#and the whole lie is I say I don’t have a license and then just use my passport for identification

[morganbritton132]

Eddie filming a tiktok saying when gay marriage was legalized all he wanted to do was run down to the court and finally marry steve but he couldn’t because *someone* had to ask their best friend for a divorce first. (steve and robin both cried while signing the papers)

This actually tied in to an idea I already had but hadn’t posted yet. I put in the tags of a post once that Robin asked Steve to marry her in 1994 and here’s how that post would’ve gone:

Someone asks Eddie who proposed, him or Steve. Eddie responds with a video where he just barely gets out “I asked Steve to marry me in-“ when Steve is shoving into frame.

Steve: Nope. No. You’re going to lie. I asked him to marry me in 1993 and you know what he said? He said-

Eddie: I said, babygirl, not like this. Let me give you the proposal that you deserve.

Steve: He said no!

Eddie: I said not yet.

Steve: And then nothing happened. For an ENTIRE YEAR!! Anytime I brought it up, he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about

Eddie: I was preparing! Just because you’re impatient doesn’t mean that you had to run off and marry a woman!

Steve, very primly: Robin asked me to marry her.

Eddie: For tax purposes

Steve: I had no reason to say no so, day of, I call Eddie’s hotel and leave a message, and Hopper comes and picks up me and Robin because she didn’t have her license yet. And-

Eddie, smiling: And what happened, Stevie?

Steve, also smiling: He drives pass the court house and out to his cabin that’s - it looked like a fairytale, a demented one created by someone who thinks everything has to be metal but a fairytale. All the kids were back from college, Nance, almost everybody

Eddie: Would’ve got everybody but someone forced me to move up my time table

Robin, who has been there the whole time: You didn’t tell me what you were planning!

Eddie: Of course not, Buckley, you can’t keep a secret!

Steve: Eddie wore a suit, Dustin officiated it without the qualifications. It was perfect….but I asked him first and he said no, so don’t forget that.

Eddie: we actually proposed to each other at the same time the second time around but someone had to get divorced before we got married officially

Steve: I did marry Robin in ‘95

Eddie: For the tax breaks, of course.

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#it was actually for health reasons. Steve didn’t want his parents to have any say over his health #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson tiktok saga

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

So we all agree Eddie was a theater kid right? So what if Steve saw him as the phantom in Hawkins’ production of Phantom of the Opera? Ignoring that Phantom first premiered in October 1986 in London and the licensing rights to the play didn’t become available until like the 2010s OR this is modern AU

Like, Steve was dating a girl (maybe the one just before Nancy?? idk) and she was in the play as Meg and he went to see her but instead was completely blown away by tall dark and handsome playing the phantom. (the sex appeal, the dramatics, the voice).

He can’t even tell his gf how well she did because it’d just be a lie anyway, it’s like his brain was only aware of the stage in front of him when the Phantom (Eddie) was on stage.

He goes to see another showing on his own the next day and is so smitten with Eddie that he sneaks backstage and leaves a rose with a black ribbon for Eddie “To the phantom, from your secret admirer”.

Steve never forgot about his crush on Eddie “the Freak” Munson, realizes he’s bi by time Vecna happens and after everyone lives, nobody dies dammit, finds out Eddie never forgot about his secret admirer and has always wanted figure out who it was.

Robin and Eddie are talking about it when Steve comes in for work one day, “Yeah, it would be even more of a romantic story if I found out who it was. But it’s still romantic as it is, isn’t it?”

“Sure, especially since you’re so adamant about it having been a guy that left it for you.”

“Ah, we’re doing guy talk? Munson has a new crush or what?” Steve says as he slips the green vest over his shoulders.

Eddie had come out to them after waking up in the hospital; Robin and Steve having been together with him on a night shift of “Eddie Watch”. Of all people to accidentally come out to while still on the hospitals high-grade painkillers, Eddie feels lucky it happened to be to (maybe) the only other queer kids in Hawkins.

“No lady has that horrible of handwriting, Buckley, it has to be a guy. But WHO??” Eddie yells to the ceiling as he throws up his arms in frustration.

“Who are you talking about? How can you have a crush on someone and you know literally nothing about them?”

Eddie grinned at Steve, launching into his story as Robin rolls her eyes and heads out from behind the counter to put back the returns (“It’s quite the tale Steve, I’ve heard it so many times I could probably tell it just as good as Eddie can.” she says before Steve can ask where’s she’s going).

Eddie tells Steve the whole story, how he got the lead in the high school’s production of Phantom, working so hard to get the songs down, how nervous he was the first show, and then the kicker (his words): he gained a secret admirer from how great his performance was.

The whole time he’s telling steve this story, Steve manages to keep his face from changing from (what Steve has found to be) his constant state of fondness for the metal head, to one of horror as he realizes Eddie is talking about him. This whole time Eddie hasn’t forgotten what he did. And yeah, if Steve’s honest with himself, his crush on Eddie never fully died out; he shoved down as far as he could, the only evidence of it remaining through the rest of his time in school was no one ever remembering King Steve Harrington ever actually doing shit to the school’s resident freak. No teasing, no shoves into lockers while walking past, nothing.

He had almost completely extinguished it, until one fateful encounter in Reefer Rick’s boathouse.

“Wow, Eds, that is a pretty great story” Steve admits, “Do you have any ideas who it could be?”

“Loads! Tommy H. for starters-don’t give me that look Steve, you know he wants all this.” Eddie chides, gesturing to himself. “Maybe it was the stage manager, Carl? No, I’ve seen his handwriting plenty…” he tails off and thinks to himself for a bit before looking back up at Steve “Either way, I know he’s out there” Eddie rubs the back of his head shyly, “and even if he isn’t crushing on me anymore, I’d still love to find out who it was at some point you know?”

Steve smiles softly at the older man, “Yeah, that makes sense. Well, good luck Munson, I hope you find him.”

“Thanks Steve.” comes a voice as quiet as Steve’s ever heard from Eddie. They look at each other for a moment before Eddie glances at the clock behind Steve’s head. “Oh shoot! I’m late to meet Wayne!” He cups his hands around his mouth to shout “BYE ROBIN!” across the empty store, then turning to the door with a “Bye Stevie!” and he’s gone.

Steve feels every muscle in his body relax, falling hard onto the counter in front of him as his face falls and his hands come up to catch it.

Robin’s done with the returns by now and sees Steve’s dramatics, “Whoa, don’t hurt yourself there, Dingus..what’s wrong?” her voice changing to concern as she rounds the counter to him.

“Robin, I’m Eddie’s secret admirer.”

Pt. 2 will be here once I write it

Now on AO3! Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #mine #phantom of the opera #poto!steddie #phantom!eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #st #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 4 #st s4 #post-vecna #1500 #several notes of the most amiable nature

[tootiecakes234]

I’m gonna rank jjk peoples and the things they are best at

Some SFW AND NSFW

All characters aged up.

*im just ranking the top 3 for each category.

SFW:

Best cook:

Nanami (would cook 3 course meals everyday if he had the time)

Itadori (big ass appetite and cooked for himself a lot growning up)

Panda ( i just feel like he’s the cook for himself, toge, and maki)

Best singer:

Megumi ( he hums when he’s concentrating but no one mentions it because if he realized, he’d never do it again)

Geto (Gojo used to force him to sing because he loved his voice)

Todo (hear me out, he sings so often and it’s great but everyone ends up telling him to shut the fuck up cuz he will just keep going forever)

Biggest gossips (I don’t need to explain these):

Gojo

Nobara

Toge & Panda

Best gift givers:

Shoko (i feel like she’s pays very close attention to detail and would know exactly what you want)

Nanami ( would get you something that you want AND something that you need. Balance)

Megumi (is more of a listener than a talker so he 100% knows what people want)

Worst liars:

Itadori (poor baby can’t lie to save his life)

Yuta (again… lying just isn’t his thing)

Haibara (innocent sweet baby)

Best liars:

Geto & Gojo (lied to everyone and said they never saw each other in private after that day…. Puh-lease!)

Nobara (constantly telling Gojo she doesn’t know where those charges on his card came from.. weird)

Shoko (covering for Gojo when he did go meet with Geto)

Worst drivers:

Maki (music blasting, windows down, curbs hit and vibes. She’s also driving 20over the speed limit at all times)

Gojo ( this man can’t be hurt so he drives like a god damn maniac)

Gakuganji (he’s old and someone needs to take away his license)

NSFW:

Best overall in bed (not explaining):

Toji

Shoko

Geto

Best eaters:

Maki (I shouldn’t have to explain…. This woman EATS DOWN. Will not stop until the sheets are soaked and your legs are shaking)

Shoko (women do it best and shoko…. Yea she’s top tier. Have you outside her door with a boombox)

Yuta (the only man to make this list because he is a MUNCH.)

Most loving in bed:

Nanami (obviously… rose petals on the bed, slow moves deep strokes and great aftercare)

Toge (he shows you what his words cannot say)

Choso (would not leave a patch of skin untouched and he loves to talk you through the whole thing)

Meanest in bed:

Sukuna (very obvi, more pain than pleasure. Uses you like a plaything)

Mei Mei ( she’s tying you up, gagging you and overstimming to hell, but you will enjoy yourself)

Ijichi (stick with me…. This man is used and abused all day at work and he comes home to let that out on you… I feel like he’s a mean dom)

Pillow princess energy:

Nobara ( is the exact definition of a pillow princess. Treat her well)

Mei Mei (on the days when she’s not up for the work, she will sit back and let you try and please her until she gets tired)

Gojo (he comes home a lot of times exhausted and just wants to be rode or be sucked off)

Biggest tease:

Gojo (he’s just so physically affectionate, he would have you squirming and not even be doing it on purpose)

Megumi (would 1000% be on purpose but it would be so subtle. You’d be gaslit into thinking you’re making it all up in your head)

Sukuna (just wants to see how fast he can make you get on your knees and beg for him

Best subs:

Yuta (he would be down on his knees for you. Does anything to make you happy)

Choso (self explanatory. Loves to serve you)

Gojo (but only for Geto. Cannot tell me he didn’t go to him begging to be fucked more than once after their breakup.

*this was so much fun

#jjk drabble #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #gojo saturo #suguru geto #inumaki toge #jjk panda #nanami kento #mei mei #nobara kugisaki #shoko ieiri #yuta okkotsu #choso kamo #fushiguro megumi #nijika ijichi #maki zenin #toji fushiguro

[ador3sturniolo]

omg can u write about angst w/ the song drivers license w matt or chris when they broke up w the reader but they end up going back to her place to be like i miss u and either she rejects him on the spot or is like i’ll think about it

“Please?”

An - Ahh!! Thank you for the request! I hope I can do as close to what you wished for!

Paring - Matt sturniolo X Fem!Reader

Summary - Matt breaks up w/ reader

Warnings - angst, Cursing, Mentions of ed, Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD, Hope I didn’t miss anything!

Word count - 1.2k ishhh

“Fuck!” Matt shouted.

“Matt it’s okay, we can work on it.” I spoke up a little scared to hear what comes next.

“I just don’t think we can. I think we need to break up.”

Those were the word you most did not want to hear.

“I just can’t keep having to deal with you.”

I felt a tear drip down my cheek.

“Okay..” I say looking down making my way out his door.

“Just fucking leave!” He shouted throwing up his hands.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing Matt!?” I say rushing out of there going down to my car. I start my car with a river streaming down my puffy cheeks. I sob as I slowly leave the driveway, checking both ways of the road.

I’m almost home and still crying, my hands are shaky and my vision is blurry, that I pull over on the side of the road to finish crying so I can see clearly. I pull into my driveway, getting out of my car, tiredness filled my eyes as I walked through my house. I don’t even care about changing or taking off my makeup, I just lie down in my bed, falling asleep as soon as I close my eyes.

I couldn’t stop think about Matt the next morning. I didnt eat that entire day, laying in my bed crying all day is all did and wanted to do, and I did that for a couple days, not wanting to leave my bed or do anything.

2 weeks later

I wake up with mascara stains on my pillow case, my hair a mess, and my house dirty. I haven’t eaten in a while, and still no texts or calls from Matt. Chris and Nick text me once in a while to make sure I’m doing okay. I stand up and walk to my kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal, sitting down turning on my tv. I see that The sturniolos posted a new video, I click on it to see Matt with a big smile the whole video. It’s not fair that he gets to be all happy while I’m out here, not happy. I finish eating, putting my bowl in the sink and running back to my room to get my headphones and phone. Clicking on my cleaning playlist, I started to clean my house. Washing my clothes and bedding, sweeping my dirty floors, picking up trash just laying around vacuuming my carpets. It was night when I was done, even though my house was clean, I was still upset, think that cleaning would make it better but it didn’t. I lay down in my bed closing my eyes, before getting up to take a shower, which I haven’t done from the past weeks.

I get in the shower letting the water hit my dirty skin. I turn off the lights in my bathroom so I’m showering in the dark. I couldn’t tell if it was the water or that I started crying. I cry as I wash my hair and body. I get out the shower, clean. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes all red and puffy.

“Get your fucking life together” I tell myself in the mirror. I do my skin care and get into a clean pair of pjs. I cute up some watermelon and get a glass of water, and take a picture and posting it on my instagram story. Healing 🤍 I title it, letting people know I’m okay.

2 more weeks later

I decide to be a little crazy and put myself on tinder. I set up my account and go to bed right after thinking nothing of it.

I wake up to a couple guys that liked me, they were cute too! I messaged back one of the guys. We get a conversation going and he wants to take me out to dinner tonight. I smile bright at my phone and a get up and start to get ready for our date. I play my favorite songs as i get ready. I start to think to myself how I’m happy now then I was before.

I put on my favorite red dress that highlights all my curves and black heels. I looks at my phone to see that he texted me saying he was here. I walk out my door and get in his car.

Matts POV :

“It’s been a little over a month since I broke up with her..” I spoke up to Chris.

“Do you think she’s doing okay?” I ask Chris. He nods.

“She is. I still text her. She has a date tonight, so I think she’s moved on.” Chris states.

I was in a state of shock. There’s no way she could have gotten over me that quickly. I get up off the couch and head to my room. I’ve been pretty miserable without her these past couple of days, I thought I was fine. I want her back. She still has to have some feelings, right?

Reader POV :

“It’s now been two months from the first date I went on with him. He’s such a nice guy and we have so much in common. We’ve been on more dates and I have another one with him tonight.” I write in my diary before I get up to get ready.

After the date

“Thank you for tonight.” I say as pulls up to my house.

“No problem pretty.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss.

Making out for at least two minutes, I pull back.

“Did I do something wrong?” He spoke up

“No, just think we can save this for another time” I wink as I step out of the car.

We wave at each other as he drives off. I walk up my driveway, smiling as I look down at my feet. I bump into a body as I look up.

“Matt? What are you doing here? Are you okay? It looks like you’ve been crying” I say concerned look up at him.

“I miss you. I’ve been so miserable without you. I need you back in my life, I want you as mine again.” He said through sniffles.

“Matt..” I hesitated

“Please?” He said looking down at me begging.

“fuck” I whisper

“Im so sorry to do you like this when your in this state, but no. Im sorry but Ive moved on okay? I think it’s time for you to aswell. We need to meet different people. I know we had a past together but I don’t want to continue it. We can still be friends?” I said making eye contact with him, cupping his cheeks.

I could tell he wanted to cry so I pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as he wraps his arms around my waist and cry’s.

“Did you walk here?”

He nods as he wipes his nose.

“Okay I’ll drive you home, just let me go get my keys” I say as I rush inside for my keys and walk back out to him.

The ride was silent the whole way.

“Okay we’re here, do you want me to walk you in?” He shakes his head no. “Okay then. Matt?”

“Hm?” He says turning towards me.

“Just know you can talk to me about anything, you can text or call me, we can hangout, whatever you want, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, I’ll see you later.” He says as he walks away.

I smile at him as I drove off. I take a deep breath as I pull into my driveway. I go inside and get unready from my day and go to bed.

I’m being woke up by my phone ringing. It’s Matt. I pick up.

“Matt?”

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An - Hi guys! Thank you guys for the support on my last story! I hope this one is just as good as my other one! Sorry if it’s not sad enough, for y’all : ( I love reading it, but I’m not the best at writing it so bare with me 🤍

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo edit #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #angst #tinder

[earthearthearththearth]

Hello! How would the Mercs be with an S/O who has chronic health conditions (totally not because I’m self indulgent with a connective tissue disorder)

💕TF2 Mercs With An S/O With Chronic Health Conditions💕

Includes: all

Note: I referenced arthritis a lot for this and general connective tissue disorders. If anything is wrong, please correct me and I'll correct this!

🛠Engineer- You KNOW this man would be the most understanding. Not that it’s the same, but his hand was amputated, and even though he may have a hand now, he didn’t for a while! So he gets it. He isn’t overbearing, but he is attentive with how you are feeling. He’s willing to help out with anything, and although he knows you can handle yourself, that doesn’t stop him from going to Medic on the days you seem particuarly hurt or fatigued. He does his research and tries to see if any of the tips on there work. Most of them are emotionally based-don’t be overbearing, see what you can do, but he keeps up on the more physical ones too. Which means he likes to go for walks! Being from the country, he used to go on walks all the time. Nowadays he doesn’t have much time, but he tries to be there for you. 

🔥Pyro- “Aww he doesn’t get it so you go in the blanket pi-” NO! NO!! Just explain it, man. And if you don’t want to explain it, or if he’s embarrassed to ask, he’ll ask someone else. Pyro will get it, he’s not dull. Of course he doesn’t know most medical terms, he’s been hanging out with the same 8 people for the majority of his life, and the doctor there isn’t even licensed. At first he does think you are dying. But luckily that is cleared up before he sees you again. He can be a little overbearing at times, but he understands when you need your space. He just hates to see you hurt, and being uncared for with his own health problems (burn victim, i headcanon) has left him with the innate desire to make sure you always know your problems matter. 

⚾Scout-Scout is a goober and I’m not going to lie to you, he hears “connective tissue disorder” and thinks your bones are going to disconnect. Like, your arms are just going to be socks of butter. Eventually he is corrected, but it never leaves his head. Lucky for you, this boy is incredibly active, so there is never a dull moment. Sometimes he gets a little too caught up and you kinda gotta be like 

“Hey remember when I had chronic health conditions” 

And he’s like, “yeah :3” 

“Well they’re chronic-ing”

He is asking Medic, Engineer, Heavy, EVERYTHING. Anyone he thinks might know a thing or two is being asked questions. You might think you want to be asked, but he has so many. He listens to you the most though, since it is you he’s trying to learn about. Um..he knows what arthritus is! He..has heard of it. 

🦅Soldier-Does Soldier know what any of those words mean? Kind of! Disorder? I’m trying to give you deez orders! Har har harharharhar. Anyway. He is perplexed. On one hand, you seem up for training and you do quite well! Sometimes. Sometimes you spend time with Medic, sometimes you watch. Sometimes he wouldn’t notice you’re gone until a little ways in. He is in the ZONE of training. Eventually he’d ask a little something like, “WHY DIDN’T I SEE YOU ON THE FIELD TODAY MAGGOT?” 

And you’d say something like, “Just feelin’ a little stiff today,”, “Flarin up today”

So convince him not to crack you over his knee to get you feeling limber.

Eventually he’d understand that you have your off days and leave you be. But as soon as he’s done going bananas, he’s checking on you.

🗡Spy-He’s probably one of the most normal. He knows what’s up, he’s met people and had to act like said people, you know, spy things. He’d check on you to make sure you’re okay, staying active. He’d probably ask a little too much about your well being and to be honest, might keep a little booklet of sorts. Not that it helps a whole lot. In no way are you left out of anything, and he’s making sure of it. If you’re feeling particularly bad, you can hang out in his smoking room and get lung cancer as well. Sometimes he doesn’t smoke. His little treat

💉Medic- He is an unlicensed doctor damn you! He’s all up in those bones. He’d definitely want to take those joints and bones apart like a kid ripping apart a barbie. He loves you! Maybe he’d give you some painkillers or anesthesia. You are experimented and poked at a lot because finally, finally he can feel like a real doctor and deal with medical issues that aren’t bullets and death. He takes care of you when you need it, but it’s hard to tell if it’s because it’s fun to him or because he is genuinely worried. He gives you a lot of credit. 

💣Demoman-Alcohol is nature’s painkillers! He would be offering that up to you like no tomorrow, but it is because he cares. On a more sober note, he actually does have relatives with arthritis. I headcanon his mother to have arthritis, if alive. I don’t remember who the dead parent mercs are. So yeah, he gets it. He’s helping you with any chores you said you had to do,  a habit of his regardless of how your tissue connectivity is doing. 

🦘Sniper-Sniper is..yeah. Well he has your best interest in mind. Even though he knows what’s up, he’s not sure how to deal with it. He’ll probably have you drink some weird mix of gasoline, peyote, and rain water and tell you “it’ll work ya right up mate”. Don’t drink it. You having aches and pains almost constantly means he’s probably gonna have a shooting buddy. You’re his partner, yall are gonna be around each other anyways. It’s a little hard to get used to the days where you are around. Despite being a skilled sniper, the smallest noise makes him jump. It’s in his blood.

🐻Heavy-The most normal. Health issues? Okay. Want a sandwich or something? His love language is act of service. So if you’re feeling bad, sick, emotionally bad, aches, pains, or otherwise shabby, he’ll give you cut up fruit. Oh yeah. Watch this guy rip an apple in half! He can do more than that, but you know. He’ll ask if you’re okay and make sure you’re not strained, but for the most part everything is normal.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #x reader #headcanons #tf2 demoman #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 headcanons #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 soldier

[honeym4rk]

another mark friends-to-lovers au lol

part of the same storyline as my previous post !!!! where mark and oc are best friends in the same friend group in high school and oc starts falling for mark even though he likes to play into the running joke that they're some perfect couple.

i think i might make this another series of oneshots bc i... am not ready to write a whole full blown fic yet AHAHAHAH we'll see lol but i just wanted to put this up in case i never touch it again

here's the previous post!

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It’s almost as if Mark wants to continue proving you wrong. Because as much as you think there’s already so much about him that’s attractive, endearing, hot, whatever; he seems to pile on even more labels and traits that make you want to melt into a puddle of nothingness. It's like he's aiming to become one of those... multi-hyphenates that the teachers in school like to talk about.

He got his stupid Driver’s License. 

And to be honest, you never really thought it was hot that people could drive- it’s literally just operating an automobile, a routine of turning the steering wheel and hitting pedals- so what about it could possibly ever evoke any sense of attractive quality to it?

Maybe you’re just biased because it’s Mark who’s driving right now, after so long of boasting about how he got his license and how he’s already “reeeaaalllyyy good”. You sit in the passenger’s seat as he drives you back home from another day at the Library, and you buckle your seatbelt just a little tighter, holding onto it in fear as he starts the car to pull out of the parking lot.

He punches at your shoulder lightly, “Hey! I promise I’m fine! Look, I can do the one handed thingy!”

“Literally, don’t. Isn’t it dangerous, or something?”

“I mean, kinda, but I swear I’ve got it down. See?”

And got it down, he does- and you can’t lie and say it wasn’t cool. Maybe even hot. His hand on the steering wheel, he turns around to look behind the car, leaning in a little closer to you, and you have to will yourself to look away from the concentration on his face, and how good he looks with his hair out and not hidden by a cap, his circle-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. Your eyes land on the knife of a jawline he has, and then they naturally travel up to his lips that are so incredibly pink and plump-

“Cool, right?” He manoeuvres successfully, and makes a straight to send you home, and you gulp, staring straight at the street in front of you. It’s almost as if his stare has a weight of its own, crushing you, pressing you to squeeze into the car door. It’s so embarrassing that you’re secretly harbouring all of these feelings, they’re so…. strange, and maybe even inappropriate since you’re just friends.

“Okay, fine, it is pretty cool. Now you just have to get me home in one piece.” You laugh, and just pray, that for the love of God, you can just get through another day without getting flustered over something stupid like this.

“Oh yeah, I wanted you to listen to this! Unlock my phone and go into my Spotify, it’s the top playlist.”

He hands you his phone, and continues, “You remember Phony Ppl, right? They had that song you liked with Megan Thee Stallion? Well, I found one of their new songs and someone in a YouTube comment said it was sampled on the first song in that playlist, but I swore it sounded like this old 5SOS song.”

Huh. Funny. The very first song in the playlist is titled ‘I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On,’ and you literally want to punch yourself in the face. You press play.

It’s a funky disco-beat- Mark’s recommendation playlist for you has been full of these songs lately. 

“Hmm, it’s fun! I love the synths, they’re going crazy. Also, love your car’s stereo? Wow!”

You’re starting to really like it, it’s groovy, it’s fun, and then she starts singing, so you look at the lyrics on his phone- they’re not synced to the song, so you just scroll, skimming through in curiosity. And in huge, bold, white letters, almost to mock you,

You read me wrong. I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I want a friend. I didn’t mean to turn you on.

Haha. Oh my God. Hahahaha. You nod your head in awkwardness, but then try to play it off by looking like you’re just doing it to the music. 

“Right?! It’s such a bop, man! And yeah, sometimes I have to stop myself from playing the music too loud. If not I can literally feel the vibrations in my fingers. Okay, anyways, the song itself is like, seven whole minutes, and gets kinda repetitive at the end, so you can just skip to the next one. Just listen to the intro!”

‘Nowhere But Up’ sounds pretty similar to the previous song, it’s pretty clear they did sample it, yet they’ve definitely made it their own since the vibe is completely different, and the lyrics are still on the screen, and Wow! They do not get any better.

So, like hold on, you, you wait, so you want me to chase you through this song? Huh, you sound crazy, you sound crazy. The last thing I remember is you said that you want me.

You chuckle sardonically before you can even stop yourself, and you should’ve seen this coming, but he asks you what’s so funny and you have to come up with a lie on the spot.

“Oh, no, the bass is ridiculously good! That part in the intro? It’s so good. This part.” You replay the part, and he agrees, “Yeah! Their bass lines are always so sick.” There is a moment of silence shared just to listen to the music, and the suffocating feeling of his eyes on you is back for a brief moment before he continues to tap the rhythm on the steering wheel, head bopping to the beat.

Then his phone buzzes, the ping interrupting your moment of solace, and you see the text message notification from Karina before he can even ask who it is. 

[karina ☺️, 2002] heeeey wru

Your heart drops to your stomach- it’s almost as if this is the perfect storm of events and it’s not even just your confirmation bias, almost as if he did play those songs to unknowingly reject you, no- almost as if he knew you how you felt, almost as if he was deliberately trying to shut you down. 

“Ooooooo! Karina just texted you.” You wiggle your eyebrows and try to force as much excitement and curiosity as possible for someone that just got their life and soul sucked out of their body. 

“Oh, um,” Mark, too, looks pretty shocked. “Can IIIIIIIII open it?” You stare intently at him, waiting for his answer, stare right at his face like he has something to explain to you. Which, he doesn’t, not necessarily. But you still feel this way anyway. He licks his lips, as if in contemplation.

“Yeah, sure. What’d she say?” 

“She just asked where you are. Are you supposed to be anywhere right now?” Hands clammy, you click on the notification. At first glance, it does look like they’ve been talking quite a bit- they even texted each other ‘gn’ three days ago. Everything is sending you into a frenzy, and you’re trying to convince yourself it’s just a normal thing people do. Friends do. You’ve texted Yeonjun ‘goodnight’ before, and it doesn’t mean anything. Where does he have to be? Are they supposed to go on a date? Where could they be possibly going on a Saturday Night? 

His voice cuts off your train of thought- “Oh, shit!” His voice cracks, and there’s just so much panic packed into the tiny space of his car, “I’m supposed to be in some Zoom Call right now, it’s for the project we’re doing. Uhhh, tell her I’m on the way home right now, I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

You type away, and all the fear that struck terror in your soul seems to have deflated, yet it’s left your heart palpitating. You feel so stupid for feeling so worked up about this, it’s crazy. Never in your life had you thought you’d be overcome with jealousy, even if it was for a tiny moment, but you suppose that it’s really just the uncertainty that spurs it all. 

You know, since you don’t know how he feels about you. No clue at all about whether or not he reciprocates whatever stupid crush you have. He literally just recommended two songs that were about turning someone down. But then again, when has he ever sent cryptic messages through his song choices? It’s totally unlike him, and your leaping-to-conclusions- brain is just incredible at making complete nonsense of anything that’s happening. 

God, you need to convene with Minji and Ryujin again. Your hand is itching to whip your phone out to send a text, why in front of Mark you’re not too sure, maybe the desperation really has gotten to you.

“Can I take the call at your place? It’s only going to be, like, thirty minutes max, I think.” He’s come over multiple times, it really isn’t that big of a deal. It’s fine. Your mom likes him. Haha. 

“Yeah, sure, I think my mom’s home and she probably wouldn’t mind.”

The next song has started.

“Great, thanks! Oh, this was the last song I wanted to show you, the 5SOS one? Do you hear the similarity? Like the chord progressions, and the rhythm? It’s not the same synth sound, I mean, duh, it’s a guitar, but yeah.”

When you’re talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell’ em that you love me the way that I’ve been loving you?

You are seriously going to punch yourself in the face later.

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LOL yeah um let me know what i should do with this fic should i try to flesh it out and write a whole story that really flows or just post the random scenarios agashgahee

also the songs are: i didn't mean to turn you on - cherelle nowhere but up - phony ppl girls talk boys - 5sos

go have a listen!!! they are such boppy songs lol.

#mark fluff #mark oneshot #mark blurb #mark angst #mark fanfic #mark imagine #mark au #mark lee #mark lee fluff #mark lee oneshot #mark lee blurb #mark lee angst #mark lee imagine #mark lee au #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fluff #nct oneshot #nct imagine #mark x reader #nct x reader

[fruitcoops]

just re-read the hiking do you did for coops and OMG ITS SO ADORABLE 🥰 made me feel so warm i love it sm your writing is just 😙🤌 *chefs kiss* i would love to read more of coops dates if you have the time to write no pressure ofc

Warm and fuzzy fics on a rainy day here :) Turns out, the cure for writer's block is listening to Country Roads. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Sirius had wanted to laugh, at first. Cornfields on cornfields on billboards on cornfields—everywhere he looked, splotches of pale yellow stood out amidst seas of dusty green stalks. The road, hot from summer sun, kicked up reddish earth as they trundled down pin-straight roads and wove around potholes the size of a small elephants. But Hope’s kitschy little Camry took them safely through the minefield without protest under Remus’ careful guidance.

His hands squeaked a little on the steering wheel in harmony with the radio. It fizzed and popped as their cell service wavered; Remus’ fingertips kept the rhythm. “Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye,” he sang under his breath as they followed a curve past yet another billboard with some Bible verse or another stamped proudly across it. Sirius smiled at the rasp of his low baritone and settled back against the soft seat, stretching his legs as far as it would let him.

It was the only time he ever saw Remus not absolutely petrified behind the wheel. Gryffindor was busy and loud and fast, but the outskirts of Madison were a whole other world. A world full of corn, sure, yet unquestionably slower. A hawk wheeled lazily overhead and a hare went skittering into the field next to them—Sirius watched a gust of wind ruffle the tallest tips of the young crop.

“Knee high by the Fourth of July.”

He blinked, turning to Remus. “Quoi?”

“The corn.” Remus inclined his head toward the field on their left, his thumb moving gently over Sirius’ hand where it rested on his thigh. “If it’s knee-height by July, it’s growing right.”

“How do you know that?” Sirius laughed.

“How do you not?”

“Believe it or not, corn isn’t a staple crop of urban Montréal. And we don’t care about the Fourth of July.”

Remus gave the back of his hand a flick, grinning. “Buzzkill Canadians. You’re missing out.”

“Clearly.”

They lapsed back into comfortable silence as the song changed to something equally folksy and acoustic. Sirius stifled a yawn in his hand; he had slept well, always did when they stayed over at the Lupins’, but the rumble of the engine and hiss of the car’s ancient A/C made his limbs heavy, his brain fuzzy. Remus’ quiet humming picked up again.

“You’re not nervous,” Sirius noted when they passed a tractor.

Remus quirked a brow. “Right now? No, not really.”

“You never like driving past trucks.”

“Mmm, yeah. It’s different. I know he saw me and those guys get a ton of practice leaving space on the road. It’s the jacked-up pickups that scare me.”

Sirius nodded, mostly to himself. He supposed he couldn’t judge when Remus had been driving for two full hours without issue. No whiteknuckling was always a good sign. “I’ll be sure not to drive one of those.”

“You’re missing a Bud Lite and a backwards hat,” Remus snorted as he checked his blindspot and switched lanes. “And maybe a neckbeard, if you’re really feeling it.”

Sirius pulled a face, scratching at his neck on instinct, and they gave in to a half-minute of laughter before it died down again and left Joni Mitchell to fill the car. He had never enjoyed road trips as a child—save for roadies, of course—but they had become a lifeline once he got his license. He would lie and say he was going to the rink, then drive through the city just to breathe. For a few months before scouting started, that handful of hours was the only escape.

Road trips were so different with Remus. Not an escape, but an adventure. Not tinged with worry or the knowledge that he had to return to the bear trap of his childhood home, but heavy with the promise of something fascinating at the end of it. Sirius followed the curves of a telephone line with his eyes and let his thoughts drift from the weight of Remus’ hand on his own to the twitching muscles beneath as his foot eased off the accelerator.

They had left just past sunrise, stopping at a diner in town for their early bird special and easily the best hashbrowns Sirius had ever eaten. He dozed while Remus drove, then woke just past nine when Remus gave his knee a squeeze to point out a river cutting along the side of the road. Ducks flapped their wings in greeting as they drove past, never above 45 miles an hour.

The car might combust if I try, Remus had joked when Sirius began to lovingly chirp him for his featherlight foot. His smile was golden in the high sun. The slowness was sweeter than the syrup on his pancakes.

A tire caught the edge of a pothole and they both winced; Sirius heard the basket in the backseat rattle and glanced over his shoulder to make sure it was still secure. “All good?” Remus checked.

“Parfait.”

“Nah, we didn’t bring any of those.”

“Perfect,” Sirius repeated with a poor imitation of Remus’ accent and a light smack to his outer thigh. “Rien que pour ça, je ne parlerai pas en anglaise pour la journée.”

Remus lifted his hand and kissed the back, sparing a quick glance away from the road to catch his eye with a playful look. “Desolée, mon amour.”

Sirius scoffed around the happy, warm thing blooming in his chest. “Are we there yet?”

“Cinq minute.”

“Look at you go!”

“I’m trying,” Remus laughed, settling their hands back on his thigh (where they belonged, in Sirius’ personal opinion). “Almost there, baby.”

He expected a highway to open up ahead, or perhaps a paved road. Hell, even gravel wouldn’t have been too surprising.

But Remus kept driving, the only car on the road, then turned off onto an even narrower dirt path with deep grooves from dozens of cars before it. Broken glass littered the cracked, dry mud in some spots; beer tabs were scattered like confetti in some spots. “Re?” he began. “Do you need a map?”

“Nope.”

The cornstalks grew higher and denser around them. “Are you planning on murdering me?”

“Not today.”

“Sacrificing me to aliens?”

“It was on the list, but no.”

“Leaving me out here to die among the corn?”

Remus pulled to a stop in a small clearing, where dead husks had flattened out the ground and someone had dragged a few rickety two-by-four benches in. A hill tumbled down ahead, opening into a vast expanse of fields and a busy road at least a mile away. He gave a satisfied nod and turned the ignition off, then leaned over to kiss Sirius’ cheek. “I’m not going to abandon you in a corn maze. Grab the basket?”

“Why do you know this place?” Sirius asked, biting back a groan of relief when he could finally stand and stretch his legs.

Remus braced against the car to crack his back before opening the trunk and hauling their blanket out. “This is the designated spot for drunken teenagers.”

“…you brought me to a hotbed of underage drinking for a date?”

“I brought you to the most secluded area I know for a romantic picnic,” Remus corrected, taking him by the hand. “The teenagers won’t start coming by until six at the earliest. And don’t act like you didn’t drink with your teammates, too.”

Sirius raised a skeptical brow. “Think about that for a moment.”

Remus paused with one foot on the edge of the blanket, then wrinkled his nose. “Not even once?”

“I had curfew.”

“Man, my cousins would have a blast corrupting you.”

“Corrupting me?” Sirius set the blanket down and knelt next to Remus, winding both arms around him to drag him in for a kiss. “I’ve already been corrupted by one Lupin. What more could they do, hmm?”

Remus smiled into his mouth. His fingertips toyed with the curls at the nape of Sirius’ neck and made him shiver in the summer heat when they fell back onto the blanket. “They would love you,” he said quietly, stretching out catlike until his knees bracketed Sirius’ hips. “Almost as much as I do. They would think you were wonderful.”

“They would think I have excellent taste.” He pressed a kiss to Remus’ lower lip and watched it bounce back, petal-pink against his light tan, before moving down to his neck. “They would think you’re crazy for bringing me to an abandoned field…covered in trash…with a history of illegal activity…”

He felt every vibration of Remus’ laugh against his mouth and smiled into the curve of his throat. “Covered in trash,” Remus scoffed, though his hand traced down Sirius’ spine and drew him closer. “Illegal activity. You make me sound like a delinquent.”

“You are,” Sirius mumbled into his collarbone before giving it a nice bite that made Remus jump.

“Well, yeah, but you already knew that.” A gentle tug on his hair guided him back up to Remus’ mouth and he melted into it, savoring every chaste kiss and teasing flicker of tongue. There was impishness written in every freckle when they parted to breathe. Remus tilted his head to the side, all shades of sepia against the checkered fabric. “You look good here.”

“Here?”

“Home.” Remus scratched between his shoulder blades and Sirius rested his head on his sternum, feeling his heart beat beneath. He felt Remus’ long sigh, too, and watched the jut of his chin become softer when he looked up to the sky. “I forget you weren’t here with me, sometimes. It feels like you’ve been in my life forever.”

Sirius hummed, fitting his hands in the divot of Remus’ waist. He had thought the same many times before.

A hand pet absently through his hair. “I love Gryff,” Remus started, then fell quiet. Sirius turned to kiss the inside of his wrist and watched the edges of his smile spread. “I love Gryff, but I miss this when I’m gone. The quiet. The roads. I know where everything is. People aren’t strangers.”

“Je sais, mon coeur.” Sirius didn’t ache for his childhood by any means, but Montréal would always be home, in a way. He missed hearing his own language spoken quick and comfortable on any street and the reflexive check for icicles as soon as Halloween hit. Like any northern city, Gryffindor grew cold in the winter, but it was always missing that certain something that made Sirius itch to breathe the crisp air crashing against the windows.

Remus huffed a laugh and ran a hand down his face before returning it to the back of Sirius’ head. “God, sorry, I’m getting all nostalgic and we still have sandwiches to eat.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Sirius protested, shuffling up his body until he could brace his arms on either side of Remus’ head. A fond, lopsided smile made his heart swell. “I was thinking about how I miss the snow back home. I get it.”

“The snow,” Remus groaned, covering his face with both hands. “It’s just wrong in Gryff.”

“It is! Too icy.”

“Too shallow.”

“It doesn’t even get near the windowsills.”

Remus laughed and pulled Sirius down on top of him, then planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Those southerners don’t do anything right, eh?”

“Not a thing.”

It was several minutes before they managed to separate and open the picnic basket, and several more before Sirius could tear his eyes away from Remus to actually eat despite his rumbling stomach. The wind ruffled his hair into a mess of caramel while the sun highlighted each freckle and hint of rosiness on his cheeks. There was a deep calmness in his body, all the way from his comfortable slouch to his skewed legs, dusted with the loose dirt that blew over the hillside. He was the closest thing to ethereal Sirius had ever seen.

Picturing him as a teenager running rampant through the sleepy county with its endless fields and far-reaching skies was too easy—he was lankier then, if Hope’s pictures were accurate, all moonlit mischief. Sirius never thought of his teenage self as particularly intelligent, perceptive, or anything but a bottled-up mess, but that loose cannon would have gone head over heels for Remus in this place. They would have been a terror together. He could imagine them being happy tucked away in a town where everyone knew each other. He could imagine them being happy in any lifetime.

#sirius black #remus lupin #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #coops #date #visiting home #nostalgia

[anim-ttrpgs]

System License Anon here - thanks so much for the reply! with your current idea for how creators could create modules for Eureka, do you think this would allow for modules in a setting like SCP, with its license limitations?

Well, I don’t know if I can answer this confidently because I don’t know exactly what the copyright and licensing situation is with SCP itself.

However, unofficially, Eureka works super, super well with the SCP universe.

It’s been mentioned before but our own RPG group is currently playing through an indépendant game-agnostic adventure module with Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy and playing it as if the party are SCP field agents.

It has required basically no bending of the rules of Eureka, and just a bit of bending to the SCP lore itself. (In this AU to better fit the vibe of Eureka, the SCP Foundation is not connected to the American government and has much, much less resources and influence than in the main canon, and there are fewer actual SCPs as well, which makes everything higher stakes on a personal level. Not only do they have to watch out for the much better funded GOC, but they have to watch out for the CIA and FBI as well.)

It’s playing out more like a spy thriller, with the SCP field agents taking on fake identities to infiltrate a corporate research station after a whistleblower leaked that something very strange and otherworldly, potentially dangerous, is happening there. They have to keep from blowing their cover while they ask around to figure out what kind of secretive projects are happening at this facility. Ideally they can shut it down and/or capture whatever is going on down there and extract without a huge media disaster.

However, in case their cover is blown or the anomaly there turns out to be way more than three field agents can handle, an MTF team is standing by with an unmarked helicopter to drop in and take over the whole facility and extract the agents. This is a secondary party of PCs with different stats and gear.

Of course, nobody wants it to come to that. There will be no way to cover up the fact that this place was raided by 11 armed men arriving in a black helicopter, and there would be almost no way to prevent a distress call from going out, meaning SWAT or the U.S. Army might show up if the MTF team takes too long to extract the anomaly.

Clearly something dangerous is going on, a scientist mysteriously died just a few nights ago, but the field agents don’t even really know what the anomaly *is* yet, but the plan is to steal the keycard of one of the head scientists to use it to sneak into the restricted lower levels and take a look around.

One of the agents has been getting close to the head scientist because she works in the same lab. In the last session, she made the first ever actual Seduce roll in our group’s history of Eureka, and slept with him. They’re seeing each other again soon, and she hopes to be able to discreetly steal his keycard and hand it off to another agent who will use it to get into the restricted area. The third agent, who is working in the security room, will “accidentally” spill coffee on the keyboard of the security camera computer and “have to turn them off” to clean while the agent with the keycard sneaks around where he isn’t supposed to be.

If he gets caught, the plan is for him to say he found the keycard on the ground and was coming to one of the places where he knows this scientist works to return it to him. It’s not the best lie, but this character has a Trait that gives a big bonus to his lying rolls when he’s trespassing in an area where he isn’t supposed to be.

I kinda got totally off track but the point is that it would be super easy to write a Eureka adventure module that would work perfectly for an SCP Foundation campaign without even needing to use the words “SCP Foundation” in the adventure module itself.

Just say “this adventure works well if the investigators are members of a secret organization that tracks down and captures supernatural creatures and objects” and there you go.

And this all may not even matter. There are tons of indépendant SCP Foundation video games, and I don’t know what the actual rules of that are, but it may be just as legal and okay to use the SCP Foundation for your own indépendant project like an adventure module.

If I have time between other ANIM projects I have to give my attention to, I will try to look into what the actual rules are regarding creating your own SCP Foundation content to sell and profit from. Honestly it might be just as easy as a quick google search.

#rpg #roleplaying #ttrpg #dnd #indie rpg #coc #eureka: investigative urban fantasy #eureka #tabletop

[blackacre13]

I hope you like this: Lou adopts Danny's or one of her workers' baby and she shows up with him to visit Debbie in prison. Debbie is shocked and has all her walls up but over the years the 3 bond during the visits. When she's out, the fight over Claude is a bit more tense. Lou's afraid Debbie will get bored and go away while Debbie thinks she's not good enough for them. Until one day Deb and the boy surprise Lou with a proposal and then they surprise Debbie with him agreeing to be adopted by Deb

(Slight variation of this that I hope you still enjoy🙈 needed to take some artistic license)

“Lou,” Tammy breathed, bursting through the door of the loft. “I came as soon as I saw your text. Are you okay? Please tell me you didn’t do anything crazy. I haven’t heard from you since the news about Danny and well—“

“Well, I can’t say it’s not crazy,” Lou grinned, looking somewhat nervous but excited. “But it’s not scotch related. Well, he was the result of a night of booze,” the blonde snorted.

“You didn���t,” Tammy whisper-hissed, closing the door behind her. “You slept with someone? Drunk? You just said—“

“I did not sleep with someone,” Lou rolled her eyes. “And I didn’t lie. I wasn’t drinking. And please. Like I’d ever stoop as low as to sleep with a man. I thought you knew me. No, I—I picked someone up today,” she smiled, walking towards the living room where a crib came into view.

“Lou…” Tammy spoke slowly. “Is that…”

“This is Charlie,” Lou smiled, waving the little boy’s tiny hand at Tammy. “Danny’s son. Well, I guess he’s my son now.”

“I think I need to sit down.”

“It’s a lot, I know,” Lou nodded, cradling the boy against her chest as he coped, a finger tugging at her fringe. “But it’s kind of perfect, Tam. I mean, not perfect. Losing Danny was…I don’t have the words for it. I don’t think any of us ever will. But well, I saw Tess last week. And she’s been in a lot of pain. And she knows I’ve been in a lot of pain. I guess I’m the only other person she knows who’s sort of also lost an Ocean.”

“Your Ocean is coming back,” Tammy reminded her, still not able to look away from the baby, or how natural Charlie looked in Lou’s arms as she rocked him side to side.

“From jail, yeah,” Lou agreed. “But we don’t know she’s coming back to me. As much as I want that and crave that, and still love her as much as I did I—“

“I won’t push,” Tammy whispered, smiling sadly. “I know. It’s not a decision that falls solely on you. And I know there’s a lot left unsaid. And some unfinished—“

“Skulls to crush?” Lou provided, still bouncing Charlie. “Actually, just the one will do. I can’t wait to get ahold of Becker and just—“

“Maybe not so much with the violence while you’re holding a baby, right?” Tammy winced. “I mean now that you’re a—wait. What are you? Are you babysitting? Are you taking on Deb’s responsibilities as aunt? Shit. You said you did something crazy. Fuck. Lou. You said he’s your son? Oh my god. When the hell did you and Danny—”

Lou shot a death glare at the other woman above the boys head before she physically shuddered, closing her eyes as she tried to shake the unasked question away from existence.

“Absolutely not. God, Tam. That’s like incest or something. How could you even—just, no. Let me finish. Like I was saying, I saw Tess. And she’s been falling apart since we lost Danny. And raising Charlie, it was just too hard. Too much like seeing a little Danny look back at her. And a whole lot of hurt and angst I won’t get into. But I’m sure you know as best as we can. And well, for the reasons raising Charlie was making her ache, she thought that maybe it would do the opposite for me. Bring me out of a slump. Give me someone to take care of now that I’m taking care of myself again. So I can be a better person for myself, you know. And you. And—and Deb. And I think she felt terrible for even suggesting this and please, Tam, don’t judge Tess. She just wants what’s best for him and—“

“God,” Tammy breathed. “No, I could never. I can’t imagine what she’s gone through and of course. Of course we all just want what’s best for our kids.”

“She still wants to be in his life, but she just doesn’t feel like she can be the parent he needs. So, Tess sort of, made me Charlie’s legal guardian and if things go well? I want to adopt him. And Deb to one day. You know. If she wants.”

“Fuck. How is Debbie going to take all this?”

“I don’t know,” Lou sighed. “But we just got cleared.”

“Cleared?”

“Charlie,” Lou smiled softly, brushing a curl away from his face. “We’re clear to visit Deb. After all, she hasn’t ever had the chance to meet her nephew. I think it could help her with Danny. It could maybe—“

“How do you know she’ll want to see you this time?” Tammy asked quietly. “I know how many times you’ve tried and she’s—“

“She’s ashamed,” Lou shrugged. “And stubborn. And I know she blames herself for all of it. Claude. And prison. And Danny. And us. But I just—Fuck, I’d give anything to see her. And I want her to meet Charlie. And I just—I just want to see her face. Show her there’s hope. There’s something waiting for her on the outside when she gets through all this. There’s—there’s us. And we know her already. Love her already.” Lou smiled, turning Charlie around in her arms as he gurgled up at Tammy. “We’re just waiting for her to come home.”

#queue #blackacre13 #Lou miller #Debbie ocean #Danny ocean #Tess ocean #Lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #Lou and debbie #Debbie and Lou #Lou and deb #Deb and Lou #Lou x Deb #Deb x lou #loubbie #Lou miller x debbie ocean #Debbie ocean x lou miller #ocean’s eight #oceans eight #ocean’s 8 #oceans 8 #o8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #ocean’s eight fanfic #ocean’s eight fanfiction #heist girlfriends #heist wives #Tammy

[kim-poce]

📔 for Eri. Bonus points if its about his new responsibilities and how hard it is to find someone to help Little One

Full House 18 - Dear Diary

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CW: pet whump, death mention, disordered eating mention, fear of food mention, feeding tube, caretaker new master.

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Dear diary,

  Forgive me for the lack of entries the past three days, I had been busy (even if I barely got anything done), but since I got enough time now, and principally since I'm not too anxious tonight, I'll now explain how the last days went.

   Now for context, I didn't want to call Beckett, I really didn't, the fight over the morality of owning a pet (aka A WHOLE FUKING HUMAN BEING) is too clear in memory (and I'm sure that I could find an old journal describing each detail of that fight) so believe me when I say that I wouldn't have made that call if I had another choice.

  The doctors (the "people" ones, seriously I can't stomach how fucked up this all is), anyway, the "people" doctors refused to take the youngest... fuck it, the youngest person that I fucking own in, and I tried to change their mind, be it with my parents' name or money, I tried everything, but it didn't work.

  The "pet" doctors were sick assholes, I swear, the number of times I heard them recommending that I should, and I can't stress it enough, PUT THE BOY DOWN was sticking, and I'm fairly scared of talking on the phone now.

  Beckett was my last, and only, hope. I was lucky that he agreed to come, he swore that he changed his mind about the whole pet thing, and, Dear Diary, don't blame me for my trust issues but after days of talking on the phone with those asshole doctors, I wasn’t so sure if I should believe him. ANYWAY, "people" doctors can lose their license for treating a "pet" and Beckett said he would help anyway so I called him in.

  I, as you know, have been done everything FUCKING WRONG so OF COURSE I fought him, of course he would find out about my plans of "not letting Beckett alone with the boys" and for a second I was sure he would simply go away, I was ready to fucking beg him not to, maybe watching people beg every day lately made me think that when in stress > beg.

   I didn’t need to, tho, Beckett said he wouldn’t simply leave the patient alone, although that from that moment on he treat me as Patient Companion rather than an old friend (as he was treating me before) I won’t lie and say this didn’t make me sad, but to tell the truth, I’m too exhausted to feel anything but despair lately (which proved itself to increase the more tired I am).

   Now, about the still unnamed boy (I swear I want to call him by a real name, but I don’t want to give him a name without his consent) he is… alive, and will (hopefully) stay alive. Beckett put a nasogastric feeding tube on him, which is meant to solve the worst problem (food, seriously, I know they were my parents but I just can’t- forget it, not the point).

   I don’t want to be pessimist, and much less pretend I know those people I’m living with now, but I’m sure the boy will pull it out, he doesn’t care about orders as the other do, if I had to guess it was because following rules never kept the pain away. I don’t want to restrain the boy, but if, once he wakes up, he try to pull the tube out and doesn’t stop doesn’t matter what I say I’ll have no choice, I don’t want to think about it but from the way things are I’m sure I’ll add on his traumas, and I don’t think I can handle it (not that I have a choice but to handle it all.)

   The other boys are on their own for the past days, I know, I’m horrible for not giving them the attention I should, but if I see that door of a man shivering at my feet or that poor guy begging to be hurt AGAIN I’ll fucking lose it. I’m trying to tell myself that I can do it, but do I really? I’m looking up some safe houses just in case, but after those calls I doubt I’ll ever allow other people around them.

=-=

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#whump #pet whump #caretaker new master #caretaker new whumper #death mention #disordered eating mention #fear of food mention #feeding tube #my writing #Full House

[adrianasunderworld]

Okay. So. There is a difference between house pets, emotional support animals, and service animals. I know because I have an emotional support animal and have done a good bit of research. I can only really speak for those with house pets and emotional support animals though. I also wasn’t sure because I know some people don’t like speaking on/of things they don’t know much about and I do my best to respect that

First. House pets are closer to emotional support animals than service animals. Emotional support animals do not have to have training. Service animals are required to have training and have to be licensed I believe. However, emotional support animals differ from house pets in that they have a note from a health specialist, often times I believe a mental health specialist, cause, well, emotional support. Medical specialists can write notes pertaining the animal’s breed and name saying that the animal is in fact an emotional support animal. If one were to want to, say, rent a place but the place has a no pet policy or a pet fee, then if you show the letter, you don’t have to pay the fee/can bring your emotional support animal to love with you.

However! Emotional support animals and service animals are not the same. Emotional support animals are that, emotional support. Service animals are trained animals to help a person in I believe their day to day life. Emotional support animals are not allowed in places such as hospitals or restaurants, but service animals are. It can get… complicated, sadly. Some folks may want to say their house pet is their emotional support animal and others may say that their emotional support animal is a service animal. They aren’t the same. Spreading misinformation could not only cause the person who has the animal to get into trouble, but their animal could potentially distract actual service animals from doing their duties and putting the service animal’s charge at risk.

Some Karen may try and say her dog is a service animal for emotional support. Said dog is continuously barking and being rowdy. That alone is enough reason to ask the woman to leave the premises with her animal. Those with emotional support animals and service animals are responsible for making sure their animals are behaving. Say the Karen is refusing to leave. Say a person who has a service animal for something such as medication is also in the place the Karen is. The Karen’s dog is distracting the other person’s service animal. The Karen then proceeds to try and compare the two animals. The Karen does not know the reason why the person has a service animal. The Karen just says that they are both animals and that if that person is allowed theirs, then she should be allowed hers.

There’s also another layer in in that in the US, legally, you can only ask, I believe, two questions. “Is the animal a service animal?” and “What is the service animal trained to do?” Well… some people can certainly lie about that. It is not permitted to ask the person to have their animal demonstrate.

There are… a bunch of complications as far as I know with emotional support animals. My knowledge on service animals os more limited sadly. Anyways. They are not the same. Emotional support animals are not service animals. I say that as a person with an emotional support animal.

Now… if you add onto that the, what’s it called, title(?) of a familiar, it gets even more complicated. I suppose it would also have to take things into consideration that we in our nonmagickal world can not really… measure. Things such as intelligence and magickal prowess. Familiar may also be another whole thing depends on how familiars themselves are categorized. Think of it, like, uh… house pet = fun, emotional support animal = mental/emotional support, service animal = physical/medical support(possibly among other things my knowledge of service animals is limited), familiars = magickal support. Does that make sense?

So just… the idea of students trying to bring house pets just… bothers me a whole bunch. My mum(as I still love with her) calls my emotional support animal a service animals and spreads a bunch of misinformation much to my annoyance. Because of my reasoning for my emotional support animal, I can’t really… speak up to correct her, sadly. Bad anxiety. Really bad anxiety. But I will say that I myself will never say that my emotional support animal is a service animal, because she is not. If I were asked to leave, say, a hospital when I said that my dog is an emotional support animal, I would. Because I don’t want to cause unnecessary dangers/risks/problems. So yeah… I have a lot of thoughts on this type of stuff. If you do not feel comfortable answering this, I completely understand! I also just hope tumblr doesn’t just… straight up eat this since it’s so long.

- SpadeHearts Anon (yesh it is I)

About the speaking on what you don't know thing, that is totally fair and I understand. Me personally, If I get an ask on something I don't know enough to speak on with accuracy, I am upfront about it. I'm not in the habit about talking about things I know I don't understand and am always open to correction and people adding on with better information. Especially for stuff like this. Like you said, people spread misinformation, usually because they don't know or understand the distinction, and it's good to point these things out when you can.

I don't know a lot about service vs emotional animals myself either. My understanding of it is very similar in that, Emotional support-mental health, usually referred to by a mental health professional. Service Animal- for actual medical/physical needs. I know service dogs tend to have those vest/harnesses. Idk if that's standard across the board for all of them, but that is what comes to mind when I hear the term service dog. Along with how you must not treat them like a normal dog when you see one out and about. Don't pet it without permission, don't try with it or give it treats, because that is also a distraction. That's about where my knowledge on the subject begins and ends, there's more to it i'm certain, but that is all I'm aware of.

I remember in one of Jenna Marbles videos, I don't remember which one, she mentioned how in LA there's a lot of places that do allow emotional support dogs, so people will go into these stores and cafes with their dogs and claim they are emotional support, and then the dog is misbehaving the whole time while the owner does nothing about it. When I first started talking about familiars and NRC I thought of that, because I am certain that would be a real problem like in your Karen example.

As for the matter itself of Familiars in NRC, it is an interesting question of what would the distinction be the four things. Because we may also have to consider what exactly a familiar, in terms of Twisted Wonderland, does. Because a familiar by it's most textbook definition is a demon that takes the form of an animal to be a witches companion. That doesn't really detail what exactly they do. Because if a Familiars main purpose is companionship, I can see it maybe also counting as an emotional support. Like maybe they keep the mage calm while casting spells, for example. Or if a familiar main thing is to collect herbs for potions, it be trained to do that, in which case I'd that into solely a familiar category. Idk I'm just picturing a big venn diagram of the differences between familiars,emotional,service,and pets and whoever's job it is to vet all those applications and figure all this out probably does not get paid enough to do this every year.

#twisted wonderland #night raven college

[tim-hoe-wan]

The haylor theories about their relationship is insane but also up at swiftie alley. I am admittedly a fan and I used to love being on swiftie tumblr to see all the ways her fans can relate and interpret her songs. But for a while now it seems swifties are less on creativity and treating her body of work as an autobiography. Even with folklore despite the premise, some fans insist it’s all secretly about her. I just find it toxic because I love artistry and I love how creative songwriters and writers can be. They can make a whole story out of a single encounter or they can hear someone else’s story and make a story/song out of it. Now it’s all just used to connect bits of pieces of ones life. When Fine Line came out I used to check out a few blogs to see their take and they were doing the same, so I dipped from his fans immediately after, but it doesn’t surprise me why their fans overlap and why they take such pure conjectures and take it as fact.

I still enjoy Taylor’s music, but I don’t think I can stand the level of parasocial and coddling of her fanbase anymore.

I’m not part of either fandom to say how similar/different they are. I do think Harry’s pr uses the same vanilla/safe zone pr Taylor does.

I have known plenty of irl swifties in my life and during her debut to 1989 I was at the age where teens were really impressionable and dare I say, easy to indoctrinate. It doesn’t help that Taylor herself does tend to act like these are diary entries though I remember she herself saying oh I imagined this or the ex (or Maggie G) saying no it didn’t happen or I don’t know about that. I mean, other than the fact celebs lie, there’s also this thing called creative license. It’s not exclusive to songwriters, writers do take inspiration from their life but as many would clarify it’s just an inspiration, not the autobiography. And even with inspiration, it comes with imagination, exaggeration etc. all other creative license that mixes facts with fiction.

I’m with you, I’m not really a fan of interpreting songs to analyze people’s life. It’s different when they share it and hold which part of their life they took inspiration from. It doesn’t mean for example, Trent Reznor is literally wearing a crown of shit. I also feel it really helps being families from both sides be so heavily in the industry and see real time curating images for certain celebs or being in the creative session and listen to people voice their thoughts and how they for the idea for a story etc.

I don’t think anyone will change my mind that TaySwizzle really f**ked up the level of parasocial relationship and living vicariously between a celeb and their fandom. She wasn’t the first, but she sure was one of the most influential promoters of that kind of fandom activity.

#like these days it seems a songs can never be just a song #it has to be some message or story about the celeb life #miss the days when Mitski or Lady Gaga straight up say it’s not their story #cause now that’s everyone’s MO #or even if they took inspiration from it #doesn’t mean it’s free from imagination #or that it’s a pass for people to attack the person behind the song #ahem Olivia and Joshua #that poor boy #Sabrina too

[motownfiction]

first light

On the day Steph gets her driver’s license, she decides to take Sam out for a spin. She has a multi-layered motive. He doesn’t need to know it, but she can’t help but know it. On the one hand, she wants to take Sam for a drive because he’s her boyfriend who’s been driving her to and from everywhere since he got his license in March. On the other hand, Steph wants to take Sam for a drive because he’s her boyfriend, and until two nights ago, she was sneaking around with Daniel whenever she could. Steph’s trying to make up for lost time, except that’s the problem. She and Sam never really lost time at all.

In the car, everything feels normal. Exactly as it should. Sam’s sitting in the passenger seat, bobbing his head in time with the music. Before they left, Steph’s mom gave her a full-throated warning about paying too much attention to the radio and not enough attention to the road, so maybe Steph should just forgo the radio for a little while. Susie should have known that Steph could never do that, especially not when Sam Doyle is in the car. If he doesn’t hear a little bit of music every hour, he might explode. At least, that’s what Steph thinks. It helps to imagine Sam a little cartoonish. Ironically, it makes him feel more human that way. More real.

Sam fiddles around with the glove compartment, trying to find something (anything). Steph’s heart skips a beat as she listens to him rifle through everything. She’s pretty sure she cleared out all evidence of Daniel, but after she broke it off with him, she wasn’t really thinking straight. Granted, she wasn’t really thinking straight the whole time she was having a fling with one of Sam’s best friends, but at least she wasn’t quite in a stupor. She thinks about everything she packed in Daniel’s relationship box – the one she stealthily dropped off at his house yesterday evening, twenty-four hours after their breakup (if you can call it that, which Steph is pretty sure you can’t). She’s pretty sure she got everything.

And then Sam finds a cassette of The Lovin’ Spoonful.

“Look at this!” he says. “I didn’t know you liked The Lovin’ Spoonful.”

Steph wrinkles her nose before she catches a glimpse of the tape out of the corner of her eye. Yeah, she knows that tape. Her favorite song on it is “Coconut Grove.” She used to ask Daniel to play it when they drove around. It’s not his tape. She distinctly remembers packing it up and giving it back to him last night, in the ex-relationship box, where it belongs. This is not Daniel’s tape.

But it is Steph’s. She went out and bought one all her own, just because Daniel liked the songs, just because he told her that he thought of her whenever he listened to them.

And in a way, isn’t that worse?

“Oh,” Steph finally says. “Yeah. I don’t know. I kind of got into old music this summer.”

“Finally,” Sam says. “I’ve been trying to get you into old music since it was new. What finally changed your mind?”

Steph sighs. She’s not sure what to say. 

Hooking up with your friend gave me perspective. I should take more of an interest in your interests! 

It’s true, but it’s not something she can say.

“I’m growing up, I guess.”

That’s not a lie, either.

Sam sits back in the passenger seat and smiles. It’s the kind of smile you get only when you’re in love with somebody. Steph should know. She never gave the look to Daniel, but she’s given it to Sam since before she knew what would become of them. It’s why she and Daniel could never work. She loves him, but she could never give him that smile.

“I can’t believe it,” Sam says. “You know, you were incredible before you started listening to stuff like this, but I can’t help but think we’re gonna have a little extra fun now.”

“Yeah,” Steph says. “No kidding.”

“Yeah. How about you grab your new favorite cassette and put that in for me? I wanna hear what you’ve been listening to when I’m not around.”

Steph’s heart seizes up. When Sam’s not around. When Sam’s not around, Steph listens to the sound of Daniel DeLuca’s breathing … Daniel DeLuca’s steps … Daniel DeLuca’s voice and laughter. She hears the music Daniel plays, and she almost loves him like she loves Sam. Just not quite.

Right?

Steph can’t say any of that in front of Sam (or anybody, for that matter). Instead, she just grips the steering wheel too tightly and nods (despite her clenched jaw).

“Right,” she says. “Maybe I’ll get it for you when we come to the first light.”

Sam nods, and Steph nods back. She doesn’t know what else to do. Maybe it’ll be like this for a little while. Maybe she’ll deserve it. The awkwardness. The uncertainty. But she’s going to make it work with Sam. She has to.

He’s the only person she really wants to smile at.

#drabble #ch: steph armstrong #ch: sam doyle #ship: forever afternoon #year: 1983

[dgcatanisiri]

I do believe men can be victims of abuse. I do believe women can be abusers.

I just do not believe that is the case with Depp and Heard.

If anything, the more I see of her as emphatically NOT embraced or acknowledged as the victim, the more I am convinced that it is misogyny that has surrounded all of this situation and turned in to her being made into the villain of the story. This isn’t a matter of me overcorrecting for any internalized misogyny, it’s the fact that the INSTANT something came along that made her just that little bit imperfect in terms of how she was approached, the whole narrative turned around.

Or even it’s the fact that she wanted to keep this trial out of the public and in private, while HE is the one who made it a spectacle as he relitigated a lost case in a place where it would be so public and open - no, not in the name of making his abuse public, but so that he could inflict all the more harm on her.

It’s the fact that her name has become regularly attached to words like “psychopath,” a word that we already throw around too casually. That the self-declared experts in body language (a science more in the vein of “psuedo” than anything properly legitimate, and that even licensed professionals will say is VERY MUCH dependent on context and individuals and you can’t generalize it like so many have done) or just people who’ve learned to appropriate medical terminology, have decided that THIS particular movement at timestamp 1:24:20 shows that she CLEARLY is lying and therefore makes EVERYTHING she has said a complete fabrication.

And it’s the fact that none of the attacks of her display a moment’s critical thought.

The reason the slogan of “believe victims” and “believe women” developed was because victims generally DON’T come forward, especially not in the time or even in the immediate aftermath of the abuse. By the time they do, their abusers have had time to build up their own case, delegitimizing the things gone through by their victims, and, statistically, it is not likely that a woman will lie about assault. Depp had the resources to build a case that turned it around on HER.

She had documents. She had evidence. She did everything right. But because we as a society only will believe a female victim is the victim if they’re dead... Nothing she provides could ever be good enough in the court of public opinion.

Again. I do believe that men can be victims of abuse. But for all those who rally around him right now, I ask were you there for Brendan Fraser? For Terry Crews? For the queer men, the men of color, who have suffered abuse at the hands of their partners? Or is it just because Depp was in those movies you liked near twenty years ago now - or even that this has been SO in your face, with targeted content made with an eye for undermining anything she has or will say before she can even try to say it? Are you examining the source of this propaganda or taking it all on faith that what HE says is accurate and what SHE says is a lie? How much are you looking in to this, or have you just chosen a side because your social media - social media we all KNOW has been compromised by anyone trying to peddle a particular narrative and has the money to pay for pushing their own - has told you to believe him over her?

We are not in a post-sexism society, and believing you’re free of that bias that tells you that if a woman is breathing, she is capable of lying and therefore shouldn’t be believed, just keeps us stuck in the sexism.

#dg rants #i really hate how much real estate this damn trial has taken up in my brain #particularly because it has no business even BEING there #this should not have been public #and that fact alone is where i start in looking for who is to blame here

[fatesealer505]

Super uncool serious post 😞‼️‼️

I don’t know how much I can say before risking being fakeclaimed or something,,, uh this is gonna get personal but realistically speaking I expect nothing and nobody out of this so read as you will if you got nothing to do. I will most likely forget about this is an hour or so anyway.

So what have I done whole I was gone..

Nothing. Absolutely, literally, down-to-my-core nothing. I don’t mean it too literally, but my days have been recurring enough for me to no longer remember that much about my days and how they are spent. I do remember who I am on most days though.

Uh. I don’t know if it’s pure laziness or if I’m currently suffering a big burnout. I haven’t really played anything or talked to anyone and ironically enough I’ve lost sleep as well. Of course (if I said this before I apologize) I’m still keeping up with GGST and now I’m back on Skullgirls.. somewhat. As for Genshin I had to stop playing because of my storage and disinterest, unfortunately. However, I still love the characters I got with all of my heart and believe they clutched when they could.

My social battery’s just gotten so low and it’s like everything annoys me (not y’all though, I think the people I last saw on here are all wonderful), as if I have nothing and don’t like having anything either. I’ve put a lot of thought on this and how it’s ended for me - as I am simply a teenager in the countryside who “knows nothing” and also a big “know-it-all” but that aside, I’ve decided I won’t be trying to improve very much at all as that only puts a bigger risk of a worst relapse than what I am in now. I’ve made peace and accepted my situation for what it is, and I know who’s at fault, including myself.

I will not risk therapy either since my purchases are supervised and I can’t drive yet, followed by living in a very.. right-wing retirement area. It isn’t my best option nor decision, but until my bs catches up with me or I somehow survive, it might as well be the safest. That being said, I can’t confirm nor deny anything, but if someone does read this, please do not slap labels on me or assume a disorder.

I have sunken from a straight-a’s kid to a “if i pass we good” teenager, which could very well be just because of my mental development but it’s working.. I think. I don’t know, educational success isn’t giving me anything considering the state of the country, and I honestly do not think it will. Some may call it upsetting or flame me for it, but that is one of the outcomes I’ve long since accepted.

Before someone reaches out, I’m not that much of a good person. It’s nothing personal, like I said before you all seem like lovely people - I’ve just been carved (and placed by myself) into a more nihilistic mindset. I’ve tried hard but to say I am now would be a lie because as mentioned - nothing’s happened.

So, what will you do mr fatesealer 505 ???

Well, I’m gonna have to grow up. This summer, I was planning on getting a permit since everyone has their license (we’re just sophomores calm down like..) and hopefully a tiny job to keep my hands busy. If I do, this means I get to leave school early. Hip hip hooray.

What does this mean for my uploads?

I’m not sure. I’m trying to relearn digital art the best I can and luckily it seems I haven’t lost my spark in its entirety just yet. Do not assume my life-altering failures will postpone my mediocre hobby.

Despite my utter lack of every fucking thing (bless those who have stayed with me) I would like to try socializing just a teeny bit more just online. Not real-world, there are creeps my age (thank you Texas, I could not ask for better..)

Unless someone spawns and wants to talk or have me expand on my totally untubular experience, you’re free to go ahead.

I will not be changing my avatar. The silly is love and life. And so are all of you for what you have given even if I have never spoken.

Thank you.

[scarletkid8972012]

“One night, I took an expedition to snapshot creatures of the supernatural world that hides in these forest grounds. I’m not a Jungle Girl, really… I’m more of a Forest Girl than the tropical climates. Temperate climate is my main thing, I don’t mind it at all. Anyways, I heard that most interspecies creatures are migratory as they prefer which environment is suitable for them. Even the serpents of different kinds have certain traits. And believe me, I heard that one serpent has some strong hypnotic powers… luckily, I’ve come prepared.” 

Julissa “Julie” San, licensed Freelance Paranormal Investigator, treks in the woodlands at night after a full daylight search for creatures visible in the sun’s light from the sky. Her extra time in the forest at dusk gives her an easy spot to capture photos filled with evidence for online paranormal seekers to take interest in her social media presence. The only thing that caught her eye… is a giant boa constrictor with some hypnosis that resembles the colors of the Amazon’s Sunset from South America. She heard rumors about him as he lures in unsuspecting strangers to his territory to take their minds away, stripping the tension and stress out of the human body. Fearing for her safety and how her life will forever change later on, she brought the only tool that can reflect and repel the hypnosis from that male serpent: Sunshades. This will work as she dares to use her trademark menacing glare, the Siren’s Stare for people fear of her darkest secrets whenever they sink into the gaze of the beholder. Plus, it conceals her beautiful blue eyes from the many faces of people. That one night, while taking photos of nocturnal creatures that stalk the shadows of the lush greenwood and earth, the feeling of fear fills her as these daggers pierce her from behind. The snake eyes do not lie… it- no… HE is stalking her from the deepest greens. It’s dark… too dark. 

“I don’t know what to say. When I bend over and crouch down to take a photo, there he was… he’s in predator mode as he’s in hunting position. The way he showed those daggers for eyes… it feels like I was being watched in the dark. I can smell his scent as he does to me. He is of different fragrance in pheromones, while I smell of gardenia…” 

Just as Julie was about to leave, she can’t tell but hear his deep breathing. The serpent just continues to stare at the mutant behind her back, waiting for the opportunity for ambush and then abduct her without even noticing at the last moment. But for now, he just stares at the little siren-sylph. Waiting for the next time he meets with her at the other night, he will have the chance to chat with her. This time… he will do what’s best for this woman of divine beauty. Protection. 

[Okay, before you say anything, I’m okay with the whole thing about the tame hypnosis trend. Especially since everyone is a huge fan of Naga!Kenneth beforehand. I wanna jump into the trend, even though it’s a little too late for it. But what the heck! I wanna make a drawing of when my mutant OC gets to meet a naga in person and far away from her hometown, since she’s a huge fan of the supernatural. Guess Kenny is considered a candidate for the role in the story, though…]

#naga