#carrying a large dog around vibes

[ozzgin]

Santa baby are you really there?!

*hears a voice in my backyard*

FUCK SKIN WALKER

- you make Yan skinwalker i’ll do anything to get a skin walker to love me … yes I am 100% mentally stable

I'm not sure if you had something horror-esque in mind, because my immediate idea was Reader accidentally getting cursed and continuing her life completely unaware with a ""dog"" everyone is freaked out by, but she finds it cute. So more like dark comedy vibes. You be the judge. :D

Disclaimer: I have changed the name to Shapeshifter as to not delve into potentially offensive takes on native folklore. Thank you for informing my European ass.

Yandere!Monster x Reader [Shapeshifter]

On your last hiking trip, you've stumbled upon a helpless, lost dog. Or rather, it stalked you down to your cabin and spent the night in front of your window. You didn't have the heart to abandon the poor soul and so you brought it home with you. Strange things have been happening ever since and no one knows how to tell you that the monstrous coyote-like creature might be to blame. You're oblivious to everything.

Content: female reader, dark comedy, monster romance, reader is cursed and proud

It wasn't your intention to return home with a new pet. Some might say it was written in the stars, this fateful encounter of yours. You had finished packing your supplies for a day-long hike, vehemently refusing to join your group of friends that would be guided around by a native. They’d warned you many areas of the mountainous forest were supposedly cursed or haunted, so you just scribbled the limits on your makeshift map and promised to stay on the main trails. After all, this was your chance to commune with nature. As the sun begun to set, you wondered if going by yourself was indeed a smart idea, given your lack of spatial awareness and difficulty to navigate maps. You flipped the piece of paper several times, deep in contemplation. Could it be that you’ve reached the forbidden lands? You quickly surveyed the area: based on the stuffed rag dolls hanging from old branches, and the animal skulls arranged in patterns among patches of burnt grass, it was very much a possibility. Perhaps the improvised slab that said “Stay away” in dripping crimson letters should’ve been enough of a warning, but you assumed they’d just been creative with trail markers.

You didn’t have the time to panic. Just as you were furrowing your eyebrows in a final attempt to decipher the map (at the time upside-down), your ears picked up a faint shuffle of leaves. Further away stood a dog, its glossy eyes fixated on your form. A lost puppy? It seemed to be on the larger side, but then again some breeds grow rather fast. You lowered yourself and patted your knees, whispering diminutives in an effort to call the animal over. It remained in place, staring quietly. Alright, then. You focused on finding your way back instead. Every now and then you'd turn back and see the dog, motionlessly eyeing you at a constant distance. Oh, dear. Was it lost? Frightening affair.

Back at the cabin you told the others about your discovery, with a hint of worry in your voice. You hoped the little pup had found proper shelter. You'd expected a similar reaction coming from your friends, but one of them suggested: "What if it was some shapeshifting monster? There's many legends and stories from the area." Everyone laughed and you joined hesitantly, mildly annoyed by the lack of empathy. That night you barely slept, twisting and turning under the heavy feeling of being watched. You woke up tired and nervous, dragging your feet towards the window for some fresh air. That's when you saw the same forest creature, fully awake and tall in its glory, positioned before your room. This was no coincidence. You had been plagued by the guilt of abandoning a vulnerable quadruped and you weren't about to continue as a passive observer. You strode out without a word and lifted the large dog with a huff, carrying it back in to figure out the transport logistics.

Thus started the unexpected companionship. To you, it's a lovely tale of two lost souls finding one another. Most people seem to disagree. Can you blame them? The rescued puppy you often speak of is, in the eyes of everyone else, a monstrous beast by all definitions. It resembles a coyote more than a dog, but even this description is too gentle. The fur is always raised threateningly and the protruding clusters of fangs remind one of the anatomical anomalies displayed in museums. The eyes, oh, the worst of all perhaps, bottomless depths that pull you in until you run out of air. The creature stares with the all-knowing gaze of a human. "Don't be rude", you snap at whoever dares to point these details out. "It must be a mixed breed or something."

Their persistence is truly ridiculous. You've even had guests run out in panic, claiming the dog stood on its back legs and whispered in a language unknown. Or that its shadow would morph into a grotesque man with claws and crooked antlers. Or that they've found it hunched over your sleeping form, its spine twisted outwards with jagged peaks breaking through the wild fur. Rubbish, all of it.

Strange things have been happening, no doubt, but your adopted fur-child has no blame to carry. You've been trying to distract yourself, going on dates and occasionally bringing potential suitors over. They all vanish overnight, nonchalantly leaving an empty, ruffled bed for you to wake up to. "Am I just unlucky?" You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse fur of your dog. It lowers itself under your touch, visibly enjoying the affection. For a split second, it glances out the window. By the time you come out of your depressed slump, the birds should've finished feeding on the remains. He made sure to tear and grind everything fine enough to not leave any marks behind.

That's how curses work, after all. He didn't expect, however, that you'd be utterly unaware of it. He has to give you the credit, not many people become stalked by an ancient curse and continue their life in blissful ignorance. Even more, for them to just casually pick up the haunting entity and bring it inside their home willingly...You're, uh, certainly a special one. Hence the change of plans. He was supposed to torment you into an early grave, but he's grown rather attached to your bizarre antics. And you do provide some damn good chin scratches. He's therefore satisfied with causing anguish and destruction to anything and anyone in your immediate vicinity instead. Since you've been complaining about the resulting isolation...

You wake up with a gasp, wiping your drenched forehead and checking the sheets. The dog is curled next to you, although its head is now tilted in your direction. "O-oh. It might be the loneliness talking...but I had the strangest dream." How troubling and embarrassing. Your beloved pet had turned into a deformed, monstrous man instead, pinning you down and hungrily grazing your skin with his sharp teeth. Your fearful protests eventually turned into shameless moans, your frail body at the mercy of the mysterious beast. It unfolded so vividly that your core feels sore. You stretch a sheepish hand towards your pet and abruptly stop halfway, noticing the marks diffused into your wrist, like violet smudges of watercolor. What the hell did you do last night?

The dog buries its head under the sheets and nuzzles its snout into your soft flesh. Heh. How many more disappearing guests will be needed for you to figure out your situation? He does find your obliviousness terribly amusing, as well as your willingness to clutch onto him despite his unsightly appearance. He was feeling particularly cheeky and thought of giving you a little scare, only to be once again taken aback by your neediness. He has to wonder who exactly is trapped in this situation, because your reactions to everything he does are frighteningly tempting. Maybe tonight he'll finally let you know, just as you're about to come undone beneath his heaving body. Something like, hmmm. "By the way, love, this isn't a dream." He could even add a little "woof" to tease you more.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #horror #monster x reader #monster romance #yandere oc #monster smut #monster boyfriend #terato #teratophillia #monster fucker

[joonggphilia]

Could I request hard thoughts of any group of your choosing with any theme? Like it's all up to you

Ateez Hard Thoughts

Ot8 Favorite/Main kinks ———————————————————————

Seonghwa has a major mommy kink. He needs you to call him mommy in bed or he might just lose it. He likes to baby you during sex, treating you like a sweet thing to take care of. He is gentle and loving, to the point where it’s suffocating. Along with you calling him mommy, he wants you to suck his middies <3

Hongjoong is definitely the type to have a sound kink. Auralism is super important to him. He loves the sound of your whimpers and cries. His favorite thing is when you chant his name, begging for him to move faster, sending him over the edge. He also loves the sound of sex. He likes the sound of your tight hole squeezing his throbbing cock and the skin to skin contact reverberating throughout the room. If you’re not loud enough he’ll make sure you change that. Comments like “Baby, what did we talk about? We can be louder.” And “I can’t hear you, let’s speak up, yeah?”

Yunho has a size kink for sure. He’s so big compared to everyone, how could he not. He’ll have his hands next to each side of your head, his large form looming over you as he fucks into your heat. He’ll press onto your stomach, his hand feeling for his large cock inside of you. He likes to have you under him, feeding his pride.

Yeosang has a praise kink and bondage kink. He loves telling you how pretty you are and how good you make him feel. “My pretty boy, I feel so good right now. You do this to me, you make me feel like this.” He’ll coo in your ear and kiss your face. If he’s feeling freaky, he’ll tie you up. Specifically, shibari. He likes when you look all pretty for him, intricate patterns emphasizing all your pretty features.

San is a huge fan of mirror sex. Biggest enthusiast of it ever. He has multiple full sized mirrors in his closet, picking which one is best for the vibe. He’ll put you into positions so you can see his thick cock please your pretty hole. He also wants you to see the beautiful faces you make that drive him crazy. He likes to jerk you off in the mirror as well, teasing you with the sinful view of his strong hands around your dick.

Mingi is roleplay and degradation all the way. He likes getting in character to fuck you, making everything more exciting. He’ll have you as his husband, dog, fwb, coworker, anything as long as you’re comfortable! He loves the thought of you being his and his alone. He wants you as his man whore. He’ll call you any term that comes to mind in bed, especially his whore or slut <3

Wooyoung likes having sex in risky places, semi-public. He’ll fuck you in the recording studio, practice room, public restroom, and even a friend’s house. The thrill is so arousing to him, maybe if someone caught you guys it would make him feel even better. To get you to agree to having sex it takes a bit of corruption. He likes corrupting you, tainting the innocence that was once yours.

Jongho is the type of guy with a muscle and marking kink. He is so much stronger than you, so built. He can move you into any position he’d like in the blink of an eye. When he fucks you, he is absolutely covering you with marks. His grip on your hips is quite literally bruising, leaving behind big blue and purple spots. He’ll also give you big hickeys, ones you can’t hide, just so everyone knows you’re his. Sometimes he’ll get so carried away he’ll draw blood, but you don’t mind. After sex you’ve got prominent marks on your neck, chest, thighs, and hips. Jongho doesn’t miss a spot. You’re all his.

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#aces-asks #hard thoughts #ateez hard thoughts #ateez x male reader #bottom male reader #seonghwa x male reader #hongjoong x male reader #yunho x male reader #yeosang x male reader #san x male reader #mingi x male reader #wooyoung x male reader #jongho x male reader #kpop x male reader

[l44serbeam]

Have you ever considered Mechanic!abby 🫣 like peeking up readers skirt from under that lil roller thing covered in grease😩 girls deserve to be pounded on the hood of a truck as a treat

OOOUUUUUUUU🙈🙈🙈😝😝🫦🫦 i like how ur mind thinks

i kinda got carried away and ended up with this detailed creation LOL i’ve been wanting to write abt abby for a while and took advantage of this request

— OIL CHANGE ★ 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: y/n is quite the raunchy gyal, y/n also has like a sorta y2k hot pink fem vibe, lowk perv abby, mentions of drinking, pet names, smut, heavy petting, oral (r!receiving), making out, the knee thing (ikik it has a clutch on my im j rlly gay)

yall read the requestttt😝😝

not proofread

“Lev!”

Silence.

“Leeeeeevvvv!!”

Silence.

“LEV!!”

“Um. I don’t think Lev is here.” A voice chipped from the front desk.

Abby tumbled through the door from the backroom of the auto-shop behind the counter, her face pink from what could’ve been heat or embarrassment and her eyes wide.

“Uh- Im so sorry I thought he was still around. I mean, he was like five seconds ago.” Abby laughed, her hand scratching the back of her neck. Y/n laughed, leaning her elbows on the counter.

“What you doing here y/n?” Abby asked, surprised by the sudden appearance. Abby had known y/n from around. She was a friend of many of Abbys friends and the two had partied together a few times, but had never actually gotten to know each other privately.

Pretty much all Abby knew about in regards to y/n was that she was incredibly attracted to her. The very first time they’d met, their friend having brought them both along to a party at a club a few months ago, Abby had interacted with the girl and immediately wanted her. Her hot pink dress that hugged her figure tightly and lips that glimmered with gloss that night called to her. Her cheeky and brazen personality read brat all over it with tons of pink glitter dumped on it and Abby wanted a taste of it.

Now was the first time Abbyd seen her in a casual situation and she couldn’t help but swallow harshly at the sight that her style didnt water down even slightly on a daily basis.

Her tightly cropped pink long sleeve, the hem of the sleeves decorated with a lighter pink fur, and tiny denim skirt that showed the entirety of her legs had Abby eyeing her up and down the second she caught a glimpse of her full figure.

“Needed to get the oil of my car changed and i remembered that youre like the car genius.” Y/n said, batting her eyelashes prettily at the muscular girl.

Oh she shouldnt be real. Abby thought to herself.

“You’ve come to the right place pretty. Pull the car round back.” She instructed, throwing a hand towel over her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am.” Y/n said coyly, walking backwards for a second to flash a slick smile, then turn around and walk out, Abbys eyes pasted on the back of her legs the seconds she turned. Her eyes lingered, like if she stared hard enough the skirt would lift even the slightest of an inch and show the bottom of the supple skin of her ass.

When Abby caught herself staring, she shook her harshly. You’re worse than a man. She reprimanded herself.

Walking out to the back, Abby set up her tools as she watched y/n pull into the marked spot on the concrete, her black ford fiesta decorated with stickers in the bumper and there was a thin pink line that was painted onto the sides. Abby couldn’t help but giggle at the large pink dices hanging from the interior rearview mirror.

Abby loved y/ns femininity and the way she wore it with no remorse or hesitation. She wore it for no one but herself. The men that dogged after her faced brutal rejection because she didn’t dress like that to appeal to them. No, she didn’t even like men like that. She did it because thats who she is.

And oooohhh the way that made Abby feel.

As y/n hopped out of her car, throwin her keys and purse into the passengers seat and shutting the door.

“Mk you can sit over there this wont take long.” Abby said, pointing to the row of chairs against the wall next to the car.

“Ou how luxurious.” Y/n sneered. Walking towards them.

Abby snorted and began getting to work, placing a tire lifter under one of the tires and securing it in the air.

Y/ns eyes lingered on Abbys arm as she pumped the car up, her braid falling over her shoulder and to hang next to her face. Her white tank was already painted with grease from her past jobs. In all honesty, y/n was at the car shop for more than just an oil change.

Saturday from last week was why she was really there. A party at a gay club that their mutual friend invited them both to and after an hour there led to Abby and y/n having quite the tantalizing conversation. A few shots of tequila in, Abby ended up sat on a bar stool, y/n standing between her legs slightly too close to me merely friendly. They’d interchanged slight backstories like where they worked, how they met their mutual friends, and the recents of their love life. That was the main reason that y/n was here.

Nah im not seeing anyone. Not looking for nothing serious really just like wanna fuck around with pretty girls. Abby said, close to y/ns face as to hear each other over the music.

If you’re fucking around with pretty girls than how come we haven’t. She responded, turning her head to talk into Abbys ear with a sly smile.

What do you think im trying to do right now dummy?

But that night ended up with y/n running out the club with her friend who was drunk beyond comprehension, rushing to get an uber to take the two of them to her house.

Y/n loved her friends and would never be mad at having to take care of them in a given situation, but damn it if she said she wasn’t cursing her friend shed be lying for losing the developing flow between her and Abby.

So when her friend had suggested to y/n she should get her oil changed, she caught the opportunity shes been looking for to get ahold of Abby, considering they never got the chance to interchange numbers before y/n had to leave.

Y/n was distracted from her phone when she heard Abby say something from under the car, her back laid on a wooden rolling plank to slide in and out from under.

“Sorry what?” Y/n asked, standing up and walking to the side Abby was.

“When was the last time you got it changed?” She repeated, Sliding out from under and sitting up, to wipe her hands.

“Hmmm like a year and a half maybe?” Y/n shrugged.

“Should’ve called me up sooner.” Abby said, looking up at the girl from her seat.

“I would’ve if i had a way to do so.” She responded, crossing her hands in front of her chest and leaning back against the pillar next to the parking stop.

“You have to light three candles and say my name into a mirror.” She quipped, making y/n laugh.

Suddenly, y/ns phone rang urgently and she looked down at the contact.

“One sec.” She said before answering, pushing herself off the pillar and turning around.

Abby laid back down on the plank, ready to go back under the car but before she did shoe caught a glimpse of lilac between y/ns thighs. From this angle, Abby had a clear view of y/n’s ass, the soft supple skin that peaked down. Abby couldn’t help but lick her lips, rather excited by the view.

Abruptly, y/n turned back around which sent Abby to frantically whip her head and search around her for some tool she didn’t even know she was looking for.

Little known to her, Y/n had caught it, realizing exactly what Abby saw.

I knew wearing good panties would pay off.

Y/n hung up the phone and walked towards Abby. “Sorry it was a friend of mine. Lost her cat and shes freaking.”

“Don’t worry. This shouldn’t take that much longer.” Abby said, going back under the car on the plank and continuing her work.

Y/n stood watching Abby work, her knees bent out from under the car, being lifted enough for y/n to see glimpses of Abbys arms and face. God she wanted her.

Walking up to the car, she leaned against it next to where Abby laid. “So what have you been up to? Been fucking around with some pretty girls lately?” She snorted.

Abby chuckled from underneath. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She responded, her sultry voice muffled.

“Im just so curious Ab.” Y/n giggled, extending the o in so.

Abby rolled back out from under the car and laid eyes on the girl standing against the car, her arms crossed in-front of her chest and her legs crossed over each other. She had a mischievous glimpse in her eye, one that Abby wasn’t sure how to dissect considering it was always present in her eyes.

Y/n brought her leg forward and lightly kicked Abbys leg with her platform.

As she extended her leg, from beneath Abby could clearly see her clothes mound, her eyes frantically running around trying to avoid looking so obvious. When her eyes fell onto y/n’s own, she saw the bashful smirk on her lips and the tilt of her head.

She knows exactly what shes doing.

Abby stood up, quickly towering over the girl in pink. Out of instinct, y/n pressed her back against the car as Abby got closer.

“Is this what you came down here for?” Abby sneered, darkness growing within her eyes. Y/n looked up at the muscular girl with round eyes, her bottom lip catching in between her teeth.

“What is it baby? You want me to fuck you, is that it?” She said, confidence bubbling in her chest as y/n’s hand pressed onto her chest and looked up at her.

“You’ve kept me waiting Abs.” Y/n groaned.

“Me?” Abby chuckled, her hands coming up to the girls waist. “You’re the one that left running the other night.”

Before y/n could even think of replying, Abbys lips pounced on hers, the kiss immediately heated and desperate.

Their bodies pushed and pulled against one another’s, hands clawing at each other and the noises coming from their mouths obscene.

Abbys lips jumped from y/n’s own and onto her neck, biting and sucking at the space below her ear. Y/n breathed heavily, faint whines leaving her lips at the feeling of Abbys knee pressing against her clit, the heat of the denim and cotton in between their bodies sending bolts through y/ns spine.

Abbys hand wandered below y/ns top, her hand kneading and palming her breasts, the combination of stimulation making y/n automatically rock her hips lightly against Abbys thigh, searching for any kind of release.

Abbys tongue shot into y/n’s mouth to drown the growing moans tumbling from her lips.

“Keep quiet for me pretty girl.” Abby instructed before collapsing to her knees before the pink clothes girl.

“Fuck.” Y/n hissed under her breath at the sight of the larger girl sitting on her knees and looking up at her, her fingers hooking onto the lilac panties blocking her way.

“This ok?” Abby asked, her thumbs caressing the soft skin on y/n’s hips. She desperately nodded im response, Abby shaking her head.

“No baby, words.” She instructed.

“Yes Abby- please.” y/n babbled, her hands coming to push strands of hair that had falles out of Abbys braid behind her ear.

With a shit eating grin, Abby pulled down y/ns panties, wetness pooling on the material that made Abby groan.

Diving beneath the skirt, she didn’t wait for a second to lick a long, painfully slow stride along her, separating y/ns and ending with a flick on her clit.

One of y/ns hands flew to the back of Abbys head, the other cupping over her mouth to stifle the moans that fell from her lips.

Abby went to town on y/ns burning pussy, sucking and flicking in places that made y/ns body twitch and whine.

Her tongue caught itself in y/ns clenched hole, teasing it repeatedly as she felt y/n pulsate around nothing, pleadingly trying to grip onto anything given.

“Oh fuck Abby.” Y/n mewled, making Abby groan into her, the vibrations on her clit making her to fold forward slightly.

Abbys hand came to the back of y/n’s thigh, lifting it up and placing the back of her knee on her shoulder, the newfound angle almost making y/n scream as Abby went down on her.

“Shit Abby- Im close.” Y/n moaned, her grip on the girls hair tight and burning, making Abby more and more feral by the second as Y/n’s hips rocked against her face.

“Cum for me baby.” Abby mumbled into y/n’s mound, the very vibrations of her words sending y/n over the edge.

Y/n’s legs shook, her thighs coming to squeeze around Abbys head, her mouth falling open and her eyes squeezing shut. The rope within y/n’s stomach snapped and Abby didn’t falter her lapping on her pussy, breathing in and licking up all of y/w wetness as it dripped down her chin.

When y/n’s moans of pleasure started becoming whines of overstimulation, Abby separated, pulling up y/n panties that rested at her ankles.

When she stood back up, y/n immediately gripped her by the back of the neck and slammed into her, tasting her own juices on her lips.

“You’re good at that.” y/n laughed lightly as the two barely separated.

“Why thank you.” Abby snickered back.

Y/ns phone rang, sitting on the top of the car. When she reached for it and saw the contact, she sighed, swiping to pick up the call.

“Yes?” Y/n said sourly into the phone, Abby smiling into her neck at her attitude as she pressed kisses into it. “Are you for real right now?” She groaned. “Ill be there in 30.”

Y/n hung up the phone and Abby rose her head again. “The change is done. I just gotta make sure everything screwed it well.” Abby said, her face not even closely suiting the words coming out if her mouth considering she had a big smile plastered onto her lips.

“Perfect. What do i owe you?” Y/n asked referring to the oil change.

“A date.” Abby said without hesitation.

Y/n laughed at the sureness and placed her hand on Abbys chest.

“Consider it paid.”

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ ꜱᴏꜰɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ #lgbtq #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson smut #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us smut #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson angst #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #lesbian smut

[steveharringtonat3am]

The Nursery

wc: 874

warnings: pregnant!reader, regular dad!eddie fluff!

“I can’t believe we’re having a girl…” You mumble to yourself, gently rubbing your bump. Eddie takes his eyes off the road for a second, grinning at you.

“I can! I may not know the first thing about girls but with you as her mom? She’ll be the most metal baby ever.” You laugh as he pulls into the apartment’s parking garage. He hops out quickly, rushing over to your side to help you down.

“Baby I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

“If you’re carrying my baby, you might as well be made of paper. And I’m not taking any chances.” He keeps a firm grip on you as you head upstairs, not letting you go for a second.

When you finally get inside, Eddie relaxes a bit. Unfortunately, this news means way more work.

“So now we get to decorate the nursery!” You grin, pulling him into the room you both has designated for the baby.

“Woah woah woah. I think you mean I am decorating the nursery. You are going to be sitting down and relaxing.”

You instantly pout in response, and he smiles.

“Come on Eddie! I can handle it!” You even pull out the puppy-dog eyes and with a sigh, he folds.

“Fine. You can help me paint. But no ladders.” He wags his finger at you, making you laugh.

“Okay! As long as I can pick the colour.”

“Oh of course you’re doing that! I don’t know the first thing about decorating a nursery.” He winks.

You end up choosing a soft green for the room, deciding of a fairy theme to appease the nerd in Eddie. He of course had jumped at the idea, excited to fill the room with baby-friendly trinkets to “complete the vibe.”

“Well don’t you just look adorable!” Eddie comments at your painting outfit, consisting of a pair of old overalls already covered in paint from past endeavors, and a sports bra.

“You’re one to talk!” You gesture to his shirtless form, completed with black ripped jeans and a flannel around his waist.

“Ah ah ah…my look hasn’t reached it’s final form!” He puts the paintbrush between his teeth, tying his hair back into a bun.

“Oh wow…is it possible for me to get more pregnant?” You pretend to fan yourself while he smirks.

“I hope so!” He pulls you close, kissing you deeply. You melt into it, letting yourself relax in his arms. Eddie’s hand runs from the small of your back up to the nape of your neck, gently squeezing in a quick massage.

“Okay okay let’s-let’s start painting?” You mumble against his lips and he hums in response.

“Fine…but we are continuing this later!” He playfully swats your ass, making you giggle. You grab the large roller but of course Eddie takes it away. He replaces it with the smaller roller, smiling softly.

“You have to be careful, princess. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He kisses your cheek before bending to kiss your bump.

“And I also don’t want you getting hurt, pumpkin! So be good for mommy.” He pats your bump and your heart swells with affection.

You had known Eddie would be an incredible father but throughout your pregnancy he had just proved you more and more right. He was kind and attentive and made this whole process so much easier. You just couldn’t wait to finally have your little girl in your arms.

Music fills the air and you turn to see Eddie fiddling with his speaker. He’s banging his head along as he grabs the roller, winking at you as he soaks it in paint. You smile at his antics, humming along to the music as you keep painting.

Hours later, you’ve eaten two sandwiches, peed four times, and only painted half the room. You know the second you admit you’re tired Eddie will insist you take a nap, leaving him to paint the rest of the nursery alone. So you decide to push past it.

“This colour looks so great babe!” He kisses your cheek quickly. You smile back, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“I’m glad you think so sweetie.” You can’t suppress your yawn any longer and he wraps his arms around you, kissing your shoulder.

“How about you go take a nap baby. I can finish up here.”

“No no I-I don’t wanna leave you here to do all this by yourself…” Your protests are futile, as you can barely keep your eyes open.

“I’ll be fine. Come on go lay down yeah?” He takes the brush, letting it fall into the tray of paint. You don’t argue as he guides you to the bedroom, pulling off your paint covered clothes before helping you lay down.

“You take a nice long nap okay baby? I’ll finish painting and make dinner.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling the blanket up to your chin. You fall asleep quickly once the door shuts behind him, and you only have one thought on your mind.

‘I really married well.’

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side B Round 1 Match 25

Propaganda:

Rei -

"Buddy Daddies is a story about buddies who are hitmen. (And later become daddies while doing a hit. It makes sense in context) One of those buddies is Kazuki Kurusu, but the other is Rei Suwa.

Rei's peculiarities include:

He's a content, lonely introvert.

He's shit at self-care, spending all night playing video games and forgetting to clean up and such.

He sleeps in the bathtub.

He's not good at expressing emotion.

He doesn't like tomatoes, mushrooms, or spicy foods. Kazuki considers him a picky eater.

Lots of little stuff that makes Kazuki call him immature.

And most importantly, to me, is his general vibe with Miri. After getting used to the disruptions to his routine that come with adopting a kindergartener, he's happy to have Miri around. But, unlike Kazuki, he struggles to express his affection. He doesn't understand how, or what a kid like Miri needs/wants. But even though he's bad at it, he tries.

I'm pretty sure most of this is supposed to be either comical immaturity or the emotional scars inflicted by his abusive hit-dad. But I won't let that stop me." (propaganda courtesy of @greatwyrmgold)

Gin -

"First of all, he's canonically autistic :). He appears to have a special interest in animals, feeling the most safe when wearing a mix of various different animal related clothes (A pair of bat wings, a monkey tail, a hooded cape with cat ears and large animal paw mittens). He carries around a comfort dog toy called Mew-Chan who is adorable, and he also has verbal tics where he both barks and meows.

This kid is twelve and in a death game btw- he is one of the few people that canonically survives in every route, at least up to the current point in the story. He's a ray of sunshine, the literal glue of the group who holds them all together. He's such a genuinely sweet kid and everyone loves him both in and out of canon so he's the best boy in my eyes.

(The line where he tells the protagonist about his diagnosis and why he wears an animal costume)

"I don't really get all the details, but… I have this sorta condition called autism, meow… If I don't wear this… I feel really embarrassed. I get nervous, woof… I know it's weird, meow…""

#tumblr polls #autistic anime boys poll #rei suwa #suwa rei #buddy daddies #yttd #your turn to die #gin ibushi #ibushi gin

[meteor752]

Double life except instead of just the sharing of pain and lives they also share a child together

Exactly what the title says

Like, one month after the gang was all dropped into Double Life, they all got a notif about seven new entities spawning in. When checking spawn, then gang finds six multicolored baskets all containing a child, an egg, and a letter. The letter is from The Watchers or smt, essentially saying “Sup, here’s some kids for y’all, lol take care”. Panic ensues

Also all the names are very arbitrary apart from one being chosen for a dumb pun

Liana no last name given

Professional Scammer and pathological liar, Liana is the fledgling that hatched from the egg belonging to Scar and Grian

She’s a manipulator at heart, a con artist through and through, tho she hides it behind sickeningly sweet words, large puppy eyes and bright colors

Has great relationships with both of her dads, even though their parenting styles are very different

Grian is a total helicopter parent, Liana was barely allowed to leave the base as a kid in fear of her getting hurt

Scar does not give a shit, she could be telling him that she’s off to summon a wither and he’d just ask her to be home for dinner

She inherited the “Looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you” vibe from Grian which she uses fully to her advantage

Scarlet Macaw hybrid, though her wings are too small for her to actually use them to fly, but they do help her glide

Dressed in strikingly bright colored suits just to throw people off, and smokes a pipe for pure aesthetic

Can’t build for shit, she’s a shame to the family

Dating Jassy

Wes Double-SV

Local stressed out mom friend, Wes is the baby from the yellow basket belonging to Impulse and BDubs

He’s an overachiever, always feeling a need to be perfect and do everything right

Suffers from a lot of OCD and anxiety

His relationship with his dads are a bit rocky, especially with BDubs

Both Impulse and BDubs are a bit like those Beauty Pageant moms, always feeling a need to prove that their child is the best. This is partly the reason for Wes’ disorders. Impulse can be a bit more chill than his hubby however

He does love his dads though

A thing that does add to his stress level however is the fact that all his friends are fucking maniacs and he’s the only voice of reason they have

Part imp like his father, his horns are his pride and joy

The tallest of the squad, usually carry the others if they get tired

Has a bit of the clock obsession, he’s got both a pocket watch and a rolex just because

Dating Jekiv

Gertrude Statz-Diggity Dawg

Chillest person to have ever walked this earth, Gertrude is the pup from the blue basket belonging to Ren and BigB

She’s a Redstoner, a damn good one at that too, and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty

Does not give af about anything, just here to vibe

Her relationship with Ren is very casual, they’re more like dude bros than father and daughter

BigB is the more parental of the two, he’s the one who baked her cookies when she felt sad and told her stories when she couldn’t sleep

Dog hybrid and part werewolf, once every month she becomes ‘Weretrude’ (That was the dumb pun)

A big gal, second tallest of the gang, standing at six five, and ripped af, wears tank tops to show off her muscles

Wears shades so much that the light actually hurts her eyes at this point

Still got a lot of dog instincts to deal with, so don’t go throwing any sticks around her because she will just up and chase them before anyone knows what’s actually going on

Dating Novo

Jonathan ‘Johnny’ Tek

The server’s dashing charmer boy, Johnny is the country boy that was found in the red basket belonging to Jimmy and Tango

A true boy of the farm, this lad gets up every day at five am to do his chores, whistling a country tune as he does so

He takes more after Tango in terms of looks, but Jimmy when it comes to personality. He has his father’s blazing temper though

He’s the apple of his parents eye, an absolute breeze to handle as a kid which helped a lot because they’re both disasters

Talks with a very, very, thick southern accent that no one knows where it comes from, since no one else on the server has it

He plays the banjo, because of course he does

Demon hybrid, tries to hide his more demonic features like the horns and tail as to not scare the animals

Secretly kind of a monster fucker

Aromantic, so not dating anyone

Jassy Smallishbeans

Anime ninja extraordinaire, Jassy is the girl that was found in the gray basket belonging to Etho and Joel

Tries her dang hardest to have a cool and intimidating presence like Etho, but she’s a bit too much of a goofball to be able to

The biggest fucking fan of puns, will go to serious lengths to tell a bad and witty joke

Idolizes Etho, he’s the coolest fucking person in her eyes and she wants to be just like him

He’s very protective and constantly worries about his daughter, even if he tries to act like he’s not

Joel is a bit of an awkward parent, he tries his best with her but he’s not cut out for parenting

Jassy is genuinely a very good fighter, stealthy enough to sneak past skulk sensors with no issue, and a master marksman. She just has a problem keeping a straight face sometimes

Has a few anime attributes, such as the unnatural white and ridiculously styled hair, a very strange way of eating*, and the swirly eyes whenever she gets knocked out

Lean mean speedy machine

Has to wear a mask covering her mouth to hide the goofy smile she gets constantly

Dating Liana

(*That thing Anime girls do when they take the smallest fucking bite out of something and then immediately like, orgasms or something it’s so weird, look it up if you don’t know what I’m talking about)

Jekiv Inthelittlewood

The Half dead sass master, Jekiv is the zombie child that was found in the green basket belonging to Cleo and Martyn

Is very monotone without really meaning to, but yeah this boy will roast the shit out of you

He was mostly raised by Cleo, since Martyn wasn’t too keen on having a child. He gets along great with his mom, but his relationship with his dad is pretty much non existent

Martyn tried to reforge it when Jekiv became a teenager, but the damage was already done and the daddy issues had settled in

Absolutely fucking adores frogs, they’re his buddies and his pockets are filled with them

Kind of hates his sorta Step-Brother Novo

He is a zombie hybrid, which means that he can’t sleep, his skin is rotting away, he limps when he walks, and he’s sensitive to sunlight

Wears a light pink cloak to cover up his skin. Is also always dressed in pastel to counter his kind of horrory and gory look

Dating Wes

Novo Major-Moon

Unhinged freakster of the server, Novo is the half elf in from purple basket belonging to Scott and Pearl

Superstitious as all hell, wears a four clover necklace around his neck, a rabbit foot around his ankle and had his pockets filled with acorns

He thinks his mom is really cool and awesome, and even if Scott had the majority of the custody this bitch still turned out insane

He’s got them crazy eyes, a slight twitch to his movement and absolutely zero filter for his mouth, spouting out every random thought he could think of

He’s absolutely tiny, standing at barely five feet, with zero muscle, which makes him the ultimate twink

His makeup look consists of heavy eyeliner and then a spray bottle to the face, giving him the running mascara look. He knows he’s unhinged and he commits to the aesthetic

His dad thinks he should calm down a little and such, but he does support his son in his weird makeup and his beliefs

Adores annoying his kinda Step-Brother Jekiv

Dating Gertrude

Was this an excuse for me to make a bunch of fankids? Yes. Am I ashamed? Not in the slightest, no

Also if ur wondering Wtf kinda names these are, I was just sitting with a document typing random shit in until I found something that fit. Sometimes I got something nice, like Gertrude, and sometimes I just got a random bunch of letters, like Jekiv

I made some cute ship names for the couples as well, so we’ve got Stress and Sass, Tol and Smol, and Pirate and Parrot. Y’all can probs figure out who’s who.

But yeah I had fun doing this, character creation is one of my favorite things and I’d say it’s one of my biggest strengths as well, which is actually kind of sad

Also when I started this it was just the end of session three, and like now two couples have died so rip Team Ranchers and The Box duo, you’ll forever live in my heart

Edit: These babies now have DESIGNS! Check ‘em out!

Edit 2: These babies now have some CHARACTER TRAITS! Also DEATH!

#double life smp #dlsmp #double life smp headcanons #kinda #fankids #dlsmp fankids #Grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #Scarian #bdoubleo100 #impulsev #homewrecking duo #Bpulse #renthedog #bigbst4tz2 #RenB #The Box duo #tango tek #jimmy solidarity #Team Rancher #joel smallishbeans #ethoslab #Smalletho #Box bros #zombiecleo #martyn inthelittlewood #Team Vultures #Clartyn #pearlescentmoon

[firespirited]

everywhere but here, I am the mom.

not the 'mom friend', not fun aunt or godmother, the big sister type you go to when you're at the end of your tether and you need a mom to clean up something nasty, kill a spider, unload on someone who can handle it and not make it about them, help you pull the trigger on a hard decision you've already taken but haven't accepted. I make things happen, I connect people, I do mediation and emotional prep; I tell people their full options and help them weigh it all up. You were pondering it for a while but you left here with a lawyer's appointment and a loan we both know is a 'pay it forward' gift. I carry the secrets and the bad memories so it makes sense you move on without me when all's well. The big sister thing means I feel like family and shelter but not really like an everyday friend

Here, I get to be Saffy, bit of a klutz, silly brained with a childlike wonder for creatures and well-designed things who can talk about fear of crowds, slowly healing the relationship with my own mum, I watch horror and post about my dog. That's who I want to be, a large facet of who I am internally buuut life rarely fits the idea we have of ourselves does it?

Part of repairing the imbalanced relationship with mum was letting her do some protective mothering so i can fill the desperate ache to have one person in the world who has my back, while making my support of her more streamlined and unspoken. You know the concept of the toilet paper fairy who makes loo roll appear and always knows when to buy more, that but for groceries, electronics and paperwork, and big decisions we carry together but it has to be very businesslike and unemotional: she's as much a big sweetheart as she is fiercely independent (and ashamed/angry her daughter had to carry half the load). So now she's the one who notices or who I go to when the world has asked me to be The Mom again.

I imagine it's a lot like gay penguins: there's an ecological vacuum of big sister-mom types and some of us just have the vibes.

This winter I've done a metric ton of non-judgmental, non-condescending temporary 'parenting' of women with parents who are gone or who can't handle it and friends who aren't friends-for-that-kinda-thing. I'm really good at it, at weathering a storm for someone and being an anchor. It doesn't hurt any more because mum can be an emotional mum to me.

but I'm never sure how to talk about it here between dolls and shitposts and if i'm not specific... I mean... "chronically ill/special needs person currently or previously in abusive relationship with parent/partner who takes a while to realize and accept abuse isn't just fists but sleep depravation and symptom minimization and all sorts of tiny things that add up to life-threatening injury to the body and mind" applies to many of us dollblr folks as it does like 80% of my social circle offline.

and there's no way of saying that being around some folks is like experiencing a slow motion train wreck without sounding like an asshole.

I am that asshole.

I am goatsed out and want to be a hermit.

Did I tell you guys my doctor vented for 45 minutes about having to put her "dumbass hysterical" sister (deaf and never put in school) into care and the paperwork involved in getting disability (the thing that took me 14 years and she got her sister's transferred in 3 weeks). and I truly empathize but that wasn't very professional and your sister is a person. please.

and I can't cut M out of my life now that her kid is, as predicted, like her (and the facebook-chosen not-yet-divorced deadbeat-dad of 3 special needs kids), an adorable barely verbal two-year-old. She won't be able to navigate special needs care alone but she's still staunchly anti-vax and had a diatribe of ableism mixed with mystical pseudoscience for me, interspersed with thanks for being more family to her than her sister in helping her know how to leave a bad relationship. hokay not making this easy.

S is going to be on the hook for tax evasion if she stays with the shady useless guy she's been babying (and resenting) for 20 years solely because she doesn't like to do activities alone. three times now I've been cornered for the vent sesh. I am sitting on the floor the next time, I need blood in my brain to emote properly. and that unneutered bulldog living in the south is a crime, it can't breathe it can't think, it's all hormones and anxiety covered in fur, of course it's a nuisance around the house.

and there's more but i'm tired of typing and thinking.

#saf #rambling #rants #personal

[grizzersmamma]

Beyond the Loch | Monster CoD AU | Chapter 4.

Summary: “With monsters now being used the world over to wage war, the military is desperate to encourage non-human citizens to join their ranks. A young kelpie, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, is invited to join the infamous Task Force 141, the first task force in history to be headed up by a monster. Soon after joining, he encounters a black dog, an omen of death known only as Ghost. Determined to prove that not all black dogs are harbingers of disaster and misfortune, he decides to become Ghost’s field partner, becoming close to the spirit while everyone else flees from him terror. Only time can tell if he’ll come to regret it or not.”

Notes: Sorry for the delay with posting, but I had to rewrite this chapter several times since I wasn't getting the right vibes from how it was going. Half way through exams at the moment, but there's only another week until my mid-semester break from uni so hopefully I'll be able to get some more written then.

Pairing(s): Future Ghost/Soap. Other to be added.

Warnings: Unedited because I'm tired and can't stand looking at this chapter any longer ;w;

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Next: WIP

The morning air is frigid at the break of dawn, the grassy fields coated in a fine layer of fresh dew. The sunshine isn’t powerful enough to warm Ghost’s skin through his many layers of clothing, but it’s a pleasant enough view as he waits for the pilots to run through their final checks before take-off. The tip of the cigarette between his lips lights up with each gust of wind, blowing away the potent scent of smoke clinging to his clothes.  

Across the field, he can see his new sergeant quickly approaching, already geared up and carrying a large bag over his shoulder. When Soap realises he’s being watched, he offers a single wave, face lighting up with a broad grin. Ghost doesn’t return it, but he offers an acknowledging nod.  

When Soap reaches him, Ghost drops the remainder of his cigarette, stomping it out underfoot. “Prepped, sergeant?” he asks lazily, ears slowly swivelling around as he listens to the sounds of the base waking up for the day.  

“Aye, sir,” Soap nods, gripping at the straps of his vest, “ready to get ourselves a win, yeah?” 

He simply nods, watching as the pilots exit the plane and start waving them over. “Let’s get moving then.”  

Of course, Soap chooses to settle himself in the seat directly across from him. It isn’t too bothersome, even as the man starts excitedly rambling on about whatever seems to come into his head. Coming from someone else it would have quickly played on his nerves, but the friendly way the kelpie chatters to him is almost soothing.  

He wonders if it’s something to do with the ‘alluring’ attributes MacTavish’s kind are known to possess or if he’s genuinely interested in listening to the other monster talk. He doubted the later option, given his entire evening the previous night was spent researching kelpie mythology.  

There were numerous contradictory sources making it difficult to divorce fact from fiction. However, it seems as though most recorded legends and biological references he could access agreed that kelpies were similar in nature to sirens, being water spirits with an affinity for attracting men and women alike. It wouldn’t be beyond the realm of possibility for Soap to be (unknowingly or otherwise) drawing the canine’s attention.  

He had pointedly scrolled past the sections mentioning how physically attractive kelpies were.  

Soap doesn’t seem to notice his reluctance to engage in conversation, happy to hold up both ends of the conversation while Ghost simply sits quietly and listens. It helps to comfortably pass the time until they reach the drop point.  

The landing is rough thanks to some heavy snow, but they make it without too many issues.  

The scouting team that had been sent to the area before them had arrived back at the exfil point several hours ago, confirming that there appeared to be very little activity near the abandoned town their targets were holed up in. They were part of a yet unknown faction, wearing no obvious symbols to trace their allegiance back to.  

All that their intelligence officers and the scouting party had been able to determine was that they were guarding something. They moved in and out of the crumbling remains of an old building with perfect timing and efficiency, like a colony of ants. Clearly, they had an important purpose being here in the middle of the icy wilderness, but what it was remained to be seen.  

As they walk through the woods, Ghost is hyperaware of their every step, ears twitching with each broken branch, each flutter of leaves in the breeze and each animal, oblivious to the two predators moving through the trees. The snow was thick and difficult to wade through, but they were making good progress and would no doubt reach the enemy camp before dusk.  

He and Soap remained in their human forms – their true forms too large and attention grabbing to risk using – it made it easier to carry their supplies and weapons. They moved in silence for the most part, neither willing to risk their mission being compromised so early.  

When they finally arrive at their destination, they settle themselves in some shrubs just on the edge of the tree line to begin observing their opponents. It’s cold being pressed into the snowy ground, and Ghost briefly wishes he could be in his canine form, the thick fur perfect for such cold conditions. But he ignored his discomfort, setting up the scope on his rifle to start monitoring the movements of the other soldiers.  

Soap is laying a few feet from him, pressed against a large boulder and under the low hanging branches of a thick bush. He’s using his own pair of binoculars, slowly sweeping his gaze from one side of the town to the other.  

A small creek runs alongside the village, the perfect depth for his kelpie companion to utilise should things escalate, and there are numerous piles of rubble and ruined houses for them to use as cover. The men on guard duty continue their patrol route like clockwork, but clearly, they’re starting to get complacent, not paying as much attention to their surrounds as they should.  

Ghost continues to observe a further two rotations, ensuring there are no deviations, before he motions for Soap to move with him. There is a brief break between the previous rotation and the next one, so they need to move quickly if they hope to have the advantage of surprise on their side. “I clear the guards on the left, you take the right, sergeant,” he grunts, already beginning to slink off toward a nearby house.  

He pauses at the dilapidated building just long enough to watch as Soap takes a step into the small creek on the village’s right side. The man sinks into the water as though he’s made from the stuff, vanishing under the water without so much as a ripple across its surface. 

Eerie.  

Shaking off the shiver that runs down his spine, Ghost is quick to get to work, circling around the back of the house he’s using for cover. He spots the two men due to clear the area approaching and presses himself into a corner to wait. He slides a single blade from his vest, taking it into his hand with a light grip.  

The moment the men round the corner he pounces. He grabs the first one with one hand, his other phasing straight through fabric, skin, muscle and bone until he reaches the man’s heart. A single, firm yank and the organ is pulled cleanly from the human’s chest. The other man gasps, but before the thought to lift their weapon even passes through their mind, a knife is embedded deep into their trachea.  

Wrapping their hands around the wound does nothing to stop the blood rapidly spurting from their throat, and a moment later they hit the ground alongside their comrade. Ghost tosses the still-warm heart aside, already focused on finding a new position to attack from after retrieving his weapon.  

He silently steps through the walls of one of the houses, trekking through the many rooms until he’s positioned by the wall directly opposite where the next duo should be passing through. And just as he expected, it only takes a few minutes for him to spot the other soldiers through a frosted window. The darkness of the house keeps his form concealed from the men, right up until he leaps through the wall’s very matter and slams his large body into the enemy.  

The soldiers both flail, one of them losing their footing and dropping into the dirt. The blood slicked knife in Ghost’s hand easily slices through the tendons of the standing soldier’s neck as though it’s nothing more than butter.  

He shoves the man aside, ignoring the way they choke on their own life blood and approaches the other. They make a valiant attempt at scrambling back to their feet, twisting around with their weapon, only to be met with one of Ghost’s other blades, pulled from its holster and stabbed through their eye before they have the chance to so much as blink.  

Four down. Another two more on his side before it should be clear. With any luck, Soap will not be far behind they they’ll be able to rendezvous at the entrance to the main building. The base will be expecting the men on patrol to return soon, so their cover won’t last for long either way.  

Ghost moves back through the wall once more, returning his blades to their rightful position. He takes a moment to observe the area, ensuring there are no enemies unaccounted for, then starts heading for the next house. He has the time to cross through two more buildings before he spots the last two men he’s after.  

Listening intently, he’s able to pick up the soft crackling of one of the soldier’s radios. They’re trying to find the missing members of their patrol group. Time’s run out.  

He waits until the two men confirm their position and release their radios before attacking. These two are more alert, wary of the potential of a surprise attack, so his appearance doesn’t startle them. They move to lift their guns, but Ghost looses a knife, forcing one of them to try and dive to the side before they can discharge any bullets.  

The man still standing grapples with Ghost over the gun for a moment but makes the mistake of attempting to hold onto their rife and is inevitably unable to protect their vital organs from the blade driven into their stomach. As they hunch over with a pained wheeze, the monster grabs either side of their head, violently twisting until there’s a sickening crunch and the body in his grasp turns limp.  

The final opponent levels their weapon with Ghost’s skull, but something, an instinct perhaps, stops him from moving to defend himself. He sees something shift in his peripheral and understands.  

The man seems to think he’s going to win, about to pull the trigger- only for a pair of massive jaws to clamp down on his throat. A single twist of the head and the muscles are torn from where they should be connected to the man’s spine. He doesn’t splutter or gasp, the chasm where his windpipe should be far too large.  

“I had that, sergeant,” he says, watching as the soldier’s body drops unceremoniously to the ground.  

The grin Ghost is subjected to from his subordinate is downright horrific. Sharp teeth hanging out of an unnaturally elongated face. It looks like a sort of half-shifted state, unnatural but by no means any less dangerous. Just enough of a shift for the younger man to tear through a person without changing the rest of his physiology too far.  

A blink and he’s looking at a normal human again, save for the crimson staining the lower half of his face and clothes.  

“Ye were taking a while, thought ah’d give yeh a hand,” the kelpie shrugs, shouldering his own weapon. His hair is still dripping little drops of water from the tips of his mohawk, and his clothes are completely saturated, leaving a pool in the Scot's wake.  

Ghost rolls his eyes, “just don’t leave water everywhere, I’m not about to be sent to medical ‘cause I slipped in a damn puddle.” 

Soap snickers at that comment, moving to follow when Ghost starts toward the main base. “Aye, sir, wouldn’t want to ruin yer reputation like that,” he smirks, trotting along behind Ghost as they move to start observing their target.  

“Two men patrolling the top level,” Ghost breathes, staring down the line of his scope, “we’ll head around the back, the scouts reported another entrance. It’ll be guarded, but easier to access.” He lowers his weapon again, waiting for an affirmative from Soap to start moving around the building they’re using for cover.  

Their progress is quick as they snake through the long grass, unable to risk losing any more time. The enemy likely already knows something is afoot and will be searching for their missing members any moment.  

Taking out the small group of men is laughably easy with the two monsters working in tandem. The bodies lying on the ground are left where they fall, neither bother to hide the bodies, not when stealth will likely be unimportant in a few minutes anyway once they’ve breached the building. An odd low-level buzzing sound can be heard from inside and Ghost can’t help frowning with an annoyed growl under his breath.  

It’s entirely possible that these people are guarding a new type of weapon, which will make breaking inside unnecessarily dangerous if both he and Soap enter together. “Wait here until I’ve cleared the room,” he finally states, “I’ll phase in and radio you once I’m sure they’re not hiding anything.”  

Soap nods, tightening his grip on his weapon, “I’ll be ready and waiting to back you up.”  

With that, Ghost reaches out to the wall of the base, about to step through the wall. Only... his hand meets the cold stone and doesn’t pass through. He tries to push a little harder, but he can’t phase, even putting his entire strength into it. It shouldn’t take any effort what-so-ever to move through something as simple as a wall.  

Something is very, very wrong here.  

#writing #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soapghost #monster au #kelpies #ghosts

[spiribia]

luna meanwhile always assumed her parents did not love her and she was sort of dropped into the earth like a seed - not wholly without care, but only as emotionally as the farmer cares about the outcome of the wheat. this is sort of her notion of parents from her youth. a child is a sort of investment. seraph fantasized about having kids because she wanted to like carry a kid on her shoulders to see the beach but for luna it was always sort of a, isnt it natural for people to plant fruit. not even as a legacy thing, but there's only so much people can do on this earth. kids like hanging around seraph because her chilled out large dog that lets you do anything to it if youre a small child vibes and when luna witnesses this shes like Mayhap i...

#talks

[literallycarrie]

i was looking through my notes app and found some notes i wrote while reading edge of great (the jatp novelisation) in feburary 2021 so i thought i'd post them bc i miss the time when i was so obsessed with jatp i could quote large parts of it from memory:

okay it's thicker than i expected this is a good start

multiple povs?! oh my god yesyesyes

i've read one page and I'm already loving it because i was expecting it to just be a retelling of the action with barely any insight to characters thoughts other than "i was feeling sad :(" but it's giving so much more than that

luke says sunset curve were all "vibing" shdhfnd

the dialogue is slightly different in some places but honestly i don't hate it

a pink flower in a vase next to rose?? the dahlia symbolism is here already people

bobby is a cheesy hopeless romantic confirmed

[luke about trying to be modest] "it was a new look for me, i'll admit." avdhfdhdhd

alex interrupts reggie trying to flirt with rose avdbfjdd i'm loving the new dialogue

THE HOT DOG CART IS BASICALLY CALLED SALMONELLA I-

luke makes a joke about staving to death oh god the dramatic irony

julie's literal first words are "my best friend flynn is amazing" 🥺🥺

JULIE SAID FLYNN WAS HER OTHER HALF 🥺🥺😭

loz feliz performing arts high school??

julie calls carrie cute?? girl-

i've been spelling dirty candi as "dirty candy" this whole time. whoops.

trevor has literal platinum records but the thing julie decides to point out is that one of his songs was in a car advert shdjdjfjf

nooo they took out flynn shouting demon at carrie

julie mentions flynn and how amazing she is at nearly every given opportunity

"flynn and i were always straight with each other" this is meant to a dramatic moment but i'm laughing at this ahdjdnem

julie is a writer!! not just of lyrics/poems, she writes other stuff too!!

she describes the garage as being full of ghosts when referring to memories of her mum... i'm living for all the dramatic irony

ahh julie and ray are speaking in spanish to each other so much more than they did the show

the teacup and spoon rose had been using before she died were still there 🥺

julie says that she felt like her mum was telling her to play the cd ahhh

the first thing she says about the guys is that they're cute JULIE AHDJFK

wavy hair reggie yesss

julie says oh my god instead of oh my gosh

julie doesn't know luke's name so she's calling him floppy acdjfjrks

her reasoning for letting the guys stay in the garage was because she thought it was what rose would've done 🥺🥺

ALEX'S POV HELL YEAH

they took out reggie losing his shirt this is so sad 😔

[alex about julie playing wake up] "i couldn't remember the last time I felt so moved by music that wasn't actually my own."

okay i get why they changed povs but i kind of wish we'd gotten julie's pov while she played wake up

the first episode took up about 1/5 of the book jesus-

they skipped the bit about the only thing scarier than one girl crying being two girls crying 😔

flynn: "instagram" alex: "what-stagram?"

flynn hugs julie after she tells her about playing music again awwww

noo they cut out the scene where ray comes in to the studio ffs stop cutting scenes please

alex: "it tingles in weird places" alex, literally one line later: "well, it did."

according to alex the other describe him as "warm and fuzzy"

also so far everyone's pov has called luke out for being too cheesy

reggie: "i'm gonna guess death breath"

alex is now describing luke as the puppy reggie never had

alex calling luke and reggie his family 🥺😭

when julie went into her room and found the guys messing around she was on her way to text flynn 🥺 this book just makes me love their friendship so much more

reggie is described as having "a mop of hair" god i wish 😔

dahlia symbolism count: 3. so far it's been a vase next to rose, the curtains in the studio, and the flowers in julie's picture of her

luke: "our instruments are attached to our souls." reggie: "and sometimes our belts."

okay so the book confirms that julie found therapy helpful but she just didn't want to go back because she thought others would see her as fragile, which imo is a lot better than in the show when she just seemed like she hated it

they merged alex asking if julie got back into music with luke showing her bright which i get because if they kept everything in the book would be pretty long but... idk i kinda liked how it was just julie and luke when he showed her bright

julie describes the wow performance as being like a superbowl half-time show

list of celebs who've been name-dropped so far: weezer, the smashing pumpkins, katy perry, and harry styles

julie wanted to kiss kayla?!? wlw julie confirmed

YES TIME FOR REGGIE'S POV

reggie's internal dialogue is using way more words than necessary and as an autistic person I relate to that so i'm gonna use this as proof reggie is autistic 😙✌

reggie says how little julie's smiled since they met and is now describing her smile in detail 🥺🥺

me, seeing that reggie's pov is already over: :(

me seeing that it's alex's pov and he's about to meet willie: :D

avxhfjfldnd alex was so mesmerised by how beautiful willie was he forgot to speak 😭😭

damn they took out willie asking alex if he's into guys if he wanted a picture with fake marilyn monroe (they changed it to spider-man)

y'all willie gave alex a hip bump I'm dying over here

"wait, how can i see you again?" god this is killing me i love them 😭🥺

"even if you don't have questions" willie is hardcore flirting and i respect that

"i liked the sound of that" god it's been a few minutes and alex is already whipped agshdndm

dahlia reference number 4 (this time it's a mug)

instead of calling julie "insanely talented" luke calls her "annoyingly talented"

julie canonically uses the word "bonkers" and idk why i love that so much

ahhh i'm already halfway through the book and it's still episode 3

FLYNN'S POV OH MY GOD YES YES YES

i'll look at the pictures first though

okay now onto flynn's pov

maybe this is just me, but why does everyone say "mother" instead of "mom" all the time? it seems weirdly formal but whatever

flynn calls flying solo "our song" (meaning her and julie's) 🥺

svdbfjff whenever alex went to meet willie he just said he was going for a walk

wait, walks? plural?! alex and willie had more interactions and we didn't get to see them?! livid 😤

willie wanted to show alex the museum because it was one of his favourite places... god I'm soft

"i would've followed willie just about anywhere" stoppp this is too much for me 😭🤧

"together. i liked the sound of that." awwefdhehrhe

alex's catchphrase seems to be "I liked the sound of that" rather than "okay"

"so close that I could feel his breath" why did I think they were gonna kiss 💀💀

willie: "feels good, right?" alex: "yeah, it does." alex, in his head: "i was talking about the screaming, but i was talking about being here, now, with willie, too." oh god oh fuck-

"wagging an eyebrow" girl why is that worded so weird 😭💀

nah there's no way luke doesn't know what a sample is

yess we're back to luke's pov 😎

the book confirms that it was luke who wrote "hi bobby" on the mirror but i still refuse to believe it because of the one tumblr post i saw comparing all the boys handwriting and saying it was reggie (also the writing it too neat to be luke's 😌)

they cut the entire julie-sneaks-around-while-flynn-distracts-carrie bit 😔 (and also the guys mooning trevor)

"and the truth was, [julie] was becoming important to me. i hated to let her down." awwww 🥺🥺

sbdjfkfl reggie called the hgc creepy and alex got defensive because it "was willie's place"

when luke said they were "overdressed" they all tucked their shirts in

ffs not the eyebrow wagging again (this time from flynn)

so julie considers carrie as her frenemy and not an actual enemy... inch resting...

"the awkward "joke" just sat in the air like dead fish" abdhfjf what are these metaphors

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WILLIE'S POV?!?! I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT HOLY FUCK AHHHHH

awww when alex asked about the lifers being "sworn to secrecy" willie wanted to telm him about caleb owning everyone at the hgc's souls but he couldn't 🥺🥺 if I catch anyone posting willie slander it's on sight 🥊😠🥊

OKAY WHAT I'M LIVID - they reduced the whole "do this forever"/"there's a lot to like here" thing to just the dialogue. literally no mentions of the lingering glances or luke's "you got a crush on willie". fucking disgraceful. i hate it here.

THERE - WE LITERALLY HAVE PROOF THAT WILLIE DIDN'T KNOW CALEB WANTED THE GUYS TO JOIN HE HGC WILLIE ANTIS CAN GO HOME NOW

willie watched the guys getting stamped and said it felt like his stomach was filling with lead SEE I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY WILLIE SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE

willie noticed alex looking into the crowd before leaving and wondered if he was looking for him... do tell me willie who else could he possibly be looking for

"alex said, looking stressed (then again, when did alex look not stressed?)" avshdnfmfr

julie describes nick's voice as "soft" and "graveled"

apparently julie has had a crush on nick since kindergarten, and in kindergarten nick cried because he couldn't get the lid off of his glue stick

luke says that knowing he let julie down at the dance hurt more than caleb's jolts 🥺🥺

the boys' little "sorry" song has it's lyrics written the same way the other songs, the ones actually in the soundtrack, do. tell me jatp why the sorry song isn't on the soundtrack right now 🔫😠

literally no mention of alex's dancing what in the homophobia

according to julie, finally free is about the power of connecting through music, but i still choose to believe it's a gay anthem about coming out

when julie saw her dad cooking breakfast and humming finally free she "almost died from how cute it was"

wait i just realised throughout this whole book there's been barely any mentions of julie and luke sharing the mic, and nothing about luke and reggie sharing either, and julie waking through luke in bright was just ignored. disgusting.

julie canonically thinks ray is the best dad ever 🥺🥺

that being said I'm pissed the book cut reggie from this scene

julie describes herself as being "charmed" by luke being nervous jskdkkdhs

flynn's pov again babey 😎

lmao nevermind the chapter was two pages long

also the whole perfect harmony sequence is just cut and all we hear is julie mention it to flynn... bruh

reggie and alex both see how hard luke is simping for julie and just give each other shit-eating grins whenever he mentions her dgehdjdj

when willie tells alex he can't explain why he's spying on him alex says "and to think i had felt there had maybe been something between us" fuckk

alex wondered if willie had ever had feelings for him or if he was playing him the whole time 🥺😭 bby nooo

they cut girls amirite... no one talk to me...

y'all... i think, other from julie, alex has had the most pov chapters... interesting...

the boys were literally so distressed about flynn eating pizza when they could smell it and not eat it and said they'd die of deprivation sgdhdjfkd

alex: *was choking back a sob*

willie: *was choking back a sob*

me: *was also choking back a sob*

😃 wtf... when willie says he cares about alex and hates that he brought them all into this mess, alex snaps at him... bro wtf that is not what happened and doesn't fit in with what alex was feeling in that moment at all... fuck this book

julie hugs flynn in the book at lot more than in the show so maybe it does have rights after all...

they've made a "face the music" pun at least 5 times so far in this book

wait - luke says that julie played his parents unsaid emily implying she sang it?? yo...

"but there was nothing I could say, nothing I could do, to make things better. so instead, I watched her go." why does that line hit so hard

"i pulled him in for a quick hug" lmao girl no

I JUST REALISED they cut the "i would've still followed you" scene 😭 the homophobia of it all 💀💀

'"i won't forget you," he said before spoofing out. Me either.' god don't do this to me today 🥺🥺

"with my smoothest dance move" now THAT'S the alex i know and love

the promoter and his assistant have names now: frank and tasha

the book's nearly over and i just realised there were barely any reggie pov chapters 🥺 not only is he my comfort character i also really liked his internal dialogue... oh well 😔

they really let there be spelling mistakes in this book smh

"who knew sunset boulevard smelled like cat pee and old takeout containers? not very glamorous, given that this was my hollywood rockstar dream."

"the music filling me like air - like joy" god I love that line

julie feels the need to point out how good luke looks in his tuxedo avdhdndmd

"i'm gonna miss you." "not as much as we're gonna miss you." oh god oh fuck-

wait THEY GRABBED HANDS ON STAGE??! AM I MISSING SOMETHING!?!?

"are you real?" "we were always real. But now... maybe... we're here?"

okay so i finished it and it was fun to read overall but i felt like past episode 3 was very rushed and condensed (makes sense since episode 3 finished past the half-way point of the book) and it stopped being as well written (barely any internal dialogue and descriptors), and some moments were mischaracterised heavily (including a lot of the willex) and juke just didn't seem developed at all. also i wish reggie had gotten more pov chapters since he's, y'know, a main character. i'm pretty sure he got, like, 2 :( also a lot of the music scenes lacked emotion but since this is an adaptation of something with music without music i'll let it slide. it was still nice to read either way.

#unfortunately my brain lost the capacity to be completely and utterly obsessed with jatp #but it still holds a special place in my heart #lova's terrible posts #jatp #julie and the phantoms #the edge of great #jatp book #jatp novelisation #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie jatp #willie wilbur williamson #flynn taylor #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #ray molina #caleb covington

[ljf613]

OwlCrate Unboxed (01/24)

I just got my first @owlcrate box, and honestly, I wasn't really sure what to expect, or if this was really worth it-- I rarely spend more than $10 on a book, so the full charge of just one of these boxes (including shipping) definitely had me thinking twice. And what if, after all that, I didn't even like the book?

But one of the reasons I was willing to take a risk on this one was because the theme was clearly tailor-made for me specifically.

"Enchated to Meet You"? Regency-esque romance with magic and royalty? That soft, vintage aesthetic that I adore? Yes, please.

And I was not disappointed. While I still haven't read the book, so I can't say if I'll like it or not, what I can tell you is that before I even got particularly deep into the box, I already knew that the price I'd paid was more than worth it even without the book.

(To avoid spoilers, product images and reviews beneath the cut.)

First up, this canvas tote bag:

The design is based on a book called Once Upon a Broken Heart by Stephanie Garber. (It's on my to-read list, I'm just waiting for my hold to come in!) It's got a sweet, elfish woodland vibe going on-- I half-expect to see a tiny winged fairy peeking out from behind one of those toadstools. This bag is also has great functionality. I am always in need of a sturdy cloth bag to carry my books, and I am positive this is one I'll be getting a lot of use out of. The material is thick and durable, and it's wide and deep enough to easily hold at least half a dozen books without any stress. An all-around cute and useful item!

Next up, a reusable cleaning cloth:

The design is based on a book called Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor. (I'd never heard of this book before, but it looks intriguing, so I suppose I'll add it to the list.) It's kind of generic, but I do like the colors. And it does look like the kind of thing that would be perfect for dusting my desk and bookshelves. It's probably my least favorite item in the box, but I don't hate it.

Moving on to the metal bookmark:

The design is inspired by Emily Wilde's Encylopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett. (I just read it a few weeks ago, and the sequel is currently sitting on top of my dresser waithing for me to read it.) It's supposed to be Shadow, the dog belonging to the stories main character. However, my first thought upon seeing a large black dog in a forest, standing on a pile of skulls, was of Ruth from The Ancient Magus' Bride-- who just-so-happens to be one of my favorite characters ever. I hope no one minds if I continue to see it that way. (No hate to Shadow-- he's a good boy!) It's a very whimsical design and I like it a lot!

And now the coloring kit:

I definitely wasn't expecting this from a subscription book box, but I am absolutely not complaining. (I've been thinking I wanted to sit down with some colored pencils and coloring pages one of these days.) The quote on the left is from Pride & Prejudice (my beloved), the top-most is from Bridgerton (read the books and liked them well enough but have zero interest in watching the show), and the one on the right is from Outlander (I think that's a show based on some books, maybe I'll look into it one of these days). The quotes are lovely, I like the simple yet elegant floral designs, and I love the soft pastel color palette (and will absolutely be holding onto those pencils).

The last item (aside from the book) is the enamel pin:

The characters shown here are Sophie and Howl (+ Calcifer!) from Howl's Moving Castle (the book, not the movie, though I love them both!). I love enamel pins and happen to have a decent-sized collection, but I don't think I've ever seen a sliding design like this. This design is absolutely enchanting, and I'm looking forward to seeing more from this pin collection in future boxes. I included the envelope it came in because I think it's really cute, and it gives me some serious Violet Evergarden vibes. (The design on the backer card is also pretty! It's really evident that a lot of thought and care was put into every aspect of every item in this box.)

And, of course, there's the book:

This is A Fragile Enchantment by Allison Saft. I'm not going to take pictures of every single customization in this one, but suffice it to say that it looks really pretty and I'm hoping the story inside lives up to everything else in here.

All in all, I'm really happy with this box, and glad that I got it.

#owlcrate #enchanted to meet you #thoughts #product review #subscription box #i think i'm going to skip february's box because i just don't vibe with the 'treacherous love' aesthetic #but i'll do another review of whatever my next one is if y'all want #all queued up

[dashielldeveron]

anon from mid december here! god i love winning. ANYWAY much to observe. i love the through lines of government assigned chapstick flavours and the defining moment that makes the soulmate connection work in every chapter. i love that immediately after posting you cited your sources on tenkos characterisation. very funny very charming and you are very right. i adore the mcs vibes she knows so much about so many things with a 50/50 chance of it being useful and she’s MESSY and she’s FIGURING IT OUT and her relationship with tenko teaches her to give herself grace. they’re just so sweet on each other it brings me endless delight as does touyas lil cameos. he’s a dirtbag and he’s a comedian and hes warmed up to the ducks and i want to put him and his fucking HOOVES in my pocket. i’m sure i will return with more thoughts at some point but for now. very delicious to me. WAIT NEW THOUGHT THE FUCKING INVENTORY KEY THING WAS AN EXAMPLE OF THE SOULMATE CONNECTION GOD YOURE GOOD. AND THE GOGGLES sorry i’m re reading the chapter as i type this

ASLDKJFA;SDFJKL;A YOU GET IT!!!!!

oh my god the DUCKS. i needed someone to notice the ducks oh my GOD. he BUILT them a HOUSE in his little art project garden he has a duck for SOME reason in dnd what a LOSER. like he's bonded so hard with them he wanted a fictional one, too!!! like. imagine touya just carrying a duck around in a purse like a small dog. both of them v v v judgy. enemies to lovers duck edition

lololololol "government assigned chapstick flavours" you canNOT tell me that these very kissable boys are only using, if any at all, generic unflavoured chapstick lol. it is STUPID how long i've had "post-canon tomura wears burt's bees tropical pineapple chapstick bc he specifically wants something that Tastes Good" stuck in my head; i'm so glad it's finally in fic and that you've been keeping track asdjfkl;

and yeah i wanted to reblog the shigaraki meta that i'd been considering!!!! bc while i was rereading the manga for this route, i realised that everyone, from police to heroes to villains to students, just make Large Assumptions about shigaraki, and they just Say Things about him. and everyone around them just takes it as fact??? it's like. we the audience are being told things about shigaraki, but they don't match up at all with how we see him act. i am hoping that this is intentional on hori's part, esp. with how heavy-handed shig commentary has been by other characters in the last few chapters, to make the point of "midoriya is the only one who's ever Looked and shigaraki and Perceived." bc, like, AFO and the pro heroes objectify/dehumanise tomura but in different ways. i worry. but so much of what we're shown of shig just doesn't match up with what characters say about him!!! it's odd. i really like him, despite being Told That He Is an Object, specifically one of destruction.

goddddd reader in this route is messy and i have a lot of compassion for her. i think she should allow herself to get angry more often. but i think that gifted kid burnout and basically moving back into your parents' house and people judging your "bad" life decisions even though they can't Know what you're going through--it's a touchy subject, tinged with shame and confusion and insecurity of identity, and tomura, i think, is experiencing his own flavour of that, since he doesn't get to be the Greatest Evil VIllain version of himself that he had in his head for so long and now is Just Some Guy. i didn't want reader to have a saviour complex but i wanted her to Care So Hard, and i hope that came across, esp. since her caring so hard also works with her own insecurities.

also yessssssssss YESSSSSS the KEY the GOGGLES it was there in front of them the whole time!!!!! but they weren't looking for it!!!! bc when soulmate bonds are words and marks, who the fuck is gonna be looking for a soulmate bond in just some weird triviality????? lolololol i talk about wanting to handle tomura with care but gave him the silliest soulmate bond thing. i like how useless it is, because it's, like, tomura doesn't need to be useful rn, either.

godddddd i'm so glad you sent me an ask so i could talk about thissssssss. i'm SO fucking glad that you're noticing details like this and having fun with them!!!!! i am, too!!!!! i love tomura and you and i hope you are having a good 2024 so far!!!! xx.

#dash it all

[zablife]

How the Peaky Blinders React to Your Period Pain

Author's Note: This was requested by a lovely anon (original request here.). I hope you see this, darling! I wish you well with your upcoming operation and send you loads of good vibes and best wishes for a speedy recovery! I have generalized a bit here, but I hope this is what you were looking for.

Tommy: He would have his secretary keep track of your cycle so he knew to be home when you needed him most. Frances was instructed to order the softest fabric available for your loungewear so you had something comfortable to wear after he heard you complain about the irritation from your usual clothing. Tommy also insisted the chef make your favorite biscuits fresh every day in case you wanted one with your tea, despite the considerable waste. He wanted you to have the best of everything because he never wanted you to feel neglected.

Arthur: Beside himself with worry, Arthur would always call Polly when you were hurting. She would gently remind him that it was your time of the month and he would say, “Oh, right…I forgot.” Once he was reminded, however, he would try (adorably) to soothe you with back rubs. Out of empathy, he wouldn’t sleep a wink while you were in pain though, watching over you like a mother hen.

John: Having been married to Martha previously, John knows exactly when your period is coming. He would be a wreck without you doing everything around the house, but he would try to fill your shoes to let you rest a little. He would entertain the children (or send them to Polly) and be sure you had a warm cup of tea to make you feel better. He wouldn’t let you out of bed until you were practically pushing him aside to let you back into the kitchen. 

Michael: He would stupidly insist you drink or take drugs to rid yourself of the pain at first. He didn’t understand your needs completely, but was willing to learn. When you explained that you just needed him, he would gladly cuddle you sweetly in bed. His large hands were perfect for draping across your waist, heat radiating to the places you needed it most. 

Finn: A warm bath always made Finn feel refreshed and he reckoned that would help you as well. He would work tirelessly to haul buckets of warm water from the kitchen to the tub in the middle of your room. When the tub was ready, he would sit next to you and help wash your hair and your body if you were too tired. He would be gentle with his touch knowing your abdomen was sensitive. 

Bonnie: Having sisters, Bonnie would be keenly aware of periods and all the horrible pain that comes with it. He would undoubtedly know a recipe for an herbal remedy and he would have it ready for you without you having to ask for it. He would also play you some music to cheer you if you felt sad. He knew what tunes made you the happiest. After a night by the bonfire, he would hoist you up in his arms and carry you back to the vardo if you didn’t feel like walking. 

Luca: Being Italian, Luca would want to feed you to keep you happy. He wouldn’t trust the cook to make you your favorite snack. He would roll up his sleeves and do it himself to show you how much he cared for you. Although he might get a little worried if you didn’t finish it all. 

Alfie: He would sit with you when you felt too tired to move, covering you with a blanket his mother had made him. He would also read to you on the couch for hours from any book you chose (even the awful romance novels he hated). If he had to leave the room he would instruct Cyril to watch after you and the massive dog would stand guard beside you, dropping his head into your lap for added protection. (Sometimes you had to move him so his drool didn’t soak the blanket.) 

Polly: Knowing you needed extra love and attention during this time, Polly would hold you close to her and place soft kisses along your face. The closeness of her body next to yours was a comfort and she rarely left your side. She would only get up to stoke the fire or fetch a glass of water for you. She would also urge you to eat a few spoonfuls of the soup she had made hoping it would be enough to keep your energy up. 

Ada: She knew the best way to take your mind off the pain was to make you laugh so she would tell you funny stories from the library. When she ran out of humorous things to say, she would inevitably bore you with politics, but you secretly enjoyed listening to her soothing voice as you fell asleep with your head in her lap. She would stroke your hair as she talked and lull you into a peaceful sleep. She didn’t mind that you weren’t listening, she just wanted you to get your rest. 

Lizzie: She wasn’t always able to get time off work to care for you the way she would have liked so she did whatever she could to bring a smile to your face. She knew you felt less desirable during your period and was sure to remind you how much she loved you by leaving you notes around the house. Some were declarations of love, others sweet memories of times you two had shared and the rest were racy things she would do to you when you were feeling better. 

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #ask box

[bloody-massacre]

Afternoon and Happy Friday! Hope you're having a wonderful day! I had a fun prompt in mind regarding our lovely vampire boys in scenario with a sweet yet amateur supernatural investigator reader (literal soft bookworm of a gal); perhaps she gets caught in a scenario that catches a glimpse of the boys and attempts to playful scare her for amusement. Not sure if I'll steer into the dark or playful genre territory? But would love the outcome either way ♡

Hey babe, thank you for the request! I'm not sure if you wanted the reader to already know the boys or this is her first time meeting them. I decided that she already knows them because I have a fun idea for this prompt in mind. :)

The Boys x Paranormal Investigator Reader

Summary: Female reader thinks she's found a ghost but it's just the boys trying to scare her.

Warnings: None

She told the boys she would return to their cave before midnight, but she got a little carried away on her trip to the boardwalk to buy some more books and decided to go on a hunt.

The old hot dog shack on the beach was literally standing on its last leg. She couldn't believe they hadn't knocked it down yet, so she figured this could be the perfect place for a quick hunt.

She entered the shack and the smell of rotting wood, and fish traveled to her nose. Wrinkling her nose in slight disgust, she quickly set down her EMF meter on one of the moldy counter tops. "Is anyone here?"

The light blinked once and it made her arms get goosebumps, but it wasn't enough for her to tell if it was a ghost. The sound of the ocean wind blowing hard against the walls of the shack was adding on to the "Im hunting for dead people" effect.

She explored more areas of the shack, not knowing it was already half past midnight. The boys figured she'd be out hunting, matter of a fact they'd caught her eyeing the old shack a few times. So, they decided to mess with her.

The 4 vampires stopped outside of the shack and discussed a game plan. Marko would go under the counter, while Dwayne was on the roof. Since David is so good at staring at people without getting caught, he is going to be hiding in a large cabinet. Lastly, Paul was throwing rocks through the cracked window.

When she returned back to the main area of the shack, her EMF meter was at red. But she had no idea it was due to the fact that there was literally a vampire under the counter. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she grabbed the meter and started asking questions.

"Did you just make it go to red?" She waited for a response. Her eyebrows furrowed when the light never turned back on. "How strange..." She murmured to herself before setting the meter back on the counter. "Can you do it again?"

Her eyes widened when the light went back to a bright red. It wasn't like this earlier? How could the light suddenly keep going to red? Marko was practically choking under the counter, as he had his hand over his mouth trying not to laugh.

Paul had thought it was the perfect time to throw some pebbles. The first pebble hitting the floor as she whipped her around. He threw two more, which led to Dwayne starting to make tapping noises on the roof. Paul was almost about to get them busted from how hard he was trying not to laugh. Her head whipping in every which way as she snatched the meter and ran into another room hoping to find more action.

She walked past the cabinet that David was hiding in which sent a chill up her spine. Her gut was telling her there was something wicked lurking around in the room which led her to pull out her recorder and ask questions.

"Is someone in the room with me right now?"

David's eyes locked on her, and she wrapped her arms around her body, almost as a protective barrier. He thought it was amusing how he could put off the vibe that something sinister lived there.

Dwayne jumped on the roof which created a loud bang after he heard her question, she screamed and grabbed her bag while running out, jumping into her car, and driving back towards the boys cave.

"Dude did you see her face?" Paul cackled as they all scrambled out from their hiding spots. "I was losing oxygen down there! I couldn't breathe." Marko complained.

The boys flew back to their cave before Y/n could make it there. They ran to their spots as if they never left. Y/n came running in with pure excitement in her eyes.

"Guys! Guys! You're not gonna believe what happened!" She shouted with a wide smile and clasped hands. The boys shared a mischevious look as David patted the arm rest of his wheel chair.

"Come sit down kitten, tell us all about it."

#i absolutely hate this #this sucks ass #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys 1987 #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne #paul tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys paul #the lost boys

[hermitcraft-au-time]

Oh good lord I remember that one Hermitcraft superhero/supervillain brain rot I had that was constantly on my mind ever since Season 7, so I turned it into an au :D

Some notes I have written down are:

Hero’s:

Grian 

Ability: Mimic - Can mimic anyone's ability

Has natural wings 

Mumbo Jumbo

Ability: Lag - Causes area to lag

Mole planted in team star

GoodTimesWithScar

Ability: Luck - controls the probability of events happening

However the more he uses it the more karma is accumulated

Causes him to trip and fall a lot

JoeHills

Ability: poetry - anything written in proper poetry format will appear as a physical item

Carries around a notebook 

*names without information are those who i don’t have ideas for yet

StressMonster101

Keralis

Iskall85

BdoubleO100

Villains:

Docm77

Ability: Magnet - able to move any inanimate objects 

Part cyborg which is powered by redstone

Rendog

Ability: Dog - Has dog anatomy such as claws, teeth, ears, tails…

Has a stupidly large family

Xisumavoid

Ability: Blacklist - creates an indestructible barrier only allies can pass through

Was once a hero, but left for unknown reasons

ZombieCleo

Ability: Zombie - able to regenerate her body parts

Yes she can duplicate limbs 

FalseSymmetry

Ability: Queen of hearts - predict the future for a short time

Cannot exceed 5 hours 

Welsknight

Ability: Hell sword - can heat up metal to a melting point

Uses it to turn his sword into a dangerous flaming weapon

Has an actual moral compass

Mumbo Jumbo [mole]

Cubfan135

EthosLab

Vigilantes:

TangoTek

Ability: Fire - shoots flames from his palms

Yes he can set himself on fire [it’s hilarious]

ImpulseSV

Ability: explosion - summons a tnt that explodes after 5 seconds 

The time delay is annoying in combat but a lifesaver when running away

IJevin

Ability: slime - all physical attack don’t work

Any liquids is able to dissolve him

ZedaphPlays

Groups:

The G team:

Leader - Grian

Members - all the heroes 

Description - A very well organized group of the best heroes in Hermitcraft specially formed to defeat team S.T.A.R

Team S.T.A.R:

Leader - Docm77

Members - all the villains + secret moles

Description - A band of misfits that have been abandoned/rejected from society. Goals vary widely [redemption, revenge, retirement…], but all members have a common enemy; the G team.

Z.I.T

Leader - none

Members - Zedaph, ImpulseSV, TangoTek

Description - a friend group of vigilantes that roam around the city of Hermitcraft and fight petty crime.

Running gags:

The G team and team S.T.A.R are always fighting and it usually ends up with a tie

Scar trips on anything and everything [including air]

Grian mimics his friends voices to prank them 

Mumbo lags whenever he gets nervous, causing the g team online system to shut down many times

Also the reason why he was relocated to being a mole in team S.T.A.R

Mumbo is a terrible spy 

Tango sets himself on fire at least 3 times per day

Doc gets stuff stuck on him whenever he is stressed

Ren has like over 500 family members

Joe is actually still whitelisted in Xisuma's ability, he just never relies

Cleo’s limbs randomly fall apart

False has an infamous reputation of never having a blow landed on her

People often confuse Wels as being a hero

Team Z.I.T often picks fights with villains when they are doing mundane everyday tasks such as getting coffee, not realizing that they are the ones who technically caused the damages as a result 

heck yeah!! i love me some good hero/villian aus, and this is really good, it fits everyone's vibes and themes in s7!

Grian's powers reminds me a lot of Monoma's from BNHA lol- also it seems kinda op in a way? maybe he can mimic it but its less powerful as the original power? and cleo being able to ducplicate multiple limbs is so cool (lots of potential jokes-)

and if you dont mind i have some ideas for the ones who doesn't have have powers yet-

maybe stress could have ice or nature-y powers? since it fits her vibes in s6 and s7

Bdubs could maybe have something like sleep touch, and maybe Cub could have Vex powers type thing?

and idk why, it could be funny if Etho just. dont have powers. he's just some guy and no one could catch,

Zed could maybe have smthn like potions? for that mad-scientist alchemist vibe?

-Mod Skylar

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #mumbo jumbo #docm77 #grian #xisumavoid #joehills #ethoslab #goodtimewithscar #welsknight #ijevin #zedaph #impulsesv #tangotek #falsesymmetry #zombiecleo #rendog #cubfan135 #bdoubleo100 #stressmonster101 #i hope i got them all FGKJFJG #Mod Skylar #skwuushi-underscore

[chaoticallycomsumed]

✨Random Headcanon Time✨

Topic: Dogs or Cats?

Today's victim to my mind and all that is in it:

This Boi. This Bean.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny is definitely more of a dog person.

Doesn't mind cats, but prefers dogs because they can encourage him to stay active with runs or walks or dog park days.

Cats not so much.

He claims to be into the large breeds, such as retrievers, labs, huskies etc.

This man has a soft spot for the small toy breeds. THEY MELT HIS HEART.

You bet your ass if you bought home a tiny little thing - Chihuahua, Boston Terrier, a Pomeranian for example - he would immediately enter baby talk that was LACED with sheer Scottish: hard to understand, loud, spoken way too quickly, but still wholesome.

The dog's collar, harness, leash etc. would sport SCOTLAND FOREVER vibes for sure. Gotta represent!

Johnny is also probably that guy who carries the dog with him everywhere...

And I mean EVERYWHERE.

Meetings, to the gym, around the house, around base, even during inspection!

Not missions though, thank you Capt. Price for being the voice of reason.

Johnny also carries the pup either in his backpack, hoodie, or one of those puppy pouch carry things:

The man claims it is both tactical and practical.

It isn't.

But he'll wear it like a champ!

Probably names it something completely random: Spud. Loofa. Suds (get it? Soap... Suds? :D). Noodle. Cabbage. Etc.

Johnny just loves his little buddy. ♡

☆Thank you for attending today's Random Headcanon Time.☆

#mw2 #random headcanon #headcanon #soap cod #johnny mactavish #cod headcanons #tf141 #task force 141