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ryllen · 3 months

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Hi! I hope that you are doing well🥰💗💕 I really adore your art!! Your Yuu really wins me over to the very heart!💘💘💘

I wear lightning-shaped earrings and they really remind me of Sebek!⚡ I would like your girl to put them on and draw this🥺💓

But I also really love her black earrings that she wears when she's a teenager and green ones when she's an adult! It's really cute💕💕

And! I would be interested to know if Sebek notices when Yuu puts on other earrings or doesn't wear them at all if she doesn't want to?👉👈💗

Have a nice day!🥰❣️❣️❣️

decide ur ending, which feels more in character

#for me #awwee i was so giddy when i saw that i got another picture #but it's 12:56 AM and i exhausted myself thinking which way should it go #twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst yuu #twst mc #i mean i think he would notice right away if he did have a look at yuu since her hair is short it's hard for the earrings to hide #but then he might be too busy on study and daily duty of tunnel visioning on malmal and he is from different class too so #by public seduction he means seducing him publicly #here yuu smiling for that anon who once asked for smiling yuu #fanart #also thank you very much the positive energy this ask and the many emojis gave me #the written detail of the earring phase makes me feel very appreciated as well thank you #also i have been receiving several really nice asks recently #thank you very much for those too people who know they sent them #anyhow sebek this becomes public the moment u yell about it for the whole world to hear

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jtl-fics · 11 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 13

“I can’t believe you would go out on Black Friday to grocery shop but I guess thanks for going out on Black Friday to grocery shop.” Aaron greets him with as FF moves over to the table.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently went out shopping.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently come back and have been in Andrew’s room for the past couple hours.

“Josten probably wanted to go to Excites for some gear. I don’t know what my brother sees in that Exy-obsessed jerk.” Aaron says as he eats his own smiley eggs and bacon. FF hears the sound of a hammer and a drill from Andrew’s room.

Heart in his throat he forces himself not to think about what Andrew and Captain Neil COULD be building.

(A guillotine, an iron maiden, that weird wedge thing that splits people in half at the groin, He should NOT have taken that Spanish history class. Oh god it’s probably a fence so he can’t escape whatever hunting ground Andrew is going to drag him to if he can’t buy his continued existence via baked good.)

“Shut up, they’re actually really sweet to one another.” Nicky chastises before turning to FF, “Because of that your final serving goes to Smithy. He deserves it more than you.” Nicky says and slides the final plate of eggs and bacon.

“He’s just as bothered by it as I am!” Aaron scowls.

“By what?” FF asks because there are a lot of things that bother him so Aaron is going to have to be more specific.

“By those two being all close. I’ve seen the way you turn and walk away.” Aaron reaches across the table for his bacon but FF just pushes the plate closer to him. The two plates he had already eaten were more than enough, especially after the full dinner that they’d had the night before. “You’re grossed out by it too right?” He asks as he goes to stab the bacon.

FF slides the plate away and Aaron stabs the table.

FF is NOT HOMOPHOBIC.

His gran raised him better than that.

“I don’t agree with you.” He says because he doesn’t but can’t bring himself to say anymore. He’s in Aaron’s house, he stole Aaron’s keys that morning to lock up the house.

(it was so rude but what if someone broke in because he left the house unlocked? What if someone got hurt just because he wanted to ensure his own survival? Isn’t it better that he just borrowed Aaron’s keys to make sure that no one in the house got hurt? Does FF still believe with every fiber of his being that Andrew Minyard is trying to murder him in this exact house? Yes. Can these concerns coexist peacefully? Also yes.)

If anything he finds Captain Neil and Andrew to be an incredibly nice couple. They talk about things together, they make plans about their future, their PDA was actually pretty minimal (especially in comparison to Aaron), and he had figured out the weird code Andrew talked in so he was pretty sure that Andrew and Neil loved one another.

The only issue he has with the couple is that they are out at a store probably buying supplies to torture and then kill FF.

Otherwise they were perfectly fine.

Aaron scowls, “You can’t be serious. You walk away faster than you run on the court when you see the two of them getting all gross.” He points with his fork and tries to grab the bacon again.

FF frowns deeper.

“I walk away even faster from you and your girlfriend.” He returns because Aaron and Katelyn are the couple who have been the MOST guilty of initiating something in front of him when he was in ‘Visible only when the sunlight strikes him at the exact right angle on the summer solstice’ mode.

He had tried to clear his throat to get them to quit quite a few times but…well…he has heard Katelyn mention that one of her and Aaron’s favorite ‘hang out’ spots might be haunted….so he hadn’t been overly successful.

“PDA makes me uncomfortable in general. Captain Neil and Andrew are a very nice couple who you shouldn’t talk bad about.” He defends as one of the only people who would know exactly how thoughtful the two were to one another.

He hopes his Gran is proud of him for saying something.

Aaron looks at him with a twisted mouth for a while before relenting, “Fine they’re not that bad. It’s just a big brother thing.” Aaron rolls his eyes.

FF swallows down some acid in his throat and pushes the smiling eggs and bacon over to Aaron who smiles back at the breakfast and proceeds to eat it.

A big brother thing.

FF gets up and heads over to the final bag that Andrew had left out on the counter. FF had bought some additional offerings for his mortal soul to tide Andrew over while he made the brownies. It’s also where the incense and his latest two five hour energies should still be.

He finds the incense, wonders if he hallucinated the five hour energies (very possible), and hands Nicky a box of sour patch kids to distract him when he comes over.

“Smithy, why the hell are you lighting incense?” Nicky asks because the sour patch kids were NEVER going to be enough to distract Nicky. That would take something on the level of Swedish Fish but he’d been more focused on avoiding the candy thrown by an irate woman towards a member of Target staff because the grocery department couldn’t get her the redemption coupon for one of the flat screens in the Electronic department so he had FAILED to procure them. He’d even seen a box sail through the air is bullet time because his brain was too hopped up on Five Hour Energy but he’d let it go believing he could just grab a box at check out. THEN HE ZONED OUT IN THE CHECK OUT LINE AS HE STARED AT BOTH THE FUTURE AND THE PAST AND FORGOT HE WAS IN THE PRESENT WHERE HE HADN’T GOTTEN THE DAMN SWEDISH FISH.

“I’m going to make my Great Grandma’s brownies.” He says in response, “I’m hoping to channel her so I don’t mess up.” He says.

“Oh! More grandma baking goodies?! I can be your assistant baker! What do you need?” Nicky says visibly vibrating with excitement at the prospect. “We can listen to Mariah and I can lick the spoon!”

There is a noise of revulsion from the kitchen table.

“Don’t let him lick the spoon Smiths! He gets WEIRD about it.”

“That sounds like what someone who wants to lick the spoon would say.”

“Oh shut up!”

“That’s not a NO!”

The cousins continue to argue about spoon licking rights as FF gets started checking to make sure that the kitchen has all the necessary equipment to even make his brownies. He’d been so tired (last night? This morning?) that he hadn’t thought about even checking that the cousins would have things like a glass bowl, an baking dish, pie tin, etc.

Thankfully FOR ONCE luck is on his side and FF does not have to walk back to the Target.

So he finishes pulling out everything he’ll need, getting the oven pre-heated, and pulling out the ingredients for the brownies from the fridge.

He lights some incense with the stove top burners sends a quick prayer up and wonders if maybe a ouija board would have been better but if the Home Goods section had been a dangerous spot then the toy section would have been like walking into an active war zone. There are no laws as far as parents are concerned when it comes to getting the ‘it’ toy for their kids. FF has watched the highs and lows of humanity in the Barbie aisle more than once.

So he melts chocolate, he sifts flour and sugar, he separates eggs, and he uses every muscle that Kevin’s insane work out regiment had given his arms to whip those egg whites into stiff peaks. He knows his great gran is with him when Nicky and Aaron continue to argue (they are now talking about the ethics of licking the spoon vs. licking the bowl? He doesn’t quite get how they got there but alright) so Nicky doesn’t hear him say “Stiff Peaks Acquired” to himself because he knows Nicky well enough to know that he would have NEVER heard the end of it.

He uses all of the delicacy his gran had ever tried to teach him to fold those egg whites into the chocolate and then to fold in the flour and sugar. There are more steps, more ingredients, but unless you are family then those are CLASSIFIED.

Great Gran had always been the suspicious sort.

The oven beeps to let him know it’s done pre-heating as he’s carefully transferring his great gran’s life’s work into the baking dish.

He was so focused that he hadn’t even realized that Andrew was back until he turned to do the dishes and found Andrew holding the bowl and running his fingers through the scant remaining mix and shoving it into his mouth.

He is surprise that the scream remains in his head. He’s even more surprised that he stays upright. Maybe the nap did him some good even if it let Andrew and Captain Neil build whatever torture device they were intending to use on him.

He really needs to drink some pepto. He doesn’t think that Andrew will pause their ‘The Most Dangerous Game’ recreation to let FF manage his ulcers. Andrew is staring straight at him.

Andrew offers him the spoon.

FF declines. Raw eggs, sugar, and chocolate? With THIS stomach? He’d almost prefer to be chased through whatever enclosure Andrew is going to drag him to.

“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.

“Hour ago.” He answers.

“Hm.”

“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” he ventures trying to extend his life by another day.

Andrew shoves the spoon into his own mouth after that and walks out into the dining room. FF hears both Aaron and Nicky’s cries of anguish.

FF looks at the brownies in the oven at the incense burning on the counter and wonders if that was Andrew’s way of confirming his stay of execution.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Did Andrew and Neil hear FF defend them?#MAYBE #Did great gran come down from on high to guide FF's baking hands?#oh Absolutely there is no doubt #This is her great grandson! He BESEECHED her #Andrew does not know about the fifteen other bottles of five hour energy that FF has in his backpack #FF pressing his face against his Pepto bottle: Oh we're really in it now aren't we Pepto #Andrew and Neil building a dresser so that Neil can store his clothes: I wonder if Smith is up #It is only the cruelest of worlds that I make FF endure Nicky having heard him talk about stiff peaks #Can anyone tell that I know VERY little about baking and am hiding behind the shield of FAMILY SECRET to skate by this?#Well if you couldn't I guess I outed myself as a silly little fool in the tags #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #AFTG Fic #My Fics #Andreil #FF - Pt. 13

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osddid-i-do-that · 30 days

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It’s easy for people to criticize protectors for how we react to perceived threats —

Some of us get defensive, some of us get loud, or completely freeze up, or run for safety, or suddenly collapse and can’t move, or become mute, or have extreme fawn reactions … and to the outside, it seems over the top.

Or maybe you think it’s not fair that we saw you as a threat because you got angry and yelled. Maybe you think it’s childish that we sprinted out of the house or scary that we kicked into “fight” mode.

We had to identify threats fast. We had to do what it took to survive. To protect our system and our physical body and mind.

And we can and should learn to react more proportionally. But our instincts aren’t ridiculous or made to victimize you. They made sense in the traumatic environment that created us. They’re the only reason we’re still here now.

We still fall back on that because it worked and we survived.

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shopwitchvamp · 3 months

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New bio just dropped-

Main highlights with added info:

-A reminder to please email us if you've got order questions or need help. Social media DMs aren't reliable and also make it much harder to connect you to your order, etc. Plus my bf is just way better at customer service than me lol, so if you email us things will get handled 1000x faster!!

-Anon asks have been disabled. End of an era, truly. But anon hate these days is so boring and uncreative anyway so what's the point. If you want to send an ask and not have it posted publically, just let me know if the ask. (But in that case, once again, it's probably a situation where you're better off emailing us rather than sending an ask that Tumblr may or may not eat depending on how hungry it is that day)

-Also I finally put into our tumblr bio that yes we are still just a 2-person business. I hear tell that my shop makes us appear to be a much bigger operation than we actually are (btw thank you so much for thinking things are too polished to possibly be a tiny business run by 2 people and a middle-manager dog out of an apartment), but please keep that in mind when it comes to what we're able to handle, how quickly we can expand/add products, things often being out of stock, etc etc.

#witch vamp #tumblr bio #bio update #announcement #also also about anon asks i pretty much woke up today and was like you know what! i value myself too much these days to leave anon asks on #lol #now asks are ya'lls problem instead of mine #although if *you* aren't a problem it won't be a problem anyways #and reiterating here in the tags again that if you have any kind of order issue or shop question pls pls just email us #i do tend to see things here at least (unlike twitter where it hides DMs from non-mutuals and i end up finding them like 2 weeks late)#but trying to run customer service from social media sucks and we'll all have a much better experience if you send us a support email #anyway all of this is just more steps towards living the hermit life of my dreams. retreating into my hovel and becoming inaccessable~#expect more #haha

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sunshinediaz · 5 months

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snippet sunday 🫧

it has been SO cold today, i've been a bitter bitch about it, so pls have some deck the halls, not your family because it makes me warm, mwah

Buck worms around until he has both arms wrapped around Eddie. “You’re acting super duper silly,” he says, giggling, and combs his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “You don’t believe in any of that stuff.” “No, but you do.” Eddie rolls his face up, digging his chin into Buck’s sternum so he can meet Buck’s dark blue eyes. “It’s going to be okay, baby.” Buck pulls a face. “I’m supposed to be the one reassuring you.” “You are. You did. Now it’s my turn.” He pinches Buck’s chin and pulls him down for a slow, lingering kiss. When he leans back, melted all the way into his husband’s chest, he sees Buck’s dazed expression and can’t help but kiss him again. And again. Buck sighs and knocks his forehead against Eddie’s. “You’re right,” he says, heavy and quiet, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and stealing another couple kisses. “We’re in this together.” Eddie nods, says, “Damn right,” chuckles, and swallows Buck’s laughter. He wallows to his feet and pulls Buck up with him, too, before pushing Buck back on the bed to crawl over his big body for a few more kisses.

tagged by @watchyourbuck, @devirnis, @exhuastedpigeon, @try-set-me-on-fire, @hippolotamus, @callmenewbie, @monsterrae1, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, @jamespearce9-1-1, @thewolvesof1998, and @disasterbuckdiaz

tagging @spagheddiediaz and @jeeyuns if either of you are so inclined, mwah

#they're on the floor of their bedroom hiding out from their parents btw #i can't keep a single thing about this fic to myself because it makes me laugh so hard #they're so in love + they're MARRIED + their parents are down for the holidays and jesus christ?#it's a goofy couple days and eddie's gonna go after margaret's throat #AND WHILE I HAVE U HERE!#this is NOT a pro buckley parents or diaz parents fic btw #i don't give very much of a shit about either set #but eddie and buck both do and i like to heal myself through them and so i WILL #anyway thank u for coming to my ted talk #tag games

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zoomingupthathilla · 6 months

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billy & max moving out, running from the horrors, and pain that is their small broken family. max is too young to leave home, but she does anyways. billy being her only real family. casting susan out. max having nightmares, and sneaking in to sleep on a beanbag chair in billy's room. stealing a hoodie every once in a while to feel safe. afraid neil will knock on the door at any moment -- find her and drag her back home. they finally have a chance at being a happy family. the two of them-- things are rocky , but they're working on it.

#ooc #{mad max out #just a random alternate universe hc ??#or billy could move out & max is always there it's like she lives there anyways. but she goes home so neither of them have any issues.#only now neil takes his anger out on her; but she has to hide it from billy..#okay i've given myself enough feels

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feluka · 8 months

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how do i tell my parents that, no, i am definitely not illicitly meeting with people or secretly making any plans, and that in fact nobody wants to be within a 2m radius of me, and that the reason i'm suddenly leaving the house despite my agoraphobia is actually because i can't breathe around them and all i'm doing is walking as far away as my feet can carry me away from home for hours then walking back home so that i've tired myself out enough to go straight to bed for 12+ hours and then do this all over again so i never ever have to be conscious around them

#it doesn't matter what i say. once they've got it in their head that i'm secretly doing something wrong there's no way to convince them.#'no i'm not hiding things from you' -> 'you denied too quickly! you must be hiding something'#'what makes you think i'm hiding something from you' -> 'you're deflecting! you must be hiding something'#i cannot swim against the tide <3 all i can do is uhhh *checks my step counter* walk 16k steps per day to knock myself out <3

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