#grandmas couch vibes

[torturedspoetsdepartment]

fieldsoftulips -> suburbanlegends-tv -> fieldsoftulips

#im back bitches #dont you feel like fieldsoftulips is like.. the same vibe as your grandma's couch #what can i say ive never been good at picking usernames #ella yells

[realgirllife]

sorry announcement… new couch ($100)

gonna post a whole living room tour when we are done with it, gonna take some hot photos of what we have now tho and post those

#victorian #room decor #this is a girlblog #realgirllife #girlblogging #selfie #coquette #ldr #franz kafka #oddities #grandma vibes #vintage #vintage furniture #antiques #antique couch #the last supper #jesus decor

[tj-crochets]

someone please tell me that I should not finish this quilt and immediately try to make my own version with the pink and green fabric pack instead of the rainbow pattern kit it’s 360 triangles but I am really tempted to make another one  oh wait! since I’m making a post anyway, I have a weird question: I have a pattern for a quilt to make my grandma, and the colors will be stripes on a sweater on a dachshund (it makes sense in the pattern). What colors should I make the stripes? This is the grandma I always talk about, who gives me book recommendations and always spoils the ending while giving the recommendation, facetimes with the family but isn’t very good at getting the video working, and talks to me every morning about the latest gossip  with all the Donnas where she lives without specifying which Donna she’s talking about (there’s at least three but possibly as many as six)

#the person behind the yarn #quilting is taking over my brain and making that thought seem reasonable #that's so many triangles #SO MANY TRIANGLES #I keep switching between like three different possible color combos #my grandma said 'maybe blue and red and black and white' #and then said 'no let me think about it' #this would be a throw quilt for her couch #her couches are white and the carpet in her living room is beige so like any color combo will look fine with it #absolutely nothing in her house is red/white/blue/black #and the only way I can see those colors going well together feels very...like minimalist modern? #dark red and dark blue with long straight lines #which is VERY MUCH not the vibe of her house or anything she wears

[fawnchives]

𝟢𝟢. 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃?

pairings: sturniolo triplets x fem!reader.

summary: inspired by how much is weed by dominic fike, a first time blunt rotation between your boyfriend and his triplet brothers.

content warning: established relationship with matt + marijuana usage — smoking in their mama’s house?! (please remember that this just fiction & for fun), a lil bit of swearing.

♡𓂃 notes from mona: “but the triplets said they don’t—” before you come at me with nonsense, please keep in mind that this is fictional work. anyways, something very short and sweet for now since im testing out my writing juices after not writing for sooo long. #teamsativa & enjoy reading, love you!

𝐔gh—fuck. this shit tastes terrible,” nick gags after he takes his first hit of the rotation, face screwing up in disgust as he quickly passes the blunt to you. “smells and tastes like a skunk’s asshole.”

you giggle as you take the rolled marijuana leaf from his finger tips. you bring it to your lips, gently inhale, then exhale, watching a thick curl of foggy smoke escape from your mouth. even though it’s also your first hit, you already feel high for real.

the four of you are currently camping out in the basement of the triplets’s childhood home, which used to be their older brother’s hangout area.

he has the place decorated with a chill vibe—led lights, curtains with cool, mystic patterns, miscellaneous road signs and band posters plastered all over the walls. a medium sized flat screen remains mounted on the wall surrounded by fake vines and in the middle of the room is a couch he purchased from a yard sale a few years back along their grandma’s old coffee table a few bean bag chairs.

chris connects his phone to his bluetooth speaker and puts on one of his playlists as you begin to take another hit—you inhale too much for your poor lungs and end up a sputtering, coughing mess.

“easy baby, easy.” matt gently rubs your arm before taking the blunt from your fingers, concern decorating the edges of his voice. nick giggles as he tosses you bottle of water.

“here, drink up. i heard that cotton mouth shit is no joke.”

after a while of puffing and passing, the four of you exchange looks and burst into a fit of giggles, the perfect concoction of euphoria and serotonin surges through your veins. the high has definitely kicked in.

likes + comments & reblogs are highly appreciated.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Heyyy love you’re work! I strive to be a good writer like yourself one day! I was thinking how would the mercs react to a goth person like myself:) it’s okay if you don’t wanna do this! Have a love day!

I think to sum it up, all of them are completely clueless and stupid but could care less.

The TF2 Mercs reacting to a reader who is goth

WARNING: stupid idiots

Scout:

- Huh… A little interested occasionally, looking up and down you while he thinks you’re not looking. Not really much of a reaction other than the typical awkward glances people give goths to admire them for a spilt second.

- Has no fucking clue what kind of style that is. It isn’t his preference for sure but it looks good on you and that’s all that matters. Bullies you for something completely unrelated to the fact you’re goth probably.

- “Hey! Nice fuckin’ shirt chucklehead! Where’d you get that one? Grandma’s couch?” He says when he sees you in a somewhat ‘conforming’ outfit for once. He’s gotten so used to you wearing your usual, that he doesn’t hesitate to pick on you for not being edgy enough. It’s a pride issue for him. Normally Scout would wear stuff shamelessly and the fact you aren’t yourself right now is giving him vibes that you might have grown insecure in some way. He genuinely thinks this’ll help you. Backwards elementary school logic.

- He can’t show appreciation without being a massive fucking dickhead. It’s a certified scout L moment. At least his heart is in the right place I guess?

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Solider:

- Ingeniously freaks the fuck out because he thinks you’re one of Merasmus’ weird ghost apparitions. Nearly grabs you and beats the shit out of you in fear because he owes that wizard around $200 after a grenade-down-the-toilet incident and he doesn’t want to pay. Engineer and Pyro have to pull him off you. I am literally so sorry.

- “MOTHER OF JUDAH, PRIVATE! YOU LOOK LIKE A MORTUARY ASSISTANT BATHED IN BLEACH!” He announces. You have no idea if that was a compliment or not. It’s hard to tell. Soldier then quickly assumes you’re a weird offshoot of the hippie culture and you’re here to sell him weed. Aaahh there it is. Blissful stupid ignorance.

- After promptly explaining what you are, he nods slowly. Slapping you on the back heartily. “ALRIGHT PRIVATE! You’re clear. Didn’t know there was such thing as a goth.. Hippies sure are getting creative.” Idiot. Complete moron. Still thinks you’re a weird looking hippie. Just one who won’t sell him weed nor harbor the evil tendencies of one. What are these evil tendencies he speaks of? He can’t answer you.

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Demoman:

- Ignores you completely. You’re just another person to him with their own preferences in attire. This guy still gets stares in the supermarket for being a massive black dude. He knows what it’s like to stand out, explosively. Get it?

- Well.. At first he ignores you. But if you insist on wearing your style on the battlefield he’ll be a little impressed to say the least. Demoman likes confidence. He whistles to get your attention from the backlines and raises a drink to you. “Keep at it! Show ‘em with your damned fangs! Maul those wee willy fucks straight to the—“ He gets hit by a train mid taunt. You stare blankly at the sight. Deadass no clue how to respond. You’re in awe at his lack of self preservation for one thing.

- Demoman is in the kitchen that night drinking god knows what brand of alcohol this time. He sees you and goes “AAAYY! There’s that crazy son of a betch wit’ the victorian thing goin on. Cheers to you.” He compliments. It’s not a heckle. It’s genuine admiration for your shamelessness. Being weird in that way is the easiest way to get on his good side.

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Engineer:

- No response. Much like Demoman’s lack of response. Looks at you for maybe two seconds then looks away to avert any suspicions he’s trying to be rude. Calls you stupid nicknames like ‘ghost getter’ and “Weirdest display of caltholicsm he’s ever seen.’ …. Wait a second that last one wasn’t a nickname.

- You’ll rarely get any comments about the matter to him. He’s too busy with other stuff to make fun of something so particular. Especially something that doesn’t concern him. (Not to say he doesn’t love insulting people’s looks from time to time. But you’re a teammate! You’re on his side!) If you have a counterpart on the enemy team then by god he won’t hold back on the roasts. Everybody gets fuckin’ spat upon regardless of who they are. He makes fun of everybody equally.

- Asks you if his creations are nifty. For some reason he mistakes you with Steampunk full on old dad style because he’s “heard about ‘em darn tootin kids and their crazy fashion in the newspapers.” And thinks he’s somehow relating to you. That you have a common interest. You have to suppress your laugh here. Same energy as pokey-man. Cornflake’s confused but he has the spirit. The whole culture explained to him is when he starts fucking assuming you’re catholic by the way.

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Heavy:

- Concerned at first. “Who in your family is died..?” He asks after awkward silence on the bench. He has his eyebrow raised in intrigue. “Was it murder? Heavy will crush them for you.” He offers. He had good experiences with you beforehand so he has no reason not to offer such things. Heavy mistakes your attire for mourning attire.

- You sheepishly explain to this old dude why you were sporting full on black. Expecting a weird or strong response back. To your surprise he just shrugs and looks away again with a gruff “Hm.”

- He then looks at you again after a few more minutes and sluggishly asks you a barrage of typical old man questions when they don’t understand something dark and gritty. “So do you live in a big haunted mansion?” “Do you have some pet bats? Do you like scary music?” “What do you do as a hobby when you’re this?” And other things in broken english. Each answer seems to get through to him and make him either nod or shrug. He’s very cooperative and trying to understand. Seems to not like the idea of himself sporting such things and feels the need to mention that to you for some reason. Give this guy a makeover and he’ll begrudgingly cooperate.

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Pyro:

- Pyro gasps childishly when he sees you. Each little spot of black or dark hue on you is showing up the direct opposite in their point of view. You have rainbow hair, rainbow everything. They think you’re a candy princess/prince/monarch that’s come on a white stallion. They’re giddy with excitement and jump up and down. Clapping their hands.

- You’re throughly confused. But you figured it was because Pyro had never seen someone wear something like this before. “It’s goth, Pyro. You like it?” You ask. Pyro glomps you. Straight up fucking hug tackles you and spins you around like an unfortunate house cat who’s just been spotted in the street by a stranger.

- You’ve become the rainbow unicorn candy ruler of all imagination and happiness and you don’t know how or why but you accept your fate. Pyro has made you a throne out of candy wrappers and you feel guilty often if you don’t use it. You got to admit a lot of unnecessary work went into that thing. Same with the crown he provided you. (It’s an actual crown made of diamonds and you don’t wanna know where they got it.)

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Sniper:

- You swear you just saw a shocked blush crawl across his face. But he looked away before you could take a good look behind those sunglasses of his. Sniper’s unironically attracted to the aesthetic on other people and he secretly thinks it’s a fine piece of art but isn’t willing to admit it. He always had a thing for edginess and overall darkness. Sniper listens pretty frequently to early rock on his camper’s radio and doesn’t shy away from the occasional greaser jacket.

- “Nice look, mate..” He says on one of his good days. He plays off as indifferent and nonchalant but you can tell he’s hiding his slight interest in being your friend. Every little attempt to ignore you reeks of ‘come get me.’ Sniper’s social ineptitude is just sad at this point. Eventually you just shake your head and smile lovingly and accept his stupid efforts. Your suspicions are eventually proven correct when he accepts a drink with you.

- Hyperfixates on you like you’re some sort of fucking anime character. Can’t get the way you express yourself out of his head. You’re the most colorful thing in this godforsaken desert and that says a lot because you wear black.

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Medic:

- No. No. no. Anything but him. ANYTHING BUT HIM. DEAR GOD PLEASE!!

- Prepare to get bombarded by a tsunami of questions that extend into two hours. Medic cannot control his curiosity and at one point asks you multiple times if you’re a demon or something because of how excited he is. The others rarely see him act like a puppy this much. His evil autism is activated. Turn tail and run. He’s sort of bouncing on his heels. It kinda reminds you of Pyro.

- “Oohohohoho! What an extraordinary specimen! Your oddities will surely aid in my understanding of how psychology works! Here! Sign this paper that says you acknowledge any drugs I pump into you aren’t supported by the FDA!” He hands you a clipboard and bounces again wildly. His happiness is rather contagious and you blindly sign it because you’re too focused on his child like energy and how adorable it is. He’s like a teenage girl who’s seen her fucking idol for the first time. “You see our aesthetics and personal preferences for color appear quite differently from person to person and depending on how you grew up—!” He goes on a psychology rant.

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Spy:

- He’s judging you. It’s as clear as day. He’s walking around you and examining your attire with his hands behind his back. As if you were some prized show breed who was being accessed for the finals. He lifts an arm up, tsks when he sees the seams in your clothing and disappointedly glares at you. Then just straight up walks away. By far one of the weirdest responses you’ve ever gotten. But then again should you be surprised? Spy is a drama queen and all you needed to do was take one good look at him to know that.

- Next thing you know, you have an entire box full to the brim of more gothic clothes off to the side of your bed when you wake up the next day. There wasn’t any letter nor indication of who it was. Which rather indirectly told you who it was. All the clothing was super, super expensive and straight up unreachable in some way. You find it especially alarming how it’s basically an entire box of things you personally expressed wanting to the other guys but couldn’t obtain due to the price. You swore Spy wasn’t there during that time.

- Ugh.. Of course. It’s all clear to you now. He hated the state of your current clothing and to save his poor snobbish eyes he bought you an entire wardrobe of it, he even bothered making outfits folded nearly together and they made sense. Which made you hate him more.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #mod spy #medic x reader #spy x reader #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #sniper x reader #tf2 fanfiction

[astrolovecosmos]

🫖

Aries Tea Party: You must come with an outfit or makeup that has flair, spices fill the air, everyone follows the host's lead, bright and airy atmosphere, loud voices and laughter, decisions are made here, a bold and maybe even conflict-fueling guest list.

Taurus Tea Party: In a beautiful garden, elegant dishes and teapots, roses and candles, soft attire, long dresses, good and close company, peaceful music, hand-crafted invitations, animals possibly invited too.

Gemini Tea Party: Picnic style in a meadow or in a lovely solarium, arboretum, or aviary, the tea is hot metaphorically and literally, matching outfits or themed outfits is encouraged, never-ending conversations, social games, maybe a book club gathering, a diverse guest list.

Cancer Tea Party: Family and close friends only, has gift bags, the best tea and hors d'oeuvres you've ever had, smile for the pictures, uplifting atmosphere, heirlooms possibly used, toss in a little magic whether it be 🏰 magic, grandma's recipes, the magic of family and love, or literal witchcraft, maybe a tea party by moonlight, maybe a tea party on the beach.

Leo Tea Party: Must dress extravagant or within a creative theme, rich flavors, royal gardens or tea rooms, watch out for the politics, be sure to compliment your host, there is room for indulgence and opulence, the best rumors you'll ever hear, the best service you've ever had too, there's time for a dance, for a reading, for croquet, for everything, drama may unfold but enjoy the show or ride, maybe a little wine with your tea?

Virgo Tea Party: An itinerary printed out and closely followed, please be punctual, dress nice, manners matter here, high-quality tea and food, entertaining and surprisingly decadent, there may be books to explore, you'll learn more than you expected at this gathering - whether it be about everyone's business or a new life hack, aesthetically pleasing and thoughtful decor, everything must be perfect, a place for stimulation but also respite.

Libra Tea Party: Plenty of sweets, the aesthetics 😍🤩, dainty and delicate, possibly a clever theme, personalized cups or napkins for the guests, has a guest list that is great for networking and matchmaking, comfortable chairs and couches, everything is pleasant from the decor to the fragrances to the temperature, will happen on a beautiful day.

Scorpio Tea Party: Private, exclusive guest list, spicy or strong flavors, may be inspired by fiction, crystals and witchy candles, maybe the perfect time for a tarot reading, a place where you'll hear secrets and hearts are spilled, maybe a sexy tea party. ;)

Sagittarius Tea Party: Fairy lights, maybe a tea party by candlelight, or by a beautiful fireplace - either way the lighting will be a centerpiece, cozy vibes, insightful conversations, plenty of laughs, possibly some excitement even if things seem like a quant tea party, a great time for show and tell, exotic or hard to find teas, very interesting company.

Capricorn Tea Party: Could be done in a traditional way, a beautiful chandelier or statues, maybe out in the woods, classical or indie music, only a few guests, VIP treatment, nothing of poor quality, moments happen here, some surprising secrets may accidentally come out, be sure to follow the dress code.

Aquarius Tea Party: Eclectic decorations, maybe retro vibes, plenty of light blankets and cute pillows, unusual or handcrafted teas, either has a large guest list or is having tea with one other person, could be doing the party for charity, people stay late due to captivating conversations, sneak in a game of chess or conspiracy theories, a gathering of like minds.

Pisces Tea Party: Aquamarine and coral colors, seafood may be served or a special diet, ocean themes, the most ornate cups and silverware, glitter and shimmers, maybe some time for poetry or painting, accommodating, moments to cry and share, only those that impress or connect with the host get invited back.

#tea #tea party #zodiac #astrology #for fun #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #aesthetics

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Yuurivoice boys watching a horror movie with their listeners. How would that go, and what movie are they watching?

Horror Movies HC's

Alphonse:

SNACKS ARE TOP PRIORITY!!

He is down to watch any movie but I feel like one he really likes is Jeepers Creepers.

His mom 10000% was a horror movie over and loved that movie.

Al will watch like cheesy ones too like the ones that are super dumb.

Also he's snuggled right up on your side watching the movie.

Seth:

I feel like psychological horror movies fuck with him more so he watches those.

Jessie loved Jason and Freddy Crouger, so when its a horror movie night Seth watched them when he was younger to feel like she was there.

But he would love Midsommar, like the cult shit freaked him tf out. That or Hereditary.

Also pillowfort is a must, bc you need max comfort to watch a good movie.

Has his arm wrapped around you in case you need to hold him!

Charlie:

I feel like Charlie isn't that big of a horror movie fan but he'll watch some with Cas when they want to.

He was deathly afraid of Chucky but now older, when watching it again he makes fun of the people who didn't lick the fuckin doll.

Also loves commenting on stuff, good if you like chatting but if needed shut him up with a kiss.

I feel like he likes watching documentary horror movies like the Blair witch project or As above so below.

Holding your hand and the other one is in a big popcorn bag.

Faust:

I feel like he doesn't like horror movies that much bc he can predict what's gonna happen.

But he also likes the movies that fuck with your head, like Marrowbone.

He likes eating crunchy snacks while watching movies.

He feels bad when he connects everything together and speaks out loud bc it ruins the movie sometimes but unless you ask what he thinks will happen he'll tell you.

Legs are lapped over yours as you share a blanket.

Finn:

LOVES HORROR MOVIES (personal hc) his grandma def made him watch old horror movies to show him classics.

Has old tapes and player so you can watch what he watched when younger.

Gets snacks and makes drinks so you both can enjoy the movie

A nightmare on Elm Street gives me his vibes or even The shining.

Sitting right next to you, he gets really into the movie so if you wanna hold hands or something you gotta do it first.

Auron:

Like Faust can't enjoy horror movies bc he predicts everything.

I feel like he's one of those crazy people that doesn't eat anything while watching a movie.

Prefers to watch movies at home then go to a theater since they just want money, but if you want too he will plan a date at one.

Children of the Corn, Pet Sematary, the Conjuring and RING are horror movies he likes watching.

Likes having your legs on him and you laying your body on him while holding your thigh too.

Lucien:

Will laugh at anyone who dies, also will critique the demon horror movies like Drag me to Hell.

I feel like he likes the horror movies that could happen in real life like the purge.

Makes his own snacks and your bc you both should feast like kings while watching someone die in a hella dumb way.

Since he's only been in the human realm for a while he'll watch anything.

Laying down in the couch slightly, like sitting up enough to eat comfortably, won't care if you lay or sit on him he can handle it.

Jack:

Like Finn he likes older horror movies but will watch new ones too!

I can feel that he might like psychological horror too like The Grass, Get out, The strangers and Rub Rabbit.

I feel like he only eats soft things while watching movies. Also drinks water rather than a flavored drink.

Since Jack is busy with side jobs he makes sure to have one day out of the week to watch moves with you!

Sitting next to you not touching bc he use to watch so many horror moves with Finn growing up. Just like Finn if you wanna hold hands either hold his or tell him!

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I RECOMMEND EVERY MOVIE I SAID HERE! Especially Midsommar bc it's so fuckin freaky. Also the Marrowbone is a good one too! I love horror movies but hate how I predict everything but when I tried printing this one it surprised me with the twist at the end!

Also if there's a movie you think the YV boys would watch comment!

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice jack

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Headcanon for Mazelinka. I never see anyone talk about her but I really do love her and her grandma vibes and I would love to see a headcanon for her.

How do you think Mazelinka would react to Mc breaking down? Inconsolable, Sobbing, shaking, all of it.

The Arcana HCs: Mazelinka comforting MC

(this started as mini and ended up being full-length for a character, whoops! thanks for the chance to brainrot, anon ^.^)

Mazelinka's great at making people feel safe and welcome and accepted. She not quite as great at the nitty-gritty of helping someone through their emotions

She's a woman of action. She doesn't particularly care to sit still with a negative emotion when she could be doing something else

She'll be a little surprised and taken aback at first - why are you crying? What happened? Are you sure she's the person you want to do this in front of?

This doesn't negate the sudden and fierce protectiveness she feels - she will happily go out and confront whoever hurt her honorary grandbaby. She just thinks someone else might be better for this

She'll start with all the things that keep her busy - she'll tuck a blanket around your shoulder, lead you to a comfy spot to sit for a bit, pull out a handkerchief and wipe your eyes, etc

Then she's searching for things to keep her occupied while you handle your business. Do you want soup? She can make you some soup. Have some soup. Have some more -

Are you absolutely certain you don't want her to call Julian or Portia? Just say the word, it's no issue for her

How about something to make things better, eh? Is there someone she needs to beat up? Do you want a distraction?

Eventually pushes herself to confront matters of the heart and takes a seat next to you. She'll fold one of your hands into both of hers (calloused and rough from years of sailing and swordfighting)

And she'll sit with you, quietly. Maybe she'll rub or pat your back or fix your hair. Take your time. Breathe. She's here.

If you want to talk about it, she'll listen (though she'll have a hard time keeping herself from interjecting with solutions)

If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. Eat something warm, put on something comfy, and take a nice long sleep on the couch. You've got this

Will act like nothing ever happened afterwards unless you bring it up

But that doesn't stop her from checking in on you more often

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #mazelinka #mazelinka’s soup #dread pirate mazelinka

[estrellami-1]

Okay my love I’m sending you a sad and pathetic prompt and then a cutesy fluff prompt (I thought about just sending you the cute one, I feel like all I’m doing these last few days is feeling awful and not being very productive or fun to be around and I think I was just wallowing when I wrote that comment so absolutely feel free disregard this one if you want) this is the sad one, I was thinking more hurt/comfort vibes:

This is just basically self insert except it’s not me I’m inserting it’s my situation lol, one of their relatives passes away (not Wayne) and on top of that they have to find homes for their loved ones pets that they loved the most of anything in the world when everyone is just telling them to euthanize or that everywhere is full and they’re four states and 16 hours away from the pets so it’s not like they can go pick them up easily if at all, which causes them to get sick/throw up a ton from the sadness and anxiety about the situation - enter the other who takes care of them to make sure they don’t worry themselves to death (if anyone wants to come take care of me and maybe just give me about 3000 hugs a day we could make this a live action roleplay situation lol🥺)

(Sorry this is just me complaining pretty much, the other prompt will be cuter)

Oh my love, you’re allowed to feel bad and wallow. I’m so sorry this happened/is happening!! I can’t give you any real hugs but I’ll give you ALL the virtual hugs I can ❤️

When the World Ends - Part 1

Steve’s voice is trembling when he finally makes the call to Eddie. “Hey,” he manages, letting out a pathetic, airy laugh at how badly his voice shakes on that one word. “Um. Can. Can you come over?”

Eddie’s amazing, so he says, “I’ll be there in ten,” and he is. As soon as Steve opens the door, he murmurs, “What’s wrong?”

Steve bites his lip, invites Eddie in. “Y’know how I never mention my parents?” Eddie hums. “But I always leave in the spring for a couple weeks?”

Eddie nods. “Your grandparents, right?”

Steve nods. Bites his lip again, looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. “Um.” He sniffs. “My grandpa passed today.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, reaching for him until Steve shakes his head sharply. “What can I do?”

Steve huffs. “What can anyone do?” He wipes his face and begins to pace. “My grandma’s too old to stay on her own now, let alone with all the animals they’ve got, and of course it’s not like her own son would help, not when he could be in Cabo instead, finding new ways to cheat on my mom with his secretary or assistant or her secretary or who the fuck knows. And I want to help but I can’t leave Hawkins, not when everyone else is still here, and there’s still a chance, but it feels so selfish not to go when she needs me-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts softly, hands up between them. “Take a breath, man, it’ll be okay. I know you love your grandparents but this isn’t all on you, okay?”

Steve slumps back into the couch like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Says, barely above a whisper, “I’ve got animals out there.”

Eddie hums softly. “What did you say?”

“Animals. Pets. I can’t have them here so my grandparents have ‘em. I’ve got a dog and chickens and a horse and what ‘m I gonna do with them?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Eddie promises him.

Steve groans and stands up again, beginning to pace again. “They’re four states away, Eddie! I don’t have a horse trailer, I dunno anyone in Hawkins who has chickens so I dunno if that’s even allowed, and I can’t bring my dog here!” He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing. “I guess the horse could go back to the neighbor, but they gave her to me for a reason, and I dunno what’s gonna happen to the chickens, and imma have to give the dog away, too, and get my grandma somewhere she can be taken care of, and fuck, there’s still the house-” he chokes on an inhale and a sob, standing still for a moment before he dashes through the house.

Eddie watches, wide-eyed, and follows when the sound of retching reaches his ears. “Oh, Stevie,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees beside him, hand hovering over his back. “Can I touch you? Rub your back?” Between gasping breaths, Steve nods, so Eddie puts a gentle hand on his back, rubbing up and down. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs. “I know how scary this all seems right now, but you’re the strongest person I know, ‘sides Wayne, and you’ve got people who care about you and who’re gonna be here for you very step of the way, okay?”

The puppeteer cuts the strings once again, and Steve sags sideways into Eddie, trying to regulate his breathing, still quietly choking on his sobs. “Want me to call Birdie?” Eddie asks quietly, moving his hand to wrap his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shakes his head. Says, between breaths, “She’d panic.”

Eddie hums. “And you wanna be okay for her when she panics.” Steve nods. “Okay, I get that. I’m glad you called me.”

Steve sniffles. Eddie hands him some toilet paper. Says, after he’s blown his nose, “Feels like the world’s ending.”

Eddie thrown back into a memory from months ago. “If the world ends again, you know where I am,” he’d said. He hadn’t been sure, at the time, if Steve would call him. But they stayed friends, to the point where Steve calling him wasn’t quite the rarity it used to be, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt so honored.

“And you called me,” he murmurs, back in the present day, knees sore from the bathroom tile. He knows they’re going to pop like an old man’s when he stands. He decides not to worry about that right now.

Steve nods. “Knew you’d come.”

“And I did,” Eddie nods. Rubs his hand up and down Steve’s arm. “How’re you feeling?”

Steve sniffs again. “Like shit.”

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle. “I probably should’ve guessed. Ready to get up? Or wanna stay here for a minute?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” he says, but shifts to get up.

He stumbles a little when he stands, hissing. Eddie steadies him. “Legs’re asleep.”

“That’s okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. Come rinse your mouth out, m’kay? We’re going back to bed. I’m gonna make a few calls, okay?”

Steve won’t look at him in the mirror. “Gonna leave?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Eddie swears. Steve meets his eyes for a brief second. Shakes his head. “Then I’ll stay until you get sick of me.”

Steve manages a shaky smile. “Not possible.”

Eddie sighs contentedly. “Rinse your mouth out,” he gently reminds him. “Let’s get you up to bed.”

When Steve’s in bed, Eddie turns to leave, then turns back just as quickly when Steve grabs his hand. “You’re not leaving?”

Eddie squeezes his hand. “Not leaving. Just gonna make a quick call.”

“Okay,” Steve whispers, but his breathing picks up again, and Eddie changes his mind.

He bullies his way under the covers next to Steve, pulling him in until his face is tucked into Eddie’s neck and Eddie can rub his back. The call can wait until Steve’s asleep, so he can get back before Steve wakes up.

Steve’s world is ending. That’s every bit as important as the world itself ending. So Eddie resigns himself to stand guard over Steve’s dreams, keeping them happy as best he can.

I hope y’all liked this! The fic tag is the name (“#whentheworldends”) and my writing tag is “#starambles”. Remember I’m NOT doing a taglist for these, so subscribe to either to see where this goes next! Send me an ask with the next thing you want to happen in this fic!

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eventual steddie #asks #whentheworldends #starambles #Steve has bad parents #Steve has good grandparents #cw: vomit #tw: vomit #just in case #what’s the difference between a cw and a tw?

[selineram3421]

Headcanons for Dream Demon Reader

Alastor & Reader

Platonic

Living life was shit but your after life is something! I feel like this version of the reader is like a teen? Or at least mentally still a teen.

Friends with Alastor because of a "deal." Its pinkie promise logic, idk. You are also friends with his shadows.

Alastor can snap his fingers and you're there. Being able to talk telepathically, unless you or him block your minds. Sharing music just got easier. You can also summon him but you don't do it too often.

Figuring out that summon thing.

You don't meet Mimzy until later later.

She gives off bad vibes so... No. You steer clear of her.

Sleep is important! Even more so now for you. At least half of the day is just sleep. Husk is jealous lol.

You died in your favorite hoodie, so yay? Comfy clothes, woohoo!

And yes. You and Alastor do get a friendship item.

You choose through a vote I guess.

How you get to the hotel? Uh, I'll have to figure that out.

"Who the fuck are you?", Angel Dust asks.

"God.", you say with a blank stare.

Random shit in all honesty.

When you and Alastor are bored, its the most random of random. Like putting a bunch of pins in the couch. Just because.

You and Husk hang out sometimes. Why? He doesn't find you annoying, not as much as Alastor at least.

No energy to keep up with Niffty but the little demon is cool. Sometimes she'll surprise you with a pastry.

Rosie is the best. Gives you snacks and let's you sleep on the couch in her office. It's like going to your favorite grandma's house. Good vibes.

Vaggie used to be suspicious of you but after seeing you mostly just nap she doesn't consider you a threat.

Charlie is confused about your sleeping habits but it clears up once you clarify what demon you are.

Angel doesn't hang around with you much, but both of you are chill. Fat Nuggets sometimes sneaks into your room for sleepy snuggles and Angel has to get the little piggy out.

"Who the fuck is Bill?", you mumble after checking your hellphone and seeing a yellow dorito.

Your humor is broken but eh, whatever. At least it makes you laugh. Sometimes Alastor too when he gets the joke.

You look like a floating ghost when visible out of your body. Disappear and reappear. Oooo~

Your eyes glow when light hits them, like animal eyes do. The first time you found that out you were messing around with a flashlight. "Hehe cool."

Boop boop.

You don't get nightmares, it rarely happens.

The hatred for Vox is mutual. You understand why Alastor thinks less of him. Fat headed piece of shit.

The t.v. in your hotel room is tossed out the window after the kidnapping and brainwashing. Basically a big fuck you to Vox.

Glow in the dark stars on your ceiling in your hotel room.

A bunch of plushies, stuffed animals, pillows are on your bed. Peak comfort. They watch for intruders.

You also have a mini fridge in your room because you store water bottles in there and feel too lazy to get some from the kitchen.

Alien lava lamp with a little cow inside and a ufo on top.

You love dreamcatchers but you can't be near them, you'll get tangled up. Good thing you have special scissors! Snip snip bitches!

You gotta carry them all the time but you forget to. A lot.

~

I might update this with more stuff later.

~Seline, the person.

Art: Here

ML for Alastor🎙

#x reader #gn reader #platonic #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon alastor #the radio demon #radio demon #dream demon reader #dream demon #alastor & reader

[cinamun]

Hey Cin! So first, to celebrate the anniversary of TFA, it's longevity, rollercoaster ride and many times triggering RRR read as well as to also give kudos to you as the author what fun thing can we do this month? Second, I have some theories regarding the RRR storyline scavenger hunt (they may be all the way wrong, but here it go.) :

1.) The party from 20 years ago was giving *ahem* adult party vibes. (Yes I know little Jayce is sleeping in the other room - so maybe not THAT tawdry, but maybe something a little harder than weed and liquor being passed around? (Pixelated & IRL Musicians party HARD.) 2.) I am thinking Bertie is a grandma - but may have had an influence in raising Eva thus the "mom" 3.) Eva's birth mom is someone that has been introduced already. I have a thought, but I'mma wait and see. 4.) I'm curious about Jayce saying his mom DID NOT want to have more kids and how that may fit in...

*Kanye shrug* again, I may be way off . * sits on comfy RR couch and sips mocktail while awaiting the revelatory conversation* Insert Raven logo here ---> :D

OMG FRIEND!!! First of all, good morning! Secondly....

I HAD NO IDEA!!

I want a big party in the RRR with STRIPPERS! We will all be wearing our Raven tee shirts, drinking that good yak and watching body parts bounce in our faces!!!

ANYWAY!!! All very good theories and interesting to say the VERY least. Whew! Stay tuned friend. It still blows my mind to think about when I really just started playing Indya and how that was really 87 years ago!

#losing my shit #story stuff

[lilac-hecox]

A couple ideas to choose from if any inspire you! All shourtney bc they own me,

-first Halloween with a baby

-first halloween together in a house with trick or treaters

-a ‘just friends’ scary movie marathon turned into not to platonic ‘we’re scared that’s why we’re cuddling’ vibes

Happy almost Halloween!! 🎃

Shayne/Courtney - Shourtney

--

“Did you pick up more candy today?” Courtney asks, half distracted by the little girl in her arms.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple of bags since we don’t really know how many trick-or-treaters are going to come by,” Shayne says as he dumps a bag of miniature candy bars into the colorful bowl decorated with skeletons and bats.

Cheyenne tries to grab at Courtney’s hair and the woman ducks away, giggling.

“I can’t wait until you’re out of this grabbing phase,” she says.

“Yeah,” Shayne says with a laugh as he crosses the living room and leans over the back of the couch and makes a stupid face at their daughter, “You’re going to make us bald by the time you’re one, Chey.”

She giggles of course, and then her hands try to grab at him. Courtney turns her head and watches him make more stupid faces, her heart so fond for Shayne and the way he is when he’s with their daughter.

“Da!” Cheyenne squeals.

“Okay, that means tag, you’re it,” Courtney says as she hefts up their adorable, chubby thighed, six-month-old to hand her off to Shayne.

He scoops her up easily and grabs her hand, pretends to eat it while Cheyenne breaks into giggles.

Courtney watches them for a moment before she moves around the back of the couch to press a kiss to Cheyenne’s forehead and then Shayne’s lips.

“I’m going to go get ready before my mom gets here,” Courtney says, “then you can get ready while I get Chey ready.”

Shayne barely hears her because he’s having too much fun playing with their daughter. When he realizes, she was talking to him he looks over sheepishly.

“I did hear you, Court.”

Courtney smiles and slips away to change into her outfit. This is Cheyenne’s first Halloween and Courtney is excited, probably more than she should be, because Cheyenne really doesn’t understand what Halloween is, she more prefers to look at the lights and decorations, but Courtney is excited to do a family outfit and take her to a few houses while her mom passes out candy at their place until they get back.

Courtney is done putting on her costume and then slips back out to the living room. As soon as Shayne sees her, he breaks into giggles.

“Oh my God. Okay, I’m glad I lost rock, paper, scissors, you were right. It fits you perfectly.”

She gives him a smug look and waggles an eyebrow at him.

“Go get changed,” she says gently.

Shayne moves past her, squeezing her waist as he goes to their bedroom to change. Courtney takes Cheyenne into her nursery, decorated as bright and colorful as their child’s personality.

Shortly the family reconvenes in the living room and Courtney grins. They don’t post Cheyenne often on social media, hell, it took them years to openly admit they were together, married, and then pregnant with their first child. This is Chey’s first Halloween and Courtney feels their family costume is too good to not share.

The two of them hold Cheyenne as they crowd together, she smiles up at her parents as Courtney and Shayne smile in the mirror as Courtney snaps a picture of the three of them. Cheyenne dressed as Barbie, Courtney as Ken, and Shayne as Alan.

“Alright, this is sickeningly cute,” Shayne says, taking their daughter so Courtney can post the picture on social media.

As Courtney is posting they hear a knock on the door and Shayne goes to answer it, peeking through the peephole. He looks at Cheyenne. “Grandma is here!”

Courtney posts the picture and then she watches as her mom hugs Shayne and then squeals over Cheyenne’s costume, stealing her from Shayne’s arms. Courtney goes to them, sliding her arm around Shayne’s waist, feeling content and full of joy.

#shourtney #shartney #smoshships #polysmosh #kid fic #fluff #spooky prompts #shourtney family au #my fic #my writing #my fics #i'm a sucker for kid fic

[slocumjoe]

How the Companions would decorate their homes

...and how I would lose my goddamn mind wrestling with Tumblr's formatting nightmare hellworld.

sorry to anon who requested this, I deleted your ask while fighting for my life :[

Cait; The punkest of punk design; whatever the hell makes her happy. Would take interest in things she previously never cared much for, like music, or tinkering, or model making. So, you'll have posters and vinyls of her favorite bands and artists everywhere, tools and materials strewn about flat surfaces. Lots of reds and plaid/flannel. Likes big couches you can sprawl out on and thickly-knit, chunky blankets. Think of pop art with darker colors, chaotic patterns. Loves warm, bright lighting, dim areas remind her of the Combat Zone. Her spaces are messy, but freeing and charismatic. Her style is best described as rocker college dorm room. Reminiscent of Chloe Price's room, but more mature and with less teen melodrama. Would have lots of candles. Has a statement shelf with feature lighting for unique alcohol bottles.

Codsworth; Post-modern. Modern is medium-toned, neutral colored, and somewhat minimalist. Post-modern likes colors, soft shapes, having art as part of the house itself. Bright wood paneling, one-line artwork wallpaper, multiple colors in one room. It's very birds of paradise in color pallet. Brown suede couches are a classic. Lots of plants. It's inspired by 1950s, but with bouncier aesthetics, where 1950s can feel stiff. Codsworth wouldn't want anything too out there, though. Dani Dazey is kinda close to what he'd enjoy, but tone down the amount of color, go less crazy with the decals. But otherwise, bright colors, patterns, textures—that's the vibe. Just a less plastic 1950s, and it doesn't have the Great Depression's fingerprints all over it. I would have said something Colonial, or classic British, but I didn't want to think exclusively about his accent. Codsworth is chipper, he's friendly, he invites people over. Something fun, welcoming, and optimistic is up his alley.

Danse; However he got the house/apartment, it would stay that way. Danse does not provide for himself like that. It wouldn't be until he made friends that his residence would have personality. Nick gets him an orange-patterned bedspread that's a lot more neon than it looked in the store. Cait gets him a retro CD player and wall-mounted CD case displays. Preston and Deacon team up to repaint everything minty green and install walnut wood paneling. The furniture is gone the next day, replaced with lodge-style log-and-leather. Everyone pitches in something different, something from their own tastes. As a result, Danse's space would be a constant visual reminder that he's loved, and gaudy as fuck. Nothing matches. The colors are everywhere. Textures? A nightmare. You could kill Ty Pennington with this house. There's a giant mural of cats having mimosas and he isn't sure how or when it got there. Loves it, but...who...why...

Curie; I really struggled with Curie. I first went with French Provincial, then French Farmhouse, French Country, Rustic Glam, Scandinavian, Flemish, bauhaus, pastel bauhaus...I felt like I was trying to convince myself of everything. Nothing fit her. Eventually I settled on girly vintage. The thing with vintage is that technically, 'vintage' has like 70 years of vastly different styles. So...you get a little bit of Victorian-esque, a little bit of art deco, Hollywood Regency...imagine a really nice Barbie dollhouse. That's the vibe, just make everything blues, greens, and purples instead of pink. Curie has a bit of an older grandma vibe. Floral quilts, Wedgwood china dishware and cabinets, antique paintings. I imagine she'd repaint or reupholster her furniture, if not get it new. Definitely has white or blue painted furniture, rather than open wood. Ornate vanity, seashell wallscone lighting, embroidered curtains, kidney desks, corner cupboards...Curie's style is elegant, a little outdated, cherubic, and somewhat saccharine. Would have naturalistic wallpaper with flora and fauna.

Deacon; Like Danse's, but intentional. He's extremely fond of furniture made to look like other things. Mushroom ottomans. Fried egg light switches. Wall-mounted shelving/hangers that are open, grabbing hands. Toucan table lamps. Surrealist thrifter in style. Goes to yard sales, estate sales, those sales put by storage unit owners when a tenant doesn't pay. Grabs the weirdest shit he finds. A McDonalds sign from Thailand. A taxidermied rabbit. A Bigfoot track mold. His walls are never the same color or wallpaper. The kitchen is mint green, the living room is pink and orange, his bedroom is black and blue. Maximalist. There's a story behind every item in his space and good luck figuring out which are true. The least chaotic room is the bedroom, decorated simply with space/star aesthetics. Most chaotic? The empty hallway filled with wall-phones. Only one of them is real. The others go off only when the real one does. He won't tell you this before housesitting.

Gage; You'd think it'd be a Male Living Space. No. Gage is a mean, old, materialistic [sexuality redacted] man. He has tastes. He has standards. Will act like it's a Male Living Space keep up appearances, but his place is probably one of the more expensive. It's fine, money isn't an issue for him. Favors greens, yellows, browns, lots of swampy colors. Steals streetsigns and hangs them up. Weaved and leather furniture, linens, animal pelts, mounts. Worn teak wood, cream walls, travertine floors. If this sounds luxurious, consider that Gage lives here. Unclean. Has no bed frame, only a mass of sheets and pillows. The most pristine places in his house are the coffee maker's counter, and the spaces for his pet lizard, who roams freely like a small dog. The lizard is the only thing keeping him from smoking indoors. So many fucking books everywhere, all dog-eared to death. Has stolen something from every party he's ever been to. Keeps them on display. Has a worrying amount of wedding cake toppers.

Hancock; Psychedelic culture-nerd hippie meets a grizzled ex-starlet who moonlights as a show girl. Think Whimsigoth, without the victorian influence and a lot more drippy shapes. All light sources are lava lamps. Conversation pit that you could meet God in. Many colors, most of them moody and 'sleepy'. Stereo system through the entire space. Paints on his walls whenever he's feeling creative/high, they're constantly changing. Has to scrape off the paint every so often. Collects movie memorabilia, particularly horror movies. Has masks, outfits, props. His kitchen/dining room is unintentionally Japanese-eqsue in style, in that the table is low, and you sit on beanbags. Really not into dealing with chairs in the morning. Hancock's ideal furniture is made of moldable jelly, him being a cat in spirit. His office is a complete divorce from the other rooms. It's entirely 1700s luxury Colonial in style. Dark mahogany woodwork, deep reds and blues, a (electric) chandelier. Big library.

MacCready; Eclectic. This style is defined by maximilism, mismatched everything, lots of tchotchkes. The core tenent of it is that it takes whatever looks good from other styles. It's magpie core. It's how the gremlin thief in your DnD campaign would style a home. So, lots of different kinds of fabrics, many shelves for trinkets, posters of all kinds on the wall. You ever make a wall with just the posters, signs, etc in your settlements? That's what he does. In canon, MacCready likes midnight blue and leopard print, but I can see olive greens as well. Very messy and busy. Raw wood furniture seems like it would be a good fit for him. Would have a big entertainment center, very nerdy space. I think Rodrick Heffley's and Eddie Munson's bedrooms are a good way of getting an idea. Kind of basementy, kind of glamrock. He's 22, what do you want from him? Very much "baby's first place." Duncan's room would be more child-friendly, lighter colors and softer furniture. His drawings always get hung up wherever there's space.

Nick; Also struggled with this one...I didn't want to just make him Victorian/Gothic, that felt too obvious. But...it's obvious because it's correct. It just is. His name is Valentine. He has a neon pink sign with hearts on it. This man is modern Victorian meets dingy alleyway in a Hollywood noir film. So, we're looking at victorian settees and woodwork (which is when the walls are carved all fancy, by the by), lots of dark colors, leathers, a fireplace to stare into broodily with a glass of whiskey. We'll also need a bit of industrial to blend the Modern Victorian and Urban Night vibes, so some dark brick/stone, perhaps? Or industrial light fixtures. In terms of materials, the aforementioned leather, but also velvet and dasask fabrics, marble, and rosewood, possibly treated to bring out the red, or be made darker. This space is mostly dark and black, with pops of pink, purple, and blues. Would definitely need an LED indirect lighting for mood setting. It's not as dark like X6-88's home, though, it's more intimate and warm. Heavier emphasis on coziness and inviting auras. Nick's home is an older queer man's home, so obviously it's a little extra, a little theatrical. Has a sweet cocktail bar setup, will make you a martini while you unveil your tragic backstory.

Piper; Also eclectic, but brighter and with some intellectualism. So, more vintage, but bolder and more assertive than Curie's vintage. The best thing I can do it point you towards Arianna Danielson's blog, and ask that you imagine most of those pinks to be darker, or just red. Similarly, Dani Klaric and Tay Beep Boop's viral design. That vibe of confidence, a little bit of feminine rebelliousness, and generally just spunky. A crucial item would be book paper lighting shades. It clashes but Piper would be into it. I imagine she'd want the place to be fun for Nat, satisfy that little girl urge for Maximum Colors. Piper would have a messy as hell writing room, papers everywhere, red-string corkboards, coffee cups. Collection of vintage newspapers, lots of plushy rugs and pillows, probably has weird little knickknacks hidden about. The type to have rubber ducks in her fridge and refuse to elaborate. Don't question the writing process.

Preston; Walnut, shiplap, rattan, navy blue. Reeves Connally put me on this combination and now I'm spreading the propaganda. People have feelings on rattan but it deserves more respect, just like Preston. His style is best described as hygge with a beachy edge. Hygge is all about neutrals, extremely soft and squishy fabrics and furniture, warm ambient lighting, and worn wood. Fairy lights everywhere. Cozycore, really. Blue and shiplap walls, walnut flooring, rattan furniture. Blues + white + sandy + rich brown. Best combo. Fucking fight me. Chunky wool blankets, velvet for more decorative cloths, like drapery or the fabric of the seat cushions. For decor, you're looking at handdrawn maps, paper light fixtures/shades, plants kept in colored glass vases, nature photography, a reading nook filled with historical fiction and textbooks. I can also see hanging greenery. Preston's space is refreshing, energizing, but not bombastic. I imagine he has a kitchen island with stools, but no dining table.

X6-88; Dark modernist, hands down. Crucial item is the Zaha Hadid moon sofa, in black. Steel, concrete, and sparingly, brass/brassy wood. Blacks, greys, and with the brass, an inoffensive pop of color. It's a minimalist style that, when darkened, takes inspiration from Gothic and industrial styles, but doesn't lean into them. Also has some futurism elements. X6-88's home is clean, elegant, sharp. It's designed to not be overstimulating, like the Institute's stark white plastic and fluorescent lighting is. LED indirect lighting + metal-caged hanging lights, velvet and taffeta fabrics, glass tables. There is no better kitchen for him then the Modern Kitchen 2020 from Burak LACFI on Behance. For the bathroom, Anna Kolos' work, also on Behance. His bedspread, the Ithaca Sateen set from Sleep by Sānti. I spent three years designing this man's home for a 40k word fanfic and I will hear no opposition.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #companions react #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #porter gage #codsworth

[brenna]

the vibe for march 20th is birthday and an orange grandma's couch shirt. the vibe is oh lord heal this bike. the vibe is affy tapple and gifts and dinner with @ominoushominid

#when your night out shirt is your work shirt with more buttons undone #yes i received a butter shirt and a garfield shirt #yes i got magnetic poetry #and a good omens patch #and a notepad to write in the shower #bday playlist i cobbled together #the vibe for #brenna

[kokoasci]

I swear I'm saying it with love and appreciation in my heart but that "plastic-wrapped Ghibli (nostalgia) vibes" combined to your pastel colors reminded me of those plastic-wrapped sofas

so uh. I love your art I'm sorry grandma couches will now come to my mind when describing it

HAHSJSDJJ WAIT NO THIS IS PERFECT

nostalgia. grandma vibes. plastic wrap. shiny. everything is here its perfect

#idk if this is just me being mexican but is this an american grandma thing #like. wrapping your couches #for extra protection?? #are they new #or are you preventing them from escaping #not an ask

[ourwrittenstories]

Pixie Dust

Closed starter for @monstersxxorxxmen

Something was wrong. The scent of iron in the air had grown stronger than normal and there was a chill that made no sense considering it was summer. Her heckles were risen and she wasn't sure what for. To be fair, her survival instincts had never been that good before. Her family often mocked her for it and had been one of the reasons she left the wild. Maybe it was just a human thing, something she wasn't keyed into yet and with time, and a little research, she could figure it out. Of course, right now, none of that mattered. Nothing did except her tests coming up and the frat party she had been invited to by one of her roommates. She had always turned down their offers, too shy or nervous to be in such large crowds, but they had worn her down with begging and sweets; her weakness. She had even picked out her outfit. A pretty little mauve, hand knit cardigan that was so long that it covered her fingers and stopped just above the hemline of her black pleated skirt. It was covered in bright pink cat heads and white daisies. Jackie, the pretty blonde who lived in the next room, told her it was 'gaudy' and that it gave her 'grandma vibes'. People in this realm seemed to like gods and from what she gathered they loved their grandparents so it had to be a good thing, right? The others didn't tell her otherwise when she asked. Whatever, at least it was warm. Humming along to the tune on the radio, Mimi was distracted by the way her hairs stood on end and made a move to look out the window when she heard a knock on her door. Pulling off her headphones, she called out that they could come in and smiled wide when she noticed it was one of her roomies, Marissa. "Hey, Mimi, you have a guy at the door looking for you. I don't recognize him, kinda looks like he might be in the drama department or something, but he's looking for you. Who is he? He's hot."

"Hot? Did you offer him water?" "What? No- just- go answer and then tell us all the details when you come back." "But the fratt p-" "Forget the frat party! Hot! Guy! GO!" "Fine, jeeze- pushy."

Furrowing her brow, Mimi nodded and stepped out of the room to the common area she shared with the other girls. They each got their own private bedroom, but everything else was shared. She could see the other two peeking over the couch at the door, trying to catch a glimpse. She shooed them away as if they were annoying nymphs and opened the door with a curious blink. "Hello? What d- erm... Can I help you?"

#monstersxxorxxmen #mimi x kent