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Prompt: 10. Snow Prints

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Christmas Market in Town -> The Lake -> Dashwood Home (Not exactly following cannon, moving the time to winter and the manner Brandon visits the Dashwoods for the first time.)

A/N: I thought we’d take a little tiny break from the serial fics - I do feel I need a breath as it takes way more to write several serials at the same time than one shots (for me) 😂 Also, Brandon seems to be very loved this year, so thought I’d give him some more screen time so to say 🥰

I have perhaps spent too much time on this fic but it ended up flowing and turning into this 5k piece - anyway, I really hope you’ll have a splendid time reading this! We are nearing the middle of Rickmas2023 and I feel good about having been able to post at a decent time every day so far 😍👏 (Let’s hope I can keep it up all the way through 👀😂)

Tags/TW’s: Instant Infatuation, Forehead Kisses, Hand Holding, Accidental Meeting, Unintentional Invasion Of Emotional Privacy, Self Derogatory Thoughts, Classicism, Nicknames, Mutual Pining, Confessions Of Adoration/Love, Implied Future Marriage, Slighty Sassy OC, Chivalry, Poverty Hints,

Word Count: 5k+

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Mrs Jennings laughed by a market stand down the busy street, Margaret squeezed my hand and I could not quite keep a smile from spreading across my lips as she giggled up at me. “She never stops, does she?” Margaret asked with that childlike twinkle in her eye. “I’m afraid not, Maggie,” I chuckled. “She means well, but I do think Miss Markle is quite over her matchmaking attempts, as most of us are.” “Well, you are free of it,” Margaret said with happiness, not knowing the knife it twisted within me. “Indeed, lucky me,” I said as happily as I could. Knowing full well she held little interest of pairing lowly me with anyone at all.

I was an orphan, a mere child-tender for the Dashwoods before Mr Dashwood passed and left the family in ruin - in every manner. Now I was a burden on the kind family, allowed to live with them and dine after them in exchange for not only taking care of Margaret but cleaning and tending to every manner of household chore whenever needed, teaching the child to read and write, to interpret texts as well. No pay given, but a roof over my head and food in my stomach. It was more than I could ask for given the circumstances.

“Mellie,” Mrs Dashwood called, “go buy us some mistletoes and meet us at home!” “Right away, ma’am!” I called back, squeezing Margaret’s hand before ushering her toward one of her older sisters. I trodded off, heading down the market street with vendors filling the space and air with shouts of prices and smells of Christmas. I weaved through the crowd, well-versed in not being in the way.

I found the right vendor and purchased the holly for the Dashwoods, laying them atop the bread and carrots in my basket before turning about. My eyes caught sight of a brilliantly red coat with black and golden details. It stood out in the throng of greys, browns, whites and beige clothes, none as brightly coloured — not even the greens and blues, all in muted saturation. A man of the military? My eyes slid upward only for my breath to catch. He was stunning in profile. Older, with slightly peculiar features — like his hooked nose and thin lips — but more handsome than any other man I had ever laid eyes upon. His grave features and remote manner of looking only made his features shine brighter in the afternoon sun which made the snow glisten on the rooftops.

I stood stock still in the middle of the street, a messenger boy ran right into me, knocking my basket out of my hand — breaking the spell I had been under by the man. I hurried to pick up the greenery, the cloth-wrapped bread, and frost-bit carrots, before scurrying away, throwing one final glance back before entering one of many narrow alleys. His eyes appeared to see me for a second before I turned and hurried away from the market. No matter how handsome the man was, or how my heart had stuttered at his appearance, he was no man for me. I was all too aware of it.

I held on tightly to the basket, the day was beautiful and with the bright sun and lack of wind I managed to keep warm. I sped up my steps as I cleared the town’s border, crossing over a field to take a shortcut through the woods beyond; then it would only be a matter of two more fields to cross, a small hill to hike up, and I would be home once more. I didn’t mind walking through the snow, the boots Mrs Jennings had given me upon winters arrival were far too big but allowed for three pairs of socks which kept me plenty warm as long as I moved about. I was thankful for her gift, even if it were only for them being too small for her but too big for anyone else to wear, and with their shafts reaching nearly to my knees no snow slunk within them even if I pulsed through it at the moment.

I reached the woods, feeling a need to look back toward the town where I had seen the handsome man I was sure to never see again. Even if no man ever finds me to his liking I can at the very least allow the oddity of daydreaming of it to keep me happy, should I not have at least that? I squinted against the direct sunlight as it sank, bathing the sky in orange and pink only making the glittering snow look further magical with the twinkling light of lanterns and candles coming from the town. “A military man, perhaps that would be a grand life.” Not that I shall ever know it for real.

I half giggled to myself, enjoying my little daydream where the man in red would smile sweetly at me and marvelled at the quietly spectacular view. It was interrupted when something came barrelling across the field, someone atop a horse riding at the utmost speed with snow spraying about them yet I could not see any details with the last bit of sun glaring me in the eye and turning them into nothing but a shadow.

I thought little of it, many cut across the field to return home, so I turned and kept walking while wondering what voice would belong to the man in red — a commanding one, an assured one, a powerful one. I could not imagine a man who looked like he had to speak in any meek or bright fashion. No, no a most strong voice ought to belong to such a gentleman.

“Miss!” I spun around in haste at the dark rumble of a call that was somehow heard so clearly. “Miss!” the man called again and I raised a hand to cover my eyes from the sun. My heart stuttered as the man in red came barrelling towards me, his giant black steed’s hooves made the snow spray in magical waves of sparkles all around him.

He halted the horse with great skill, going from a gallop to a near-complete halt in a mere two steps. “Miss,” he said again, his voice a rumble which seemed to shake my insides. “Y-yes?” I asked, bowing my head while curtsying deeply. The thud of feet hitting the snow-covered ground rang out and I looked up. He was a head taller than me, his shoulders stiffly held and his back utterly straight. He looked every bit a stoic gentleman as he inclined his head before reaching out his hand, holding a mistletoe.

“Sir, I— What is this?” I asked while looking between the man who made my heart run rampant and the greenery in his glove-clad hand. “You left this behind, miss.” “Oh… oh!” I rummaged around my basket and indeed, there were only seven when there ought to have been eight of them. “Thank you, sir. I apologize for the trouble you went through for such a small thing.” My cheeks nearly seemed to burn as he handed it over while I spoke and then secured the mistletoe under the towel covering the basket.

The man looked at me, his eyes sweet but his features stoic. “It was no bother, miss. I merely followed the snow prints.” But, I left none behind until I reached the field? “I’m grateful for your kindness and effort, sir.” “Colonel Brandon, miss. At your service,” he said and placed his closed fist atop his chest before bowing slightly. “Melinda Merryweather,” I replied, endeavouring to keep my cheeks from burning up under his stare. “Beautiful Honeybee,” he said in a quiet drone and my eyes widened. “Excuse me, sir?” “Oh, no, miss, your name. Melinda, of Latin origin, meaning sweet. Constructed of mel, meaning honeybee, and Linda, meaning beautiful.”

I was not proud of it, but I gawked at the man. He knew more about my name than me myself. I had been aware of the Latin origin but the meaning of it had never been told to me. “My mother did have a fondness for the buzzing creatures, they fill an important role after all.” “Indeed,” the man said, “there would be little in terms of flowers without them.” “Oh, I was referring to food, Colonel Brandon. Flowers are pretty though.” “Their honey?” “No, they pollinate far more than flowers,” I continued, the education I had been given as a child tender to the Dashwoods far beyond any I would have had in another situation. “You are a woman of education.” “Oh, no, sir. I have merely been most lucky as a tender of children for the lovely Dashwood family.”

I did my utmost to speak calmly, but my entire body seemed caught on fire, the flames growing stronger with each second in his company. Talking is not my issue, remaining silent is. I’m certain he sees me as a know-it-all by now. “Luck plays a grand part in life. I admit, it has not been so graceful to me until now.” “Oh? You appear a most lucky man, sir.” “I shall not ruin said image of me for you, Miss Melinda Merryweather.” What to say to such a statement?

I had no need to think of it though, the man bowed and mounted his steed once more. My heart skipped a beat as he turned the horse about. “Thank you again, Colonel Brandon,” I said and he smiled at me, my skin burned and my breath caught as the last sunlight left the world but it seemed all the brighter when he smiled. “I wish you the best, beautiful honeybee,” he said with a sudden softness to his features and put his horse into motion, setting off in a rushed gallop without looking back once while my heart seemed to race at the same pace as the black horse.

Never had I met a man such as him. He was different, in the most sweet and good manner. I ended up watching him gallop back to town, I simply couldn’t make myself leave before he was gone. Strange sensations filled my chest and the heavy basket in my hand suddenly felt light in comparison to the weight of the newness, or, perhaps it was the knowledge a man such as him were not meant for me. For someone like me. A colonel had little business with a child tender turned into some form of a maid and teacher of reading and writing out of the goodness of my employer of many years. As much as warmth for the man bloomed within me, a sense of hopeless longing grew as well.

***

“I’ll only be an hour!” I called toward the little sitting room where Marianne and Elinor sat, one embroidering and one playing on the forte, while I slipped my boots over the many layers of socks I had adorned. I loved Marianne’s music, and voice, not blessed with either skill myself. Books, poetry, and stories lay me far closer to the heart though.

Reading, writing, and weaving stories of my own were my pleasures. My loves. And the past week my poetry had turned longing and somewhat sappy, to be truthful. I needed a moment with nature, to take a breath and rid my heart and mind of the grand colonel who called me a beautiful honeybee before riding off in a swirl of snow.

I wrapped a second scarf over my shoulders and headed out, the weather was splendid but cold. The midday sun had the world in a sparkle, a winter wonderland to adore and enjoy. I took a deep breath of fresh air and set off down the hidden road few carriages traversed. I followed it down the hill and then began my trodding across the field to reach the ice-covered lake where I was sure the most wonderful view where to be seen.

I had no idea how right I was…

As I came over the little hill, a wonderful view indeed sprawled out before me. But nothing could compare to the man standing right by the edge of the snow-covered beach, holding the reins of his large steed in a loose grip. With the sun shining high I could see him most perfectly, even if he wore no red coat I would have known his posture anywhere. The air about him was that of a single kind. I had spent so many words on the man, writing poetry to expel the feelings I had endeavoured to suppress ever since I had managed to tear myself away from the edge of the forest where I had last seen him galloping away in haste.

I stood still, once more stuck looking at the man from a distance without him being aware, and I felt as if all the feelings I had sought to tamper down and rid myself of through poetry took over completely. Let loose by his appearance where I least expected him. Oh, this is not proper! This is lunacy of the acutest kind. The man is a colonel, for goodness sake. I was about to turn around, play the coward, and run away while my heart ran rampant. “Honeybee!” came the loud rumble of the colonel, stopping me in my tracks (not that I’d begun to actually move).

The sound of boots and hooves walking through snow filled the air as he neared. My mind blanked when his soft gaze landed on me and a small smile spread his lips most sweetly. “Colonel Brandon,” I said and curtsied while hiding my bare hands behind my back. A bit embarrassed I had no gloves to speak of when he wore such fine ones of leather. “What a wonderful surprise,” he said. “What brings you to the lake, miss?” “Oh, umh, well, I was merely out for a walk to— To clear my head a bit, colonel.” “Perhaps a coincidence, I am here for that exact reason. What troubles you, if I may enquire?” You . Not that I could ever admit to such a thing.

“My troubles could not possibly be of any importance to a colonel, sir Brandon.” “I would take great pride in absolving you of any trouble, honeybee.” His voice was honest, his gaze a bit harsher and his voice once more a line rather than a smile, and that nickname set my stomach into an absolute flutter. “Do not tease me, sir.” “Never,” he said while taking a step closer. “I am not a man who would trifle with a beautiful woman,” he continued, taking another step. He was almost too close, yet not close enough.

My fingers fidgeted behind my back, the ends of my scarf swaying lightly in the soft breeze. A gust of wind blew by and my scarf flew off, tumbling along the snow in soft waves. He was off after it before I had a chance to even react. “Colonel!” I called, feeling like a nuisance to the man. “Colonel! Stop! It’s my—” He bent and snagged the thin fabric, holding it up with the sweetest of triumphant smiles before he jogged back. My icy fingers covered my mouth to hide the giggle, or perhaps to cool the heat flushing my face.

“My lady,” he said with a slight bow while holding out my scarf for me. I suffocated the laughter bubbling within me at his theatrics and reached for it. He jolted and grabbed my hand before I could pull away. “No gloves? In this chill?” he asked, concern written all over his handsome face while mine contorted with shame and embarrassment. “Thank you,” I said and wrung my hand free. “For catching it, sir.” I draped it over my shoulders once more but he only tilted his head to study me closer.

“I ought to return,” I said after a moment of silence, a silence far too intense. “They are expecting me at home,” I continued and curtsied swiftly before turning on my heel. “Miss Melinda,” he called, “stay safe!” “I shall, Colonel. I’m quite capable!” I called over my shoulder before waving at him, picking up my pace while leaving deep prints behind which I knew he would not follow this time.

***

It was the tenth of December, another week had passed since I saw the colonel and my little notebook was by now full of poems all revolving around him, around what he made me feel and wished to expel. My silly little heart had no wits about her, my mind just as snagged on his handsomeness — his kindness a lingering torment when there was no world in which I could be anything to such a fine gentleman.

“Mellie,” Margaret whined, “you’ve been writing for hours!” “Huh? Oh, have I really?” “Yes!” she said with a certain oomph to her voice. I merely smiled at her, mustering up the courage to not show her anything at all. “Is there a reason I ought to stop for the moment?” I asked as she leaned on the desk where I had, indeed, been sitting for several hours as lunchtime had arrived. “Mama asked you to fetch a bird for dinner, it’ll be dark if you don’t go soon.” “Oh, oh right! Yes, of course,” I said while shutting my little notebook and standing. “I’ll head out right away.” “But it’s lunchtime, silly goose.” “Well, there will be no goose of any kind, or other bird, if I don’t get a move on, will there?” “I’ll make a sandwich for you,” she said and scurried off with the usual happy spring to her steps. “With cheese and peppers, how you like it!” she called over her shoulder and I smiled at her sweetness.

I was out of the house a few moments later, hurrying towards town once again to get a bird for the family for the evening. Given how cold it was, one could have bought several and just had them in a box outside - they’d keep for weeks if the weather remained. But, again, I was not one to complain about some walking. I was rather fond of being out like that, truth be told. Truth be told, huh? More like give me something to take my mind of the man in a red coat, with a sweet smile, and soft eyes, and— Stop. Just, do not think of him. Simple as that. It was not , however, simple as that.

All the way to town, then through it, and back home again, I thought of the man. When I went down the hill to the house he was really the only thing I thought of at all. The fact I managed to keep my wits about me enough to see snow prints of male shoes unlike any other prints was a miracle. As the Dashwoods had company, obviously of the male kind, I walked around back and took the small servant entrance almost straight into the kitchen.

“Cook, here, I found a fantastic goose for dinner. It’s missing half a wing but the butcher gave me a great price for it.” “My, my, my, that is a good bird,” Cook replied as I held the naked goose up. Plucked and ready for cooking. She grabbed it and my cold fingers flexed with an ache to them. The thing was heavy and with the evening chill I struggled to get my blood flowing again for a moment while undressing my outside clothes only to put on a new scarf over my shoulders and thicker slippers on my feet rather than the boots and tripple socks.

“Here,” Cook said and handed me a tray of tee with some biscuits on a plate. Four cups on it, but it was the pretty china so the fourth one certainly wasn’t for me and Margaret didn’t drink tea. “Who’s visiting?” I asked. “Oh, some upstanding man, the boring type if you ask me. Tense looking. Too old for any of the Dashwoods too, no idea why the lady entertains him for so long.” “Long?” “He’s been ‘ere since one, came right after lunchtime.” “Well, perhaps he fancies one of them, or one of them fancies him. Is he rich?” “Very much so, Mellie.” “Well, there you have it then, Mrs Dashwood couldn’t send a rich man away — no matter his looks or age when she has two daughters she needs to wed.” “Indeed, but we both know the lady cares too much about what her daughters want to ever force a marriage.” “True, maybe she can force a marriage with a rich man upon me?” I laughed, both cook and I perfectly aware I wished for no such thing and nor would it ever happen either. No, love would be my biggest reason for marriage — riches were good, but love far outweighed it in every way.

As I came closer to the parlour I heard Marianne speak, asking whoever was visiting to read another. I didn’t know what she referred to but I gently pushed open the door, not making a sound as I backed in to not wobble the tray. “Snow prints—” My heart stopped in my chest. “—were followed, a path—” My fingers trembled. “—he ought not have taken. She was below—” The tray clattered to the floor, the china breaking and shards scattering all over the floor as I heard Colonel Brandon read my poetry, about him !

“Mellie, goodness me, are you alright?” said Mrs Dashwood with a shriek. I slowly turned, seeing the man who I had written those words for staring at me with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, Marianne sat far too close to him. He was a captivating reader, I could not fault her for her investment, yet my heart ached at the sight of the two.

“I— That’s—” “I gave it to him,” Margaret said with a beaming smile. “You write so well, Mellie!” she kept going and Colonel Brandon looked between me and the notebook containing my most inner thoughts in his hands. His eyes turned wider, his face paled and I felt my insides twist as he stared at me again.

Tears stung my eyes, the shame and embarrassment, the hurt and fear, the ache in my chest at the betrayal of the child I thought so highly of. “Excuse me,” I blurted out before bolting out the door, not staying to clean up the mess. “Mellie!” called Mrs Dashwood. “Mellie, what—” called Marianne with confusion in her tone but I was out of earshot for her sweet, clear voice. Such a contrast to the Colonel’s, so perfectly matched.

I ran out through the kitchen entrance, past Cook who prepared the infernal bird, and out into the snow lit up by the climbing moon as early evening had arrived. “Honeybee!” came the voice I dreaded to hear. “Stop, please!” he called and I stopped, my hand on the gate at the end of the backyard and my slipper-clad feet deeply buried in the white coldness below.

His running steps reached me, and the crunching of snow and slightly panted breaths filled my ears. Warmth wrapped around my shoulders as he hung his coat over me and I spun around in shock at the action. He was stood in only his vest and shirt, the biting wind tossed about his beautiful hair but all I really saw were the sweet, kind eyes staring at me.

“I never knew,” he said quietly while taking a step back. “Knew what?” I asked, attempting to not inhale deeply as his scent wafted up my nose. The perfect scent, the warmest and most comforting of scents. “That is was your beautiful poetry I was reading, the child gave it to me, asked for me to read something out of it. I thought it belonged to one of the ladies present in the room — and they did not object,” he said while looking most forlorn, nearly distressed. “I was not even aware you resided with the Dashwood household.” “I have for many years,” I said. “Marianne will be a perfect match for you,” I continued while thinking of their voices, the way she sat right beside him on the sofa.

Colonel Brandon stepped closer. “I have already found my match,” he said. “I asked you not to tease me, sir. And you said not to be a gentlemen who trifled with women.” “And I have not,” he said, his eyes hardening while coming far too close, forcing me to look up at him. It was all in my head… Only in my heart, not his. Perhaps, perhaps he is merely a most kind man? I have little experience with those.

“Honeybee,” he said, snagging my attention anew. “I have not, and will not, trifle with you, tease you. I am too old for games and life far too dark as is for me to make it any worse.” “Sir!” “I speak true,” he declared. “A gentleman such as you ought to be more aware of your own handsomeness.” He blanched at that, blinking at me before a timid smile stretched his lips in a manner that looked as if he were unable to control it.

“You find me handsome?” “What woman in their right mind would not?” “Oh, I do believe you may be a woman of singular taste, honeybee.” I gasped, gaping at him. “I beg your pardon? Are you accusing me of something?” “I am not a favourable option for most beautiful women, such as yourself. I am well aware of it. My riches perhaps an aid in seeing past it, or my standing in society.” I gasped anew, a mixture of an exhale and a laugh of disbelief.

“You are terrible, sir. You may wish to know I had no idea who you were until you introduced yourself, even then, I am new to this part of the county and have had little to do with the upstanding citize n so I am not aware of your riches. I do recognize the bravery and skill you possess to climb up the ranks, but any silly nilly knows such things,” I said with both hurt and irritation at the man who twisted my insides with warmth and want. “I apologize, miss,” he said, his face held in some sort of shame at the assumption he’d held of me perhaps. “No need, I am but a servant of no importance or value.” “What a foul thing to say…” “Truth is sometimes.”

Time stretched on while we stood in silence, simply looking at each other. “Miss Melinda, your poetry,” he began while looking at me with something I could only describe as respect, perhaps even admiration, “it is most beautiful, passionate, deep .” The change of subject threw me for a loop, a man such as him ought to hold no admiration of any kind for a woman such as I. “Like your voice,” I whispered before I could stop myself. I had thought of hearing my words in his voice, there was no way not to when his voice was such perfection. He chuckled. “My voice is to your liking?” “Everything about you is to my liking, as far as I’m aware. Sir .” I couldn’t help the sass, or the way my face had hardened while my insides were in an uproar over the man. I had to protect myself from the rejection that was sure to come despite his sweet words. It was only a matter of time, surely.

Yet, it did not.

His hands cupped my face, the gesture most intimate and highly improper. “If you are ever made aware of a trait of mine that is not to your liking, I will be very much obliged to correct it, to your liking, honeybee.” “W-What do you mean?” I asked, my breath tumbling out in a shuttering way. “Would you object to me?” My eyes widened while his finger stroked my cheek. “Object to you? Sir?” “I am beyond happy I caught a glimpse of you, heard the vendor call for you about the holly, and found your prints at the edge of town. I rode around quite manically to find you, you know. Following those snow prints, it was the best decision I have ever made.” “Colonel… Stop, we cannot, it’s not proper.” “Propriety can take flight and be on its merry way, honeybee. I have my heart set on you, my beautiful honeybee who writes the most captivating of poetry and smiles with nothing but honesty in her eyes. I have my heart set on you, Melinda Merryweather.” “It was about you…” I whispered while my skin burned under his touch. “Me?” “Yes… For weeks now, I’ve tried all I can to rid myself of these feelings and thoughts…”

Brandon viewed me with a mixture of torment and joy, I chuckled nervously while he released my face and grasped my hands. His coat slid off my shoulders as he tugged me closer — gently — and the cold December air wrapped itself around me. “Would you allow said feelings to grow? Fester? Become an irrevocable part of you?” “Colonel…” “I am already lost to you, honeybee. Allow me the chance to make you happy,” he asked kindly, his hummingly dark voice nothing but an endless promise of said happiness. “Yes. Yes, please,” I whispered as tears of relief and joy wetted my cheeks. “Honeybee… Beautiful Melinda… My Melinda,” he said before he leaned in and kissed my forehead with force, his thin lips perfectly warm against my chilled skin. “You shall not regret this, I promise you my all.”

We leaned back, my heart was aflutter and my stomach a warm ball of knots, and I could not help but smile at the sweet gentleman who had captivated my heart so easily. “I fear any regret I may have will be only a reflection of your own, Colonel.” “Christopher,” he corrected. “My name, is Christopher, honeybee.” “Christopher.” “How sweet a sound you make it. I shall wish to hear it every day for the rest of my life.” I only nodded at that, too stunned to speak when he so brazenly declared I was to be his for all time to come. I held no objections to that as his hands squeezed mine with warmth, his kind eyes a balm to my soul and his smile a thing of beauty far beyond the sparkling snow all around us…

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A/N: Oh how I hope you enjoyed this One Shot with our dear Brandon 🥰 I had so much fun writing this, and it did indeed turn out to be far longer than I had planned but I enjoyed each word I wrote of this 😍👏

IMPORTANT: Tomorrow I’ll be picking up a story from Rickmas2022! You do not have to read it before reading this years parts, but I do recommend it to get the full story. I will do a small recap before diving into the new parts too. The fics I will be continuing is 14. Icy Roads & 15. Frosty Glass (yes, it’s Hans and Anna-Louisa who are making a comback by super popular demand 😂👏). I've yet to start writing it but, well, guess it'll be a late night today 👀👍

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SCREAM (Yan!GhostFace!Tama)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, reader was nearly ran over in broad daylight, Tamaki Slowly Snaps™, stalking, attempted murder(two times, reader nearly gets ran over & Tamaki's first victim manages to escape once), murder, Tamaki is a yandere(who knows his obsession is wrong, but he ends up snapping. and getting worse.), Tamaki & Mirio do the Billy & Stu tagteam except Tamaki is the killer of the duo, Mirio has his own darling which I may or may not write the origins of, Tamaki is the creepy kind of Ghostface due to his introverted nature he's slightly Micheal Myer's-esque and the opening scene features no Scream franchise signature burner calls!

This is gonna be a three part fic and I wanna say reader is a bit fruitloopy, too.(just because of what i have planned for the end. this is a consent blog, sooo)

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Underage characters are Aged Up!

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Similar to Ghostface!Baku, I cut back unnecessary parts(who cares how the minor bg characters croak ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we’re here for the opening, the ending, and the lovin’), but there still is movie spoilers/references. Enjoy!

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Tamaki was an introvert by nature. He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything. Much to his chagrin, he was popular, but he only kept a small circle of friends. He was studious, and his nimble frame helped him greatly with sports that demanded dexterity.

He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything.

But you caught his eye. And even though he denied it, he fell in love with you at first sight. His social anxiety would ultimately lead him to overthink things.

He knew what your favorite foods were by heart. It wasn’t right of him. He knew your favorite color(s), and he even knew your favorite subjects. It’s not normal. You always looked so pretty, bunny, oh God he’s such a creep, wearing your favorite outfits and styles.

Unfortunately, you were a victim of delinquents who’d always find ways to harass you. Usually, a few words would make them stop, for a while.

But this tops everything they’ve done. Popularity can only go so far.

Those laughing bastards drove an expensive vehicle they ‘borrowed’, tires screeching across the parking lot as they gassed it off campus, nearly running you over in their joyride.

You were on your rump, terrified and wailing from narrowly avoiding death, but everybody else just stood around like dumb asses. He didn’t waste a second, jogging towards you to see if you were okay. Mirio would know better what to do in this type of situation, he mused as he fretted over you, asking if you were hurt, if you were okay.

When you clung to him, something in him that was hanging by a thread finally snapped.

He decided then and there as he awkwardly and very hesitantly embraced you, he’d kill every last one of them.

~~~

It took some time, and unfortunately, his grades suffered a little. He had to spend late nights staking out the places those bastards frequented, and find out their addresses and numbers. He’d spend what time he could planning. He couldn’t get caught, now, could he?

He had to make sure he wouldn’t be.

He had a ghost mask Mirio had jokingly plastered hollow tentacle-like formations on from last Halloween. It would do perfectly. He had just the right things to hide his tattoos, too, just like the majority of his wardrobe.

It was form fitting, a black sweatshirt with deep navy butterfly printed leggings. He broke out the black leather boots he'd never worn before just for this, too.

One of the ones who mercilessly bullied you had to work the last hours working their family bookstore tonight. They were probably bored out of their mind, and what better electrifying thrill to face imminent death? But he wanted to have a little fun, first.

Mirio lived nearby, and with a beloved of his own, he'd be more than happy to help after hearing what those bastards did to you.

Devices in hand and a plan in mind, he thinks; yes. Yes...they would do perfectly as the opening scene.

He can't contain the deranged grin creeping across his face.

~~~

It's the small things that make the largest of impacts. Tiny objects moved from places one knows they were, odd sounds, and small new additions. Thankfully this one was observant, much to his amusement. He'd bugged that bookstore and tinkered with it, relishing in how this bastard slowly began to lose their mind.

He watched them plant their own devices; probably pilfered from friends and family. Their shifty eyes were almost comical. Perhaps they wouldn't have nearly ran you over when they were this aware of their surroundings?

He smiles widely, a giddy feeling rising in him as he decides he should acknowledge their efforts.

Armed with the knowledge of every camera they'd attempted to sneakily place, and dressed to impress, he lingers just outside the peripheral of the devices.

It was so entertaining fucking with them, and once they caught his silhouette, they'd brought it up with their family who knew well enough the crowd they mingled with.

'Perhaps one of your friends is pranking you? Don't sweat it, it's typical.'

And as typical, they threw a tantrum, knocking over a cart of books before promptly exiting. It took several days for them to come back, needing money. He watched them mind the desk for some time, before donning the costume he'd thrown together after the sun had set, close to their closing time.

Tonight was the night he'd hunt them down, Mirio tagging along.

He skulks out of sight, loitering in the back alley where they'd come out after closing up for the night.

Unfortunately for them, the alleyway was long with twists and turns. He followed them, looking for a chance to attack. All was silent, with the exceptions of his and their footsteps, and their quickening breathing. He made sure to match their steps, stopping each time they stopped.

He expected them to turn around right away-but they didn't, choosing instead to pick up their pace, soon breaking into a bolt, surprisingly fast.

In a fit of fear and desperation, they threw anything and everything they could behind them in an attempt to block his path to them as they rounded the corner to the awaiting Mirio.

Unfortunately for him, it worked. It was tough navigating through a dark alleyway at night with a mask that limited his sight.

He curses under his breath; he was so close, too.

"Whoa, you okay there, bud?" he hears Mirio, following his mock-surprised grunt when they collide into him.

As they begin to stammer in a panic, he pulls down his hoodie and removes his mask, stashing it aside temporarily with his weapon and gloves before tugging his sleeves over his palms.

"Slow down, there. Can't understand a word you're saying--" Mirio tries to placate them as they panic, "Someone's following me, for fuck's sake, I--"

"Oh, hey, Tamaki." the blonde interrupts, absolutely beaming as he rounds the corner. "You chasing this person or something?~" he asks as that bastard whips around, heaving a sigh of relief as he plays ignorance. "Chase...? You know I'm not that type, Mirio." he fakes a worried smile behind his sleeve as Mirio all but guffaws. "Real panicky, this one, eh?" he exclaims, casually hanging an arm around their shoulder. "Hey, hey, you're shakin' up, how about I take ya home, bud?" he starts, "C'moooon, this way or that?" overwhelming them with his sunny personality, soon whisking them off the moment they point.

"Til next time, Tama!~" he waves farewell, the double edged meaning making him seethe.

This time he failed...but he has a backup plan. He'll murder that bastard's sister.

And by pure luck, he finds her going for a night time jog in the park.

He won't let her get away, no, no, not in such a wide-open space.

She'd make the perfect...what would it be called again?

The perfect opening scene.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #suneater x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #ghostface!tamaki x reader #yandere bnha #yandere amajiki tamaki #yandere tamaki amajiki #college!au

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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A little😬 personal message/love letter💌

Tw: fluff and lots of praise💕

I’ve been meaning to write this for some time but your awesome milestone seems like a perfect opportunity to congratulate you and express my gratitude! Was hesitant to call it a love letter cuz it might sound creepy😅 but I remembered WHAT we enjoy in these parts and creepy is kinda the highest praise so I’ll stick to calling it a LOVE letter! Which it IS!💜

I’ve been reading your stories for some time now, but surprisingly not as long as I thought. 🤔They’re such a big part of my day/life/heart now that I could swear I’ve been enjoying your work for a long time. But no, just a few months or so. At first I’ve been lurking around, scared to comment on/reblog the depravity of it all😝, but your talented writing sucked me in real fast and I decided to let my depraved self free. Also there was an urge to shout at you about how amazing your stories are! So let me do just that.

I love you, your stories and everything you share with us! Your writing is incredible, the characters are so vivid in my mind that I feel I could touch them/ and hell I’d love to hehe😏 The other day I was about to comment that your NW-coded Ghostface was so true to NW character with his talk and all, but stopped and thought to myself ‘wait, of course she described him perfectly, it’s HER character!!’😅 So I guess in my mind your Joels are authentic Pedro boys like Javi p, Dieter etc.

The writing process that you shared amazes me! I respect it so much! You put your soul into it and dedicate so much thought, care and time to it! Thank you!🙏

And giiiirl the range on your writing!!👏Your stories can be scary, angsty, fluffy(YES I said it) and funny! And I wanna highlight this word FUNNY! Another thing that gripped me by the “balls” in your blog is your sense of humour. I value it in people greatly. I love your subtle jokes and often cackle reading your fics and answers to asks. And last but definitely not least your smut be smutting like no one else’s. 🥵👏🙌🙌🙌

Also you created a whole ass community for your readers, and I think not only your writing but also your amazing personality is the reason why we feel so welcomed and comfortable on your blog. Thank you for this too!💜

I love fanfiction and there’re so many wonderful writers on this hellsite but you’re definitely my favourite!🥹

If you ever need any help, advice or whatever from silly little me I’ll be there for you! Sending you a hug and two hundred white roses jttJoel style😁🫂💕💕💕 love you!

And sorry for the wordiness😬

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I've been writing Joel for less than three months and it rly does feel like so much longer that we've been interacting. Y'all are honestly a huge part of my day/life/heart, too.

It makes me so happy when people embrace themselves, depravity and all. When you embrace yourselves you embrace me and each other, too. I've never acknowledged a milestone before, but I realized it's not really about me, it's about "the community," like you said. And nothing makes me happier than people feeling welcomed and comfortable here. And what you said about the community, that's when I thermal printed this lol. 🖤

The fact that you imagine night walks as a distinct pedro boy is like the highest compliment I can imagine for a Joel. And thank you for saying that about my range 🥹 it's cool being notorious but I do enjoy variety 🖤 I def try not to take myself too seriously so I'm glad you enjoy those lighter moments and that they don't nullify the smut completely. 😅

I remember that time you were literally the only one who laughed at my silly joke, and I was like, I can always count on you, and it was a heartwarming moment lmaooo, Found it. It's true, I can count on you, and will not hesitate to take you up on it when I need advice. Thanks again for spraying the water bottle into my mouth when I was in the stepdad boxing ring with myself.

I let my SO read this and I think he "gets it" now -- that it isn't just posting depraved shit for internet strangers (he was supportive of that too, though lol). So thank you for putting it into all these beautiful words. 💖

Lots of love and an ipad and iphone to you from trouble!Joel.

🖤🖤🖤

#ask #🖤#kate

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honeybyte · 6 months

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HELLO what are some of your fashion/clothing inspirations for your characters, if you have any in particular or even jsut want to talk abt your ocs in relation to clothes/fashion

[buckles seatbelt] okay so 👏

this is all definitely a mash up of some of my favorite styles, and even some new ones i found while working on A+C designs, BUT. overall this story is in late 1700s, early 1800s, so most all my fashion choices are pulled from around that time period. i really like designing for what's practical to each chara so its like. Odelia can be very extravagant bc thats what makes sense for her position, vs Goliath who dresses simply w movement and warmth in mind.

this turned into a mini essay/board. please dont look at me

》 Odelia specifically is based on rococo fashion– her prints are light florals, her silhouettes are dramatic yet elegant, her entire design palette is based in rococo pastels. Euan dips into this as well, but his prints are darker and more dramatic, and his silhouette is closer to 1800s traditional russian fashion. they really only use these outfits for ceremonies tbh, but the point to it will always be that Odelia's dress is more extravagant and lighter in color and fabric than Euan's, similar to how she prefers the limelight over his backstage.

》 Goliath was originally supposed to be in a highlands great kilt– he's a hunter in scotland so it would have been A Thing at the time. but he morphed over time to wearing smth closer to english hunt dress, partially bc of his brace needing to you know. not chafe horribly. also since he's in the woods, it probably would make more sense for him to be essentially the scottish equivalent of a longhunter

》 Elle being a butcher and Angus being a blacksmith, of COURSE i had to look into 1800s dress for both occupations. both seem to dress p simply (button up shirts w slacks and an apron), but butchers add in a tie and occasionally a dress jacket. Angus and Elle follow these same guidelines; Angus dresses in a loose white shirt and slacks, and Elle keeps buttoned up w a bolo tie. that being said, the way they dress is also a personality thing, as Angus is fairly open abt his simplicity and flaws, while Elle keeps themself hidden behind a mask of perfection and organization.

》 Finally we have Agnes. she dresses very simply for who she is, but she's also technically a student studying for her doctorate in theology, and dropped a pretty penny to get to Kencree. her overall outfit is p simple (slacks, a high neck shirt, boots), but her coat, if i actually detailed it, is based in the coats for Peter I of russia. this is definitely bc i just Love the silhouette and detailing lol, but i also think its fitting for her to hold on to at least one piece of the finery she gave up for her trip. i think by the end of the story she loses it tho. probably when she's packing to go home. for reasons :)

#ask #ocs #rhodes butchery #SORRY................. IM EXCITED ABT THEM

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destinyc1020 · 2 years

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Z codependent? What is anon even saying? Z is clearly very capable of navigating her life on her own otherwise the industry would have swallowed her by now . Her mom and Tom are not following her to every meeting and film/Tv set . Z is a huge advocate for reading her contracts and advocating for herself . Clair not wanting Z to try new things 🙄, that woman owns a crystal business is doesn’t get more free spirited than that . Lol. JE is a walking red flag, of course Clair was cautious. He has a habit of biting the hand that feeds him and stepping over people to move forward. Look at all his past relationships. He has complained about TKB and Netflix multiple times .It has also been said that he complained to Sam about wanting to leave the show because he thinks he deserves bigger roles. Like get real dude pay your dues and appreciate ur opportunities. His energy just screams entitled wannabe.

PREEEAAACH!!!! 👏 ALL of this is why JE comes off as unlikable to me. I don't know him personally, but I'm just saying that the vibe he gives off can be slightly off-putting sometimes. I'm wondering if that is what Claire picked up on too?

The print interviews he gives are just 👀 And you can tell that he grew up in privilege too... Just even hearing/reading the way he speaks (and I'm not talking about accent or vernacular) is very telling. You're right Anon. He comes off as entitled. It's always been off-putting to me. There's nothing wrong with wanting to aspire to greater things, there's not even anything wrong with growing up in a fancy area/private schools, etc. But don't be a jerk, and don't bite the hand that feeds you, or constantly feel like you should be at the front of the line when you haven't really been in the business but a HOT MINUTE smh lol. 🤦‍♀️ Dude JUST starred in "The Kissing Booth" in 2018, and he already gives off the impression that he feels like he should be at the level of his "icons" lol. Lawwwwd....If he don't sit down somewhere! Some people have been acting in HW for YEARS and are just NOW getting their "big break" lol. 😅🤣

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knightotoc · 2 years

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I found all the Asimovs on audiobook originally, but I've been slowly collecting the physical books at thrift stores. I prefer the weird old covers to the plain modern ones you can get at B&N, and these old versions often have interesting ads for more books at the end or funny dedications at the front. I half-love and half-hate how mismatched they are, but the excitement of finding a new one outweighs my other feelings.

Prelude: a cracked-binding October 1991 Bantam reissue, with a cheesy cover by Will Cormier of an Edward-Norton-looking Hari Seldon checking into a fabulous pink Trantorian hotel. There is an ad in the middle for a collector's edition of the original Foundation novel with the awesome Michael Whelan cover + a copy of the new and "exclusive" short story Cal (I've read it, it rules, though it's a bit of a clip show). In the back, there is an ad for the upcoming novel Forward the Foundation (the best one but not part of my collection yet), TWO author bios and an adorable author photo. Asimov would die shortly after, in April 1992 :(

Foundation: a 1985 reprint by British publisher Panther Books, with a stunning wraparound cover by Tim White of the Foundation's lonely settlement on Terminus. There is an order form in the back for dozens of classic sci-fi books by multiple authors, with prices marked in pounds. I wonder how this European book crossed the pond to end up at a used book store in California? I'm glad it did, or I never would have heard of Tim White.

Second Foundation: a 1987 12th printing by Del Rey, with the iconic Michael Whelan cover of Arkady Darrel my beloved standing among the ruins of Trantor. This is my favorite cover of them all🥰 There is a long-ish and funny intro by Asimov about this series' complicated publication history, and an ad in the back for the original Foundation trilogy + the first spinoff, Foundation's Edge.

Foundation's Edge: a first-edition 1982 hardback by Doubleday. It is missing the dust jacket, which isn't a huge loss since, according to Google images, it's not that interesting. It does have a funny dedication.

Robots of Dawn: a "Book Club Edition" 1983 hardback by Doubleday. It still has the dust jacket, designed by Kiyoshi Kanai; the cover isn't that special but the jacket does have another great author photo inside. There is also some water damage on the last pages (probably from some Giskard x Daneel fan's tears).

Complete Robot: a "Book Club Edition" 1982 hardback by Doubleday. The wraparound robot-arm dust jacket by Kiyoshi Kanai is simple but cool as hell, and features a great big author photo that fills the whole back cover☺️ There is also a lovely "Last Word" that makes me tear up a bit.

Stars, Like Dust: a 1983 hardback "Book Club Edition" reprint by Doubleday. The dust jacket features nice wraparound art by Joe Bergeron. In the afterword, Asimov apologizes for the outdated science of his fictional lifeless world's atmospheric composition, since the book was first published in 1950. He doesn't apologize here for the stupid US Constitution subplot that his editor forced him to add, though I know from other sources that he really hated that thing.

Gods Themselves: a cracked-binding paperback by Fawcett Crest, with no date given besides the 1972 copyright. The cover art is absolutely fantastic and bananas; I think it depicts the 3 gender roles of the aliens' marriage, and the 2 worlds colliding. The book doesn't credit the artist, but ISFDB online identifies him as Charles Moll. Thanks Charles Moll👏👏👏

#asimov blogging #librarian knightotoc #long post #michael whelan #will cormier #tim white #kiyoshi kanai #joe bergeron #charles moll

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daydadahlias · 1 year

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Hey, I just finished re-reading Fine Print for like the fifth time👏. My favourite! I noticed though that Cal could be a problem between Luke and Ashton perhaps? Or maybe he finds someone who he can love like Luke found Ash. So, even though you haven't written a sequel, would you say Lashton end up together, or does Luke get with Calum again?

Hello!!! She’s one of my favorites too!! And thank you for such a wonderful question!! I love getting to talk abt fic hypotheticals 🥺

As for an answer, I pretty firmly believe that there’s no chance of Cal and Luke getting back together in the future. I think that, while they love each other in a very real way, they ultimately want very different things. And I also think that — in a lot of ways — Calum was not a very good boyfriend to Luke. I think he instilled a lot more fear than he rectified, if that makes sense. Like, I think that while he comforted Luke and was good at comforting him, he also brought up a lot of components of the industry that Luke never really had issues with until Calum brought them up (ie. People trying to know him / people giffing him or writing stories about him). And then, in addition to that, Calum is scared a lot about what Luke does and expects to be coddled because of those fears but doesn’t allow Luke the same grace. He very frequently in the fic tells Luke off for being afraid rather than validating his feelings whereas Ashton tells him it’s okay to be scared. I think that’s the biggest disparage between the two of them that ultimately makes Ashton a better match for Luke than Calum.

#I think Calum will definitely find someone else #someone that doesn’t expect him to be a spectacle if that makes sense #because while Calum wasn’t good for Luke #I don’t think Luke was good for Calum either #calum shouldn’t have to be in the public eye y’know #pigeon #anon #thank you for asking 🥺#yeah I think lashton belong together in a way cake don’t in this universe

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skullchicken · 2 years

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emoji ask for Alberich: 🤥 LYING, 🍩 DONUT, 🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL, 🏊 SWIMMING, 🔫 PISTOL, ⚙️ GEAR, 🌈 RAINBOW, ❤️ RED HEART

Get ready for T👏 M👏 I👏 !

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean? Alberich can swim - barely. He goblinized into a giant as a teenager (at goblinization day, no less - he's pretty old) and didn't get much use out of the skill since then because

a) it's kinda hard to swim in pools when you're 3 m / 10 feet tall

b) he dislikes showing his body in public. To quote "I have some intense stretch marks. No-one needs to see that."

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying? Yes. As a former citizen of Horizon (he got a cushy job at an art museum which he finally became the director of because of his parent's influence) he has decades of experience lying through his teeth and especially to himself. Once the disillusion really hit him, he simply continued the habit by selling forged artworks to rich people.

Until one day he sold one to a certain draconic CEO and had leave the country real quick to start a new life in the UCAS under a new name.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

If you get his mind into an altered state (sleep deprivation, too much wine, cram…) he will start ranting about…

Bauhaus "if you think about it, it really is an economic, practical and - at its inception - even equalist architecturial style. It's only downside, really, is that it's horrendous to look at and hostile to human life")

the art of Gauguin "what possessed the man to mix every color palette with mustard? And don't even get me started on the objectifying, exploitative, colonialism-extravaganza of his subject matters!"

... or any other topic of art history he has Big Opinions about.

Putting the rest of these under the cut :)

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

Ohoho, he is so paranoid for the above reason. Yet on the other hand his mentor spirit is Oak, which translates to literally being willing to die for someone he sees worthy of being protected. (Though of course he doesn't let people know.)

e.g. in the game where I played him, he quite quickly befrieded a lil elf-poser hacker and he did in fact almost die for her, because she asked him nicely to fend of a guard-spirit so she has a shot at freeing some prisoners from a bunraku.

At the same time, every time they talked via commlink he would tape over the camera and worry she might find out where he lives ¯_(ツ)_/¯

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Words and gifts.

He considers being nice to people to be the easiest way to get people to do what you want. But he also just enjoys complimenting people and speaking kind words when he gets the chance. He would send his co-runners thank-you-notes after their missions.

He also once had a very sweet conversation with the aforementioned elf-poser hacker who confided in him by showing him her matrix-persona who she wished she was more like (in meat-space she was very shy and socially anxious, on the matrix she was a confident leader). So he logged into the MMORPG she liked to play, downloaded the persona-model and 3D-printed it to give it to her.

Y'know. As a symbol to help her bring her ideal self into meat-space.

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Oof, that's a painful one. So, Alberich was married twice. The love of his younger years was Terry, an Orc who died of VITAS. He didn't take it well and due to that and his job being very… corporate, he was dipping in and out of depressive phases when he met his wife. His wife was funny, quirky and optimistic. But one day she decided to leave out of the blue, saying that she needs to find herself. He's still fears that it was something he did.

What he would say to his self from 5 years ago would thus be: "Get professional help for your depressive phases. Your wife is trying to carry both you and your emotions and you're crushing her."

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

Alberich loves art with a passion, but he is also very disllusioned with the art world. Science and technology brought him companionship shortly after his goblinization, since he became a shut-in for a good half to a full year. Rationally he thinks science is more important. Emotionally he just loves in what ways the human spirit can express itself way too much.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Ice cream :)

#alberich #shadowrun #thank you for the asks #this was very self-indulgent for me #troll #horns

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biaswreckingfics · 10 months

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Not me becoming MIA after I sent you that last message….

I’m my defense !!!

I saw you responded, read your response, and processed to reply in my head. So like I was half way there. Idk. I wasn’t a math major. I’m not that type of psychotic.

Funk has been strong this year but now that the sun is out, seasonal depression is getting booted !! and the devil’s dust (pollen) is swooping in max boosted 3000 !

Also I don’t have Twitter but I will support you all the way from here! You can do no wrong! You running your mouth? Never. You’re simply speaking your truth. Everyone else is the problem.

And yes!!! I got a big girl job!! I’m super excited and it’s been going well. Slightly busy now but it’s all good! We had a dip party and my dip was a real hit! Bowl? Cleaned.

I’m also the youngest in the office and they don’t get my lingo or references. I also am somehow the IT expert even though we have a whole IT division.

Like I didn’t even know how to print at my last job and was on a first name bases with one of the IT guys because I had that many issues. I CANT EVEN PRINT IN MY OWN HOUSE!!! And yet people turn to me if they have an issue. I should truly put this on my resume.

Guess you can say I’m the it girl now….

WAIT we are also literally an IT company! IT is in the name!!!

….so the CBX news…. (Nice clean transition quaaacky)

I mean I saw it coming. SM be stinky.

Anyways! Hope you have a happy, healthy, and safe weekend!

I’m probably taking the dog hiking again and then going to the farmers market for baklava and outrageously big vegetables.

<3333

Quaaacky, I've been so MIA it's not even funny lmao

I thought when it got warmer and the sun was shining, my funk would go away, but it very much hasn't 😭😭 I may even be in it deeper than before lol. Also... I have zero recollection about whatever it was I did on Twitter, but considering I've been running my mouth off since I got to work... I'm not even surprised 😬😬 legitimately, my boss just said he was proud of me for being so unfiltered, but he feels bad bc I am talking ALL of the shit (it's the truth, though, so, oh well).

Love that you got a big girl job and that its been going well!! What was the dip, though?? 👀👀 I might need to swipe it for upcoming gatherings lol

I'm not surprised about the IT thing 😂😂 all the older people at my job think I can do magic bc I know how to work the computer and I'm like ??? I don't know what I'm doing?? Lol so yes!! Quaaacky = it girl 👏👏

Listen. If I talk about the CBX/EXO/SM bullshit, I'm gonna flip a lid. I will always trust in my boys, but I wish they had gotten out. Fuck SM. I hope that company crashes and burns.

Omg, hiking, farmers market, and a dog!! 🥺🥺 you sound like you have your life together and I'm both envious and happy for you lol ❤️❤️

#quaaacky #help. bc im ready to be ON ONE

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rimouskis · 11 months

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As someone who is getting their first non-student apartment and is very confused about setting up space, any tips for low budget interior decorating that isnt catalogue beige?

first: congrats!! that's a huge deal and incredibly exciting.

second: I think setting up someone's space is a really personal endeavor that depends heavily on the person living in said space and what they need out of it. advice isn't one-size-fits-all when it comes to the look of your ~abode~, and that doesn't even account for wild variations in taste.

third: I don't know if my advice is great for everyone; I have never bought furniture for myself 😅 I still sleep in the same bedframe that I had when I was a child, haha. my couch was a hand-me-down from an aunt (and is threadbare as proof); as for my table, I took from my cousin who was going to dump it on the curb; the thing my TV rests on isn't a console but rather the top section of my childhood desk that I've repurposed, haha. I hauled it all with me to my apartment when I moved lol.

that being said, all of that furniture isn't, like... nice stuff.

everything I have is scratched or scuffed or worse for wear. I think my TV is as old as dinosaurs (I inherited it from my dead great-aunt's house sale). I have to fight the second drawer on my dresser to get it closed every single time, since I've had that dresser since I was born. the only "nice" piece of furniture I have are the sideboard table my dad and I made by hand during quarantine, and the plant stand he made as a birthday gift and drove out to me a year or two ago.

while I think those pieces are really lovely and improve the space, I think the fact that the rest of my shit is pretty old and "Not Nice" actually speaks more to the stuff I did have control over, especially on a limited budget. you don't need expensive "nice" furniture to have a nice space. at all. trust me.

I think the key lies in surrounding yourself with things you like. I'm really big on art and have accumulated a lot of it over the years, everything from handmade simple pieces from relatives to cheap mass-produced prints to signed photography from an art fair [that was a moving-away gift from my parents]. give yourself time to discover stuff you like. your apartment doesn't have to stay the way it looks when you move in. I bought a new print in seattle just last year and hung it up, and I adore it!! allow yourself to see things you like, and collect them.

don't throw away decor just because you feel like you should have outgrown it. I kept the tapestry I hung up in my college dorm and it's now hanging on one of my walls, and I still like it just as much as I liked it back then, even if it's seen as a sort of ~juvenile~ decor style. [not to mention I have a flag hanging on one of my walls lol which SCREAMS "I studied abroad once:)" energy but I still love it :') and it reminds me fondly of my trip and how much I grew as a person/traveler]

keep surfaces clean and clear, and put Fun Found Objects on them. I remember when at my old job we all had to do this goofy workplace organization training and one of the beginning assessments was to figure out what your ~gathering spaces~ were in your own home, and my boss literally didn't believe me when I told her I only had 2 hahahaha. CLUTTER 👏 STRESSES 👏 PEOPLE 👏 OUT 👏 !!! my key to not allowing clutter is I only have ONE space where I'm allowed to put "where the fuck does this go" items (it's my table, since I rarely sit at it) and everything else has its place and needs to go there. that means I'm a fan of shelves and bookshelves, and the benefit of insisting upon shelves is you can put useful AND beautiful things on them so they look nice while also being functional. like, I've got a lovely navajo vase from the museum of native american history sitting on the same shelf where I keep my headphones. since I rarely host, I use a cute serving platter and matching dip bowl as a post-it note station on the surface of my sideboard table. those things are pulling double duty! they're useful but I've made them look cute, you know?

if you can keep plants alive: get plants. they're so great. they make your place look alive... and it's nice taking care of something :') if you need unkillable stuff, go with a snake plant and pothos plants. they have never failed me.

I've always had a really strong sense of surrounding myself with stuff I like. I can do that tastefully (the print of a cute painting of penguins in my entryway) or I can do it distastefully (the fuckin'... sid shrine of penguins goods above my work desk lol, which is truly the spiritual successor of the wall of my childhood bedroom that I filled with newspaper articles on twilight and pictures of the characters printed off of the family computer ahahaha), but...

I think people appreciate authenticity. whatever art or knick knacks or objects you possess (and enjoy), if you curate your space so it just... is comprised basically only of those things, people notice and they like it. even if it isn't to their taste, they can see you in that space, and they often find it cool.

tl;dr find a way to put your personality onto your walls and you'll do just fine!

#sorry if this was unhelpful; it's the first time I've been asked for my take on interior design explicity! very cool

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ideks-on-mars · 2 years

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I said I was close to posting spicy ReonSemiShira hcs and here I am

Am I disappointed in myself? Yeah. Is that gonna stop me? Pft, no.

Forgive me for I have sinned 🙇🙇🙇

ANYWAYS SPICY REONSEMISHIRA HCS LETS GO!

SPICY STUFF UNDER THE CUT!!!

(Aftercare hcs are included!)

- Good Lord cleanse me because the ideas these fucks give me 💆‍♀️

- So Reon and Semi were already pretty ✨️active✨️ before Shirabu joined

- They switch for sure. Semi's more bold and dominant and Reon's more laid back and loves Semi's passion but they definitely switch. Pretty regularly at that.

- They're both hung, idc what anyone says 🙄 they both just give off big ding dong energy

- Now when Shirabu first joined he wasn't comfortable quite yet (Trans things) and ofc Reon and Semi respected their sweet Shira and kept it in their pants unless it was just the two of them

- Shirabu had no problem with them having their intimate times without him. He wasn't ready but that doesn't mean that he wants to deprive his boyfriends 😪

- Now as Shirabu gets more comfortable the more it develops. More sex jokes, make out sessions are more intense, you can't tell me Semi doesn't constantly slap his boyfriends' asses so that happens too 💀

- They definitely start off easy when it comes to Shirabu. Just something intimate, slow, romantic. Like handjobs while they make out, rubbing Shirabu out. Nothing too crazy.

- As they grow closer in that field they move on to oral and lemme just take a quick stop here for a minute cuz I'm already embarrassing myself, why not go all the way

- Semi and Reon could eat Shirabu out for HOURS. They both will sit between Shirabu's legs, bickering over whose turn it is as Shirabu sits there flustered.

- Semi's so rough and intense while Reon is so sweet and sensual, it drives Shirabu crazy.

- Shirabu (he won't admit it) loves giving head. Probs just as much as he likes receiving it. Man's a cockslut, he just is.

- It's either they come down his throat or he won't let them come at all tbh

- Yeah, he's even petty during sex 😭

- Now when it comes to penetrative stuff they take this VERY VERY slow. Def only stick to fingering for a pretty drawn out time

- Now when the STUFF STUFF comes along

- This is were it gets intense

- As SOON as they get comfortable enough with it they fuck this dude stupid

- A whole lot of dp, I don't make the rules ✋️😭

- They just love to make sure he's completely stuffed, even making sure that their fingers are in his mouth for him to suck on <3

- Semi has a dirty mouth and never stops talking so you can imagine how that goes.

- Semi will degrade him while Reon praises him. Dw tho, Semi makes sure to throw in little praise like telling him how pretty he looks <3

- 👏SO👏MANY👏LOVE👏BITES👏

- Semi's a whole freak I swear. He is not pleased until both of his boyfriends are littered in love bites. And ofc he loves to have some too.

- Semi also loves having scratches on his back. Tendō will tease him but he doesn't care, he's getting more action than him anyway 😪

- Hand prints are left on Shirabu and Reon's asses for sure. Reon doesn't really slap, and if he does he doesn't do it THAT hard. Well it's a different story for Semi. He's the pinch server for a reason.

- Shirabu wants to be held while he gets fucked. Just the closeness alone drives him up the wall.

- MORNING SEX I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!

- Soft kisses and husky voices. Whispers in where they declare their love for one another between their moans. They just love it so much 😭

- Semi thinks his boyfriends are prettiest when they cry 😪

- Overstimulation>>>>>

- COCKWARMING TOO!!!

- There's nothing Reon loves more then having Semi pound the living hell out of him while Shirabu sits on his face. He doesn't mean to be selfish but the extra attention is so good.

- Reon has a HARD breeding kink and tbh Semi and Shirabu aren't too far behind him. They don't know why they like it so much, they just do ¯＼_(ツ)_/¯

- He hasn't mentioned this to either of his boyfriends but the idea of carving his name out into his boyfriends thighs excites Semi to no end. He's just so possessive and he can't help it. They would look so pretty with his name on them :(

- MOVING ON TO AFTERCARE HCS!

- Aftercare is a big thing for them, especially since Semi's a bit of an asshole. He has a mouth on him, that's for sure.

- So Semi's quick to make sure that there are no hurt feelings

- Again, Semi and Reon together can be intense as all hell, so kissing away the tears from being so overwhelmed is a regular

- Most of the time, after they finish they sit there for a minute. Catching their breath and sharing small kisses.

- Once they finally get up and decide to clean up all three of them crowd in the shower and just lean on each other for a good 10 minutes before actually beginning to clean themselves.

- Shirabu washes Semi and Reon's hair for them 🤧

- Sometimes they'll start a bath and soak for a bit but they'd rather just get to bed as soon as possibly so they can nap 😴 (this emoji is so cute I swear)

- They usually just throw on some clothes that are comfy or just kick it in their underwear. Either works for them really.

- They talk (more like mumble) to each other all the way until they fall asleep. They just love to soak up all the intimacy they can <3

#haikyuu!!#shiratorizawa #stzw #semi eita #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu kenjirō #oohira reon #ōhira reon #reonsemi #reonshira #semishira #reonsemishira

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earphone-jacks · 1 year

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Rise of the TMNT Fashion Headcanons

I’ve been working on my own human designs and I know they’re gonna be my new little blorbos that I just like to draw in a bunch of outfits. So anyway,

Raph’s style would be the simplest. Lots of earthy tones, activewear, jackets and baggy pants that add to his silhouette, mostly comfort over style, with a little 60s/70s touch. Kind of like a dad, basically. I can also see him wearing cute little animal prints, maybe the occasional skull since I also headcanon he tends to hyperfixate on pirates and I’ll take any excuse to draw skulls. He looks both very huggable and intimidating.

Leo’s more trendy and flashy. He’d wear those flame sunglasses, leather jackets, classic rock band T-shirts, some jewellry, lightning bolt and star prints or just space-themed stuff in general. I also think he’d be the most likely to get piercings and wear make-up (RED WINGED EYELINER 👏👏👏 ). I simply feel like people don’t acknowledge his love of glam rock enough.

Donnie dresses like my goth lab tech student sister, so like he has the keys to the magic school bus. He has a more 80s/90s kinda style, tends to cover most of his body and wears those fun patterned button-up shirts that we’ve decided every scientist should wear, his shirt tucked into his pants, an unnecessary amount of belts and straps, some neon or maybe holographic stuff, cybergoth goggles, and Docs just to be millimetres taller than Leo out of spite. He puts his back brace on and makes it ✨fashion✨

Mikey’s very artsy and kidcore, so anything bright and colourful, shirts with cartoon character prints on them, some DIY stuff like jackets or overalls covered patches and embroidery, shoes covered in doodles, and some baggy clothes that his brothers would also wear since he’d have all the hand-me-downs.

Also Mikey made them all friendship bracelets in their favourite colours.

#I just wear sweats all the time please don't bully me #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt #rise raphael #rise leonardo #rise donatello #rise michelangelo #headcanons

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politelymenacing · 11 months

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Finished my Series 3 rewatch in time for tonight's ep. Here are my rewarch thoughts that noone asked for.

Series 1 rewatch | Series 2 rewatch

Ted's description of rugby, mighty interesting. Never beating those bi allegations, my friend.

Jan Maas is Certified Statistics Guy (like in La Locker Room Aux Folles)

Oh interesting! Roy's choice of 4-4-2 explained is completely opposite to total football.

I am almost certain you cannot drive your car over that bridge towards the London Stadium, Nate.

I still can't get over Dani's face when he finds out someone writes Paddington's tweets for him.

"Ain't much more scary out there than a creepy clown, right?" Cut to Rupert. 👏

Colin doing down a manhole? Asdfghjkl

We know what Field of Dreams is the UK, man. 🤦🏼‍♀️

Ms Kakes looks like she is dressed as Princess Leia...?? Does this mean she will be part of Rupert's downfall??

OK, but what if the whole thing of Trent writing a book isn't news to Ted and he is just winding Trent up by pretending to think about it. Like they are actually friends now or Trent already texted him about asking Rebecca and this thing is an act.

Can we get an episode of Single Guys Club à la Beard After Hours?

Completely contradicting what I said above, but Ted reading a football book right after he finds out Trent is going to be hanging around... this is the guy who asked him if he could explain the offside rule and asked if he was a fucking joke.

The time on Keeley's phone is 11:09, but they just had wishing time which is 11:11! Continuity!!

Fuck off, Trent Crimm. 😂😂😂

Dani still smiles are Trent when the team are ignoring him. He is a precious pure soul and should be protected at all costs.

People bought Roy white orchids! In Series 2, he questioned how Jamie Carragher knew he like white orchids when he joined Sky Sports. Great little call back.

Again, Keeley's phone says that it's 14:00, but the TV says it's 13:32 straight after. Come on, guys!

Also they say that this game is the start of the season and later Rebecca congratulates Rupert on West Ham winning yesterday.

There's just no way that Roy doesn't know what Hallmark Christmas films are. They're on everywhere here (in July as well as December!) and he's definitely watched at least one with the yoga ladies.

Underrated joke:

Trent's little shake of the head when the rest of the Diamond Dogs agree Julie Andrews is worth fancying... 😂

What's that? Me getting emotional over Trent's reaction to being included and validated by Ted, Beard, and Roy?

The Norm Macdonald name check was a nice nod, but I promise you, the average person in the UK would have no idea who he was.

How did I not notice that when Zava shakes hands with Keeley he kisses his own hand?

What is the choice behind this reaction, Jason??

WILL

Ted popping out from behind Zava is still hilarious.

Gahhhhhh they fucked up the graphics of the table. After the Brentford match it should be played 7 and the points should be 19. (Maybe they have fixed this on Apple since?)

How pissed off is Isaac going to be when he finds out he has already met Colin's bf?

Rebecca's red dress. Oh boy.

Jamie's bit with the make-up artist for the Bantr advert is so cute.

MAY A YOUNG ROBERT RETFORD PORTRAY YOU IN A FILM SOMEDAY.

Oh Nate making a stupid joke that Ted would love and Rupert not getting it (or specifically pretending not to) 😭😭😭

What season is this supposed to be?? The timestamp on the CCTV of Nate said it was 2021 so that would have been the 20/21 season making this the 21/22 season, but Ted's text messages are dated throughout 2022. The latest being to Henry on 28th October 2022.

Beat them. LOL

Nice call back to series 1 of Nate spitting out the martini.

More quotes that make me nervous:

Stop letting the British characters say 'elevator' i beg of you.

I find it so unbearably uncomfortable that boat guy kisses Rebecca's foot. She should have kicked him in the face.

Isaac leopard print socks!

I can't believe they are tumbledrying Rebecca's fancy clothes.

Oh shit. The basketball game Ted remembers watching with his dad was June 1991. That's only 3 months before his dad killed himself. 😩

They were mad for this triangle hallucination business. Honestly.

When Jamie and Roy arrive back at the coach, the subtitles have Jamie saying "You lovely people", but it sounds so much like "you lucky people" and with the voice he does makes me question if it's a nod to a bicycle riding character in Spaced who says the same thing. Phil Dunster posted a video of the "inspiration" behind the bike scenes which was a clip with Simon Pegg who co-wrote the show, so maybe? VERY obscure if it is!

Still angry about Jack defacing the first edition of Sense and Sensibility.

Please learn how to say croissant.

Papa Obisanya looks like he gives such good hugs.

I love how subtly Will sticks his finger up at Jamie.

Another classic Will reaction:

The Good Dads Club:

I fucking love that Colin wore a hi-vis jacket to help clear up Sam's restaurant. Truly committing to the chameleon bit.

I will NEVER be over this:

Thought I would be ok watching this by now, but Billy's face just kills me.

Henry being so excited to see Nate 💔

BEARD AND HENRY 😭😭😭😭

I love Keeley and Rebecca's little head movements when Ted is singing his little heart-bent song. There are so many little moments where characters are in sync with each other's movement this series. Someone should make a gifset.

Ha! I missed this line last time. Drag him, Jade.

Still think Rebecca and Marcus would be cute together.

How can this show end without Sam playing for Nigeria??? IT'S SO FUCKING SAD.

God, Hannah looks so beautiful in blue.

So. Fucking. Fond. Look at his face when Ted is pretending that he didn't realised "The Devil" was Rupert...

Elodie is such a fab little actor. Her face when she works out what the name on Roy's shirt spells is fantastic.

HOW CAN ANYONE CALL SAM UGLY. HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, PLEASE.

Sam Richardson is so great. I wish I didn't have to hate Akufo so much.

Another episode, another great reaction shot from everyone with MVP Will.

The bit before little Rebecca appears...was anyone else worried that he catching her breath was gonna be some cliché feeling faint because she was pregnant? Still a bit concerned tbh.

asdfghjkl Akufo is wearing a purple suit. Like Willy Wonka!

Oof. The Nathan stuff isn't any easier for me the second time round.

Concerned.

And these have been my thoughts.

#ted lasso reawatch #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #i think it is very obvious who my faves are from this #disproportionate amount of Will reactions #oh well.

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