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writingbyshiloh · 6 months

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Third Time's the Charm

Request: Hii,if your request are still open can i request something for Gen V?Can you write something where Jordan and fem reader are childhood best friends and Jordan had always been in love with her but they feel insecure because they don’t know if reader will like them in both forms romantically?So when,in ep 3,Jordan dad goes like “Y/n and Jordan will be husband and wife” reader goes “Maybe we will be wife and wife”because she loves Jordan just like they are?

AN: Reader wants to be the first supe president (just to explain why they’re at the gala), I changed the timeline of the ep a tiny bit. I have another request about meeting Jordan's parents but that one might be more angsty.

CW: fem!reader, kissing, no beta, Jordan's parents are just their warning. The start is all flashbacks so I may have slipped on the tense a few times, no beta

WC: 2.0K

Jordan Li was your first kiss. Twice. The first time was in kindergarten, when they tried to kiss you and you smacked them with your Queen Mauve lunch box. Your second first kiss (the one you consider your actual first kiss) was done by you while playing truth or dare at 14. After picking a dare, you were asked to kiss the best-looking guy in the group. You shrugged and picked your best friend - Jordan.

At age six, they were there when you broke your ankle trying to see if you could fly (you couldn’t). When you did get powers, they were the first person you told.

When Jordan came out to you as bigender, you did an internet deep-dive, trying to understand as much as possible.

Jordan listened to every interaction you had with your high school crush while quietly dying inside, wanting you to be happy. When your high school boyfriend cheated on you and then dumped you for the girl he cheated with, Jordan was there, ready to sink hours into their Xbox to keep you distracted.

The worst week of your life was when you didn't speak to Jordan for 9 whole days. You got into a petty argument where you called them self-absorbed and they called you clingy. The fight snowballed into yelling arguments and ended with you receiving a cold shoulder from Jordan.

When Jordan got their wisdom teeth removed, you camped out in their room, snuggled under their duvet with them to watch Property Brothers for two days straight. You even made sure they took their painkillers on time and used ice packs.

Every fight with their parents, you were outside in your car ready to pick up Jordan to stay with you. Once you showed up at their house at 6:03 am, eyes blurry with sleep and still in pyjamas. Jordan was crying, bob haircut looked messy from sleep. You drove them to Vought-A-Burger, still half asleep and ate greasy breakfast sandwiches in your car until Jordan stopped crying.

Jordan was even your date to prom, taking photos with you in their masculine form to get their parents off their back. Once their parents were happy, you snuck them back to yours, where you stashed their prom dress.

You both even applied to God U together. Too nervous to check your acceptance, Jordan checked yours and you checked theirs. Sitting across from each other on your bed you both log in before giving the laptops to each other.

“Okay, three, two, one…” you counted down, opening Jordan’s laptop. Your eyes scanned for any promising words like congratulations, or welcome. "Accepted" was the first word your eyes caught but you need to fuck with them.

“Jord… I’m so sorry.” You start. Their face falls, and you feel like a dick for doing this. But the opportunity is too good to pass up. “That you believed me! Because you got in!”

They lunged across your bed to see what the screen says. You saw Jordan's eyes scan the same letter you just read, picking out the same words.

“You’re such an asshole!” they told you, rolling their eyes, gently hitting your arm with the back of their hand

You’ve never been shy about showering Jordan with compliments. Saved in screenshots never to see the light of day, Jordan has kept some of them.

You: OMG!!! Jordan you’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to call you my friend.

You: You’re so handsome!!! I love your hair slicked back! If she doesn’t agree you need to drop her.

You: ur a solid 9/10. Lost a point for not giving me a sip of your drink yesterday lol

Jordan Li has been in love with you since age 16. Probably earlier, if they want to admit that to themselves. You’ve only ever expressed interest in men so they kept their feelings to themselves, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, figuring it was better to have you as a friend only than not at all.

In your first year, you were even roommates. While Jordan flourished in crim, you bounced between majors before settling into politics.

Every time you brought some frat guy to your shared dorm, Jordan died inside. Trying to get over their long-standing crush, Jordan did the same.

When Jordan made number 2 on the top five, you celebrate with them. Maybe a bit too hard that night.

You were there when their ranking dropped after the death of Brink. A man you only met twice, but you would do anything for Jordan. Especially given how hard you fell for both versions of them last year.

“I’m going to try to tag team with your dad, get some points for you and keep him engaged, yeah?” You ask over your shocker. Jordan is behind you, ready to help with zipper duty for your dress.

“You don’t have to.”

You let out a small scoff. “Dude. I’m doing poli supe. Schmoozing with rich people is like half our courses. Zip me up please.”

“How long have you known Jordan? You seem to be a good couple.” The man you and Jordan's dad suckered into a conversation asks. He's sitting beside Jordan's parents, while you and Jordan are on the edge of some fancy pit or table.

“Well, these two have known each other pretty well over the years. Jordan tried to kiss her when they were kids, and she hit him with her Black Noir lunch box.”

“It was a Queen Mauve lunch box, actually.” You say with a laugh.

“And she called him ‘Jojo’ for probably the next two years out of spite.” Kayla laughs. It's a special embarrassment when your parents tell stories about your childhood. All the stories are about you but it's been so long ago you can’t remember any of it. Jordan looks worse off, slouchy posture against the banister, while you sit next to him. Part of you wants to tell him to sit up straight, but you figure you can play the grief angle better this way.

“Oh, and remember when Jordan got his wisdom teeth out? You guys were inseparable. I think I still have the photo of you two passed out watching TV!” Kayla gushes, reaching for her phone to find the photo.

“We all thought you two would be president and First Gentleman.” Dad insists. Your smile is fake and tight, knowing if Paul pulls out prom photos, you would have to quietly fling yourself out of a window.

Maybe you drank a bit too much liquid courage. Maybe the tension between them and their parents was getting to you. To give Jordan some space, you took their parents for a tour of your classes, knowing they’ll be talking to your family when they go back to Rochester.

Jordan shifting doesn’t even cause you to raise an eyebrow, the subtle sound just blurs into the background.

“Or president and First Lady.” You blurt out, four pairs of eyes darting towards you. “First supes in the Whitehouse? It would be political dynamite.”

“You like this version of Jordan?” Dad asks with bewilderment.

“Of course. I like Jordan because of how smart and driven they are. I like Jordan because of their weird sense of humour. It doesn’t matter what they look like.” you say, trying to prove it to their parents, but also to them. You’ve picked up on their crush many times, too kind to say something that would embarrass them or hurt them. It’s only recently how much you found yourself staring at fem Jordan and wanting to kiss her too.

“I’m going to go and mingle some more.” says the man, Brad or Rob maybe. You forgot his name right after you met him. His words are like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. You don’t confess your feelings to Jordan just to Jordan, but in front of their judgy parents, and a possible donner. You need to go.

You stand and straighten out your dress.

“I’m going to go too. Other donors to talk to. Go Jordan!" You finish with an awkward laugh and even more cringy go team! gesture by yourself.

You didn't lie to Jordan and their parents. You did go and talk to other donors but it twists your stomach every time you bring up how amazing their grades are, or how skillful they are at fighting. After donor number three gives you an answer that technically was “we’ll see” but heavily implied to be "yes for Jordan” you went to hide in the bathroom. You have enough battery left on your V-phone to keep it going for most of the night. Tomorrow you can talk to Jordan and hope you don’t fuck it all up.

You barely look up when the door opens, already have done too much for the day to care who it is.

‘Hey, can we talk?” You snap to attention at the voice. Of course, you know that voice. It's Jordan, still feminine presenting.

“Fuck, Jord, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spring that on you. I promise I’ll just go back and try to get you some votes, you’re going through a lot.” You say, in a rush to get the words out, desperate not to fuck up you’re friendship. The rim of the sink is hard against your back but you can’t help but shrink into it.

“Did you mean it?” They ask, still keeping a distance from you.

“Yeah, of course, I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

“No, what you said in front of my parents.”

Oh right. Your confession. Fuck. It's already out there, might as well keep it going.

“I may, uh-” you curse yourself for leaving your drink outside the bathroom, wanting something in your hands to stall. “-have a crush. On you. My best friend.” You twist your hands together, wishing Jordan didn’t look so pretty. If your heart beats any faster you may go into cardiac arrest.

It's Jordan that indicates your third first kiss. It's gentle, and fast, like the second one. She pulls back quickly, but you run your fingers through her hair and pull her closer. The intensity from the first first kiss is still there, only this time you both share it. Her hand smooths up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a silent invitation to open your mouth. You comply, and tilt your head into her palm. Her tongue sweeps into your mouth and you can taste the champagne they were drinking.

The sound of the door opening makes you both jump.

“Stall?” You ask, voice low and hushed. You squirm out from where she has you between the sink and her. You push the door open to the nicest-looking stall, desperate to keep kissing Jordan. They follow your lead eagerly, one hand wrapped around your shoulder to keep you near.

Dipping their head, they softly kiss your jaw before moving onto your neck. You silently thank the other two women arguing in the bathroom so that your gasp goes unnoticed. Giving Jordan's hair a small tug, you pull them back up to you. The shit-eating grin they flash you makes you want to almost get caught again.

Your free hand moves to their waist, trying to get as close to them as physically possible.

You pull back slightly, wanting so desperately to get lost in the moment, but the commotion in the other stall is distracting. Plus you’re nosey.

Jordan frowns when you pull away, eyes scanning your face for something they did wrong. You shake your head and tip it over to the stall.

“The fuck?” They mouth to you, hand still around your shoulder.

You gently push Jordan against the door to give yourself space to squat down. You see two pairs of feet in the stall across the wall. You hear the voices quiet down, before the sound of someone peeing. You frown slightly, weird fetish to do at a memorial gala but you hear rumours about students into more fucked up shit.

“We should get outta here.” You whisper to Jordan.

“Weird place for our third first kiss.” Jordan whispers back. You reach around them to unlock the stall door. Third first kiss. You replay the words in your head, a warm feeling blooming in your chest.

You gently push them out of the stall, trying to keep your laughs quiet as you both scurry past the other couple in the stall.

#I read it once for spelling and flow then released it to the world #jordan li x reader #jordan li x y/n #jordan li imagine #gen v x reader #gen v x y/n #gen v imagine #whew this got out of hand #time to talk about jordan

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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Was i the asshole for "insinuating" my friend's husband attempted to poisoned me?

I 26cisf have always, since I was quite young, had a fear of people tampering with my food and drinks. If I leave a drink or food in a room with others, my immediate thought when I sit back down is to taste test it to see if it tastes different or see if it looks different. If it dose, I immediately throw it away, wash or get a new dish/bowl/glass/etc and get a new serving. This fear isn't unfounded as, when I was 7 or 8, my dad spit in my bowl of soup and I caught him. He hated me so this wasn't unexpected. Later in life I had 2 different abusive partners threaten to drug me and as a result, all food is suspicious the moment it's left alone with anyone. I've done this to my husband on occasion and he understands.

Earlier this month, I, my husband 26tm, a friend of mine 25cf and her husband 53cm all had a nice dinner together at my apartment. Later on in the evening, our husbands went to play on his xbox in the living room while me and my friend had a drink in the kitchen. The kitchen "ends" right where the living room begins so they were on a couch about 15ft away from us, again, its an apartment. I've been friends with her since middle school so I have no reason to suspect her but her husband is creepy towards me and our mutual friends of our age and is much older than her. I put up with him for her sake and never made an ill comment other than a week after they started dating with concerns about their age gap. My friend and her husband dated for about 8 months and have been married for about 4 months. My husband and friend left so he could show her some break time levels from Mario wonder on the switch in our room while her husband sat on his phone on the couch. My husband mentioned it over dinner, my friend showed interest but wasn't sure so he offered to show her.

I felt ackward and had to pee so I went to the bathroom and when I came back, her husband had changed positions on the couch and I'm pretty sure my drink wasn't in the same place I left it by 2 to 4 inches. I was instantly nervous and took a sip and it didn't taste right. As I was pouring out my drink in the sink, my husband and friend came back and she saw me doing it and glanced once quickly at her husband. I barely turned my head so I'm not sure how she realized I suspected him a little. She knows about my fear and knew how I handled it a few times when I feared she had done something however.... Apparently doing this while mildly suspecting her husband was too far and she absolutely exploded on me out of no where.

She said I was implying her husband was a rapist or abuser or creep and that it was two faced of me to invite people over who I thought might poison me or fuss with my food. She said I always take that fear too far in public settings, which isn't true as I've never done this with groups of people bigger than 3 or 4 friends nor do I vocally accuse them. I just reset my food and move on as it eases my anxiety about it. Her husband got super defensive and started getting my face and my husband diffused the situation by sending them both home. My friend blew up my phone that night and eventually she blocked me for a week before coming back to apologize for her actions but asking me to apologize to her husband for making him feel bad. I told her it was her who made it seem like I was accusing him, not me for doing something she's seen me do a million times.

Eventually it went away but every time I see her, she asks if I'm going to apologize soon but I'm just not sure if what I did was really as offensive as she made it seem. I don't genuinely believe that he tried to poison or roofie me but if there's even a 10% chance, my anxiety is through the roof and I pass out if I just try to push through. No one else, after knowing this fear, has taken it personally as it's just the remains of trauma and fundamentally harmless. Once I'm reset, I often totally forget the scare and they've acted like nothing ever happened. Was i the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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the1975attheirverybest · 13 days

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Birthday Wish

A/N: Matty’s 35th birthday festivities have begun!! Which you can find here.

Warnings: small mentions of smut.

Are you sure you can’t stay?” Denise eyed her son, skeptically, her natural instincts telling her that something wasn’t quite right with Matty. “You haven’t even finished your cake.” She nodded towards the plate in his hand, which he set down on the dining table as she spoke.

“I’ve had half. That’s enough.” He replied softly.

“You wanna take some home with you?”

He smiled, and she knew, by the look in his eyes, that he wasn’t too keen on the idea but didn’t have the heart to say no to her.

She shrugged. “Suit yourself, then.”

“Love you mum.” He kissed her cheek, reaching for his leather jacket and cigarettes.

With one hand on the doorknob, he took out his phone and opened the messaging app.

Can I please see you tonight?

He hit “send,” pocketing his phone, and unlocking the door. It creaked open, he was almost outside when he turned back around.

“Mum? On second thought, I think I will take some cake with me, actually.”

***

“Do I really have to?” He looked up at her, laying on his stomach, his arms wrapping around her waist in an attempt to pull her closer to him.

“Yes, you do. If you want sex you’re gonna have to tell me about your day first.”

Matty huffed dramatically. “We do this every year.”

“Yeah, cuz I love hearing about your birthday.” She smiled brightly at him. “My legs are closed. Access denied. Tell me what you did today and then maybe I’ll let you.”

“Fine.” He relented. “Where do I start?”

“The very beginning, obviously.” She rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the cake by the way.” She grabbed the foil-wrapped plate off the nightstand, offering him one of the two forks.

“Right.” He watched her unwrap it. “Woke up before my alarm this morning-“

“What time?” She asked over the loud crinkling noise.

“Like around 7-ish. Stayed in bed though. For like an hour. Got up, had breakfast, went to jujitsu… that was my morning, I think.”

“What’d you have for breakfast?” She took a bite of cake, looking expectantly at him.

“Oh, not much. Just a coffee and a banana cuz I didn’t want to overdo it before a session- erm- is this really necessary??”

“Yes. I like knowing what you get up to. I never really get to see any of that. You’re always either on my screen or in my bed. I want to know that you’re human.”

His eyes sparkled when he grinned her. She tried not to let it melt her, but it was hard not to feel weak around Matty.

“Eat your cake.”

He found himself complying, digging into the cake and carrying on with his recap. “Had a protein shake afterwards though. Vanilla. Not my favorite but it’s what I had on hand.” She watched him smile as he recounted the next part. “The boys came over. Hann brought his Xbox. We set up mine on one side of the room and his on the other side and just played some video games for a while. The boys let me choose which doesn’t happen often.”

She laughed and he felt his heart skip a beat, pausing his story to cherish the sound of her voice for a moment. “Anyway, had some meetings. Boring label stuff. Then went back to the boys. This time Waughie was there too. And Jamie.”

“Oborne or squire?”

“Oh, squire….we just fucked about for a while. Wrote some songs. But not, like, real songs. Just some dumb shit about hann’s chin or whatever.” He giggled as he spoke. “Then I went to mum’s for dinner. Louis was there. Dad was there. Bunch of people. Cake.” He pointed to the slice of cake that they were sharing. “That’s where this comes from.”

She nodded, chewing slowly, her mouth too full to speak.

“And…that’s it. Came straight here.”

She set down her fork, moving the plate back to the night stand. Matty wasted no time in scooting closer to her and closing the small gap between them where the dessert had been.

“What’d you wish for when you blew out the candles?”

“Doesn’t telling people kinda ruin it or something?”

“I’ll keep it a secret. It’s only me.” She insisted, gently, batting her eyelashes at him.

She reached over to him and pushed a stray curl out of his eyes. Matty’s skin prickled with goosebumps. His breath catching in his chest. He leaned forward and grabbed onto her waist,

“I wished for this cunt.” He placed a small kiss to her clothed crotch. “To be between your legs. All night long.” She chuckled, pushing him off to look into his eyes. “No, seriously. Tell me. What does a man who has everything he’s ever needed, and the means to buy anything that he wants, wish for on his 35th birthday?”

Matty blushed, evading her eyes. “I….wished for a very quiet, very steady year where I just get to make music with my friends.“

It was an understandable wish after the year that he’s had. “Simple.” She smiled. “ I like it.”

Matty placed his head in her lap. “ just to be real, by the way, I haven’t got everything.”

“Hmm?”

“Just now you said ‘everything he’s ever needed.’ I haven’t got everything. Not everything.”

She knew what he meant. “Matty-“

“And some things…I can’t buy with money.”

“Matty, don’t do this-“

He didn’t seem to be listening. His eyes blinked slowly, feeling her fingers run through his hair

“Nothings ever going to beat that one birthday.” She knew which one he meant. But it was two years ago.

“Why are you-“

“You dumped me.”

Her hand stopped, frozen in place. She felt the air get sucked out of the room. Out of her lungs. She didn’t know what to say.

“Anyway, could I please fuck you now? Please?”

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut #matty healy angst #matty35 #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x reader #matty healy x oc

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madameaug · 4 months

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But My Mommy Said No || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook & Peanut (OC) ft. Jennette

I'm sure we've all seen this tik tok . This kid knows wassup. Peanut is slightly aged up in this fic. She's gonna be around the same age as the little boy, so I'd say three. Italics represent Korean

None of the pictures are face claims for Peanut/Jennette/Jungkook <3

Jungkook mindlessly bent over to pick up the pieces of doll clothing in the loft. The loft, his designated man cave, was now where Peanut's toys were stored. His Xbox wasn't even plugged up, because he didn't want to risk his precious Peanut tearing it up. With the days passing she was only getting faster and faster in her walk. Meaning she could get into to trouble quickly if he or Jennette wasn't watching.

"Peanut cup."

"Yes."

Peanut peaked her head out of Jungkook and Jennette's shared bedroom.

"Come here. I have something for you."

Her dark brown eyes lit up, hearing Jungkook had something for her.

"Present?"

She learned over trying to get a look at what Jungkook held behind his back. Peanut could barely hold her excitement.

"Lollipop! I got it for you."

Peanut looked at the red lollipop as if it was a vegetable. She babbled, her face carried with unease. Jungkook expected Peanut to thrust her tiny body into his arms will appreciation, before slobbering down the lollipop. Instead she took two small steps backwards.

"I can't have that." She looked at her father. "My mommy said I can't have that."

"But I'm your dad. I said you can have it."

That did little to ease Peanut's concerns. She rejected the lollipop.

"I'm in charge around here. You can have the lollipop."

"I'mma choke."

"Peanut cup, you can have it daddy promise."

"I'mma choke."

"I'll watch you, okay. You're not gonna choke."

The little girl shook her head. It wasn't typical for Peanut to have candy. It wasn't something that they used to reward her for good behavior. Jungkook could count on both hands the amount of times he's seen Peanut with candy, since she's been alive.

For a second Peanut hesitated. In her three-year-old mind, she really wanted to eat that lollipop. But the stern warning she got from her mommy was ever so clear.

No candy, especially no lollipops. I don't want you to choke. Mommy would be so sad.

For what little she could understand, Peanut didn't want her mommy to be sad. Nor did she want to experience choking.

"I don't wan it."

"Why not?" Jungkook was asking for entertainment purposes. Peanut was standing her ground and was not going to take the lollipop. Jennette's influence was clear.

"Cause my mommy said no."

"But I'm in charge of mommy. I make the rules not her."

With the same look of determination, Peanut stood firm. She does not let her father's temptation get her in trouble with her mother. In true Peanut fashion, she turned around and walked away from her father. Running back into their bedroom, doing who knows what.

#bts #jungkook #madameaug #black oc #jungkook family imagines #jungkook x jennette #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #family imagine #jungkook x oc #jungkook x black oc

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kayyybenson · 1 year

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Family Time - Rafael Barba

"Mami! Look what I drew!" Elena ran over to me to the best of her ability. She showed me her little toddler drawing of our family. "That one is you," She pointed to someone in a purple shirt, "This one is Papa." She pointed to the person in the red shirt next to me, "And there is Carlos, and that one is Cammi!" She gave me a wide smile, obviously proud of herself.

"Awe, sweetie it's amazing, let's hang it on the fridge." I took it from her and put it on the fridge next to Camila's report card. "Papa is going to love it." Something hit me in the arm and I turned to stare at the culprit. "What did I say about playing with that hockey puck in the house? You're going to break something."

"But mamá, the big game is tomorrow and it's raining outside." Carlos frowned when I picked up the puck and placed it on top of the fridge.

"Go play on the Xbox. I just bought you a new game."

"Camila is playing the Sims on it."

"Tell her that I said to come out here and play with Elena," He mumbled an okay before going to get his twin. "What are we going to do with these two?" I kneeled down at Elena's height and pinched her cheek. She giggled and wabbled off, mumbling some broken Spanish. I got up to start making dinner when I was placing the conchas in the oven I was whacked in the back of my head. I heard a gasp before someone said.

"Carlos, you got her right in the head Cabrona."

"Hey! We do NOT use that language in this house! Especially on your sibling!" I whipped around. "No matter how much of a Cabrona they are!" The door front door opened and the twins ran out of the room, going to their father. I grabbed one of the Nerf guns they left on the floor and chased them, I rounded the corner and aimed the gun at Rafael.

"Woah, triple teaming me?"

"State your name and purpose." Camila lifted her fake crossbow.

"Rafael Barba, I'm coming home to my family that seems to be out for blood." He chuckled.

"Baja tus armas novatos." The kids lowered their weapons and ran back to their room. "Welcome home my love." I kissed his cheek and walked back to the kitchen.

"Let me guess, that was the twin's idea?"

"They wanted to use water guns. Be happy I hid them."

"How were they today?" He wrapped an arm around my waist, but I pushed him away.

"No hugs until you've changed. And considering they've only been home for 2 hours, pretty good. Nothing is broken and I'm still sane." He chuckled and went to the bedroom to shower and change.

"Mamá, how much longer until dinner is ready?"

"Now," He reached for a Concha but I smacked his hand away. "No, you're eating all of your dinner first." I placed the bowl on the table and called to dinner, everyone came running, and Elena tumbled but got back up.

"Mami! Dinner!" I chucked and helped her climb into her little booster seat.

"That's right baby, dinner." I took my seat and we all passed the bowls of food around, filling our plates.

"Mamá this is amazing!" Camila smiled,

"Yeah, better than Dad's cooking."

"Hey!" The kids giggled and I smiled. It's nights like these that make me happy, the ones where the family would sit around and just be a family.

#law and order svu #svu #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you

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ellequarius · 2 months

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Hey heyyy!! I have a success storyyyy. So I was the anon that asked you what to do on Feb 4th about my family being separated and I wanna tell you what’s happened over the past few days! Okay so what I did is i created an aff tape w jus two affirmations of me saying “I have my desired home life” and “Everyone is getting along so well” I would listen to it over night (but I didn’t do that often bcs I hate wearing headphones to sleep) I would listen to a sub by Lotusmi and affirm while listening to that as well. And the first day I was really motivated, then as time when on i affirmed less and got unmotivated as I wasn’t seeing movement. I started getting anxious because my mom and her bf were arguing, he would sleep in the living room, and his kids (who weren’t talking to me for a month already) still weren’t talking to me. BUT I persisted! Even when I actively heard them yelling and arguing I would just affirm a few times and then move on. The past few days my mom and her bf have been getting along better than usual. They’ve been sleeping in the same bed and I haven’t really heard any arguing! Anywho fast forward to yesterday. The day started as it usually did w the boys not speaking to me (which rlly took a toll on me btw because they are kinda like my first siblings bcs all my other siblings were older and starting their own families as I was growing up so having them around is fun until they started ignoring me for a month ago bcs I snitched on them bcs they were beating me up baddd, punching me, slapping me, I even had bruises at one point) anywho like I said they weren’t speaking to me but my mom and her bf seemed to be on good terms. So my mom, her bf, and his mom went out to the bf’s show bcs he’s in a band and he had a performance that night. So usually they give us money to order pizza and that’s what the boys did. When the pizza came they didn’t even come up to tell me, the younger of the two texted me on snap, the older one had me blocked on snap and messages💀. Anywho and instead of eating at the table like they were supposed to they just took it to their room and ate it. And after they went up I went down, got my slice, and went in my room to get mine. I was upset about that but I just kept affirming and persisting. Anywho so a couple hrs go by, I go get in the shower, started playing some video games and was just minding my business frl frl. Then the older one of the two messaged me on Xbox out of the blue and said something about a time we versed each other on a video game a couple weeks ago. I started texting back and long story short he was like let’s go again. I was like IGHT BETTTT. Anywho so we versed each other again and the first time we did it he didn’t even speak to me and had his mic muted, but this time he started talking first and then I started talking and we kept playing till it was over. Now I did lose (40 something to 2) but we not finna speak on that bcs I don’t play that game frl frl🙄. Anywho by that time the adults had already came back, so when we finished the 1v1 he went to his dad and started telling him abt it and I went in the room and defended myself and what not and it was like how it was before. Anywho long story short I’m going to continue to listen to the affs and sub for a few more days jus cuz! Thank you for your advice and to anyone else who is manifesting something PERSISTTTTTTTT plssss😫!

(Sorry for this long ass story😭)

this is my first anon success story!!

i'm glad my advice worked for you and I really don't mind the long asks, i actually enjoy reading them!

#loa affirmations #loa #sammy ingram #neville goddard #manifesting #edward art #loa tumblr #void state

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ohtobeleah · 11 months

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She comes to him during her first break up and he’s ready to beat up this 16 year old high schooler for her.

Terms of Endearment Masterlist & Terms of Endearment // Natasha x Rhett

Oh. It’s one of those times when Rhett’s actually in North Island for a while. He comes and goes. He’s got shared custody of the twins and this time it just seemed easier to come to them and Phoenix than it did to ship em off to Wabang.

Co-parenting is easy when the love of your life is the mother of your children. But don’t tell Phoenix Rhett said that. He’ll deny deny deny.

“Hey Ace—“ Rhett’s smiling that signature half smile of his as he comes through the back door like he owns the place, two ratbag twelve year olds run in and past you straight into the living room. That’s where your little ratbag can be found—like Nicky Bradshaw, playing his Xbox.

“Hey Cowboy.” It’s the all consuming scent of sandalwood and cedar that encompass you in Rhett’s warm embrace. “What are you doing here? Nix didn’t mention you were gonna be in town?” Rhett just grumbles into your neck all the while he rolls his eyes.

“Oh I wasn’t holding my breath she would—“ It’s the slight rose tint that creeps across Rhett’s stubbled cheeks that gives him away without a single word. “Is she ever happy to see me?” You can’t help but to chuckle as you pat his chest three time sympathetically. Phoenix and Rhett were complicated to say the very least. But their love was undeniable and unapologetic.

“No comment—“ Is all you reply before Rhett’s taking off down the hall. He’s in search of a particular soul, an extension of you that Rhett just adores like she was his own. “She’s down at the beach Rhett.” You don’t even need to say her name because Rhett knows you know who he’s looking for. “Her and Nathan broke up on Tuesday so she’s been a little off this past few days.”

Rhett froze in his tracks, that’s probably why Riley asked if he’d be over anytime soon. That’s probably why he missed a random call on Wednesday night while he was out trying to forget about the fight he and Nix had over her Dads birthday party Rhett wasn’t sure he could make it to this year.

“Can I take the Bronco real quick?” You didn’t have to ask where Rhett was going or why he needed the Bronco. You already knew—he was going to go see Riley down at the beach. For a guy who couldn’t swim Rhett Abbott sure loved to watch Riley Bradshaw surf.

“Sure thing, it’s in the garage.” With that, Rhett’s setting off on a little mission of his own. He has this thing where he gets older but just never wiser, so he would with ease punch a sixteen year old kid in the throat if it meant Riley felt some sort of relief for the pain that filled her chest. Bradley Jake and little Odette who wasn’t so little anymore we’re all on separate deployments.

Jake was down under stationed in Townsville, Riley’s breakup with her first real boyfriend (or the love of her damn life as she claimed) happened smack bang in the middle of his three month stint. Bradley was overseeing a strike force in the North Atlantic and Odette was on her first major deployment…. In Bosnia of all places. Something told you her uncle Pete had something to do with that.

So, Rhett took it upon himself to wait on the dunes. He knew that Riley had spotted him a few waves back but she wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the water anytime soon. She was raised in a family that lived and breathed the U.S Navy. Her mother, her father, her uncles and aunts were all Navy. It only made sense that whenever they were a million miles away she felt closest to them in the ocean.

“Hey kiddo.” Rhett smiled a half crooked grin Riley’s way as he watched her place her surf board down. “Saw you catch some pretty big waves out there.” Rhett hated the ocean, you’d never catch him in it unless it was life and death and even then he’d probably be drowning.

“Yeah, I thought maybe one of them would take me out and put me outta my misery—“ It’s the nonchalant shrug that had Rhett raising an eyebrow at your middle child’s mental stability. “But I guess I’ve gotta tough this one out.”

“What did the two of you break up over exactly?” Rhett’s asking as cautiously as he can. He doesn’t know what raising a girl is like—a boy world is the only world that he knows.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Riley sighs a little deeper than normal as she picks her board back up and makes her way back over to where Rhett had parked her dads old Bronco.

“You sound like your sister Rils.” Riley just freezes. Her and Odette couldn’t have been more similar yet so different. Riley hated being compared to Dot, she was her own person with her own feelings. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Oh my gosh, fine!” Riley doesn’t mean to, but her heart hurts too much for her to keep her emotions regulated and in check. She drops her surfboard down onto the sand and turns back to Rhett. “I got dumped because I wouldn’t put out alright!” It ignites a fire in Rhett’s chest that he won’t ever be able to extinguish. Riley was only sixteen. “And now all the guys in my drama class call me Sanda D because our film assignment is Grease this semester and I don’t understand how any of that means anything because I thought he really liked me but I guess I just—“

“The guys in your drama class are giving you shit?” Rhett frowns like it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He’s bending down to pick up the surfboard, making sure there’s no damage from the sudden fit of adolescent female rage. If Riley was anything like you there was a fire simmering on the inside. She just had more control.

“That’s what you took from that?”

“Yeah well it’s just high-school clearly changed a hell of a lot since I was there.” Rhett, in that very moment was thinking back to the time he had fished Bob out of the trash can near D block after some idiots on the football team turned Bob on his head for being in the schools production of The Importance of Being Earnest.

“Mum said you didn’t even finish high school?” Riley rolls her eyes as she continues on her path towards the Bronco. It’s now Rhett who’s glued in his place. How in the ever living fuck?

“How the fuck does she know that?” It’s the fast pace hop, skip and jog Rhett does with Riley’s surfboard under his arm that has her chuckling.

“I dunno?” She shrugs. “But the point is, I got dumped for having self respect.”

“Look Riley—“ Rhett doesn’t know how to parent girls, hell he doesn’t even really know how to parents his own kids let’s alone give parental advice. But he does know how to be a friend. “I know it probably feels like to world is ending but I can assure you it’ll keep spinning.”

“Gee thanks, I’ll log that one away for when I feel like jumping out of he nearest second story window.” Rhett doesn’t know how to compute what Riley just said. He knows she’s kidding—but at the same him he feels like taking her to the hospital for a involuntary admission to the psychiatric ward. “I know, guys are dumb.”

“We are.” Rhett knows he probably isn’t the best role model when it comes to relationships. “But most importantly that Nathan guys a dickhead if he thinks he’ll get far going around degrading young girls like that.”

“It’s fine—“ Riley’s trying to shrug it off. “I just thought I meant more to him than I did, that’s why I’m so frustrated.” Rhett knew exactly what Riley meant when she said that. “It’s hard having perfect parents with a perfect fairy tale relationship, makes you just want to mimic that.” You had always been very vocal about instilling self worth on your girls. They deserved to know how valued they truly were, to never settle for anyone less than, for anyone who wouldn’t treat them with respect. “I thought he was the one—“

“You’re sixteen—go egg that guy’s house or something.” Rhett chuckled to himself as he placed Riley’s surfboard on the racks on the top of Bradley’s prized Bronco. “Or give me his address and I’ll go egg his house myself.” Riley, even if she was only sixteen, could appreciate her uncles recklessness and zero to death row attitude about her ex boyfriend. She knew that if her dad were here he’d be livid, irate if she told him the truth about her breakup, what had been the foundation of the relationship ending. She was his little girl, his princess. “No daughter of Y/n Bradshaw is gonna go about her life thinking she deserves that kind of treatment.”

But to Rhett Abbott, Riley Carole Bradshaw wasn’t just a princess who needed to be reminded of her own self worth. She was as feisty and as fearless as her mother was. Rhett saw a hell of a lot of you in little Riley. Maybe even more than he saw in Odette nowadays. She was off flying multimillion dollar fight jets, so it was just Nicky and Riley.

“We can’t egg his house Rhett, mum would kill us both.”

“You tell your mother why you got dumped?” Rhett’s raising his brow curiously and when Riley shook her head no, he smirked. “If she knew I can assure you it wouldn’t be eggs being thrown kid—it would be bloody rocks.” He just stops and sighs and looks at Riley with all her heartbreak and all her rage. “C’mon get in the truck.” And that’s exactly what Riley does. Wrapped in a towel she sits in the passengers seat of her dads trusted Bronco she knows he will be pissed about Rhett driving around town without a care in the world.

“Hey Rhett?” Riley’s asking as the old radio played. She wanted to change the subject. Riley was already in the process of excepting her fate for when you found out you’d egged your ex’s house with dear old Uncle Rhett.

“Yeah?”

“If you and Nix love each other so much, how come you guys aren’t together anymore?”

“It’s completely kid.” There was a time where Rhett was pretty convinced that it was better to live together than to die alone, but in the years he’d fallen in and out of love with Natasha Trace, he came to trust in the ideology that love is without boarders or bounds. For him and Phoenix, their love was as unambiguous a sign of true love that any of you had ever seen.

It just wasn’t cookie cutter clean. “It’s just complicated.”

“She used to fly with your brother, didn’t she?” Riley never really asked about anything, she was somewhat of a wallflower. But she was sixteen now, a teenager with questions and queries about the past present and future. “Is that how you guys met?” And there’s always been a part of Rhett that was too stubborn to believe he could ever really find a women like Natasha. It’s part of the reason why he didn’t have her now.

“Sure is, before Rob died, I came out here to help your ma with a couple of issues she was having.” Rhett still to this day couldn’t really talk about Bob without wanted to throw his first into the nearest wall. “He asked me to come help, and that’s when I met Nixy.” Rhett had a feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach that he just couldn’t ever let go of. He was afraid—afraid that it had never actually been Rhett Phoenix was in love with, but that it had always been Bob.

“If we asked, do you think she’d come egg Nathan’s house with us?” Riley asked as cautiously as she could, she saw Rhett’s grip on the steering wheel tightening. She saw his jaw clench back a few tears as he cleared his throat.

“She’d want her own damn carton Rils.” And he was just the consolation trauma prize.

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#terms of endearment // Natasha Trance x Rhett Abbott #terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #top gun phoenix #top gun maverick imagine #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction

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yurrfttboyy · 1 year

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This is Sean, my older brother. He and my dad found out I am a fag, and they’ve been teasing me nonchalantly and making derogatory remarks ever since. It’s mostly just “jokes”, so I haven’t been taking them too seriously.

I brushed it off, until Christmas came. My brother had a few nice presents under the tree from my dad, but I had only one, a small pink box with a sparkly bow. On Christmas morning my brother opened up a new laptop, a hover board, and several games for his Xbox. Once he had finished opening his, they both turned to me with big smiles and told me to open mine.

I opened the package, and couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it. I could hear my brother snickering as I stared at the contents of the box with disbelief. “What do you think bro? Dad and I both picked it out for ya” he teased, but I didn’t know what to say. I was speechless. It was a small pink chastity belt, and all I could do is wonder why they would get me something like that.

“Well, what do you say, boy? I bought you that as a gift, are you grateful?” My dad said, interrupting my thoughts.

I quickly scrambled to answer, “Yes sir. Thank you sir” I said, knowing it’s always best to agree with him.

“That’s more like it” my dad replied.

“Why don’t you go put it on? You can do it right now. We need to see if it fits.” My brother pried, causing my father to chime in.

“Yeah, I want to see it on you! Go put it on, and make sure to bring the keys back” my dad said, and I knew what I was going to have to do. I dropped my head and went to the bathroom to put it on. I had to find a video on YouTube to find out how to even put it on, but after a few minutes I figured it out.

I came back out and showed it to them, like my dad requested, and my brother was on the floor laughing in hysterics. My dad took the keys from me and gave them to my brother, telling him to make sure to put them up in a place I’d never find them. My brother eagerly took them, and my life was forever changed from that moment on. I spent the rest of Christmas Day smelling and massaging his feet while he played his new video games, and I couldn’t be happier by the end of it.

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sharlmbracta · 4 months

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CONTENT WARNING: everyone is ruined. Stereotypes everywhere. this shit is so bad it turns a whopping 360 it turns good

cherry-picking chapters are encouraged yes

arranged for myself the funniest excerpts from the funniest chapters i deemed so

if someone else somehow clicks to my horrible tastes as well. then uh. hell yeah.

Chapter 1:

“Zuko? What are you doing?” he asked upon seeing the prince loading up a dinky little ship that looked totally out of place beside the naval fleet.

“I’m going to capture the avatar and restore my Xbox privileges,” Zuko decreed. Shortly thereafter, the plank lifted, and Ozai could only stare in disbelief as the ship pulled away from the dock.

“Goodbye, Father!” Zuko shouted, waving at him from the deck of the ship as he grew smaller and smaller — further away with every passing second.

Chapter 38:

“THEIR,” Ozai screamed.

“WHERE?”

“AZULA’S PRONOUNS…” Ozai passed out on the bathroom floor.

“My God, his whole personality was in that beard,” Steve realized. “His whole ideology. The core of who he is…” He panicked, and it dawned on him what he had to do. “I’ve got to keep him drugged until it grows back.”

Chapter 45:

The door burst open, and Jet walked in, his mouth wheat rippling menacingly in the breeze. Zuko wondered about that mouth wheat whenever they encountered each other. Did he put the same wheat in his mouth every day? Wouldn’t it get soggy after a while? If not, then where was he finding wheat in Ba Sing Se? Was he at least washing it before he put it in his mouth?

“I’m telling you, these people are firebenders!” he cried for the sixteenth time since Zuko and Iroh had started working in the tea shop. The wheat bobbed in his mouth. Zuko had never seen Jet without his wheat. Why did he always have it? Was it like a pacifier? Did he just like the taste? Did he take it out to eat? Did he eat in the first place? Was Jet even human?

Chapter 49: Short Feng

The pair of Dai Li agents thrust Long Feng forward, and he fell on his face at Azula’s feet. She reached down and placed a hand on his forehead like she was about to Amon away his bending (seriously, did they just never explain how Amon could do that?)

Instead, a transformation took place. A blinding light shooting out from his body, Long Feng shrank and compressed like he’d been put in a trash compactor where he belonged. When the light faded, he was no longer Long Feng.

Chapter 51:

Suddenly, Ozai heelied into the war room, wearing shutter shades, a mesh crop top that said “my eyes are up here (only Steve is allowed to look at my abs),” and booty shorts that said “heelies to escape my feelies” on the ass.

“I’m so tired of formal wear,” he remarked, climbing onto the throne. Unused to his new heelies, he nearly tripped going up the stairs.

“Dad… why…” Azula groaned, covering her face with her hands. She couldn’t look. Maybe one day, she would be a powerful enough firebender to burst into flame on the spot just so she wouldn’t have to deal with this.

Chapter 3:

“Fire Lord Ozai is no more! From this day forward, I shall be known as… Fucking Fire Lord Ozai!” he announced, and the crowd went bonkers.

“Sweet, does that mean that I’m the Fucking Princess?” Azula piped up again.

“No, dumbass. I just told you that you get to be the regular fire lord,” he barked.

Chapter 4:

Without any warning, somebody kicked through the door like the beginning of the timeless masterpiece that is the first Shrek movie.

“Father, I have captured the avatar!” Zuko announced. “Where’s my Xbox?” He turned to the bald little kid lingering behind him. “Oh, yeah, Aang, meet my dad, and Dad, this is Aang. Where’s my Xbox?” he repeated obnoxiously.

“Nice to meet you, Mister Fire Lord,” Aang said pleasantly.

Chapter 14:

Ozai clambered to his feet, and held the noodle picture up against the wall, across from the pile of hay. “I think I’ll put it right here. How does that look?”

“I like it. I’ll come visit again, and I’ll bring real food next time. And I won’t make fun of you, either,” Aang promised. “See ya!”

“Thanks, kid.” Ozai cracked a weary smile for perhaps the first time since his imprisonment. Perhaps the noodle fanart would ward off the ghost.

Chapter 22:

“Okay, Silent But Deadly, do your thing,” Ozai commanded.

Silent But Deadly inhaled deeply, his third eye glowing. A sudden explosion tore the room into fragments, the deafening boom setting off car alarms and making dogs bark several dimensions over. Azulon’s guts sprayed everywhere. It was metal as fuck.

“What the hell?” Ozai screamed to make himself heard above the ringing in everyone’s ears. “That wasn’t silent!”

Chapter 24:

“I know you’re looking to find out what’s in the attic,” she said. “Your mother doesn’t want me to tell you this, but it’s her stash. It’s no normal pot, though. It’s a strain she cultivated herself called Waxy Meatball Frozen Zipper. She doesn’t want you two smoking any because it’s extremely rare and hard to grow, not to mention that you have to be a level 57 anarchist to use it to teleport like she does.”

“Use it to teleport?” Azula echoed. “That’s what all this was? So she wasn’t a hallucination all those other times?”

“She was real, all right.” June disappeared back into the rafters. “Ask her for some once you’ve thrown bricks at a few more banks. See you guys at dinner.”

Chapter 23 (cw politics(?)):

Iroh t-posed in the middle of the battlefield, levitating menacingly. Time slowed around him. He really hated to invoke his god-powers, but things were getting ridiculous. “Why can’t I just run my fuckin’ tea shop in peace?” he sighed quietly, then with a roar, he announced, “I DECLARE THE FIRE NATION TO BE A CAPITALIST-COMMUNIST ANARCHO-FASCIST STATE. AND I WILL BE LEADER.”

The fighting stopped. “Dude, all right, sounds good to me.” Zuko tossed aside the fifteen guns he’d brought out of his gun room.

Chapter 52:

Ozai was considering hopping inside to get a milkshake, but just then, the avatar rolled up in a slick black Mercedes. Aang flicked off his sunglasses, tore off his shirt, and slammed the car door shut. “Do you want to fucking go, old man?” he challenged him. “Do you want to fucking go inside and discuss this over a lovely meal instead of resorting to violence?”

Ozai wished that he, too, could slam his car door in a display of masculine fury, but the minivan door glided shut calmly. Ozai tore off his shirt, circling the avatar. “I will fuck you up!” he threatened. With all that fire burning, it was hot out, and he really wanted that milkshake. “Let’s settle this like men! Over a menu!”

Chapter 1:

“Wait! It was just a joke! I’ll give you your Xbox back! Please! Come home, son!” he yelled from the shore. “Please…”

A single tear slid down his cheek. If only he hadn’t been so cruel.

#atla #fic #crack #crackfic #comedy #ao3 #ozai #zuko #azula #ursa #aang #iroh #long feng #azulon #pronouns #heelies #xbox #fic recommendations #(?)#sparky sparky boom man #LONG POST

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sunnixsunshine · 5 months

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Hetalia au where its 2009 and their interests are based on the childhood I barely remember lmao

More under cut :)

Lorenzo took up skateboarding because Alfred likes it. I think what makes em start dating isn’t the skateboarding, its the fact they both religiously love Taylor Swift— but thats not until they’re in the 10th grade! He lives with his grandpa, so does Feliciano, but he often stays over at uncle Antonio’s because he has an xbox lol

If you’ve ever watched Clarence thats the energy I imagine Feliciano to have. Just the hyper weird kid. I imagine he’s that kid who was always moved around in the classroom for disrupting the lesson. He’s got a cute silly crush on Ludwig! But I don’t think they’d date until maybe after highschool, probably in college idk.

Alfred is obsessed with skating! His mom made him join the hockey team when he still lived with her, and from there it evolved into skateboarding. His brother Matthew still lives with mom, even took their new step dad’s name. Doesn’t really talk to Matt anymore since mom remarried and moved to Toronto. Might reconnect in their early 20s.

Ludwig hasn’t figured out he’s trans yet, probably will in late highschool. He spends the school year with his dad Gilbert and grandpa, while in the summer he heads back to his mom’s. This is how its been since he was a baby. His parents never married, mom says it was just a dumb mistake she made when she came across Gilbert in that club. Gilbert says it was the best mistake only because he got an awesome kid out of it. He lives next door to the Vargas boys.

#3 out of 4 of them are trans just so you know lmao #gilbert exposing his child to anime at a young age: yeah this wont cause bullying at all bullying over being into anime isnt a thing in 200 #ludwig watching anime in 2009: father i was pushed in the mud also i heavily related to the main character what does this mean father #hetalia #hetalia fanart #hetalia au #hws 2009 au #hws germany #hws america #hws romano #hws south italy #hws veneziano #hws north italy #hetalia 2009 au

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 11 months

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FNAF Theory: Eclipsedrop & Roxy Will Co-Guardian (And Co-Parent) Cassie...

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this is just a theory, but I believe that it could be possible that both Eclipsedrop (that make up fusion of Sundrop and Moondrop’s different personalities fused together...) and Roxanne “Roxy” Wolf, might end up becoming co-guardians and protectors of Cassie, possibly protecting her from Monty, Chica and Freddy.

I’m not sure if this theory will be 100% true and it is possible it might get debunked once the Ruin DLC comes out on July 2023.

which once again, I got so excited about it, I had forgot that after May, it will be June next....so it will be a bit longer, but once it does become June, then it will be one more month to wait for the free DLC.

which if it does end up on the Xbox One, I hope I can get it for the Xbox One.

so yeah my theory is that Eclipsedrop or we can just call “Eclipse” for short,

and even Roxy, will end up becoming co-guardians of Cassie, it might not be known if Chica will end up becoming Cassie’s guardian...

even if there is the fan theory that she might become one.

but maybe in theory, if Roxy, Chica and Monty do change back into good, because Cassie helped them, then those three along with Eclipsey will have to protect Cassie from Freddy.

so maybe if Roxy and Eclipsedrop starts out as Cassie’s first two guardians and before Chica and Monty are added in once she saves them.

that would make them Mama Roxy & Papa Eclipsey.

cause that makes Monty the cool Uncle and Chica the Sweet Aunt.

if Gregory can get a Adoptive Dad that becomes his FazDad...

then Cassie gets a Wolf-Mama...

I’m not sure if this theory will turn out to be true or not, but it would be nice if Cassie did get some form of protection and isn’t trying to save Gregory on her own, like she was originally going to, but ends up befriending Eclipsey and even Roxy, and the three of them end up befriending and saving Monty and Chica...but aren’t able to do so with Freddy and the four of them have to keep Cassie safe while she tries to find Gregory....

but it could turn out the Freddy chasing Cassie, isn’t the same Freddy...

like there could be a reason for those other Alternate Endings, and the one where Vanessa is free and Gregory had went with her, with Freddy...

that could be the real Friendly Freddy, and the one who wanted Gregory to despicable Vanny, might of been the Bad Freddy...and who tricks Gregory into believing he got a second wind, but really he didn’t....and Moony might of took the real one to a recharge station.

and we might of been playing two versions of Gregory this whole time, well not everyone has to agree with that theory.

but it might explain why there was two of Vanessa in one of the endings, one being in the Vanny outfit and the other on the roof.

and it could turn out the Gregory that Cassie is trying to go save, isn’t really the real Gregory, and the real one is living happy with Vanessa and the Real Freddy that he befriended and was able to reunite with even after the Bad Freddy did fool him for a while, but lucky Gregory got separate from but he is still in the Mega Pizzaplex, and it could be possible that Cassie is in danger.

if Cassie went missing, Gregory might of thought she was at the Mega Pizzaplex.

but it could turn out she fell into that ball pit that let’s you travel through time.

and it takes her a while to get back, because she was being kept captive by Henry Emily, who thought she was Charlotte Emily, like if there was a mini-game, it could have Cassie try to escape Henry, but also find out some dark secrets about Henry that no one would suspect.

it could turn out that Henry was responsible for the missing children, because he wanted his daughter back. or he didn’t cause the missing children incident, but still might have some form of connection to it, even if he might of not meant for it to happen....and how did Charlotte even get outside where William Afton could get her in the first place, and who even kept the Puppet in the box and kept them from keeping Charlotte safe...?

but the green eyes of the puppet in that mini-game, it is like when Circus-Baby’s eyes went from blue to green....

it could mean that the security puppet, might of had Elizabeth’s soul inside it, and Henry knew this whole time.

like the good part that was taken out of Circus-Baby, might of been the part that was Elizabeth Afton, and it was then placed into the Security Puppet that would end up being tasked in protecting Charlotte Emily.

if Gregory and Cassie were robots, or like some form of bio-synthetic humans.

they might of been both based on The Crying Child (William Afton’s Son) & Charlotte Emily (Henry Emily’s Daughter) and at some point the two became adoptive family to each other, becoming brother and sister, and not knowing their true origin.

Cassie worried about Gregory, might have to do with them being either just a friend or a sibling to him.

we wont know their relationship until we see it for ourselves in the ruin dlc.

but it wont show until July 2023, so we will have to wait.

I still like the idea about Roxy & Eclipsey Co-Parenting Cassie, and both of them becoming her guardians, but we don’t know if they will or not and we can only guesses and theories.

guess we could see this as a Eclipsey x Roxy Ship, and now they have a daughter. XD

also I am only placing the “No One Is Allowed To Reblog This” Note, on certain posts, because of someone seeming to ignore the “Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission” and end up making me feel not too happy yesterday...

so this one will just have the “Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission”...

anyway I’m going to go watch Transformers Animated, I will sign back on later to check out some more stuff on here...and after that, I’m going to watch Transformers Prime and then RWBY...like I had plan to yesterday, but ended up going to bed a bit early because I was feeling not happy because a certain reason....

anyway hope some like this theory about Roxy and Eclipsey becoming Cassie’s guardians and technically Mama-Wolf & Papa-Eclipse.

#fnaf theory #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin dlc #cassie fnaf #eclipsedrop fnaf #sundrop fnaf #moondrop fnaf #roxanne wolf #roxy fnaf #co-parenting #guardian #mom and dad #adoptive family #may 2023 #do not reblog without permission

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zzoupz · 1 year

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oc questions !!! feel free to answer all or none :))

1. tell me about your favorite! (/pos)

2. tell me about your least favorite! (/pos) (stinky awful garbage man *gender neutral)

3. anything living in your head rent free? story concept, single scene without context, oc concept you wont get around to making?

4. tell me about your favorite relationship (friendship included!) between ocs!

5. do you have a favorite oc name? what is it and how'd you get it?

6. anything driving you truly batshit? going insane over them?

7. tell me something sad about an oc!

8. tell me something sweet about an oc!

9. any ""retired"" ocs you still think about?

10. pick a favorite character n tell me three songs you think theyd like!

hihi! sorry this is a bit late I want to get back on my pc for this

1. oh damn I have multiple favorites! I think ones that I enjoy the most (at the moment) are them

(yellow: Lee Harrison | blue: Bryan Dickinson)

they are basically a (in the 2000s) newbie punk band formed by two friends who are like brothers to each other. they bonded over both having not so great families (not like tragic-backstory awful but yknow. the average traditional family)

yeah I still can't figure out what their band name would be. yeah since 2020. sorry. such is life.

while they're not the ones I've wrote the most about, as in not much at all, I just really like them :)

2. Bartholomew. I used to like him then I realize how generic he is so I hate him now (/j) (yeah I actually do want to post about him less though)

3. been thinking about the dynamic normal human x immortal who finds them in every life. so simple and common but I go insane over it every time. I think it would be fun

4. ohohohoho man ok here are some in no particular orders

Time & Denial core, Denial/Dan (black hair, also the last image) is by @/ akamavarii

they were basically our coresonas, but they've became their own characters at this point so I think it counts

friends who commits OSHA violations together!!!

they share 1 brain cell and takes turns over it like an Xbox (quote from ami himself)

Iandithas & Lumeous (if you noticed one of the name changed its bc I did)

a bard & a wizard duo who are retired and are now a shopkeeper & a chemist

its funny I care about them this much bc Lumeous was supposed to be a dad and a side character to my other oc and Iandithas was a doodle of a random guy and now they mean the world to me

there have been like 5 people who pointed out that they look like a couple and you're right and I fucking hate that you're right. and they were roommates etc

Overseer / Conqueror

this one is new very obviously but I've been thinking about them for a LONG while.

friends to lovers to enemies heehoo heehoo heehoo heehoo heeh

can you tell I like it when queer relationships

5. Fakzky HAS to have my favorite origin. fun fact there's a bot on facebook that would combine the names of their followers (only if they request, don't worry) and it was my source of inspo for my fantroll names in 2020, Fakz is the only one I took completely from it and the post is still there!

6. the 35 awesome and cool animatics that exists in MY mind

7. oh man I don't wanna say something sad :( mostly bc I'm bad at it and it would sound cringe :(

8. I have a plague doc oc and she has 3 pet rats ^_^ they're all named after murderers from the bible but yeah whatever

(Dias Cain Jael in that order btw)

9. hmmm them I think. I make stuff about them way less nowadays but still draw them time to time. Cath is from 2018 and funnily is originally a fusion of two characters. and Danya is from early 2021 when I was just trying stuff out. I made them friends just cuz I think they look like they would do drugs together

10. I have no idea man I created them not know them (I am so so bad at this)

#WOO this takes me like an HOUR #ty for this ask I love talking about characters. even if I'm bad at it #oc stuff #I'm not tagging all of them

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sabakos · 6 months

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more like barack oBUMMER. I mean dude, honestly dude, more like barack "obummer". more like barack oBUMMER dude. dude, honestly dude, more like "barack obummer". I mean dude, honestly dude, more like barack oBUMMER. more like barack "obummer" dude. more like barack "obummer". I mean honestly dude, honestly, more like barack oBUMMER. more like barack obummer dude. more like, honestly more like barack "obummer". dude, more like barack "obummer" dude.

bro, my dad got so pissed about obummer care he says we can't play halo anymore. yeah my dad was so pissed about the new obummer care last night he says I'm not even allowed to play halo. yeah my dad got so pissed about the new "obummer care" bill he told me I wasn't allowed to play halo anymore. yeah, gonna have to cancel this week bro, my dad got so pissed about the new "obummer care" bill that he said I wasn't even allowed to play halo. yeah my dad got so pissed about the new oBUMMER care bill that he took my xbox. yeah my dad is so pissed about obummer care that he told me I'm not allowed to play halo.

bro, what about "ocummer" dude. bro I just thought of this, what about "ocummer". dude, yo, dude what about "ocummer". bro what about "ocummer care". dude dude dude check this out: "ocummer". dude, what if he was barack ocummer. bro, more like barack ocummer dude. what's the answer to number 6 bro. number 6 the hypotenuse or whatever bro. before mrs mcCUMly walks over here dude quick gimme number 6...

bro more like barack "ocummer" though bro. dude more like "barack ocummer". bro, more like, bro more like barack "ocummer" dude

sorry dude I've gotta work today at the fuckin FUCKdonalds bro. yeah my dad made me get a job at the FUCKdonalds cause he's pissed about the obummer care taxes. yeah my dad got pissed about the fuckin obummer care taxes so he made me get a job at the fuckin FUCKdonalds. yeah sorry bro I can't today I have work at the fuckin fuckdonalds bro. fuck man I can't I'm flippin burgers at the fuckin fuckdonalds today bro. yeah my dad got so pissed about the new obummer care taxes he's making me work at the fuckin FUCKdonalds now. bro I can't bro my dad's pissed about the new obummer care taxes so he's making me work at the fuckin fuckdonalds now bro.

yeah I'm gonna join the army when I'm older. yeah I'm gonna join the marines when I'm older. dude when I turn 18 I'm gonna join the marines. bro I'm gonna be in the marines when I'm older bro. bro these bitches won't fuck with me when I'm in the marines. bro these bitches won't even fuck with me when I'm in the marines. bro when I'm 18 I'm gonna join the marines. if fucking oBUMMER hasn't disbanded them bro. my dad says obummer's gonna disband the marines. bro I'm gonna join the marines when I turn 18 though bro then none of these bitches will fuck with me. dude these bitches don't even know what they're in store for bro when I join the marines. bro I'm gonna join the marines bro when I turn 18 I'm gonna join the marines.

I don't even care but like, my parents told me they were getting a divorce last night. dude my parents told me they were getting a divorce last night, but I don't even really care bro. bro I heard last night that my parents are getting a divorce. more like DICKvorce I am right dude. hey dude, dude, more like "DICKvorce". dude more like "DICKvorce". my parents told me they were getting a divorce last night bro. yeah my mom says my dad's always pissed off and shit, but he says it's just because of these oBUMMER care taxes. yeah he said it's just because of the oBUMMER care shit bro. bro my dad's always pissed because of these fucking obummer care taxes but he says if romney gets elected it'll all be fine. yeah my dad says he's just pissed about these oBUMMER care taxes and shit dude but if romney gets elected it'll all be fine.

more like barack obummer dude. I mean dude, honestly, more like barack obummer. more like fucking barack obummer dude. bro more like barack obummer bro. fucking barack obummer, dude. man, fuck barack oBUMMER dude. I mean honestly bro. I mean honestly dude, more like barack obummer. yeah more like barack fucking obummer dude. more like, dude. more like barack obummer dude. bro, frankly, more like barack obummer dude. more like barack obummer.

lol cummer in my bummer

#....max?#or a *very* dedicated impostor

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the-quasar-hero · 9 months

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I brought my Xbox to the school so I could host a video game tournament with my students. The majority of them are girls who don’t really play games let alone fighting games. But one student took to it like a hungry shark in a tank full of whatever kind of fish a shark can easily eat. She was busting out combos and going toe-to-toe with the boys would had played that game before. She even won a tournament. When we dismissed them later her dad came to pick her up and I told him about her gaming prowess. He was surprised since she’d never played games before that day. Now all my students are bloodthirsty for simulated combat.

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jongnorp · 26 days

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WELCOME HOME, BANG JESSE!

You've got the keys, unlock your new world!

NAME. BANG JESSE. DATE OF BIRTH. 20010417. OCCUPATION. LATE NIGHT RADIO DJ. NATIONALITY. SOUTH-KOREAN.

FREE FORM.

》 jesse was born the baby of your stereotypical little four person family - mom, dad and older sister. his childhood was normal and incredibly unremarkable, to the point where jesse himself doesn’t remember much about it. dad spent his days working as an ophthalmologist at the family practice, mom spent most of her days at home, keeping the house in working order when she wasn’t helping dad run the office and his older sister was almost never home. so jesse himself was left to do his own thing, which most of the time turned out to be typical hooligan teenage boy stuff. getting in trouble for skateboarding outside of the local grocery store, ding dong ditching his shitty neighbors house, putting stuff on the train tracks to watch it get crushed by the train that came through town hourly.

》 by the time jesse reached high school was when his parents started to try to get him to crack down on his school work, get him to care about his future even slightly. when talking to him about how he needed to have a 5 year plan in place before he graduated didn’t work, they tried taking his cell phone first, then his xbox and laptop next, then finished with a permanent grounding. unfortunately for them though, none of this worked even slightly. there was nothing they could have done to make jesse care about the future they had laid out for him. all jesse wants to do is make music.

》 as his high school graduation came and went with his parents growing even more increasingly upset with their son's decision to pursue music instead of a career in the medical field like they wanted him to; they promptly decided they were done being parents and kicked him out on his eighteenth birthday. with his sister being overseas and generally unhelpful, jesse took the small bit of savings he had and moved to seoul, couch surfing for the next couple years until he finally had enough to move into a place of his own – a shared room in a home for starving artists (a little on the nose for him but it was a place of his own so he would take it).

》 jesse now works as the late night radio dj for the local radio station and loves every second of it, taking his job very seriously (which is pretty new for him). sure, it’s not exactly what he wants to be doing and working nights has thrown his life all out of whack but he’s away from his parents and is a small step closer to his dream – educating the masses about some actually good music.

#JONGNO:WELCOME #FC: YOON KEEHO

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