

It's the lack of suspension of disbelief.

When you see something someone else has drawn or painted, you take in the content faster than you take in the technical aspects. You experience it as pseudo-real, the same way you stop perceiving animated characters as drawn or book characters as written as you get into the story.

On the other hand, when you yourself have made something, all you see is the machine behind the theater, so to speak. You're probably thinking about lines, shading, coloring in a "does this make sense? Is this the best decision I could have made?"-kind of way.

I think that's also why sometimes, pictures you haven't looked at for a long time starts looking nice to you again, à la: "Hey past-me was unto something! Why can't I replicate it nowadays?". It's probably specifically because you've forgotten the process of making it that you are now seeing it with fresh eyes.

Art is an illusion, but a magician has a hard time tricking themself. So don't be so hard on yourself: it's probably just that you can't see the magic right now, but that doesn't mean it's not there.

742 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. November 2022

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