#fosters home for queued friends

[rabbits-of-habit]

Bro imagine the reactions of the noahettes and the EMH guys when their s/o can't sleep and all of a sudden hit em with a "would you love me if I was a worm?? 🥺🥺"

You know how often I hit everyone in my life with that? Too often. -Mod Havoc

Evan:

You think he wouldn't ask you this first?

He throws this question at you three times a week at least.

So when you asked him he said yes immediately.

After that the question isn't "Would you still love me if I was a worm" it's "if we were both worms would you still want to worm date me?"

Jeff:

No confusion when you ask and no hesitation when answering you.

Man is half asleep when he answers too so you know its genuine.

I feel like this is a regular occurrence with the both of you which makes this so much funnier.

Every time you ask him after this, he still always says some variation of yes.

Vince:

He was asleep.

Hits you with the huh? Repeat?

When you ask him again he says yes but to please go back to bed.

He pulls you into his arms after that but still answers any random questions you have before passing back out.

HABIT:

He doesn't sleep. So he's awake to answer any of your wacky burning questions.

When you ask him he tells you he'd eat you just to mess with you in your half asleep state.

When you look like you're about to cry he backtracks.

He says he would keep you in his pocket before telling you to go back to bed.

#mod havoc answers #emh #emh x reader #habit emh x reader #jeff emh x reader #vince emh x reader #evan x reader #emh evan x reader #fosters home for queued friends

[steelycunt]

ten books 2 know me!

thank for you the tag @pancakehouse @fruity-individual @serethereal @rollercoasterwords !

-> skulduggery pleasant, derek landy.

starting with this one because this WAS my childhood i was. i never read percy jackson never read twilight read [redacted] and it wasnt even good but my dad thought id like these so he bought me the first skulduggery pleasant one day...oh man oh boy...these were. i was eight queuing up outside a whsmith with a schoolbag full of books for the author's booksigning...also he was so nice ta derek x

-> giovanni's room, james baldwin.

cannot get into this too much before i start wailing and biting and stuff but well. giovanni's room is my favourite book of all time i read most of it. last year in june laying on brighton beach while the sun was going down and i have never recovered from and will you bring me home again / yes. i'll bring you home again since and fear i never will. also! first james baldwin book i read who has come to be an author whose writing style i adore and carry in my mind whenever i try to write something myself.

-> young mungo, douglas stuart.

not the first book i ever cried at but. first book i ever experienced disgusting full body sobs while reading and fierce competitor also for. my favourite book. had to reread so much of those final pages because i couldnt concentrate with all the crying and after that i am so excited to never have to experience the physical chest-aching worry that i did for the duration of reading this. also i think the very quiet way love is written here through. very trivial small things is something i loved very much and that has stayed with me!

-> wuthering heights, emily bronte.

read this when i was about eleven, and then again a few weeks ago with my mum (whose favourite book it is) and it was still so. absolutely sickening i just think its excellent xx and without it we wouldn't have kate bush's 1978 single wuthering heights so xx think on that xx

-> the autobiography of malcom x, alex haley.

when i was a child my younger sister joined a sunday league football team and my dad used to give her a tenner every time she scored a goal. to even things out since i refused to get up at the arsecrack of dawn to contract hypothermia on a frozen football pitch, he started giving me books exclusively on malcolm x to read and would give me a tenner every time i finished one. this one was the first i read and was indeed the first book that ever made me cry at the end xx

-> my brilliant friend, elena ferrante.

so many of these are recent reads because it was only jan 2022 that i made a genuine effort to get back into reading for leisure and mbf is no different but well. the way friendship is written here is just unhinged and incredible and the series in general so far has been. there is nothing like it i fear

-> the raven boys, maggie steifvater.

gansey unfortunately.

-> macbeth, william shakespeare.

okay i know i know but. when you are studying it in englit class for your gcse it might as well be a book innit. anyway of all the texts i did for english both at gcse + a level macbeth is still my favourite and probably the most effort i ever put into an english essay. special shoutout to frankenstein which i can enjoy in hindsight but unfortunately it fucked me on the exam so out of bitterness it doesnt get a place here x

-> the secret history, donna tartt.

i did inhale this book but also it gets a place purely for being my first exposure to donna tartt's writing and style in general which is so very distinctive and has. undoubtedly had an effect on me for better or for worse we shall one day see but for now. who can say!

-> foster, claire keegan.

it is a little pamphlet of a book at eighty six pages but. i read it just over a month ago and havent properly stopped thinking about it since it was just everything quiet + mundane + understated that makes my brain start sparking and whirring and. im bringing it on holiday in the summer so i can read it again in the appropriate season xx

tagging. but no pressure. @gaewaren @dykefever @emerqldv @fastasyoucan1999 @forlorngarden @writteninverses @boyjoan !!

#also it doesnt quite earn a place but the enemy series by charlie higson? no one ever seemed to read those but that was my fucking last of #us. that was my mazerunner. that was my dystopian YA (bar the hunger games okay yeah i was a hunger games girl wasnt everyone) #considered putting the beatles in their generation on here but managed to avoid it thank god. also no future by matthew worley #which was a dense slog into british punk as a politics and youth subculture but also well i learned a lot about my favourite topic #tag game #reading tag #will b fun to see how i would do this a little while on from now. like what maintains its spot + what gets bumped n stuff

[acaiasahi]

UPDATE!

hi friends! i'm still on a semi-hiatus and this'll be queued up so the timing will be a little silly but my dog is in a great home and will be adopted by the lady who began fostering him. we're really happy about this, he's getting a new home with a yard and lots of love, and we get to see him whenever so we're more than ecstatic.

on the other hand, my other dog is quite older than my pitbull. he's about 14-15 years old now and it's starting to catch up to him. he's having problems with his mobility, so that's the reason why i'm still on hiatus. i'll be on here like before but my priorities are set on my older dog and taking care of him. i hope you all understand and i hope to get more works out to not leave you dry. thank you.

#— jaydi's notes! ୨✩୧ ۫ 📓𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . #— 🍞 queue!

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Can you post some stuff featuring Goo from Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends?

Yes! I have a bunch of stuff in my likes and I'll go search to get her into rotation. Thank you for your patience. I know I told you I would previously, then I got wrapped up in Lesbian Visibility Week and Star Wars Day content.

I've got a gap of time between now and Gemini season, so I'm gonna work on getting her queued up tonight while its fresh on my mind in between events.

#answered #sweetbeautifulqueen #Goo Goo Gaga #Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

[dailyrainbowcharacter]

can you do goo from fosters home for imaginary friends? ((this IS the right place to ask, right???))

queued!! 🌈 ((yep!!!))

#queued rainbow! #🌈

[superpaws478]

Pet Shop Online: A Convenient Haven for Pet Lovers

In the digital age, convenience is a commodity highly valued by consumers worldwide. As technology continues to evolve, industries have adapted to meet the demands of an increasingly online-centric population. One such industry that has seen significant growth in the online sphere is the pet market. Pet lovers, now more than ever, seek convenience and accessibility when it comes to fulfilling the needs of their beloved companions. Enter the realm of Pet Shop Online, a virtual haven for pet owners seeking a seamless shopping experience tailored to their furry friends' requirements.

The Rise of Online Pet Shops:

Gone are the days of browsing through crowded aisles in brick-and-mortar pet stores. The emergence of online pet shops has revolutionized the way pet owners procure essentials for their companions. With just a few clicks, pet parents can access a vast array of products ranging from premium pet food to toys, accessories, grooming supplies, and even specialized healthcare items. This unprecedented accessibility has not only simplified the shopping process but has also broadened the horizons of pet care, offering a plethora of options that cater to the diverse needs of pets of all breeds and sizes.

Convenience Redefined:

One of the most compelling aspects of online pet shops is the unparalleled convenience they offer. Unlike traditional stores, online platforms operate 24/7, allowing pet owners to shop at their convenience, irrespective of time or location. Whether it's during a lunch break at work or from the comfort of home in the late hours of the night, pet parents have the freedom to browse through an extensive selection of products without the constraints of traditional operating hours. Moreover, the hassle of commuting to physical stores, navigating through traffic, and queuing at checkout counters becomes a thing of the past, replaced by the simplicity of online browsing and doorstep delivery.

Variety and Accessibility:

The diversity of products available on online pet shops is a testament to the evolving landscape of pet care. From organic treats to specialty diets tailored to specific dietary requirements, pet owners are spoilt for choice when it comes to selecting the best options for their furry companions. Moreover, online platforms often collaborate with reputable brands and suppliers, ensuring that customers have access to high-quality products that prioritize the health and well-being of their pets. This accessibility to a wide range of products not only empowers pet owners to make informed decisions but also fosters a culture of responsible pet care, where the needs of pets are prioritized above all else.

Personalized Shopping Experience:

In the realm of online pet shops, personalization is key. Many platforms utilize advanced algorithms and user data to curate personalized recommendations based on a pet's breed, age, dietary preferences, and health conditions. This tailored approach not only simplifies the shopping process but also enhances the overall experience for pet owners, ensuring that they find products that meet their pets' specific requirements. Furthermore, online platforms often feature comprehensive product descriptions, customer reviews, and educational resources, empowering pet owners with the knowledge they need to make informed decisions regarding their pets' care and well-being.

Community and Support:

Beyond the transactional aspect, online pet shops serve as hubs for pet enthusiasts to connect, share experiences, and seek advice from fellow pet owners and experts alike. Many platforms feature interactive forums, blogs, and social media communities where pet lovers can engage in discussions, seek recommendations, and share heartwarming stories about their furry companions. This sense of community fosters a supportive environment where pet owners can seek guidance, celebrate milestones, and form meaningful connections with like-minded individuals who share their passion for animals. Additionally, online platforms often provide access to veterinary resources, training guides, and behavioral tips, empowering pet owners to navigate the complexities of pet care with confidence and competence.

The Future of Pet Retail:

As technology continues to evolve, the landscape of pet retail is poised for further transformation. With advancements in artificial intelligence, machine learning, and e-commerce infrastructure, online pet shops are set to become even more intuitive, efficient, and user-friendly. From automated reordering systems that anticipate pets' needs to virtual reality experiences that allow customers to virtually interact with products, the possibilities are limitless. Moreover, the integration of telemedicine and remote consultation services will enable pet owners to access veterinary care and guidance from the comfort of their homes, revolutionizing the way pet healthcare is delivered and accessed.

In conclusion, online pet shops represent more than just a convenient means of purchasing pet supplies—they embody a paradigm shift in the way pet owners engage with the world of pet care. With their unmatched convenience, diverse product offerings, personalized shopping experiences, and vibrant communities, online pet shops have redefined the relationship between pet owners and their furry companions. As the pet industry continues to evolve, one thing remains certain: the bond between humans and animals will endure, strengthened by the endless possibilities afforded by the digital age.

#Super Pets Singapore

[lick-me-lennon22]

George caring for a sick Dhani 💜

(thank you to @pmak2002 for this request!! it was supposed to be just a blurb but I did a little research beforehand and it ended up pretty much becoming a whole fic 😅 oops... either way, I hope you enjoy this one! 💕)

When Dhani wakes up for school on Monday morning, he immediately knows something his wrong. His throat is sore, his nose is runny, and his muscles ache like nothing he's felt before. He painstakingly drags himself out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and heads straight to his parents' bedroom where he finds his mum Olivia still in bed. Dhani notices that the bathroom door is cracked open and cautiously steps inside to find his father, George, brushing his teeth. "Dad..?" he says quietly, voice hoarse. George startles, turning around to see Dhani in his unfortunate state and spits his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, letting the water wash it down the drain before turning the tap off. "What is it, my boy? You sound bloody awful..," he gently presses the back of his hand to Dhani's forehead to assess his temperature. "You seem to be running quite the fever, son- let's get you to the doctor, all right? Just let me finish up in here and I'll be right out to take ye" George says. Dhani nods weakly, coughing into his elbow, and shuffles out of the room. George jumps into action- he swishes and spits some mouthwash, changes out of his sleepwear into a button-up and jeans, and sprints to the car, his son following close behind him and hopping into the passenger's seat.

 

"This is ridiculous.." George mutters under his breath as he walks his son out of the clinic and gets into the driver's seat of his car. They had been able to see the doctor almost instantly upon arriving; he had taken some swabs, run a few tests, and determined that Dhani had contracted the flu: "He probably picked it up from school," the doc had said. When George had requested a prescription of some kind to alleviate his son's symptoms, the doctor simply shook his head: "I'm afraid there isn't much we can do for him. The flu's been going around at many schools, I've seen a lot of children this past week with the same complaints. As it stands, all I can tell you is to give him some over-the-counter medicine, bring him some saltwater to gargle for that sore throat, and be sure he gets plenty of fluids and bedrest." George tried to argue, stating that there must be something he can do to cure Dhani of his illness sooner- but as the doc's hands were tied and George didn't want to subject his son to more stress, he took Dhani by the hand and led him out of the office, through the lobby, and back to the car. "Alright, my boy," George sighs- "seeing that the doctor was no help whatsoever, we're headed straight to the drugstore for anything that'll help you feel better. Sound good?"

"Yeah Dad, sounds good" Dhani croaks out and smiles weakly, glad just to spend some time with his father. Being a famous musician and all, George isnt able to spend as much time with his son as he'd like to, a lot of it consumed by work and media-related endeavors. Dhani admired his Dad more than anyone else in his life and though they rarely got the chance to hang out nowadays, they were practically best friends and had formed a close bond throughout his childhood. George was always a fun parent, bringing his son along to festivals and such ("Don't tell yer mum," he'd say with a grin), and sticking up for Dhani to authority figures and even other kids at his school- he was fiercely protective of his boy. However, he was also a gentle parent who allowed Dhani the chance to explore and express himself, and had fostered a mutual respect between the two of them since his son was but a toddler.

"I'm pulling you from school for the whole week" "But what if I'm- *cough*- all better before then?" "Just in case, Dhani- it's not like you really need them and their indoctrination, anyway.." George grumbles, never having been a fan of traditional schools or their teachings. Dhani however has always cared about his grades and paid close attention to the lessons he's been taught, in spite of what his father thinks. "...Okay, Dad" he says meekly, wanting to protest but unwilling to sacrifice more quality time with his famous father. George pulls into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore and marches in, intent on gathering all the supplies his sick boy could need: tissues, lozenges, cough syrup, pain medication, ice packs, and even more tissues- 'just in case.' He makes his way to the checkout, queuing up, paying for the items and hauling his bags back to the car. He drives Dhani home as quickly as possible, carrying him to bed and tucking him in before calling and cancelling any studio time, interviews, or collaborations he'd previously planned. There's only one committment he can't cancel- dinner with Paul tonight for the first time in ages. George sets his son up with all of the remedies he'd bought and tells his wife Olivia everything about the situation, including the "unhelpful and useless" doctor they had gone to see. She of course agrees to care for Dhani, sending her husband on his way to dinner with one of his long-time best friends.

 

The following day George rises just before noon, having stayed up late to pal around with Macca. He runs the few errands on his agenda, including grabbing his family some lunch, and pulls into his driveway back home where he spots the vehicle of none other than Richard Starkey parked outside. He makes his way to his son's room to discover that Uncle Ringo had come to visit the sick young lad (having found out from Paul that Dhani had come down with a bad case of the flu), joking and cheering him up to distract him from his poor state. The two close friends chat for some time in the living room before Ritchie departs, Olivia checking up on Dhani in the meantime. George thanks his wife and dismisses her from her nurse duties, taking on the responsibility himself. He tiptoes to his son's bedroom cautiously and enterd to see that he's been tucked in, the ice pack George had picked up from the store the previous day resting on his forehead, half-lidded eyes trained onto the telly. "Dhani..?" "Oh- *cough*- hey, Dad"

George approaches the bed and sits down carefully, holding a paper bag out to Dhani. "I brought you a burrito- your favorite," he grins down at his son, who takes the bag: "Really? *cough*- Thanks Dad, you're the best!" he says, hands emerging from the blankets to tear into the treat. George stays sat on the bed, determined to spend time with his sick boy and make sure he knows how loved he is. Glancing around the room at the piano and guitars he's bought and played with Dhani, then back to the young man, Ringo's words from earlier echo in his mind: "He's growing up into such a wonderful lad. He's just like you, ye know- good looks and all."

Olivia had always said they were very alike, but he'd usually dismissed the observation... until now. George couldn't help but realize that they were right- though he was but eleven years old Dhani was already becoming a very talented and creative musician, having learned much about music from his dad. He'd certainly taken after his Beatle father in that regard, and they were in fact very similar- not to mention their near identical looks. Sharing his Dad with the world had been difficult and a bit isolating for Dhani despite his many school mates. He admired and looked up to George from a very young age, always striving to be just like him. As Dhani grew up before George's eyes, he became more and more like his father by the day and George was immensely proud.

His train of thought was broken suddenly when Dhani finished the burrito, crumpling the paper bag and tossing it into the bin. He landed the throw, earning a hearty laugh and a high five from his father. He closed his eyes and laid back, George stroking his hair gently, the two of them cherishing this moment of father-son love. "Are you gettin' sleepy, Dhani?" he asked tenderly- his son nodded in response, already drowsy despite the brightness of the late afternoon sun. "Tell you what- I'll play you a lullaby, that way you can rest easier and know that I'm here beside you." "Dad," Dhani chuckled, "aren't I a little too old for that?" he lied, secretly longing for the affectionate gesture. George grabbed his son's acoustic guitar from its stand and begin to tune it: "You're never too old for yer old man's love and attention, eh? Now you just relax, close your eyes, and rest." Dhani didn't protest any further, heeding his father's instructions with a soft smile on his face. With that, George began to play- he chose "Here Comes The Sun," fingers strumming the strings gently and with care, dedicating the sweet words to his beloved son. By the time he was finished Dhani was fast asleep- grin faltering as he drifted off, but still visible on his lips. George placed the guitar back on the stand gently, taking care not to wake the sleeping lad. He smiled to himself, tears welling in his eyes as he turned to admire his son's peaceful face. "I love you, my boy," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Dhani's forehead before tip-toeing out of the room and shutting the door cautiously. Back pressed against the wooden door, George let his eyelids fall shut and sighed: "Sweet dreams, Dhani." ♡

#beatles fanfiction #beatles fandom #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #george harrison imagines #dhani harrison #beatles fluff #LMLBeatles

[falloutsketchysecretsanta]

so I know that the event is over, but I just had a couple of questions about running a successful event like this. I'm planning an even called Fluffy February, and I was wondering how I could make it work. Some people have shown interest in participating, and I made a side blog for FF but I was wondering if yall had any advice on how to navigate an online event.

There's a few keys to running a successful event. These keys remain true whether its online or meatspace, but accomplishing them can be a lil different when everything is online and no one is in physical proximity to each other.

1) PUT INFORMATION IN A CONSISTENT PLACE FOR PEOPLE TO FIND IT.

Anyone who stumbles across a post related to your event obviously doesn't wanna scroll through the whole blog to find out what it is. Make an info post and pin that to the top of the blog, and link that info post every time you advertise the event so folks can easily find out what it is your event is doing and how to participate. Also mention directly how to get in contact if they have questions. Don't just ASSUME folks will send an ask or IM, TELL THEM TO. Give directions on how they can find out more, and make sure you keep access to that info in mind every time you post.

2) FOSTER COMMUNICATION

We had a team of artists running this event, and as such we all had to keep in contact with each other so we knew who was doing what, what the expectations were, and what our to do list was. To this end, we had Discord as a general communication tool for the team in place about a month before things actually kicked off, with sectioned up channels for people to talk about whatever (fosters community) and for talk about the work we were doing (so we had a specific space for asking advice and seeking clarification.) We also had a google doc that was home to a spreadsheet that kept track of all requests we had received and what actions had or had not been taken (whether an artist had claimed it, if we still needed helpers to dig up references, if the @ tag didn't work when the post was queued and the gift recipient would need direct notification). These tools helped the team know what was going on, and have an avenue through which to ask questions if they got confused. NOTHING SUCKS THE AIR OUTTA AN EVENT LIKE FOLKS NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO. Confusion will kill hype and enthusiasm in a HEARTBEAT. If you have a team of any kind working with you on your event, find the tools that will foster communication between people and keep them feeling certain and engaged.

3) ADVERTISE. PROMOTE. TAG.

You got info up, you got a team that can talk to each other, now it's time to get the word out-- which means posts promoting the event. Promotional posts should be short and to the point-- summarize your event in 2 sentences or less, and either include a link to your info post or say 'more info in our pinned post!'. Include how you'd like people to respond: "If you're interested, send us an ask!" "Help us get the word around by reblogging this post!" Pictures can be your friend in getting folks to pay attention to the writing on the promotion, but be careful that the image isn't obnoxious to scroll past. I'd recommend no taller than 500 pix so it doesnt become a pain if a lotta people reblog it. Think banner, not poster.

If you want your event to show up in tag searches, first be aware that Tumblr made any post containing links impossible to find in the regular search. If you link or @ someone (which is a link), your tags are irrelevant past your internal blog organization. This is where the phrase 'more info in pinned post!' Becomes your friend. The pinned post is findable without a link, folks just gotta click over to your blog.

Second thing to know when utilizing tags is to know Tumblr only cares about the first 5. Pick them carefully. Think of terms people might be searching who would be interested in your event. If its fandom specific, tag it with how you'd search general fandom material. If it could be considered a challenge, tag writing prompt or writing challenge.

Also remember to reblog your own promotion regularly, but not obsessively. Twice a day, when your dash tends to be most active, is a good rule of thumb.

BEST OF LUCK!

[elliot-orion]

Moodboard Monday: Matty and The Lily Pad Inn

Wow two moodboards today?? I’m on a roll! .... well not actually, the one that’s queued for later was meant to be for last monday but I didn’t have the energy to finish it.... whatever. This board is for @homesteadchronicles​ Moodboard Monday prompt “baking!” I never do moodboard mondays but i saw the prompt and just HAD to do one for Matty since they are definitely my biggest baker in the universe (yes, even more than Sparky!)

Matty is from my newest Dark Heart Universe story (currently unnamed...). They are gender fluid, an absolute sunshine child, and by far the biggest mom friend you will every find. But the biggest thing about Matty is that they are the proud owner of the Lily Pad Inn, a bed and breakfast/sanctuary for Villains. Matty runs the inn with their sister, Winnie, and husband, Blue, but really it’s their baby and they are the one who made it the safe haven it is today. They never turn anyone away and always show complete kindness, love and acceptance to every Villain who comes, no matter who they are or what they’ve done.The Supers Association is well aware of the Lily Pad Inn’s reputation for being a home for Villain’s and how at any point in time it’s definitely got at least five wanted Villain’s under it’s roof. But they never try to raid the place. This is partially due to the fact that a magic type Super created shields around the inn property that prevents anyone who wishes harm on the people inside from finding or entering the place. But mostly it’s because Matty takes no shit from anyone, not even One Eye, and trust me when i say you don’t want to make Matty mad. They are the only non-Super person that One Eye is genuinely afraid to mess with. Yep, you read that right, Matty is a normal human, and yet they have stood down the most powerful psychic in the world and told him to fuck right off thank you very much. We stan a queen.

One of the main things Matty tries to do at their inn is create a family. They are of the firm belief that everyone deserve love and a second chance. So the inn is a neutral ground, where no one is allowed to fight, attack, or trigger anyone intentionally. They fully respect everyone’s boundaries and are willing to work with them however they need. They provide clothes, necessities, acceptance, and even rooms that are specifically catered for each person’s individual needs after being charmed by another magic type Super into changing at will for whoever’s name is written on the plate on the door. Those door’s can also only be opened by the person staying there, unless someone is in physical danger inside in which case only Matty, Blue, or Winnie can get in, to give every one of them a place of their own where they can feel truly safe. Matty requires people to attend family meals to foster community and a welcome environment and has Villains help them in the garden, as well as in the kitchen where they cook and bake big homemade meals and desserts every single day (and damn they are good at it, hence the prompt making me think of them!!). They even let their five year old daughter, Jasmine, play with all the Villains no matter how dangerous they are. As a certified EMT, they help anyone who is injured, and Winnie sometimes provides therapy to the Villains who want it, as she’s an (almost) licensed social worker (almost because they don’t count her work at the inn as experience hours since its with Villains so she can’t take the final test, but she’s got all the training needed and would definitely pass it if they’d let her).

Because of how much care and acceptance they find at the Lily Pad Inn, every single Villain that stays there will defend Matty, Winnie, Jazzy, and the inn at at cost... which is part of the reason One Eye stays clear. At least half the Villains in the country have stayed there after all. Many of the thieves who visit, including Sparky, frequently donate... a lot of money so that the inn can stay functioning, which is part of why Matty is able to offer rooms for free. Winnie handles the financials. It’s a really great place, and it’s all because of Matty’s determination.  And... yea!

Tag list: @albatris​ @shadow-maker​ @merigreenleaf​ @ageekyreader​ @knightedwriter​ @norawritess​ @simplesamples​

#matty #lily pad inn #lpi #moodboard #moodboard monday #homesteadchronicles

[rabbits-of-habit]

Firebrand with an anxious, innocent, human..companion? They’re not in a relationship, Firebrand just needs to keep them, and keep them safe, because of some prophetic bullshit- But he’s super protective of them. They have to go stay at Habit’s house because of more prophetic slenderverse bullshit, and Habit..let’s say..takes a real liking to this human..So..I guess Habit being a creep spicy intimidating boy (because wow hot sdhj) with a hint of goofy, and Firebrand being like “Oh my me. What have I done.”

Get it..because he’s a god?

I LOVE THE TERM "Prophetic Slenderverse Bullshit" BECAUSE THATS IT THATS THE WHOLE SLENDERVERSE -Havoc

You've noticed that every time something bad starts to go on in your life it changes direction.

Low on money? Suddenly things are paid for by someone.

Low on food? There's food when you get home from work in your cabinets.

You feel grateful but at the same time, on edge.

Someone's doing this but why? And furthermore who?

It isn't good for the anxiety you already feel on a daily.

It's about two months in when you're having a panic attack about all of this that he shows up rather confused.

He's helped you and you're panicking. He doesn't get it.

He does his best to calm you and explain but it takes...hours.

Firebrand being him, is cryptic the entire time.

He tells you that there are certain things he can't tell you.

So he leaves it at, "I'm here to protect you because I have to."

He decides then that he's sticking around seeing how...anxious and fragile you are.

He's attached to this little human within a week of being around them. He sees them as a companion of sorts besides their arrangement.

Any little threat is immediately dealt with and you barely even notice or know what the threat is.

He won't tell you and you aren't questioning it.

Things change when a man shows up at your door and puts a bag over your head and knocks you out.

When you wake you're in a room with another man you don't recognize.

He's got a grin and a machete in his right hand.

There's dried blood on his flannel coat and you decide it's best to have your oncoming panic attack as silent as possible.

You're panicking while he explains that he had no choice but to take you, "It's all part of the plan."

When you ask what plan he could be talking about he just shushes you and tells you he isn't done talking.

He explains that you and him are gonna be real close with a smug look because its supposed to be like that.

He spends the next weeks giving you the oddest of compliments.

"Your head? Would look fuckin perfect on my mantel."

"You got some pretty eyes I might keep em."

When Firebrand sees this and sees how close HABIT is getting with you he feels a sense of dread.

There's nothing he can do but watch it's a canon event he cannot interfere.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't complain about it the entire time every time HABIT makes some wack ass "compliment".

#mod havoc answers #emh #emh habit #everymanhybrid #everymanhybrid habit #tw #t12 #firebrand tribetwelve #tribetwelve #slenderverse #fosters home for queued friends

[yourfavedeserveslove]

Wilt from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends desevres love

Queued! ❤

#request #Asks

[deadpooly]

forgotten dreams and faded stars

for the @mcu-christmas-exchange

written for @padraigendragon, i combined a few of your prompts and went for an endgame fix it! i really hope i did alright and that you enjoy it! 

I had this queued but it didnt post because it turns out it was in my drafts. a lot went on at home and i got preoccupied and recently remembered that i didnt post your work so here it is!! I apologize for it being late, that is on me 100%

***

When Tony snapped his fingers, he really wasn't expecting anything other than immense pain and death.

And that is exactly what he got.

He snapped and as he felt his breathing get shorter and heart slow down, he watched Peter cry over him and Rhodey give him a sad smile. He listened as Pepper told him it would be alright and he really believes her for the rest of his ending life because he loves her so much.

Then he looks past her and sees the destroyed look on Steve’s face and wishes he had a bit longer to make some things right.

Well, whatever was left to make right. In between the five years they seemed to rebuild the bridge and strengthen it because their friendship became more solid as time grew on. They still had their cold moments but every time after they forgave each other, nothing seemed so bad to keep them apart.

So Tony watched his closet family cry while he drifts away and looks Steve in the eye one more time before he sees him fall to his knees and suddenly Tony’s soul drifts from his body.

It actually felt more like he was being torn from his body. It didn't hurt, it kind of tickled actually, but it's a better analogy than drifting.

Tony Stark loved analogies. Something that he could use to help others understand something bigger. They can be simplified or stretched out and they can be calm and kind or harsh and painful to listen to. But they all get the point across.

When Tony was finally ripped from his body he was still present. He saw his corpse lying a few feet from him but he stood there and watched the scene play out before him. There was a pulling on his very soul trying to tear him from the earth but there was a deep presence of mourning and denial that continued to drag him down. 

It wasn't Pepper. God he already misses her, but she had always respected his decisions regardless of how dumb they were. It wasn't his best friend who had already spent a lifetime with him. And it wasn't Peter who only had a few precious years to get to know Tony. The boy was already too familiar with loss. 

It was Steve. Tony could feel his soul pulling him toward the man who broke down onto his knees and nearly started crying over a won battle.

Tony just looked at Steve and the single tear that cleaned a path down his dirty face. 

He wishes he could go over there and wipe it off his face. He can't though.

He’s a ghost. And that's the easiest way he could put the situation that he is in. Stuck in a world he can't interact with.

***

The first thing Tony noticed was that his soul unconsciously followed Steve Rogers around everywhere. If Tony wanted to go somewhere else, he just couldn't. He was pretty much stuck next to Steve’s side until the man decided he was done mourning Tony Stark.

Steve would go to bed and Tony would be sitting on the floor beside the bedside hoping to fall asleep or entertain himself. Sometimes he fell asleep, other times he somehow still had nightmares.

He attended his funeral, he still doesn't actually know where his body is, but he stood by Steve’s side and luckily he could rest a hand on Peter’s shoulder as the boy cried. He saw Morgan and Pepper together and knew that they were strong and would be alright.

Tony sometimes would forget he’s actually a ghost and would accidentally talk to Steve as if he could hear him.

“Your shoes untied.” Tony snorted and then he remembered he wasn't technically among the living and would huff in annoyance. Steve however would sniff and bend over to tie his shoe as if he heard Tony.

Steve was painting in his room and the canvas was clean except for the short brushes of a light orange dabbed throughout the large frame. Tony couldn't guess what the main object was going to be so he sat on a nearby stool and watched Steve scrunch up his face as he tried to create an image with colors.

“Why are you so complicated?” Steve whispered to the canvas. His arm wasn't raised ready to brush but it was lowered in surrender and defeat. “I could never get you right.”

Tony got up off of the stool and walked over to the canvas and sighed a sad smile.

“You always over analyze, there's a bigger picture and your focusing on the small things, Steve.” Tony dragged a ghost hand over the painting and stared at Steve’s conflicted face. “It looks amazing Steve,” Tony tried to reassure Steve of his painting.

The painting was Tony holding the iron man helmet in a place that looked like an orange heaven.

“Thank you, Tony.” Steve said and Tony froze in place, but Steve still did not acknowledge his astral presence.

***

The day quickly approached where Steve had to return the stones about a week after the funeral. Tony totally forgot that there were death rocks sitting around that needed to be put back. Also, he noticed that the wait was caused by a new healthy and alive Hank Pym creating more particles. Tony watched Steve decline Sam’s help and give his goodbye to Barnes. Then while Tony was expecting to be left behind since he was not in possession of time travel equipment, the machine started and Tony was being dragged along with Steve.

***

First stop was going back to the camp in New Jersey back in the 70s Tony was pretty amused at how horrible Steve was at lying to try to get the stone back where it was, given that he actually didn't know where the tesseract was in the first place. 

Tony would tell him where to go but Steve would go the exact other way because being a ghost sucks. Steve was in a hallway with a bunch of doors which lead into peoples offices. Then Steve took the stairs to a lower level and walked around until he somehow found a science-y looking lab.

Steve was walking down the hall then an office door opened and he literally ran into one Peggy Carter.

Then Tony sighed in hopeless jealousy as he watched Steve begin to panic and fluster. Shit.

“Steve?” Peggy gasped but shook her head and blinked a couple of times.

There, right there was Peggy Carter and Tony could facepalm because he suddenly knew that this task was going to get drawn out longer than it needed to.

Steve was frozen, he couldn't move. There was a tinge of red on his cheeks and his eyes told Tony a story of longing that could make his ghostly heart nearly hurt.

“Yeah Peg?” Steve replied. It was simple but coming out of Steve’s mouth like that, it sounded like it repatched a hundred moments stolen from Steve and frozen out of Peggy’s grasp.

The disbelief was written all over Peggy’s face, and the dying hope was burning off of Steve’s.

Dumbass, we need to get out of here or a timeline might get created. Tony tried to whisper into Steve’s ear. It sounds harsh but Tony just might be a little cranky that Steve is paying attention to a past jewel more than he is to Tony. Not that he could pay attention to him.

“How are you here?” she asked, getting straight to the questions and looking for answers. Typical Peggy Carter.

“Long story, time travel.” Steve said as if that would explain anything. Tony rolled his eyes. “I may need you help.” he then pulled the space stone out of his pocket with his gloved hand and held it out towards Peggy. “This is the tesseract, earlier I came here and stole it and I need to put it back.”

“You what?” Peggy asked in disbelief. “You were already here?”

“Is it May right now?” 

“No, its June fifth, 1970. Howard just got back, should I get him?” Peggy took out a device that looked like an early phone but before she could do anything with it, Steve stopped her.

“No, no. I just need to know where the lab is.” Steve asked urgently, some people in lab coats walked by and Peggy dragged Steve to the side and Tony just stayed in the middle of the hallway watching Peggy and Steve interact. It was like a beautiful reunion scene in a romance movie where Tony suddenly no relation to the person he loved and all he could do was stand by and watch as the protagonist ran back to the past.

Steve was absolutely adorable when he blushed and Tony loved him so much for it.

At this point Tony just allowed himself to get dragged along with Steve’s body. He didn't listen to the conversations, because why would he? He’s dead it wouldn't really matter. He watched Steve blush and Peggy smile and he also watched the anxiety creep over Steve because he knew that this would last and he would have to leave. Nothing could stop the jealousy from flooding Tony and the mourning that clearly engulfed Steve all over again when the stone was put back and the two said their goodbyes.

The process, as Tony had predicted, was long and drawn out because of the bump in and all Tony could do was try not to listen to a private moment no matter how much he just wanted to drag Steve away.

The reality stone was fast. Quickly injected into one unsuspecting Jane Foster. Tony thought there was probably a better way to handle it rather than re-infecting one of earth's smartest scientists with a reality check. But Steve being Steve, he likes things put back the way they were.

The mind stone was quicker, Steve just stuck it in a case lying around the tower, which he broke into and actually spoke to Jarvis. But this only happened after Tony spent five minutes watching Steve mutter and disregard ideas to himself.

“Hey Jarvis?” Steve asked, his head looking up at the ceiling, Tony thought it was adorable.

“How may I assist you, Captain Rogers?” the clear voice answered. Tony smiled at the familiarity of the AI while a grin brightened Steve’s face. Tony’s heart tightened at the sight.

“I need to get this case to Tony.” Steve paused and took a breath. “But without interacting with him,” Steve paused, then decided that’s all he wanted to say.

“I have several different ways I am able to transport the case to Mr. Stark without physical contact.” 

“Thanks” Steve said in reply with a single tear streaming down his face, and Tony feeling like his celestial body is thrumming with energy. 

***

Time stone was as simple as a stop by the sanctum. And that was it. Before the old wizard lady stopped Steve and Tony from leaving.

“Mr. Rogers.” she said clearly catching his attention. “You may have to watch what you do, you never know who may be paying attention to your actions.” Tony froze and looked at the woman and waved and smiled when he got the slightest motion of a hand back.

“Still by your side Rogers.” Tony whispered into Steve’s ear when they started travelling to a new location.

***

All Steve did for the power stone was thrown it in its dog cage where he believes it was found, then he just left. 

Tony just scoffed at him and laughed because yeah, this shit is getting old and he just wants to go home.

***

Then came the soul stone.

***

The climb up the large mountain was long, it was suffering, and it was painful. For Steve. Tony just sort of awkwardly floated knowing that wherever Steve went, Tony would also go. And he was not complaining.

They reached the top and Steve took a minute to allow his legs to slightly rest and he pulled out the soul stone holding it in his bare palm. He stared at the stone and slowly began stepping forwards until a voice called out to them.

“Steven Rogers, son of Sarah and Joseph Rogers.”

Shit.

Steve straightened and pulled his shield out immediately pocketing the stone getting ready to pounce on the speaker.

“Anthony Stark, son of Maria and Howard Stark.”

Uh what?

Tony froze and Steve’s look darkened.

“Shmidt.”

“Ah, Captain Rogers. I'm afraid you have come to return the stone.” Shmidt said.

“Why are you here. You should be dead.” Steve asked urgently. “And why did you say that name?”

“I am just stating the names of those who are present, naive Captain.” the figure floated forward and the blood red skull stood out against its black hood. “All those years ago, when I seeked power disregarding the consequences, the punishment had delivered me here to guard the stone for all the many years to come.”

Steve swallowed uncomfortably and Tony wanted to reach out and tell him to leave the stone and escape.

“Have your punishments come to catch you yet Captain?” Shmidt asked, and Steve stepped forward and punched him right through the face. Except his hand passed through what he thought would be flesh.

“Face it captain, you cannot try to finish me anymore. I am not among the living, just as your friend beside you. I know what you came here to do.” Shmidt said before he faded out and Steve was left with the stone in his palm and one Tony Stark beside him.

“I want Tony back.” Steve whispered, his grip hard on the stone before he let it drop and he closed the helmet on and disappeared to the future.

Tony felt sick and then it all went black.

***

When Steve returned to the compound, he was alone besides Bruce, Sam and Bucky waiting there for him. He walked off of the platform and dropped onto one knee. Tears gathered into his eyes and his head was bowed.

Then there was noise and Steve blocked it out as he tried to greive, then there were warm arms being wrapped around him and he froze before looking up into the warm smile being given to him.

“Tony.” Steve breathed.

“Steve.” was all Tony said before he grabbed for Steve’s hand and kissed it, then Steve launched forward and embraced Tony like someones life depended on it.

“I was with you the whole time.” Tony told him.

“I felt you. I missed you more than I thought I would.” Steve replied. “I love you Tony.”

“You know what Steve?” Tony asked with his eyes rimming with tears. “I think I love you too.”

Their hands tightened together and Tony never felt more alive in Steve’s arms. 

#mcugiftexchange #mcuchristmasexchange #mcugiftexchange2019 #see queue in a minute #jade writes #stony #stevetony #tony stark #steve rogers #endgame #endgame fix it

[yokasaris]

Character Study: Rae-Hann

Bold- all that applies to your muse Italicized - any that are applicable in some way Extra notes in (parentheses)!

• Eyes:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other

• Hair:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

• Body Type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• Skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan  | olive | medium | dark | discolored

• Gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way

• Sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• Romantic Orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic |  panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• Species:  midlander hyur | highlander hyur | wildwood elezen | duskwight elezen | hellsguard roegadyn | sea wolf roegadyn | dunesfolk lalafell | plainsfolk lalafell | keeper miqo’te (mystel) | seeker miqo’te | xaela au ra | raen au ra | other

• Education:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD (Or Allagan equivalent of) | other ( home schooled / self taught)

• I’ve Been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

• Positive Traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• Negative Traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

• Living Situation:   lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

• Parents/Guardian:   mother  | father  | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other (parents deceased)

• Sibling(s):   sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other (a sister and brother, both deceased)

• Relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated |it’s complicated | verse dependent | other (widowed)

• I Have a(n):   developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

• Things I’ve Done Before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed (he killed himself, so I guess technically that counts) | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them ((Had this queued while I was gone, but tumblr ate it. I do remember writing some kind of note about his mention condition, but weLP. Who even knows now.)) tagged by: @sola-ffxiv tagging: @roleplay-aficionado , @alun-ura , @wondereverlasting , @ganshands , @darkamaya , @thechoirrp , @captainkurosolaire

#rp stuff #dream weaver #CAN'T STOP ME NOW INTERNET #jk it dropped twice as I tried to post this

[incorrecttawogquotes]

*The Wattersons are separated at the mall. Nicole finds Anais.*

Nicole: Anais! I’m so glad I found you first! You are the voice of reason among raving lunatics!! Where are the others?

Anais: Well, I think Darwin’s still holding the door…

*cut to Darwin holding the front door open for shoppers*

Darwin: You’re welcome!...You’re welcome!...You’re welcome!…

*cut back to Anais and Nicole*

Nicole: I know! The others??

Anais: Oh. Well, Gumball didn’t have enough money for that massage chair, so he said it would be cheaper to buy stuff to make one, so Dad, Granny Jojo and I followed him to try and stop him, but he kept yelling at Granny Jojo saying she had no say in the matter ‘cause she’s broke, so she got mad and ran away, and Dad followed her 'cause he thought she’d get got by strangers, and when I told Gumball we had to catch them so you wouldn’t get mad, he called me a ripoff artist for some reason, kicked me in the shin, and ran off. So I don’t know where they are.

#incorrect quotes #the amazing world of gumball #tawog #nicole watterson #anais watterson #darwin watterson #gumball watterson #richard watterson #granny jojo #source: foster's home for imaginary friends #submission #lydiahosek #queued post

[safestsephiroth]

FFXIVWRITE 2019 FINAL STATS & MASTERLIST

This will be reblogged to my character-focused sideblog, @24charactersxiv, if you want to see my FFXIV shit and don’t want the deluge of queued posts on this blog that’s the place to be!

I’ll be adding bonus stats that will list EVERYTHING I wrote as creative writing this month, including things not posted under #FFXIVWrite and things I did not post publicly but instead sent to a friend/a handful of friends.

JUST FFXIVWRITE STATS: 29,862

Total Words Written: 51,383 (approx 138 pages, 12 pt times new roman 1.5 spaced) (I WROTE A NOVELLA!!!!!)

FFXIVWrite Average Word Count: 994.63 (fun fact: if I didn’t count that haiku, it would be 1028)

Longest Piece: Vault, a long narrative about Tabatha Tombclutch experiencing a close call.

Shortest Piece: Slosh, a 12 word haiku.

Prompts Written: All (Incl. extra credit on each Sunday)

Free Days Written: ALL!

Pieces Written for Lacina Lune: 6

Pieces Written for Kavatch Beamsplitter: 2

Pieces Written for Lulu Lee-Williams: 2

Pieces Written for Adroit Aegolius/Alexandre Accambray: 2

Pieces Written for Tabatha Tombclutch: 1

Pieces Written for Asagao Shiragiko: 4

Pieces Written for Rydia Misuto: 1

Pieces Written for Ryoko Kasai: 2

Pieces Written for Gui Charlemalde/Apollyon: 1

Pieces Written for Ebony Wae: 2

Pieces Written for Chiaki Ishimoto: 1

Pieces Written for Kogyoku Yuzuka: 1

Pieces Written for Tange Shishido: 1

Pieces Written for Gaelle Troyes: 1

Pieces Written for Coulement Williquette: 1

Pieces Written for Alfried: 1

Pieces Written for Kyou Hurekakuko: 1

Characters NOT written for: Trudy Bays, Annabel Lee-Wae, Kagome Voulaizun, Amelia Lee-Wae, Jaraku Drake, Zwynmaga Doesmagasyn, Clyde Arrowny, Gerrith Gaffgarion, Hyltbryda Eyrieynwyn

Favorite Piece: First Steps, because it kicked off my favorite writing arc to date. Runner up is Unctuous for reasons I won’t discuss publicly.

Least Favorite Piece: Slosh / if that’s cheating, then Free Day #4 with Kyou. The haiku was explicitly “cheating” tbh because I ran low on time, and Free Day #4 spiraled out of control and isn’t accurate to character at all.

Character Developed Most: Asagao Shiragiko: This kicked off a series I’d wanted to write for AGES, and between this and the art I commissioned from @beansnake I finally had the drive to complete it.

Character Developed Least: Aside from those not written about, definitely Ryoko Kasai. All she got was a wacky crack!story and a haiku, but she’s also undoubtedly my best-established character prior to this.

COMPLETE LIST OF POSTS W/LINKS:

Voracious (Lacina Lune) - 645 words - The appetites of a Garlean assassin/experiment are established. The researchers are fascinated.

Bargain (Kavatch Beamsplitter) (CW: Graphic Violence) - 1,114 words - A group of bandits bite off more than they can chew, and refuse a generous offer.

Lost (Lulu Lee-Williams) (CW: Graphic Violence) - 1,310 words - Cult Leader/Mob Boss revels in destroying a would-be rival.

Shifting Blame (Adroit Aegolius/Alexandre Accambray) - 1,023 words - Yet another spell down, the Blue Mage is struck too late with the realization what he’s doing may not be entirely legal.

Vault (Tabatha Tombclutch) - 2,257 words - The Graverobber finds she’s bit off more than she can chew. And, perhaps, took home more than she desired...

First Steps (Asagao Shiragiko) CW: Blood - 1,692 words - Grieving samurai reflects on a youth she couldn’t protect - and resolves not to repeat the mistake. First part of eight.

Forgiven (Asagao Shiragiko) - 1,068 words - Samurai reflects on the boy she’d saved - and the lessons to come, while a mysterious amulet appears...

Extra Credit Day 1 (Asagao Shiragiko) - 1,634 words - Samurai trains her new pupil. From here, this story diverges from FFXIVWrite, but the table of contents in the post should still work.

Hesitate (Lacina Lune) (CW: Violence) - 1,331 words - Garlean Science Experiment/Assassin performs her duty without remorse, without consideration, without hesitation.

Foster (Rydia Misuto) - 1,041 words - Remorseful young Dark Knight bickers with her Darkside, struggles with what to feel towards her foster mother estranged friend

Snuff (Ryoko Kasai)  (CW: Drugs, alcohol, bad writing) - 894 words - Victory-celebrating yakuza gets high af

Fingers Crossed (Lacina Lune) (CW: Social Awkwardness) - 1,179 words - Cut loose from her former “home”, an assassin prepares for her coming job - but is sidetracked by a complete misunderstanding.

Wax (Kavatch Beamsplitter) (CW: Graphic Violence) - 1,230 words - A would-be student takes on the master who had so easily thrown her aside two years prior.

Scour (Lulu Lee-Williams) (CW: Violence) - 1,503 words - Accountability is issued for disrespect above all else in the wake of failure.

Extra Credit #2 - Former Glory - Gui Charlemalde (Apollyon) - 905 words - A terrifyingly powerful demon reflects on its current weakened state and its infuriating prison, and hatches a plan.

Jitter (Ebony Wae) - 757 words - In the wake of bizarre happenings, Ebony Wae writes her beloved Aunt Lulu. Some aspects to herself she is completely unaware of are rendered painfully obvious to Lulu.

Obeisant (Lacina Lune) (CW: Social Awkwardness) - 329 words - Cut loose by her Garlean masters, Lacina Lune attempts to express gratitude and respect for a musician she greatly admires, but is rebuffed.

Wilt (Chiaki Ishimoto) (CW: Vampire, Substantially Lore-Bending) - 852 words - Forced to be patient for her change to finally return home from Eorzea, Chiaki reflects on her first memory after her ‘death’.

Radiant (Kogyoku Yuzuka) (CW: Crime, Threats of Violence towards Minors) - 1,552 words - A subordinate to the infamous Kasai reflects on her own history as a yakuza, and what led her to joining the Kasai-gumi, as well as the fickle nature of loyalty.

Bisect (Tange Shishido) (CW: Violence, La Revolucion) - 626 words - An elderly samurai reflects on her past - and the final act that sealed her fate.

Crunch (Gaelle Troyes) (CW: Violence, blood) - 835 words - A pacifist con artist/fortuneteller’s past, and what led her to become the willful apostate she is today.

Free Day #3 - Coulement Williquette - 488 words - The boyhood of a monster slayer has more than a few fond memories, including the day he learned an exceedingly important lesson.

Parched (Lacina Lune) - 424 words - Privately submitted, the assassin attempts to get something she only half-understands her feelings towards.

Unctuous (Lacina Lune) - 1,724 words - Privately submitted, Lacina reflects on her warped memory of an event which changed her perspective on a certain ally

Trust (Alfried) (CW: Substantially Lore-Bending) - 648 words - An AI’s notes on recent discoveries, not long after being freed from a nigh-eternal isolation.

Slosh (Ryoko Kasai) - 12 words - A haiku about experimentation.

Palaver (Ebony Wae) - 559 words - In contrast to Tara’s plan for Ebony’s nameday, Ebony makes her own plan.

Attune (Asagao Shiragiko) - 759 words - A currently-hidden post which comes at the end of the next step of Asagao’s arc, and as such is not public until the preceding content goes public.

Free Day #4 (Kyou Hurekakuko) (CW: Not completely in-character, highly exaggerated version of a character, hingan nationalism) - 502 words - Snobby tattoo artist’s prejudices are exaggerated to comedic effect. I didn’t like the end result but a post is a post.

Darkness (Adroit Aegolius/Alexander Accambray) - 946 words - The Sharlayan researcher reflects on his past, why he favors nights, and why he cares so much for his elder brother.

#ffxivwrite2019 #the final masterlist #masterlist #all characters

[97sunsh1ne]

train ride (one shot)

➳ graffitiartist!bangchan x student!reader (gender neutral) 

➳ mild fluff & flirting

➳ wc: 2k

➳ inspired by one of @/cloudchans captions on ig, she said something about graffiti chan and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

It was rare for you to take the train home after class, and tonight, for some reason, you couldn’t remember why. 

The seats were wider than on the bus, it was cheaper than taking an uber, and it sure as hell beat walking home from your 7:30pm Figure Study 200 class. The streetlights flew past, flickering like lightning bugs. You clicked the home button on your phone, skipped to the next song, then checked the time: 9:45pm. 

Your stop slowly rolled up, and you politely excused yourself past the teenager with his legs crossed in the isle. You stepped off the platform, and onto the sidewalk, suddenly realizing that this stop- recommended by Google Maps- was still a 20 minute walk away from your apartment. But, you swallowed a breath, and grabbed your backpack straps. The air wasn’t too cool, and you were wearing your old sneakers; you could handle this. You queued a few songs, and started on your trek. 

After a few blocks, the street lights got a little dimmer, and the people became much less friendly- but, you shrugged it off, and kept walking, maybe a little quicker. 

However, when you came upon a construction sign blocking the only through street, you realized that the only way to keep going was to walk down a very appealing dark, ominous ally. And you remembered, this is why you didn’t take the train. 

Walking down the ally, you saw a shadowy figure looming near a very fun looking brick wall. Your body was screaming to turn back, but the adrenaline pushed you forward. You moved closer, and you picked out a boy in some ripped jeans, and a baggy sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up, spray painting the side of the building. You pulled out your earbuds, and approached with caution, staying in the shadow of the opposite building. Although you were pretty close, he appeared not to notice. His brow was furrowed, and his arms moved with such vigor as he sprayed the wall. You inched closer still, until you could see just what he was painting. 

You let out a gasp. It was a city skyline, with the setting sun in the background, and black buildings dotted with lights in the foreground. The contrast danced in front of your eyes- the pitch black skyscrapers and bright, white lights, with the sunset, splashed and writhing with colors: yellow to orange, red, pink, then to purples and violets all across the wall. Below the building, there was large, bubbled letters, classic graffiti style, but they were unfinished. You hadn’t been expecting his painting to be so- captivating. So intriguing, that it caught your breath in your throat. 

He turned quickly- you swallowed and felt the sweat on your palms as you saw his sharp jaw, and defined forearms that were sprinkled with tattoos, but you could see more crawling down from his biceps. 

“Shit- uh, I’m sorry, I was just going-” you fumbled out. He raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head upward. Son of a bitch. He’s hot. 

“But, I- erm, really like your painting.” You could hear the blood rushing in your ears. What am I thinking? Jesus, this guy could have a gun- oh my god, he’s gonna shoot me. I’m gonna die and my last words are going to be “i uH rEaLLy LiKE yoUr PaiNtiNG.” 

However, he chuckled. 

“Thanks.” 

“I like the lights, on the buildings. Oh- and the colors, the way you blended the orange and pink here is really pretty- and the hint of the sun there, it’s like it’s glowing.” As you spoke, you stepped forward, into the minimal light there was. You got a better look at him, he had a fluffy platinum mop, and his hands were covered in paint. 

His eyebrow was still cocked as he spoke, 

“Thank you, but what the hell is someone like you doing around here, especially now?” He gestured to your clean yellow sweater and white tennis shoes. 

“Oh- I’m uh- walking home from class. I took the train, and the next street over was blocked.” You nervously fidgeted with the strap of your backpack.

“Ah, I see. You should probably get going then. Unless, you wanna call the cops on me.” His voice had an edge, like he was daring you to tell on him.

You felt your cheeks flush, and sensed your bravery boiling dangerously in the pit of your stomach. 

“No, actually, I think I’ll stay. I want to see how it looks finished.” 

This time, his cheeks flushed in the moonlight, and he looked taken aback. You realized- he couldn’t be much older than you. 

“What do you mean?” 

“The letters. You haven’t finished them.” 

He glanced back to the wall, and his face softened.  

“Oh- that. That’s like my signature, I guess.” 

You moved closer to see, but still keeping your distance. You asked, 

“What does it say?” 

“CB97. My nickname.” 

As he said that, a small smile appeared on his lips. With a blush, you saw how pretty they were- full and pink in the low light. And with a boom in your chest, you saw the dimple in his cheek. All at once, you felt both embarrassed and bold.

“What does it mean? If- if you don’t mind me asking.” What the hell has gotten into me?

He looked at you sideways, as if he was deciding if he could trust you. Apparently, he deemed you trustworthy. 

“It’s my initials- my name’s Chris Bang, and the ‘97′ that- that’s the year I was born.” Was he nervous?

“I like it. My name’s Y/N.” You chuckled, and he smiled- bigger than last time. You tried not to gasp. 

“Aren’t you going to finish it?” 

He looked down, and squinted at the bottom of the mural. 

“Yeah. What color should it be?” His voice dipped so sweetly as he spoke, and you felt your palms begin to sweat- again. 

“Yellow, and then fade it into orange at the top. To- uh, match the sunset kinda.” 

He bent over, and dug through his duffel bag, then pulled out two cans of paint. 

“Cover your mouth, you’re downwind.” He flashed his dimple. Your chest tightened. 

He worked, and you were captivated all over again. The way his face pulled together, and how he bit his bottom lip in concentration. How his hands worked swiftly and silently, the only sound the mist from the paint. Most of all, how the moonlight cascaded across his blonde curls, down onto his moving forearms, and landed gently onto the blending colors. With all the spray from the paint clouding around his hands and being caught by the light, it almost looked like he was doing magic. 

He pulled back, and wiped his hand over his brow. 

“How is it?” 

“Beautiful.” You were in awe, your face in total amazement. 

He was admiring the look on your face. And he enjoyed knowing that he had helped to put it there. 

He liked working at night, because nobody was around to bother him.

He loved the sound the cans made, and how the paint splayed onto the building. When Chris had first started, it was him and a few of his friends. Back in high school, they would sneak out at night, and run around the streets of their neighborhood, smacking their nicknames everywhere they could find to put them. The cops would chase after them, sure, but they always got away. They were kids, but they knew these streets better than anybody. 

Until one night, when his friends got away a little too fast. Instead of taking him in, the officer said, 

“I see your name everywhere. I’ll tell you, kid, you’ve got some real talent. These other jackasses, they just scribble their name and bounce. But you? I can aways tell it’s you- ‘cause it’s always different. You do all kinds of fonts, and colors- last week you even did a background of flames, and, hell. It looked damn good, kid. I won’t bust you, as long as you promise me this. Do somethin’ nice, okay? This area isn’t the prettiest, we both know that. And I can bet that your house ain’t exactly the kind of place that fosters fine art. Give these people somethin’ to look at. Somethin’ they’ll be happy to have on their wall. If you’re gonna come and write your name out here, make sure it’s somethin’ you’d be proud to have your name on.” 

Now, for the most part, he painted alone. 

Sometimes, his friends would come with him, if he had a big mural planned, and needed help. But he did like the feeling of being alone- just him and his paint. 

“I’m glad you like it.” He shot a toothy grin at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Oh, here. You have some paint on your forehead- let me get that for you.” You pulled the sleeve of your sweater, and before you could stop yourself, you were right next to him. You had to stand on your tippy toes, and you reached up to wipe his brow. 

His face went slack, and you thought that maybe you had gone too far, but he swallowed, and leaned his head down for you. You rubbed the paint off, and you could feel his breath on your nose. 

“There, got it.” 

Your breath hitched as you slowly lowered your hand, your faces inches away, neither of you moving. 

His eyes were brown. Gentle, sweet, mocha brown. And, god, you could’ve sworn they were sparkling. 

You looked down, and turned away. He swallowed, and cleared his throat. 

“Um- is this it? Like- is this the only thing you’re gonna paint here?” You asked. 

“Oh, no, actually. I wanted to add some more pieces around it, and eventually connect them- like one big mural, you know? There’s so much wall space here, and the brick works really well- I like the texture. The colors blend really well.” 

The way his face lit up when he talked, you thought your chest would burst. 

“And, there’s not really many people who walk down this way often-” he laughed, 

“Well- ah, except for you.” 

You giggled. That same courage you had been filled with since you got here came rushing. 

“When are you gonna work on another piece? My next night class is Friday, maybe I could come see you work?” 

He smiled. God, his dimples. 

“Yeah, I’ll be here Friday. What’s your, uh, class?” He stuttered. 

“Figure Studies 200. I’m an art student, but I’ve never painted like this.” 

“Maybe I could show you how...?” He mumbled, looking down, and running his hand through his blonde locks. 

“Only if you want to, y’know? It’s kinda dangerous, all the fumes and stuff- uh, I bring a mask sometimes for bigger pieces, but for smaller ones like this I just kinda deal. But- I could bring an extra one, y’know, and uh- maybe you could help me, with uh, y’know, figures?” He rambled, and you thought you might start floating. 

“Yeah. I’ll be there. I’d- uh, better get going, it’s kinda late.” You checked the time on your phone, and looked back up at him, smiling. 

“Oh- yeah. Be careful, at the end of this ally. If you can, you should go right three blocks and then take a left, it’ll take you right back to the main street. More lights.” He pointed, giving you directions. 

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” You smiled up at him, and then started walking. 

When you were almost at the end of the ally, he shouted,

“Hey! Thanks for the colors, you were right- with the orange and yellow, I really like it.” if you had taken a picture of his face right then, you doubted you’d ever need a flashlight again, how bright he was beaming.

You looked over your shoulder, and shot him a generous grin. 

“Anytime!” 

As you took the directions he had given you, and made your way back to your apartment, one thought lingered in your mind: 

You were so glad you took the train. 

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