#i just wanted to express the funky feeling of this drink

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Chocolate, strawberry and vanilla ice cream with every single flavor of Mountain Dew that our trading post sells (a lot), mixed together in a horribly delicious potion. Tastes gorgeous, but you can tell something's wrong with it. But you can't stop drinking it. Now you've downed two cups and you can feel your brain pinballing around in your head. Your eyes won't close. Your breathing quickens. You could run a three minute mile. You're going to collapse. You feel like a corpse reanimated. It shouldn't feel so good. It shouldn't taste so good. You can't stop thinking. You can't stop laughing. Everything floats around. You're floating too. You lay down in bed and your eyes won't close. You're painfully aware of your breathing. The memory of someone asking if you'd like a drink echoes endlessly in your mind. You shouldn't have said yes.

#this wasnt supposed to be this dramatic #i just wanted to express the funky feeling of this drink #the friend that made it called it a 'godfather' #they didnt tell me what it was before i drank it they just handed me a cup and asked if i could guess what it was #it tasted like... i cant even describe it #pure chaotic energy #even though this post is written super dramatically it accurately describes what the godfather (drink) feels like #my little heart is going to explode #the godfather both helped alleviate and aggravate my stress #you cant be stressed if the only thing your brain will run is copa cabana on repeat #i am exhausted #i am vibrating

[bbina]

"that's enough for you tonight" eunseok successfully snatches the bottle of vodka you were chugging off your hands after shotaro and wonbin thought it'd be funny to dare you to do so

"eunseok!" you react, feeling the liquid drip all over your chin. you were busy drinking your ass off after being broken up with your dumb boyfriend over a petty fight. eunseok glares at the two giggling boys before they scurry off somewhere else to find their next target, that being which was seunghan

eunseok, noticing that you were now absolutely hammered decided to take matters into his own hands by guiding (more like dragging) you back to the table

"no! i want to dance with sohee and sungchan!" you whined, drunkenly pointing fingers at the dance floor where sohee and sungchan obviously dominated with their killer dance moves (obviously scaring the bitches away)

before eunseok can say anything, you free yourself from his grip by yanking your hand back before running off to the dance floor. you, sohee and sungchan immediately form a little dance circle and started busting out dance moves

with the way bystanders started cheering and joining in the circle, you were having a blast. the dj suddenly starts playing "we are never ever getting back together" by taylor swift and almost in an instant, you knew it was over on the floor

"this is my jam! fuck you jae!" you yell out, a middle finger up in the air as you started to go down. shaking your hips and all that funky jazz. you hear sungchan and sohee cheer you on, whipping out their phones to record you

eunseok was standing from afar watching you lose yourself to the music. he finds it a little funny with the way you were acting tonight because he knows damn well that you won't remember a single thing tomorrow

now the dj switches the song to something more sultry. the lights in the building changing to red. eunseok then feels someone tapping on shoulder, it was a random girl asking him to dance with her. he easily turns them down and says he's busy which was a lie (to be fair he kinda was busy. busy keeping an eye on you)

when he looks back to look for you among the sea of people, he sees you dancing with someone else. in an instant, eunseok's mood shifts, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he hurries to the dance floor to save you from this potential creep

too drunk to process who was dancing with you, you may or may not started grinding on a stranger. the stranger hums in content before placing his hands on your waist. before you could react, you feel someone grab your wrist, dragging you someplace else

you look up to see eunseok with a stone cold expression on his face. staring down the stranger who even had the nerve to dance with you.

"eunseo-"

"we're leaving" he says cooly, easily maneuvering his way through the sea of people. he grimaces at the thought of just looking away for a brief second to seeing you grinding against a creep

at this point the alcohol has settled in your veins. you were now shitfaced drunk. eunseok takes notice of this and sighs, rolling his eyes at how he now needs to take care of you and probably the rest too if he could find them along the way

eunseok carefully sits you down back at the table. making sure that you weren't postured in a weird way since you were wearing a skintight dress

you're almost about to fall over the table, so drunk that you can barely keep your balance. but before you can topple over, eunseok grabs you by the shoulders and gently guides you back onto the sofa seats. as the minutes pass by, you feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier

eunseok sits next to you and removes the jacket he was wearing before draping them all over your chest. eunseok takes a moment to look over your drunken state. your makeup was now all messy with all the dancing you did and from your sweat with how hot the building was with the amount of people inside

he fishes for his phone in his pockets to call shotaro that it was time to leave but he feels you shift next to him. your head was now leaning on his shoulder. the jacket he placed on top of you was now on the ground.

sensing how warm eunseok was, you scoot closer than ever that you were plush against him. eunseok freezes at the sudden skinship. he takes a mental note that it was probably the alcohol in system but last time he checked, he didn't drink that much. only some sips here and there, just enough to feel the buzz

eunseok hears you hum, snuggling yourself closer if that was even possible. he takes a peak at your slouched figure and things just weren't going his way does it? he notices that your chest was almost exposed with the way you were leaning on him. he sighs and tells you to sit properly, hoping you could still hear and understand him

thankfully though, you do and sit up. just like you were told. he turns to you to give you a little scolding but instead he was met with your lips on his

"shut up i'm trying to sleep here" you slur, a finger over your lips almost as if you were shushing him before you go back to your previous position, leaning on eunseok's shoulder.

eunseok's brain starts malfunctioning for a brief second before he returns to his senses. he touches his lips that had some residue from the remains of your lipgloss. that's when eunseok feels you fall limp. you've officially blacked out and was now knocked out cold

"y/n?" he shakes your shoulders in attempt to wake you up but much to his dismay, you weren't budging. eunseok internally curses at the way the situation rolled out but a part of him wishes you'd remember that little kiss you two shared just a moment ago.

notes.ᐟ inspired by a clip i saw on tiktok teehee and a little rewrite of one of my works back at saeist!

#riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize x reader #eunseok imagines #eunseok scenarios #eunseok x reader #song eunseok imagines #song eunseok scenarios #song eunseok x reader #riize eunseok #eunseok #song eunseok #riize drabbles #eunseok drabbles #eunseok fluff #riize fluff

[simpcityy]

Hi! :)

Can I request a one shot or head cannons if the spider teens + Miguel (platonic) with a reader who is like jolyne cujoh from Jo-Jos bizarre adventure they are also a spider person I’ll link below jolyne and her stand in case you do pick up this request and don’t know much about either of them

Stone free/stone ocean -> https://jojo.fandom.com/wiki/Stone_Free

Jolyne cujoh/kujo -> https://jojowiki.com/Jolyne_Cujoh

Anyways have a nice day/night :)

My second ever request! It took so long to write this since I was having a hard time, I'm not familiar with Jo-jos Bizarre Adventure but after seeing the amazing color concept and style, it's on my list to watch! Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! ( I hope this is what you had mind 😊)

Hobie: 🧷The moment he met you, one thing came to mind. You’re going to be his new partner in crime. The moment he heard about your small crimes you’ve committed since you were young. You would be perfect in his small projects of fighting the government establishment. 🧷 Especially hearing the time you were in a maximum-Security Ward; he definitely wants to help you put more crap into your government establishment in your earth as well. It must have been tough for you, but he salutes you for pushing it through, making you more amazing to him. Heck, he has mad respect for you for taking one for the team knowing you were innocent. He looks at you talking with others, just by the way you look, he wouldn’t have a clue that you went through so much. He definitely wouldn’t mind doing favors for you, he doesn’t believe in taking orders but you’re an exception. 🧷Whenever he finds matching pins, he always hands you the other half. “What’s this? Wouldn’t you give this to Pav?”  “Nah, this suits you more” Would be his excuse, seeing you wear the pins on your suit or bag got him smiling proudly since the pins were pretty much saying ‘fuck the govenment’ and so on. 

Gwen: 🥁Your style is what brought her closer to you before dating you. She wonders if you dyed your hair all by yourself but one thing, she could agree is that your style is pretty cool. She even thinks about growing her hair out to try cool and funky hairstyles like yours. 🥁The first time she talked to you; her first conversation started was. “Can you adopt me?” “What…” Was your only response to her odd question. Gwen has to admit, having you as an older/younger sibling would be so cool and fun.

🥁It kind of happened over time, you two would dye each other's hair and even taught Gwen to do your signature hairstyle on yourself. Motivating the girl to grow her hair out to do a similar style like yours and even dye her hair more to express herself.

Pav: 🍵Once you stepped foot into the HQ, he was asking all sorts of questions. Is your hair naturally like that? What’s your Stands job? How were you bit? So much more that Hobie had to snap him out of it as Pav had his eyes glowing with admiration once you were introduced by Miguel. His friendly and cute behavior is what made you two into the cute couple. 🍵What made you stand out to him was your flashy colors and choice of clothing which he finds so cool. Even the way you fight had a flashy style and overall, he found it amazing how different you are from different spider people. When Pav joined the team for the first time, he felt like he didn’t belong from how different he was but now, he doesn’t feel alone when you joined the team. 🍵 A lot of Chai breaks to gossip the latest romance between the spider-people. He feels so happy to share this little hobby of his. While you get the juicy gossip of what happens when you’re off working. You have to admit, he’s pretty good at being cupid. I mean look how happy you two are with each other.

Miles: 🖌 You are a new inspiration to his book of art. Pages and pages filled with you in different poses, standing, drinking and he even captured some of your fighting poses when you were assigned a mission with him.  When you discover his book laying around at his place, he was having a mental breakdown only to feel stupid for overreacting when you were cool with it and even offer to pose for him to draw different angles. 🖌 Hangouts and dates are mostly consisting in his earth teaching you how to do a mural in some alley wall. It brings him a sense of relief since he used to be taught by his uncle and now, he gets to share moments like this again with someone he cherishes, you and sometimes would take the time to admire your stand from up close. Your stand has their own personal mural of them created by Miles! 🖌 Found a new person who admires his sneaker collection. Seeing the way, you dressed yourself, he introduced you to the whole sneaker world and he has to say, he got you addicted to getting yourself new kicks once a month as a treat for yourself for saving lives. You even got Miles some limited editions from your earth, let's just say, you're the street fashion couple. Miguel (platonic): 🕷️ Miguel finds you troublesome, but he admits one thing to himself that he would never tell anyone not even Lyla, the strength you carry to the team, he admires it. Seeing you always making sure no one comes back injured after a mission. He does scold you for taking all the hits. “Ay niño/ niña! Don’t be the punching doll for others!” It’s like a father scolding their crazy teenager which Lyla always has fun watching the chaos between the two of you. 🕷️ He has many questions like Pav but his are more about your past. He knows how it feels to have a shitty dad so he would always check up on you. How was the mission? Did you eat? The brand sold out your favorite hair dye, come check his earth to see if it’s stocked there. He hates to admit but, he bonded with you over the similarities of childhood trauma. 🕷️He has complained about your clothing choice, and he knows it’s how you express yourself, but his excuse is always, “You’re showing too much skin, Look! “ Comments that every parent worries about their child's safety, Miguel is one of them. Always giving the glare to any of the young spiderlings that get close to you or even lay a hand on your shoulder but in the end, he respects it but he still keeps an eye on anyone who stares at you for too long. As Lyla tells him, “you’re just a single tired father with a punk type, angsty type of teenerager.”

Author notes: THANK YOU I HAVE REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS. Wow, also thank you for loving my I'm not her series, it's the most popular out of all the works I did so far. So, I am working on that. The poll also finished so I will do that 100-follower special as well.

#miguel ohara fic #across the spiderverse fic #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x reader #father figure miguel ohara #miguel ohara x platonic reader #answered asks #miles molares #miles morales x y/n #gwen x reader #astv hobie #hobie x y/n #pavitr x reader #pavitr x you #ATSv Headcannons

[k0mfort]

pls could I get mei dating hcs bless thank you 🙏

this is much much longer than what i expected, but i kinda got carried away because i love mei sm.. hope u enjoy anon ♡ please ask me more mei things..

♡ listen, if you want to date the narumiya mei — best pitcher of the generation, absolute ace of tokyo, blah blah blah — you have to be okay with not being his priority.

♡ mei has dreams, and so do you, but you have to admit that what he is aiming for is something that is too big even for you. but you believe in him, and you believe in the sort of process that it would take for him to get there. you are with him because you know how it would be and you are alright with it.

♡ and it gets hard, of course. you can never get used to the days where your messages would be left unread, or the way your study dates would end up with him snoring softly on your shoulders, tired at kunitomo's ruthless training regimens.

♡ mei knows that he is not perfect. and if there is any other way he can go about his life so that he can at least not be the source of your pain most times, he would take it. but this is a path that he chose. and he does not give up, nor does he not falter. he is narumiya mei. he will cease to be before willingly let go of his goal.

♡ but he loves you. dear god, he loves you. you don't know the amount of times he has sat in the dugout, peering under his battered cap, trying not to make it too obvious that he is hoping you are somewhere amongst the bustling crowd.

♡ he thinks that you are too good for him. for a bratty, overachieving jerk like him. you are too patient and kind, and he has done things that does not deserve your forgiveness. and yet, you stayed.

♡ you would visit him without a fail everyday — even on the days where you know that he won't be able to meet you. you would watch him from the sidelines, pride and endearment continuously bloom in your chest the more you see him. sometimes, you would even get him a drink from the vending machine, and you have to push him away so that he wouldn't hug you in his sweat-drenched, dirt-covered baseball uniform.

♡ so, on the dates you get to go to between his busy schedules, mei can't help but feel fidgety — even if he doesn't seem like it — and thinks over his words carefully. he threads on invisible ropes, not knowing what will be your last straw.

♡ but ignoring all of his anxiety, what mei loves doing on dates is taking photo booth pictures.

"Mei—" You whine as he practically drags you inside the building. Mirrors in funky shapes and sizes adorned the wall, and there are countless racks of sunglasses, headbands, and other fun accessories. "This is the second booth we see today. Can we not do this?"

"Don't be boring," he grins, already picking out headbands. He takes one with a crab claws coming out of it and scrunches his nose as he puts it on. "Do I look good?"

You purse your lips, holding in a titter before eventually bursting out in a series of laughter. "You look stupid."

"Ow," he pretends that something shoots him in the heart, clutching on his t-shirt with a pained expression on his face, eyes shut dramatically.

You push him away, still laughing, and he peeks through one eye just to savor the sight of your joy.

♡ he would put his arms around your shoulders as the sound of the camera shutter fill the room. he would let you kiss his cheek, or even pull you in to gently press his lips against yours — you are repeating washed up poses in every frame glued on his dorm walls, but he doesn't mind. he hopes that you don't either.

♡ but talking about the photo booth strips attached on his clear phone case, or in a key chain-frame on his baseball bag, or folded in his wallet, the way he just lets every single person he encounters that you are together is close to obnoxious.

♡ your face is obnoxiously his lock screen, your handwriting is obnoxiously on each one of his notebook, and every one of your call equals to a delighted, yet somehow obnoxious, grin on mei's face.

♡ he has given you one or two of his caps the same way he just keeps some of the lunchboxes you lend him, never really returning it back to you. the water bottle you are using is currently his, and the key chain on the keys to his dorm room is one he teasingly stole from your school bag.

♡ you gave him back cap once without a word. he wanted to push it back into your hands when he noticed the scribbled handwriting under it, with little doodles of hearts all over it. it's messy, and the ink was bleeding all over — you must have had a hard time with the marker. from that moment on, he kisses his knuckles only to press it against your handwriting before a fateful pitch. no one has to know. no one has to know except you and him.

♡ and of course the whole fucking baseball team.

♡ you've turned into a celebrity within the scope of inashiro's prestigious baseball team.

♡ all thanks to mei and his blabbering mouth, of course — you have to be kidding him if you give him, basically, all that a high school baseball player would ever want from their significant other and not expect him to show off.

♡ but they've known you for a while by now, and it's generally just amazing to them to see you so willingly and enthusiastically date mei the same way he is too to you.

♡ being jealous of him is, of course, a given.

"Someone get this man's phone away from him," Carlos groans rather loudly in the cafeteria as Mei laughs, kicking his shin softly under the table without even gazing up from his phone.

You are sending him a string of texts, telling Mei about your day, and sending selfies with the strange robot employee you met while upgrading your phone credit in town. When all that he can think about is to add the pictures that you just sent to his wallpaper carousel, Riku, from the far-end of the table, is feeding into Carlos' yaps.

"What's so funny, Mei?" His voice booms, asking a question that the answer to is just too obvious.

"Beat it," Mei shoots back, busy tapping away in his phone, letting his steaming rice grow cold. "Find some other jerk to annoy."

♡ you are dating superstar mei, though for some reason, he seems to be the one who would boast about you. everyone knows about him. but you? no one knows about the way you take care of stray cats you found on school grounds or how excellent you are at molding things into your own nature. and he would be damned if you end up living under his shadow.

♡ he shows absolutely no interest to a person if what they offer is no more than support for his baseball career. and while he is grateful for everyone on his side, some people take it too far. and one should know to never cross narumiya mei's line. he has no problem cutting someone off of his life once he realizes their disrespect of his relationship — of you.

♡ oh, but fights with mei are quiet, and tearful. never in public, and always in secret. while mei basks on the spotlight usually on him, neither of you enjoys negative attention. communication really is key — though he is aware of every single one of his actions and words, slips-up cannot be avoided. the same thing goes for you.

♡ and mei doesn't really know why, but he doesn't cry even if you do. even on the verge of separation, or in a heated debate. his mind goes numb as fire takes over his body. during times like this, all he wants to do is swing his bat at nothing in particular, and hope that the problem would die after his 50th. but that isn't how life works, and that isn't certainly not how relationship works. mei is realistic, above all else, and to not be a hypocrite, he tames the temper raging in his bones and sit himself down. in all the times he has swallowed his ego for you, he always wishes that you would do the same to him.

#mei #narumiya mei #daiya no a #daiya #narumiya mei x reader #ace of diamond #daiya no a x reader #headcanons #anon ! #requests: daiya

[cabinofimagines]

So it begins (Halloweek 2023)

A/N: I'll be expecting lots of comments and likes on this or we won't post the rest you've been warned -Danny Words: 1,167 Warnings: This ofc follows our Halloweek timeline therefore everyone is of age but it's all platonic dw

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Apollo is worried.

Meg asked him to deliver the invites for this year's Halloween party to all of their friends, and he thought it would take two, maybe five seconds to visit everyone. He was wrong.

Now that he's a god again, he's able to visit everyone at the same time, but since we don't have the power to read all of the interactions at once, let's start with the ones at Camp Jupiter.

Apollo—dressed as Lester—knocked on Hazel's front door and waited. Now, time's a bit funky when you're a god, so he could be wrong, but he kind of felt like it took way too long for Hazel to show up and open up.

When she did, she looked like she'd spent the whole month hybernating.

"Lester," her expression changed right away, and she tried to reach for her sword except she didn't have it at the moment. "What is it? What happened?"

"Greetings, Praetor!" Lester smiled, handing her a bright orange envelope. "You are cordially invited to Meg's Halloween party! Costumes required, drinks are optional."

Hazel blinked, her mouth forming a silent "O" when he explained the reason of his visit.

"Anyway, the invite's for you and Frank, obviously, we're not wasting paper if you guys are coming together anyway," Lester paused and studied her looks. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah!" She fixed her posture. "Sorry, I was taking a nap so..."

"Got it, got it," Lester grinned. "Well, see you at the party!"

Hazel tried not to look as freaked out as she felt, she nodded and smiled. "Sure! See ya!"

Next up was Jason. He opened right away, but he looked just as tired as Hazel. When he saw Lester at the doorway he frowned.

"This is the worst kind of deja vu," he muttered.

"Good to see you too!" Lester replied happily, though he was starting to sense that something wasn't quite right with his friends. He handed Jason the envelope. "Party at Meg's, costumes, food, you know the drill."

Jason took the invitation and stared at it for a little too long, Lester cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Have we misspelled Jason, or...?"

The boy shook his head and tried for a smile, but he was a terrible liar. "No it's fine, I was er... just thinking about some stuff I gotta do before I leave for the party."

"Busy man, aren't you, little brother?" Lester patted his shoulder proudly.

"Please don't ever call me that."

"I'll think about it," He winked at him.

Since Grover offered to take the invite to Percy and Annabeth the last time he'd visited Meg, Lester's next visit was to Piper.

This time he made sure not to show up at an inconvenient time, which meant he showed up when she was just coming back from her last class of the day.

Piper was so done with everything that she didn't even panic when she spotted Lester on her bed. She nudge him to the side and fell face-first on the mattress.

"What?" She asked against her pillow.

Lester looked at her with worry. "Am I missing something? All of you look really tired, is there a new war going on?"

"Yeah, it's called midterms," Piper groaned. "Why are you visiting us?"

Lester placed her invitation on the pillow. "Halloween is this weekend."

The girl lifted herself up abruptly and seized the envelope. "Crap," she stated.

Lester started to feel anxious. Had everyone forgotten? They weren't thinking about ditching Meg's party, right? That would suck.

"I take that none of you remembered?"

Piper's face was easy to read. "No, no! Don't worry, I'll be there."

Lester didn't want to pressure anyone, but he also didn't want Meg to get hurt. "Well, if you need any help you can call anytime."

Piper smiled and placed the invitation on her nightstand. "Thanks, man."

"Yeah," he got up to leave. "Take your nap."

Leo was the only one so far that looked the same as always. He was fixing a bike on the rooftop of the waystation, and when Lester showed up, he seemed happy to see him.

"Hey, man!" The young man got up and grabbed a dirty cloth to sort of clean up before shaking Lester's hand. "What's up?"

"Halloween party at Meg's," Lester handed him his invite.

"Oh, right!" Leo seized the envelope and read it briefly. "Cool, yeah," he looked up and smiled. "You guys need help with the decorations or something?"

"Nah, the dryads and satyrs took over," Lester said.

Leo raised a brow. "Really? And they did a good job?"

"Hey, don't use that haughty tone, they are experts at parties!"

"Alright, fine!" Leo raised his hands in surrender. "Well, yeah I'll be there. You told everyone else yet?"

"Yeah, I'm on it," Lester tilted his head, paying attention to the other interactions. "They don't seem excited this year."

Leo grinned knowingly. Truth be told, he was freaking out a little as well, but he was good at hiding that sort of stuff. Time had gone by way too fast this year, he hadn't even realized it was October.

"We're all adults now, man, stuff get in the way, but we'll be there no matter what."

"Yeah," Lester sighed, humans had the bad habit of aging too quickly.

Nico and Y/N were a whole other story. They were together on the rec room, and when Lester showed up Nico welcomed him with a crooked smile.

"About time! We were starting to wonder if Meg had forgotten."

Lester pulled out the two orange invitations and smiled. "Never!"

"Nice!" Y/N examined the piece of paper with excitement. "Can't wait! It took Cal like a whole week to finish my costume, it's gonna be amazing."

"Meg said she was cool with me summoning a few ghosts to act as waiters for her party," Nico grinned, pushing the letter on his pocket. "It's going to be awesome."

"Are you taking the cocoa puffs with you?" Y/N asked with curiosity.

"Of course," Nico snorted. "Already have their costumes planned out."

"Aww, that's cute," Lester beamed. "I'm glad you two didn't forget, everyone else seems... sort of dead."

Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"

Lester shrugged. "Doesn't look like they're feeling it this year, Piper mentioned some midterms, whatever that means..."

Nico and Y/N shared a look, but whatever they were thinking, they didn't mention it to Lester.

"You probably caught them in a bad moment," Nico brushed it off.

"Yeah, we'll be having our monthly meeting tomorrow, I'm sure everyone will want to talk about how excited they are about the party."

Lester cheered up at this. "Yeah, that's probably it! Well, see you guys this weekend!"

"Bye, Lester!"

"See you."

The god vanished and left the two demigods alone. Y/N looked at Nico and scowled.

"They definitely forgot."

"Definitely," Nico smirked and fell back on the couch, eating a fistful of popcorn. "Can't wait for tomorrow's meeting."

#halloween verse #halloween fic #pjo fanfic #heroes of olympus #toa #danny's writing

[dearlymrme]

Hi! For the prompts list, could you do 131 with Papa Secondo? I love the idea of him being really soft with his partner when he’s in private (or when he’s high because let’s be real he steals primos stash after a long day of papa-ing), and I think it’s a great prompt for some fun and funky Papa Pitbull content

Thank you for the ask! It was absolutely fun to write. We need more soft Secondo. I have only been high and felt serious effects twice. The first time, it made me feel so comfortable, and the sensation that my whole skin was wrapping me in a warm hug. The second time was from vaping and gave me uncontrollable laughter to the point my stomach was cramping, and I got five minute abs.

Cherry Poppers (Secondo x Reader)

Secondo x Reader || Recreational Drug Use || Age Difference || Daddy Kink || Innocence Kink || WC: 3031

His brothers call him a cradle robber, but neither of them are much better. Primo's wife is thirty years younger than him, and Terzo's current lover is twenty below. Your age doesn't matter much to him, but it does play a part. It's also about the fact that you are very inexperienced. Your friends had called you a prude, you didn't drink, you didn't party, you didn't even jaywalk, brought up by your mother to be afraid of damn near everything that was fun, that was wild and 'outrageous'.

You had realized that you lived your life under a gaslighter and got away. You needed a place to stay to get your life in order, support from people that would encourage you to live. You made new friends, and while you may not have made satanic vows yet, you certainly threw away your old ones. Then you met him. Your innocent but charismatic and eager sense to behold everything labeled 'evil' is what attracted him. Despite being the most inexperienced little swimmer of the church, you toed the water, liked how it felt, and wanted to swim.

You just needed someone to catch you when you jumped into the deep end.

And he was more than eager to be those arms.

He popped your cherry in more ways than one. Alcohol, dancing, sex, and now drugs.

The bed was comfortable, apparently one of the comfiest you had ever been on. He can only imagine the look of confusion of his brothers' faces when they enter their rooms to see all their pillows missing. Said foisted pillows were stacked as a mountain behind him, supporting you both nearly upright but conforming enough to let you relax and sink in them.

He had told you to get comfortable. You had quickly toed off your shoes, removed your borrowed hoodie, which practically ate you, and all but fell on your face into the nest, sighing in bliss. He then brought out the entertainment of the day. A small bong, marble in pattern with rich brown and cream colors, and already loaded.

You stared at the piece with wide but eager eyes. Sat up and then leaned against his side. He chuckled as you made grabby hands and then gently took the glass from him. He then waved the lighter in your face, snatching it out of reach when you tried to take it.

"Never used one before?" He asked, knowing full well you haven't.

"No. But you're gonna help me, right?" He nods and then lets you take the green Bic lighter before tapping his finger gently at the loaded dish.

"Press the lighter to it and let the smoke gather until I say when." He instructs. You swallow your excitement and try not to grin like an over eager kid before doing as he told you.

Now, you watch as a cloud forms inside the glass bowel. He gauges carefully, taking in your fascinated and excited expression as you watch the glass fog.

"That's enough." He taps your knee. "Now, seal your mouth over the top and breathe it in." You do as he instructs and lock your lips around the smooth glass opening and breathe. He bites his lip, picturing your lips wrapped around something else.

The smoke is hard on your lungs, causing a strain that you can't help but cough through it. A cloud of smoke leaves your mouth as you hack.

"Sorry." You choke, embarrassed. Secondo gives a chuckle from beside you, taking the glass from your hands.

"That's alright, ciliegia. Cough it out." He guides, and you try to breathe through it, but it's more a wheeze before it catches in the back of your throat again and you cough again.

He loads it up again. Letting the smoke gather much longer than you did before inhaling deeply. He doesn't cough, though, and you're impressed because it feels like there's something scratching the inside of your lungs.

He blows out a steady stream, and you settle into his side as he leans back against the pillows and lets his head loll. He hums, already a little high, and he feels his body practically turn into liquid as he enjoys the warmth.

"Now, we wait." One of his arms slings over your shoulder. He's casually dressed down, one of his off days, and of course, he spends it with you. He's not wearing his gloves again, and you shudder at the memory of his soft hands trailing down between your thighs, not but a week ago.

You're not the only one thinking about it. Being able to feel your skin against his has his dick quickly stirring against his slacks, and he takes a deep breath through his mouth. Ah, it was that kind of trip.

"Damn brother. I see how it is. Give us the commercial and keep the good shit for yourself."

"You nicked from Primo?" You ask and he huffed.

"He's not going to miss it. Old fart probably won't even notice until it's too late. Besides, who do you think he's growing it for in the first place? Us."

"Us specifically or like, the royal us?" He waves a hand.

"Doesn't matter. It's serving its purpose." He snickers. "For the good of the church." You laugh at his little cheer and lay your head against him. Content and very comfortable all of a sudden.

You run your hand over the bedsheets, and it kind of tickles. The duvet is embroidered with a very ugly gaudy but fancy pattern, clashes yet matches the room so well. Tracing it and catching on the fancy stitching causes your hands to tingle, and you lift one to look over it, and then you slowly begin to rub your fingers together.

It's almost as if you could feel your fingerprints. But your fingertips are just a part of your skin. You're just feeling your skin. The realization that, no, it's not your fingerprints. You just have skin. It seems to be the funniest thing in the world to you because you start to giggle and can't seem to stop.

"I think it might be kicking in." He chuckles and leans over to place a kiss on your forehead. You hum, further sinking into his side as it feels like his whole body has just opened up and enveloped you in a hug, or is that just your skin?

You're high. That's funny. You giggle again. It's funny just knowing you're high and that that's what is responsible for the giggles. Why is this so funny? It's funny that it's funny. You snicker and start to laugh again.

Secondo is now laughing with you and turns your head to place another kiss on your forehead and then leans down to kiss you on your mouth.

What an interesting feeling, his lips gliding against yours. You ruin it by breaking into another fit of giggles.

"It's good, right?" He smiles, earning a very enthusiastic nod. Then he simply stares at you, smiling joyously. It's a good look on him. You're so used to the hard glare and strong lines on his face, but he looks so young when he smiles. He's still staring. You're in the midst of breathing between bouts of girly laughter and looking him deep into his mismatched eyes.

"What?" You ask him, and his smile grows.

He breaks apart loudly and leads kisses behind your ear before nipping on your lobe gently. It sends a spark down below to your naval and has you huffing in quickly building arousal.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the view." He takes advantage of your pause between fits of tittering to capture your mouth again, and this time, you moan into the kiss. His tongue his hot and heavy in your mouth as you attempt to slowly explore it. His kisses are always passionate, always letting you feel your way into what's comfortable and then gracefully leads you into something amazing.

Then you snort as his words finally hit you, and you push him lightly on the shoulder. He playfully attempts to bite your hand, snatching it up as you try to get away and laying kisses on your fingers. They tickle, too.

"Wanna try something?" He asks

"Always if it's with you." Now you're laughing at your own cheesiness.

He reached for bong again and took a deep hit. The water gurgling breaks through the room. It's starting to stink, a combination between the weed and his natural spicy smell. It's not a bad scent, but it'll definitely be stuck to you and your clothes for the rest of the day.

Then Secondo grabs you by your jaw and leans in close. You've seen this in movies. As he blows the smoke in your face, you breathe it in, eyes shining as your lungs complain. You turn away to cough again and hum as it serves to make your head feel heavier and your body hotter.

Secondo drags you back again by your chin and captures you're lips once more. This time you're taking change and he happily allows it. It's still a little clumsy and he knows that's because of the weed, you're a fast learner, you went from 'never kissed a man' to professional in a matter of weeks with his practice.

You hand skims his inner thigh, bumping right up against his cock and he's quickly reminded of just how damn hot this is. Getting you high and taking advantage of you had been the plan of the day but he hadn't accounted on it having this much effect on him.

He mentally grumbles another 'fuck you' to his older brother and breaks the kiss with a loud smack. He hisses against your chin, baring his teeth and grabs your hand as it skirts his knee.

"I'm so hard right now." He admits and then presses your hand directly against his aching dick, straining against the inner seam of his pants.

You murmur his words back to him in a daze and dare to look down at the indent of his cock in his jeans. At the sight, your core tightens and you press your thighs together.

"Can I sit on it?" You ask him because if it feels this good from just him touching you, you can't help but wonder what it would feel like if he was fucking you. You're already wet, the drug has you practically leaking, you can feel the slickness between your folds just from shifting your legs. The action sending spark of arousal further through you and your stroke Secondo's cock through his pants, wrapping your hand around the indention and giving a firm squeeze.

He groans, not expecting you to take charge, and his cock jumps against your palm.

You suddenly feel achingly empty.

"Yeah? You wanna sit on Daddy's cock?" He rephrases the question in a way that has your breath hitch and butterflies fluttering in your chest from his use of the word. Yeah, you want that. Absolutely. The longer you go empty the more desperate you suddenly feel for it. Your pussy clenches on nothing in desire for something. You nod dumbly as your hands go from gripping his dick to fumbling with his button and zipper.

He happily helps you, and together, you pull out your prize. Released from tight constraint of his pants, Secondo gives a grunt of relief and wraps a hand around his member, giving it a firm squeeze. It's flushed an angry red and already dribbling with precum.

He snickers as you thumb at the head for a moment, fascinated by the feeling of wet against your finger. Then you're distracted by the heat of his dick, hot, smooth, and soft the skin is. You trace your hands down to tangle with his thick pubic hair before throwing your leg over his and hovering in his lap. He lifts your skirt, watching as you part your underwear to the side and carefully line his cock up with your entrance.

You sink low enough to pop the head inside of you and have to bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out how good it feels. Just that small amount has your legs quivering and cunt spasming. You can feel every bit of the bridge between his head and his shaft. It's hot, fascinating at how it feels hotter outside your cunt as your combined heats just melt into one, kinda like what you're doing now.

Secondo hisses between his teeth, hands grabbing at your thighs, but he makes no move to lower you. He has no intention of rushing you. He wants you to experience every bit of this at your own comfortable pace. He needs something to hold, though. If he doesn't have something to at least dig his nails into, he's going to lose his mind.

He blows out steadily through his mouth, nearly whistling before he takes in your appearance. You're flushed, your eyes are puffy and red from the smoke, and transfixed on where your bodies are joined, even though a small amount. You look so cute like this. Trusting him to take care of you, to hold back while you adjust, to help you through the dark water as you figure out how to swim amongst the sharks.

It makes his head spin, the amount of control he has over you. He pushed the first drink into your hand and then more as he helped you figure out what you had a taste for. He helped you let loose, weave and grind your hips against his as he taught you how to dance to that naughty stripper's music, and the again slowly move to something more casual in his office later that night. He's the one that pulled your cute little panties down around your ankles and ate you out for thirty minutes, stretched you out for ten, and then fucked you slow and carefully for what felt like an eternity.

He's getting high from more than just the weed. You were as good as a drug.

"Come on. I thought you wanted to sit on it."

Oh yeah. You did say that.

In one fluid and smooth drop, you take him fully . You croak a low gasp because it's tight with no prior preparation, but you're slick enough and wanton enough that it goes in easy. Your body all but welcomes the sudden fullness, the way your cunt starts to envelope around his prick, smooth skin that feels molten hot against the wet walls of your pussy.

"Fuuuuck. You're so tight." Secondo grunts as you force him to immediately bottom out. His balls, already tight, pressed against the slopes of your ass.

"So full." You describe, almost caught in a dream and press your hand to your lower stomach. You must be imagining it, but you could swear you feel a bump from his cock inside of you.

You reach up and wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder and just feeling for a moment. Secondo seems to understand this and returns your hug, running his hands up and down your back in soothing motions. It tickles, bursts goosebumps all over your body, and makes you take in tranquil breath.

"Can I move, ciliegia?" He asks you, and you nod before he rolls back against the pillows, bringing you with him as he props his knees up and starts to move.

He gyrates his hips with a meticulous rhythm, a slow ride, he's in no hurry.

You feel absolutely wrecked from the inside out and it was good he was taking charge at the moment because you can barely function properly right now, lost in the sensations of his cock dragging back and forth against your walls. Then he rubs his cockhead direction into your g-spot and you sob in pleasure.

"Shh, it's alright, piccola. Just hold onto me. Hold onto Daddy." Secondo licks his lips and takes in deep breaths, trying as hard as he can to make this last. "I'm gonna take good care of you."

The weed enhances everything. You feel as hot as an oven. He palms your ass and snickers. A literal cake fresh out of the oven. Shit, now he's the one laughing at his own joke.

You want to weep by how stimulated you feel. And when he suddenly starts to laugh, it resonates deep inside your chest while you par him with soft mumbles and whines of pleasure. He dares to thrust, just once, and your body immediately locks up on him as he plucks an intense and long-lived orgasm from you.

It crashes, tearing softly through your stomach and spreading from your limbs and curling your toes. You've never felt one like it before. It's like a movie in slow motion. Secondo grunts, as though pained, and for a moment, you thought you had tightened hard enough around him to injure him.

"Hurt you?" You mumble, brained. Secondo spits another laugh and shakes his head. He sucks in a breath, tenses, and lets out a rattled groan. He hugs you close, so close. Then he arches, tugging you as firmly to his chest as he can. His lips press gentle but firm kisses to your shoulders, nosing your shirt out of the way so he can touch skin.

He stops, and you feel it. You feel his dick jumping inside of you, hard throbs in uneven time as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your soppy wet cunt, directly into your womb. You sigh in bliss and rub your hand over your lower stomach, imaging what it must look like, having his load burning white into the pinks of your cunt.

You sit together like this for a moment, Secondo's eyes half shut as he enjoys your heat for as long as comfortable. Eventually, he's going to have to pull out, but for right now, this is paradise. You then press your lips to his ear and tell him something that's only so damn funny because of how much he considers it.

"We should fuck high as often as possible."

#secondo #secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii x reader #reader insert #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band #dee answers #dee writes

[bi-bard]

I Wanna Feel All that Love and Emotion - Barry Allen Imagine (The Flash)

Title: I Wanna Feel All that Love and Emotion

Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader

Based On: People Watching

Word Count: 1,019 words

Warning(s): fear over commitment (kinda, not in the way you assume)

Summary: How long can a person watch other people in love before they start losing hope for themselves? (Y/n) finds themself fearing they'll never fall in love as they save the city and watch countless couples reunite.

Author's Note: I sobbed to this song when I first heard it, but it's fine.

SUPERACHE - CONAN GRAY WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I felt myself force a smile as the woman I just saved ran over to her partner. The pair hugged each other, sobbing as they held on tightly. I took a deep breath and turned around.

"We've got everyone and everything's secure," Barry told me just as he stopped in front of me. "I don't know where the guy who caused this went."

"He must've taken off before we got here," I replied, looking around the group again.

I had meant to look to see if anyone looked different. Looking at Barry and me instead of the disaster. Someone watching with no emotion. Maybe the quick flash of some funky costume.

I didn't see any of that.

What I did see was people all connecting. Couples holding each other, friends checking on each other. All forms of relationships that you could imagine. Disaster shows how united a group can be.

Watching all of the relationships made my chest feel tighter. I would've given anything to have that kind of connection. Not the disaster part, of course, but the closeness and the trust. I had been craving it for years now. It just had never been in the cards for me.

I sighed.

"You alright," Barry asked.

I looked at him again, shaking myself out of my thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired."

He nodded, but his expression didn't show that he believed me. "We should get back to Star Labs."

I nodded back. "Race ya."

I took off before he could reply.

I was leaning on a desk in the lab when he showed up.

"That was cheating," he said, pointing at me.

"It's not my fault if you have slow reflexes."

"Slow? I am the fastest man alive."

"Meh, are you?"

"You flew here, that's different."

"Fastest runner alive," I corrected.

He rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Alright, you guys get changed," Cisco pointed at us. "I think we've earned some drinks."

I bit my lip for a moment. That feeling in my chest was still there and I really didn't want to sit with it all night. It would only drag these guys down.

"I actually think I'm gonna go home early tonight," I replied. "Just a bit tired."

"You sure," Barry asked. I nodded. "Alright, get home safe."

I nodded again.

I didn't end up going home after I changed. Well... I kind of did, but I wasn't in my apartment. I ended up sitting on the roof of my apartment building, looking out at the city that I had dedicated my life to.

I felt a gust of wind behind me. I closed my eyes, knowing immediately who it was.

"Hi, Barry," I said.

"Hey," he replied, going to sit next to me near the edge of the roof.

"How'd you know I was up here?"

"You come up here whenever you're upset," he shrugged. "I kinda figured out that something was wrong when you were leaving. I wanted to give you a little bit of space though."

"Thanks," I forced a grin at him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

I shrugged a little bit, looking down at my lap.

"We don't have to; we can just sit here. Like giant birds."

I couldn't help but chuckle at him, looking back over at him. He was looking over at me with a grin, clearly proud that he got a laugh out of me. I took a moment to consider how I wanted to word this.

"How often do you watch people after you save them," I asked. "Not for some extended period of time, but just immediately after saving them."

"Umm," Barry furrowed his eyebrows. "I wouldn't say super often, but sometimes I'll look. It's nice to see people feel safe after something's happened."

I nodded.

"Do you not agree?"

"No, no, I do," I said. "It's just... sometimes it makes me a little... sad? I guess?"

"Why?"

"I... I haven't gotten the chance to be in love," I tried to explain. "Not truly. I've tried dating and such, but nothing beyond that. After a while, I guess seeing all of the relationships has made me a little bit... jealous? That sounds awful but I don't have a better word."

Barry nodded, not trying to interrupt or help me. He was just listening to me.

"I've... I've watched countless couples reunite and hold each other," I continued. "I've seen true love unfold in front of me. I... I guess I just want to know what it feels like. Experience it all. When's my turn to get those emotions."

"Y'know, it's not all those happy moments," Barry replied, trying to comfort me. "There's lows to all of it."

"But isn't that part of the beauty of it," I turned my body to face him. "The smiles and tears. The good and the bad. Miracles and tragedies."

He nodded, grinning to himself.

"That sounded dumb, didn't it," I asked. "Sorry. I get caught up in the hopes and the rainbows and the crap-"

I jumped a little when Barry leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. He slowly kissed me while I sat still, completely shocked.

He leaned back slower than he had leaned forward. He just stared at me for a few moments, waiting for me to respond.

I blinked a few times before I came to my senses. "It... It's very dangerous to surprise someone on a roof. I could've fallen off..."

Barry chuckled at me.

"I could've dragged you down with me-"

"Let me make it up to you," he cut me off. "Would dinner work?"

"Are you..."

"Asking you on a date," he finished my question. "Yeah, I am."

"You don't have to do that out of pity."

"I'm not. I'm doing it because I really like you and I have for a while now. I want to go out to dinner with you. As a date. Would you like that?"

I slowly nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice... that sounds really nice."

He grinned before leaning over to kiss me again.

Maybe it was my turn. I just needed to see that.

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[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - A Pops in all but blood

I was in the mood for some wholesome and silly shenanigans of the Vampire family (Bright Eyes, Frederick and Sam) + Tanker so I started writing a bit. I wanted at least 3 scenarios but since I'm juggling with two other fics, this one took a step back.

But here's the first scene! I'll try to add more once I'm in the mood again~ Tagging @moonandstarlightsposts because she hyped me up!

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“Bright. You need to drink.” 

“Nah, I’m good actually. Had a sip of Freddy.”

“Hmm. Freddy then. Have you drunk yet?”

“Uh, I’m actually not hungry. Thanks, Sam.”

“OK, enough’s enough. Why aren’t y’all drinking any of the blood bags in the fridge?” 

Vincent pretends to occupy himself with his phone but in reality? He’s doing his best not to grin the moment Sam puts on what he likes to call ‘The Disappointed Dad™’ voice. When he dares to peek above his phone, Sam is close to wearing an expression to match it. Sprawling on the couch on top of a sheepish Frederick, Bright Eyes pretend not to notice as they watch TV. They’re like an indolent, spoiled cat and Vincent knows how Sam, Frederick and even William spoiled them terribly. 

Tonight Vincent was supposed to pick up the cowboy to a meet-up with William for a short meeting and then the two of them could grab dinner since their respective lovers are hanging out. Some bro bonding time, you know? (Vincent has a feeling that Sam would smack him on the head if he ever says it out loud). But the moment he lets himself into the Collins’ residence, Sam absentmindedly waves him to the lazy chair, too absorb with his Newborns. 

Who apparently, is in a fussy mood today. 

“Because.” Bright Eyes simply reply and switch to a horror channel. Completely unbothered as Sam sighed. 

“Bright, you know you can’t rely on Frederick’s blood forever. You need to start getting used to another source of food. It’s our way.” 

Vincent is surprised when Frederick chimes in. “We know. It’s just that, uh, the blood bags were off.” 

Sam and Vincent are left bewildered at that. So Vincent interjects. “What do you mean ‘off’? Blood doesn’t go ‘off’.” 

Bright roll their eyes and finally switch off the TV. They made a grabby motion at Frederick who easily and gently, pull them up so they could sit on his lap. Everyone in the Clan finds it adorable how touchy-freely these two are with each other. “Yeah, it does. Took a little taste earlier and some of them are just - blergh.” Bright scrunch up their face, recalling how their tongue cringes earlier.

Frederick nods but made no further comment. It made Sam narrow his eyes at them and Vincent is giddy. That means Sam’s about to go all parental on them. 

“By any random chance, are the ‘off’ blood bags happen to be B+?”

“Don’t know,” Bright Eyes says a little too quickly. Meanwhile, Frederick hides his face by pressing it against their neck. “Wasn’t really looking.” 

“Bright, if I go check the fridge and see fang marks on them B+ bags, it means they’re not off. You two are just picky.” 

No one says anything. So Sam pretends to impatiently tap his boot.

“I’m counting ‘til five. If I’m right, the next batch will be nothing but B+. One… two… three… four -”

It’s Frederick who gives in first. “We don’t like how it tastes! B+ taste funky and not the cool retro kind!” He whines. Bright Eyes pats his cheek comfortingly and he just soaks up their affection. 

Vincent coos at them while Sam just rolls his eyes and mutters, “Never met a Vamp fussy about blood types and now I got two of ‘em.” He then clears his throat and replies, “None of y’all are gonna make it far in life if B+ blood is stopping you from drinking. What? Are you going to run around asking people for their type before a sip?”

Frederick and Bright Eyes exchange a quick look. “Yeah.” 

Here Vincent interjects, wagging a finger at Sam’s kids. “I’ll pay real money to see you actually go around the clubs, asking people about their medical records. That’ll be hilarious!”

“Don’t encourage them, Vincent. Look, I’ll ask William for a batch other than B+ tonight but you two need to settle in already. Don’t give me that look, Bright; Darlin’ didn’t go easy on you during training. You need to eat so hop to it now and then bed.” 

It’s with fascination and a bit of admiration from Vincent as he watches Sam easily corrals the fussiest Newborns that he ever met to the fridge. Bright Eyes stop complaining once Sam triple promise to bring back ice-creams that Vincent has never heard from a foreign brand. He also observes how Frederick hesitantly drink from one of the blood bag and grimace, but a gentle push from Sam help him drink his fill. After a quick dinner, the two bid Vincent goodbye (well, Frederick, the sweetheart, did at least. Bright Eyes just gives him two finger guns and off they went upstairs) and he and Sam slide into the Vampire Prince’s new, shiny Bugatti Veyron. 

Just as Vincent is about to pull away from the house, Sam pointedly looks at him. “Not a word of what you saw tonight to William.” 

“And why’s that cowboy? Got a street cred going on that I don’t know about?” Vincent can’t help but tease him. Hey, never say that he didn’t enjoy living on the edge every once in a while. He yelps when Sam pinches his side though. 

“Cute, but no. William spoils them enough as it is. Heard him talking to some architects and woodworking folks about the kids' soon-to-be house. Gotta put my foot down somewhere.”

“Uh-huh. So does that mean B+ will still be in the fridge?” 

“...Not until Freddy and Bright are used to their diet.”

“Of course, Sam.” 

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #fanfic #they/them pronouns for bright eyes #bright eyes (listener) #frederick #sam collins #vincent solaire

[pansear-doodles]

Your ability to make such great art and great stories so frequently is really impressive :D! Do you have any tips on how to maintain that kind of drive?

Oh boy

my fellow tumblrian followers, its time i give a long tangent of advice when it comes to maintaining a drive

and I mean VERY long so bear with me.

So first off the bat, I'm not the best person when it comes to focus and consistency. You might immediately think otherwise considering what I post as of recent but actually- my Rain World hyperfixation has disturbed most of my scheduled stuff (but I at least maintain some aspect of uniform somewhere such as making sure I have enough sleep and having something to eat, and making sure I attend my college classes).

Aside from that however, there are actually positive factors and outcomes when it comes to this, or well- tangible from the idea of me posting RW content so frequently and everyday.

I'll go over the major ones:

Passion and Motivation I love Rain World so much and I don't even play it, yet I continue to try making fanart, which I enjoy doing. But why do I do it? Why do I continue to draw it? Why do I want to interpret these funky looking characters in my own way and in my own visions? Simple. Because I *want* to. Nobody is subjecting me nor forcing me to draw these characters. Nobody can stop me from drawing these characters because I know whatever the hell I'm doing with them isn't going to harm people. I always have these personalized thoughts of projecting myself into these fictitious worlds... playing with them as if they're barbie dolls... dissecting them for who they really are as a character... wanting to see them be happy or go through experiences I had or emotions that are uncommon in their canon. I *want* to see depressed characters have a fun time and go through the feelings I went through with them, and its not just exclusive to the Rain World fandom- I've been through past fandoms where my favorite characters have depressing lives yet I find enjoyment when I draw them smiling or hanging out with their friends. I generally don't like venting, but the best I can do to occasionally let loose of my thoughts is to translate it through how the characters act. I *want* them to achieve things that I myself easily could not so I can feel a satisfactory warmth for every bit of that I do. (and encourage myself to do the same) Although... I have to iterate that sometimes its not going to be healthy. Like- do I want to be a murderous bloodthirsty war criminal like Artificer? My most favorite slugcat? Of course not. Its always good and justified to differentiate reality from fiction, and if you have that sort of sense you'd be happy if you can express the real thoughts you have through fiction. That's what its created for after all- and its not just to entertain others, but also yourself!

Real life fuel I LOVE music and I am unable to work nor draw without them. It keeps something busy in the background and really sets the mood. But for me personally, I put on music that's appropriate for my situation. It can range from Jazz, Anime OPs, Video Game Music, Rock, etc. If I want to pump out art or feel energetic, I put on energetic music. If I want to think with comprehensive words and not be too distracted, I put on something lyric less and something calm. Music is not the only thing that keeps me going physically. There's food and drinks (the latter I make with most). But did you know... I hate coffee? Yeah that's right. Throw all your tomatoes. I just don't like the bitterness of it. Coffee is a good drink to keep one awake, but since I don't like it- I look for alternatives. Strangely enough, soda drinks both keep me awake and allow me to sleep better. If you have something like that- a strange food quirk or a food in general that will keep you uppity up and motivated, I recommend you consume them (but not excessively- make sure you maintain a balanced diet). And speaking of the such- make sure to keep your body moving. I do take walks and breaks from the computer. It does help with generating ideas (you have no idea how many ideas that pop in and I immediately make them to a reality), so make sure to write them down so you don't forget them!

Listen from experience and heart I didn't just become a subjectively good artist out of the blue. I had to work my way up here for you to see my content as is. Its not my first time making comics and its definitely not my first time interpreting an existing character in my own way. To tell you the truth... I don't usually have my comic projects finished or at least go through all the way. Its hard for me to be consistent and dedicated to one project. So how did I finish Heist? Calling back to the first factor: Its a strong desire for me to tell this story after all. I want to show the Rain World fandom my interesting ideas (well, interesting to *me*). Heist is not perfect of course. Its borderless, uncolored, sketchy, etc. But what mattered to me at the time is my strong desire of telling it anyway (and I'm still doing it right now with both of my Artihunter-centered comics!). I did the best I could. I tried it. Found feedback to use for improvements. Marched forward! There is always a first time for everything and all it takes is a leap of faith, patience and encouragement, self-confidence, and lots and lots of practice. Your desires are stronger than the placed subjective you are underneath of.

Letting inspiration flow you Nothing in this world is purely original. Some concepts are based from other concepts, even ones where we think is the base concept of those concepts. Usually when there is something I REALLY like, I borrow those ideas excitedly. I embrace these thoughts of enjoying those very ideas and translate them in my own special way. I look at this thing and tell myself: "I really like this thing! Maybe I can expand that." The Rain World fandom is, by far throughout my experiences, the MOST inspirational fandom I've ever been on. People come up to me and admit they're inspired from me, even the subtle ones! (I had people tell me that they've never really seen drawings of Artificer's tail being a fuse until I came in with the idea; they might be coincidences and people can think of it independently, but some are straight up admitting, which is very interesting and nice) And in return, I get inspired by them back! Memes and nods and all. I look at someone's drawing of Gourmand wearing a shirt that says "here for cake" and I do it with my own because I find it funny and cute. I look at someone's drawing of how Hunter holds the spears on their back using rot, and I translate that in my own way combining with what I have: hair that holds it as a result from the rot. I look at someone's art of Artificer X Hunter for the first time, found it a bit funny, turned it into a meme, rolled a bit more with it, found it potentially engaging and emotion-driven, then the next thing you know, everyone's screaming over me saying "you did this! now we ship it too! curse you!" and I find that hilarious and very thoughtful and nice. (and now we have a dedicated tag for it LOL) Influence is a very strong word in the internet, especially between artists. No artist can avoid influence, not even outside of the internet. I embrace said influence and let it go through my veins, mixing and matching and concocting them in my own Pansear-styled tastes. It is EXTREMELY fun and I've been doing it for the longest time! Inspiring each other is so cool and I wanna be in the ride of that!

Freedom

Repeat after me: "I am cringe, but I am free"

But Pansear! You may think to yourself: this phrase has a different meaning and or may be senseless whatsoever. To that which I reply: You're talking to someone who thinks a bit outside of the box and enjoys being chaotic. A funny phrase may be funny or overdone, but there is meaning to some. For me at least, I interpret it as "I may be doing stuff I might regret or might be bullied of, but at least I am having fun."

I think everyone agrees that in the end, we are all internet users of our own right, artists and nonartists, we have our own meanings and own ways of enjoying things. Some people might not prefer my ideas or vibe with them, and I can feel the same. There is no shame in being different. I am guilty of constantly comparing myself to other artists. I get envious, admittedly, of how people can draw the scugs prettier than I could. But I always try to translate these feelings of envy and jealousy into a motivational factor- a positive emotion that speaks "If I can try, I will try harder" or "I think these ideas are pretty neat and I am inspired by them actually" or "everyone's visions are different from mine so I shouldn't bother with trying to be the same with everyone else"

Conclusion/TLDR: It helps to be yourself and have fun! Be passionate! Embrace that chaotic and happy energy and remember to go off with confidence. Keep trying and you'll eventually reach things, even if its going to be difficult. I make it sound easy to do, but I definitely know its not as everyones' approach is different, but there's no harm in just doing it.

#ask #art advice

[stnaf-vn]

HEY! I JUST WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR CONTENT AND YOUR YANDERE, FRIEND. HE IS THE THE DEFINITION OF A PERFECT YANDERE AND I LOVE HIM SM! ^^

So I have an idea, and I wanna see Friends reaction~. Its angst time. >:}

What if MC had a great passion for something, like they're a surgeon or a model. But suddenly they had a freak accident that left their body severely scarred and their body can't function the way it use to before (they need a cane to walk, their hands shake and twitch, and their vision is slightly blind). And MC's boss fires them because of their condition. MC is devastated because their job was their life, their happiness. They worked so hard to get it and now it is gone... And overtime they begin to change badly. Their sleep suddenly doesn't matter anymore, they don't go outside anymore, and they aren't eating enough. And they turn grouchy and short tempered. Friend is obviously worried for them and sneaks inside their house late at night, and finds that they aren't there but inside the kitchen drinking wine. I forgot to mention that MC's house is completely trashed.

"What are you doing here Friend?" MC is sober but their speech was slightly slurred. Friend of course is surprised that MC knew that he was there, but answered their question.

"I came to check up on you, you haven't called me or even left your house and I wanted to see if you were oka-"

"I'M FINE. Peachy fucking fantastic in fact, so if you can please leave."

Friend flinched at their sharp irritated tone, but refused to leave his Sweetheart like this. They walked a few steps forward and reached his arm out to touch MC's wrist.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Sweetheart, you and I both know that you're not fi-"

MC slapped his wrist away and glared at Friend like he meant nothing to them. Friend's mind ignored the burn on his wrist and focused on MC's stare.

"I said I was fine. Leave me the hell alone before I call the police!" MC yelled at Friend and pushed him away as they turned their back on him to grab their bottle full of wine and drink it from the tip, but then Friend yanks the bottle from them.

"Please stop MC! You are not fine at all and I'm not leaving you in this condition!"

MC stands still for a few moments with their head down until they finally break down and tell Friend that they have been a mess since their accident and they got fired from their dream job because of it. They then explained that a life without the job they have worked tooth and nail for was a life they didn't want to live in and they felt worthless and ugly

Friend had a heartbroken expression as he heard the soul crushing explanation on why his Sweetheart was feeling this way. He would for sure deal with their shitty boss later but right now he had to comfort his sweetheart.

"Sweetheart, you are no where close to being worthless or ugly. You are talented and so beautiful beyond compare-"

"STOP! JUST FUCKING STOP! You lying to me is not gonna make me feel any better or get my old life back!" MC screams at Friend while tears are running down their face. "Look at me! I can't walk straight without a fucking cane to stop me from tripping! I need glasses to read from a restaurant menu! And my hands can't stop shaking no matter how hard I FUCKING HIT THEM!"

"Sweetheart, no one could have seen that accident happen, it hurt me to see you go through that and it hurts more to see you suffering like this! If I had the power to make you the way you were before I would! But some things just can't be fixed no matter how hard we try. But I'll be here to help every step of the way. I won't leave you ever no matter what."

MC inhales deeply through their nose before saying,

"A life without my work..."

"Is still life. This isn't the end, there are other things that can give your life meaning!

MC chuckles dryly and scowl at Friend.

"Like what? Like YOU?"

Cue Friend's reaction... :]

(And yes, this was inspired by Dr. Strange)

(Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoy my funky lil' story!! ALSO ANGST I LOVE IT MWAHAHAHAHA)

"....What's that supposed to mean?"

Friend bit his lip to stop the tears from slipping.

"I just....wanted to help you. Because I know what it's like to have everything stripped away from you in a matter of seconds.."

He looks down at his feet and twiddled his thumbs.

"Do you...really not want me around?"

He could hear the way his voice cracked at the end of that sentence. He waited for your response.

#​💾​- see thru need a friend game #stnafgame #see thru need a friend #yandere #friend #18+

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

hi! can i request some kalim x floyd imagines where floyd is piss drunk and thinks kalim is a plushie/stuffed animal? sorry if this sounds weird or random.

you absoluely don't have to do this if you don't want to, though.

Floyd, You're Drunk

This is platonic btw but can be interpreted as romantic. I don’t drink, but it doesn’t matter because this is all played up for funny hahas. Made this in a funky headspace so my bad if it feels off. I haven't been too good recently but still want to create so itsbnot as comedic as I originally planned

It appears that Floyd accidentally sipped one of the Mostro Lounges experimental cocktails, mistaking it for a mocktail, resulting in this predicament. Whatever the hell Azul made or ordered, it was strong. And now, Floyd is half-stumbling, half-dragging his feet in the school hallway with his head feeling funny.

Floyd thought he went through the magic mirror for the Octavinelle Dorm but was quite surprised when he was met by the harsh heat of the sun above him. In the distance, he heard running water from the fountain and music. Was sea otter throwing another party again?

Intrigued, Floyd decided to investigate the party, waltzing right into the middle of everything. It was a good thing that the eel was usually sloppy when he was sober, so no one thought it strange how lazy he was walking.

“Oh! Floyd! Is that you?” Kalim yells to the eel before waving. “It is you! Hello! Welcome to the party!” The young man laughs and puts his hands on his hips, beaming over at the taller man. The human continued to ramble about all sorts of things, but all his words slurred and mixed together in Floyd’s mind as he stared down at Kalim dumbly.

A dark look overtook his features as he stared down at his prey in front of him. A look that everyone but Kalim noticed as the partygoers all paused in their moments, watching in horror as Floyd approached their dorm leader. Jamil’s eyes widen as he steps away from the grill he was cooking at. “KALIM!”

The servant's utensils were thrown to the side as he ran over to Kalim's side. A spell on the tips of his fingers, ready to cast at the Octavinelle resident.

He was too late, however. Floyd’s movements were precise and sudden. His arms snapped around Kalim and lifted him up into his embrace. Everyone froze, expecting the worst. Floyd was gonna break his bones, squeeze the life out of him! Strangle him!

"Eh…? Floyd? What’s wrong? Aw, did you just need a hug?” Kalim half-teased, returning the hug, before looking up at Floyd. “Floyd? Are you alright?” The human asks, concerned. The look in the eel's eyes was… different from how they usually were.

Floyd’s stern expression suddenly changed. “Eeeehhhh, Sea Otter’s really a Sea Otter now! Hehe!~” The taller man's face was flushed from the alcohol in his system as he squished the person in his arms and slurred his words. “All soft and squishy…

Kalim froze for a moment before laughing at the feeling of Floyd tickling him. “Ahaha! Floyd! What has gotten in you? Hahahaha!” Kalim's laughter fills the air, filling the silence aside from the music that plays in the background. Everyone at the part just watched the pair in absolute confusion.

The eel bounced Kalim in his arms while walking over to the dorm fountain. Kalim encouraged his shenanigans, “I knew you were strong, but I didn’t remember you being this strong! Oh, are you gonna throw me?” “Kalim, don’t give him ideas!” Jamil hisses.

The drunken eel considers it for a moment before tossing him in the air and catching him a few times. “Sea Otters flying~” 

Suddenly Floyd catches Kalim and dunks him into the fountain, following right after him in the water. Kalim sputters for a moment looking around, just to see a sizeable serpentine figure in the fountain circling around him, his dorm uniform floating on the surface of the water. 

Squishing and squeezing the human he’s curled around and babbling something about stuffed animals, Floyd starts to become more and more tired as he continues to play with Kalim.

"There you are!” An unwelcome voice shouts as Azul steps into the dorm. “Floyd. Your drunk; let Kalim go.” “But I don’t wannnnaaaa! This is my sea otter now!!” 

"Floyd, come on—“ “NO!” “Floyd—“ “I’m not going!” Floyd, please—“

At least Jamil has some entertainment for all the work he will have to do later,

#i kinda fucked everyones character a bit #oh well #twisted wonderland #kalim al asim x floyd leech #kalim al asim #floyd leech

[cryptic-bonez]

Jules posting again because I have massive brainrot of this creature. (Bonus Mica posting!!)

This time it's Headcanons and dynamics I think fit the characters. My girl Mica is underappreciated me thinks, so I'm gonna fix that.

Reminder that these are HEADCANONS! They aren't actually canon to the characters themselves, and this is just information about the character's personality and background that I think fits them. If anyone wants to add theirs, feel free, because I love reading peoples headcanons and comparing notes! :3

Fair warning, the last two of Jules' headcanons are a bit heavier, so trigger warning for SH and dysphoria mentions! There are also Hemophobia and Emetophobia mentions as well

Jules headcanons;

✧ T4T, or just an overall preference for a Trans/Genderqueer partner, pansexual possibly

✧ Has a pronounced accent when he's angry, excited, singing or acting. Like he definitely has one, but it comes out more when he's being expressive if that makes sense

✧ Definitely looks back at his old clothes from his emo phase and almost cringes because of how bad the style he used to dress in. He just fixes everything up with other absolutely ruined clothes and makes them better.

✧ Cleaned and donated his binders for sure! I feel like he'd deep clean them and everything, gives em away to other trans teens/young adults in need

✧ Studed gauges, spiky earrings, just.. out there and absurd jewlery that somehow goes so well with his outfits

✧ Was definitely a cowboy almost every year for Halloween growing up.

✧ Active protester against waste dumping! Very vocal about it too! Even makes awareness posts online and such! Made a GoFundMe to help protect land, especially indigenous land or ranches!!

✧ When he dances, it's not just generic or free style dancing. He's like.. expressing his emotions and soul with it, letting his body move without thinking about it. Like Goth dancing would be, but more expressive and fluid and just overall freeing if that makes sense

✧ Still finds glitter everywhere because he's probably spilled some as a child when doing arts and crafts. They're a very artistic person, me thinks.

✧ Definitely had his nipples tattooed on instead. You can't tell me they wouldn't find a really weird, goth or just overall funky design for a tattoo to replace their nipples after post op healing. Something like a skull, or a cowboy hat.

✧ Loves any kind of animal. Doesn't have a preference. Probably somehow tamed a bearded dragon when they were younger?? And they just. They just had it as a pet for a while. His parents never found out for a while either?? Until he just brought it out like "hey look! This is my new pet!". They also screamed the first time the bearded dragon shot blood at him from it's eyes. (Yes they can do that. Yes it's weird. And yes it's also cool)

✧ Plans on getting tattoos on his surgery scars. Animal skulls or something like that, a mix of alternative/goth and western.

✧ Probably had an unhealthy way of coping with dysphoria. Binded a lot more than he should, stuff like that.

✧ more than likely has a few scars from sh when struggling with self image and dysphoria. He's been clean for years now, and he most likely got tattoos over the scars because they accept that part of them, and they aren't ashamed of it

some Mica headcanons because my girl is swag and deserves some recognition!!

✦ Genderfluid, any pronouns. Doesn't even care if you call her an "it" (probably takes it as a compliment)

✦ Used to be irrationally scared of horses until she met Jules

✦ Hates house parties, only goes for the drinks, food and if Jules is going.

✦ Neurodivergent! Probably has a sleeping disorder too

✦ Has a scorpion belly button piercing. And a scorpion tattoo as well. They're her favorite arachnid

✦ Prefers reptiles or arachnids as a pet, but would totally foster black cats. Most likely pagan/wiccan

✦ didn't talk to Jules for a week because he showed her the bearded dragon defense mechanism. She fainted.

✦ Hemophobia + emetophobia (the fear of blood & vomit)

✦ either has the nicest nicknames or the most rancid god awful nicknames for her friends.

✦ Drives a hearse! Decorates it for festive stuff. Also named it (She'd name it something like Salaman or Pamantha just because it'd be funny)

✦ Mild scoliosis and chronic back pain probably. Has to wear a back brace for it

✦ Enjoys costume design! Makes her own clothes from scratch

✦ Supports small businesses/creators/artists. She has a lot of skincare products from indigenous businesses to support them.

✦ Very vocal about protesting against waste dumping and using land for things that'll harm nature in general! Goes to protests with Jules. Even has social media platforms to help spread information and stop waste disposal on indigenous lands

✦ Supportive of Jules getting into his culture! Very interested in learning about customs and traditions. Also goes to festivities to be his emotional support friend

✦ Was a theater kid in middle and high school, started her alternative phase in 6th grade(she boasts about this to Julien sometimes just because)

character dynamics; Julien + Mica

Hates the theater kid stereotype but unknowingly plays into it + Also hates the theater kid stereotype but doesn't play into it.

absolutely terrified of spiders + loves spiders

neurodivergent + neurodivergent = chaos

Hates porcelain dolls + has a porcelain doll collection

Bone collector + specimen collector

yallternative + alternative/goth

Accident prone + "What did you do this time?!"

Stupid + also stupid

Grew up on a ranch + grew up on a farm

loves horseback riding + prefers to watch instead

bites to be affectionate + bullies to be affectionate

#jules jourdain #dc pride #circuit breaker #mica #jules jourdain the man that you are #headcanon #character dynamics #two best friends #they are neat me thinks #the brainrot is real #a.l. kaplan #the man that you are

[llumimoon]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAAAAAL 🥳🎉 ok ok ik it won't technically be your birthday when you receive this ask but. It's late for me (gotta go to bed!) and I didn't want to wait until tmr hahaha. ANYWAYS Cal I love you sooooooo much and I genuinely would struggle to fully express to you just how grateful I am to be friends. That said, I hope you know just how much I admire your immense talent, creativity, kindness, passion, humor, pronounced fixation with seals, and everything else that makes you you 💜. Whether we're discussing funky little AUs or bitching about blorbo takes or sharing music or cracking jokes or sending late night asks just to say goodnight and I love you, I'm grateful for every moment. I feel so fucking lucky that our paths crossed the way that they did, and I look forward to whatever is yet to come!

I hope this year brings you many good things, and that 19 (. You're 19 right?) treats you well. I was about to say "and don't do what I did when I was 19 and drink waaaaay too much" but the drinking age is different where you are so nvm you should be fine 😎.

OK BIRTHDAY SEAL GO!

MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH

WAAAUUGHGGHHHGHGHGH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💝💝💝💝💝💝💝🥺💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

THANK YOU BABS MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!! IM SO HAPPY WE'RE FRIENDS !!!!!!!!

#ask #babacontainsmultitudes #THANK YOUUUUUU WMAH WMAH WMAH MWHAGH #I FEEL SO LOVED ALREADY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #YEAS ITS MY 19TH HEHEHEHEHEHHEE

[witchersgoldenbard]

Caffeine and Forehead Kisses

It's been one of those months where it seems like the whole world needs Jaskier to be there, to listen and to fix their problems. And Jaskier loves it, usually, but it's getting out of hand and he desperately needs a break from everything. Thankfully, Lambert is there to save the day - and to send him pictures of otters in funky hats.

wc: 1.9k | tags: modern au, established relationship, protective lambert, jaskier has anxiety, slightly nonverbal jaskier

read on ao3 | for @karolincki​ my beloved 💛

Everything in Jaskier is longing to scream until his throat is raw enough to justify calling in sick for the next two to four business months. His anxiety is through the roof, his skin tingling every time his phone vibrates with another message, his laptop pings with a new email or his coworkers stop by his desk to have a little chat. He wants to scream, but the very thought of that makes his already shaking hands tremble even more, and he has to work himself through the sixth breathing exercise that day alone. It’s not even 3pm yet.

Reaching for his phone, he ignores all the notifications and instead goes to his chat with Lambert. 

Jask [2:21 pm] - i want to go home 

Jask [2:21 pm] - tell my mom to come pick me up 

Jask [2:22 pm] - or better yet, you come pick me up 🥺☹️

It doesn’t take long for Lambert to come online and for Jaskier to get a text back. 

Lambi 🦌 [2:24 pm] - I’ll be there at 4 with sugar and caffeine, yeah? 

Jask [3:24 pm] - i love you more than words can express. but also please something with cinnamon? 👀

Lambi 🦌 [2:25 pm] - Done 

Lambi 🦌 [2:25 pm] - Here, have pictures of otters in hats 

Lambi 🦌 [2:25 pm] - 5 attachments

As Jaskier scrolls through the pictures and shakes his head at how wonderfully inept his boyfriend is when it comes to emotions while still managing to cheer him up each and every time, the itch under his skin subsides. He doesn’t want to scream anymore, instead all he wants now is to hug Lambert and to just exist in his arms for the rest of the day with nothing but caffeine, sugar and forehead kisses. 

When 4pm finally rolls around, Jaskier all but jumps out of his chair, grabs his stuff without so much as a goodbye, and races down the stairs to find Lambert waiting for him. That wonderful, wonderful man with his ginormous coffee travel mug and a cinnamon roll the size of Jaskier’s fist, his arms opened wide in invitation that Jaskier only too gladly accepts. 

“I love you,“ he tells Lambert, pressing a kiss to his cheek. „I love you, I love you, I love you.“ 

Standing out here now, the sun on his face, breathing in Lambert’s familiar scent, all the tension falls from his shoulders. It almost leaves him feeling hollow, but he tries not to think about that too much.

“Just admit it, you love the coffee more,“ Lambert sighs as he presses the mug into Jaskier’s delighted hands. 

It is then that Jaskier realises he hasn’t eaten anything yet today, and that the dull ache just above his eyebrows might actually be caused by drinking too little. He’s not been great at taking care of himself between Essi’s broken heart, Yen’s latest mood swings, reminding Eskel of his worth and value, and just taking on everyone’s problems. He’s Jaskier, taking care of people is what he does. He shouldn’t complain that they love him, that they trust him enough with their deepest and darkest parts and value his input. 

And the tricky thing is, he does love being there for them. Loves being the person they confide hin, loves existing in other people’s lives as the one person who always has the right thing to say, who can always solve their problems. A bit of sunshine on an otherwise dreary day. 

But now the headaches are getting stronger, his anxiety is through the roof, he can barely focus on work, and even though there are so many things he wants to ask Lambert, wants to tell him, he finds that his throat is constricting. In fact, the very thought of talking to him makes his skin tingle again. 

“You okay?” Lambert asks, and Jaskier only nods as he sips his coffee. “Come here.” 

The words are gentle and Jaskier doesn’t even hesitate before he leans into Lambert’s chest, lets the other man’s arms close around him and his one wish of existing in his love’s arms with coffee and pastries comes true. A gentle kiss is pressed to his forehead, another to his temple, and Jaskier wants to cry. 

“Wanna go home?” Lambert asks, and Jaskier nods hesitantly. Not yet, he thinks. Let me have this first. 

Lambert hums and rubs his hands over Jaskier’s arms, replacing the tension there with warmth. 

“In a minute?”

He nods again, relieved that Lambert always, always understands him. 

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” 

No. Can’t talk. He shakes his head. 

“That’s fine,” Lambert promises. “Take your time. I’ve got you.” 

They stay like that for another ten minutes before Jaskier has finished the coffee and the cinnamon roll, and has breathed in enough of Lambert to feel like he can walk without tripping over the weight of everything that’s pulling him down. Lambert’s hand at the small of his back is his anchor, and Jaskier kisses him deeply before accepting the offered front seat in the car. 

He might be gruff, that love of his, but he never fails to hold open the car door for Jaskier, and it melts his heart every time. Even when they fight, even when one of them is pissed at the other, Lambert holds the door open until Jaskier is sitting comfortably. 

I love you, he would say if he had any words left. 

His phone vibrates. 

Jaskier wants to cry again. 

***

Lambert’s worried eyes rest on him heavily and Jaskier hates it. Doesn’t want to make him worry, doesn’t want to cause any distress. 

His phone vibrates again and he sees it’s a message from Essi, but before he can unlock his phone, Lambert snatches it from him. 

“You’re not here, Jask,” he says gently, holding onto the phone. “Is this what it’s about, what has you so completely exhausted that you’ve gone full nonverbal on me? Why you’re not eating, not sleeping?” 

There’s no judgment in his voice, no disdain, but the worry is so clear that Jaskier can’t stop his eyes from filling with tears. He looks away, holding out his hand for his phone but Lambert doesn’t relent. Instead, he ducks his head to meet Jaskier’s eye again. 

“You know you don’t owe anyone your time, right?” 

It stings. It stings because no, he doesn’t. 

“You don’t always have to be there for everyone, Jask.” 

That’s easy for him to say, though, because Lambert is only ever on his phone for Jaskier anyway, barely talks with his brothers about heavy topics because these three men have a different way of communicating that kind of stuff, and Lambert never has to navigate someone else’s bad days and relationship with themself. 

He frowns, demands his phone. This could be important, Essi could need him, Yen could be apologising, Eskel could be thought dumping on him about what it means to be aroace and Jaskier needs to be there to stop the self loathing before it can even start because in this world it is just way too easy to spiral out of control and he doesn’t want to be at fault, not when he could have stopped it, not when— 

“Hey, breathe,” comes Lambert’s voice through the haze of his mind, and before Jaskier realises what’s happening, he finds himself in Lambert’s lap on their couch, breathing through the tears and failing, failing, failing. “Come on, love, in and out. With me. You’ve got this, come on. In. Yes, like that. And out. Hold it for a second. And in again. Yes, you’re wonderful.” 

It helps. 

It’s good. 

Everything is fine. 

It helps. 

Until his phone vibrates again and Lambert growls, pulling Jaskier closer until his nose is tucked into the other man’s neck. 

“I’m going to text them, okay? Whoever it is, I’m gonna tell them that you need a break. And then I’m gonna draw you a bath, get that tension out of your shoulders. Make you eat. And we’re gonna snuggle up right here with Midnight in Paris, alright? Then, if you have words, you’re gonna tell me what’s weighing down that beautiful mind of yours, okay?” 

Jaskier only nods, wants to cry out in relief, wants to hide, to run, to not be so weak. Wants his skin to stop tingling, his lungs to stop aching, his mind to stop racing. He wants a world where there is only himself and Lambert and everyone’s problems disappear until Jaskier has learned to breathe again. 

“I love you,” Lambert tells him then, fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp until Jaskier feels like all that’s left of him is a puddle. “You get to take breaks. You’re too good for the world, man. I don’t know how you do it. You’re, like. The best person I know. The best. Because you care so much, because you always want to help, because you’re just… You. But you gotta believe me when I say that more often than you think, being you is already enough. You don’t gotta be everyone’s therapist, everyone’s saviour, everyone’s emergency contact. Hell, you don’t even gotta be everyone’s friend! You just gotta be Jaskier. My Jask. That’s more than enough. And if the world complains about it, I’m just gonna punch it in the face.” 

That last part is said with an audible grin, and Jaskier sobs, laughs, doesn’t even fucking know what he’s feeling anymore. 

But when he finally stills, when his mind feels empty like his tears have washed away every single thought, he reaches for Lambert’s hand and joins their fingers. Not a second later, Lambert raises their joined hands to his lips and presses one, two, three kisses to his knuckles. 

“You back with me?” 

Jaskier shakes his head, just to be difficult, and Lambert chuckles. 

“Yeah, you’re back alright. Come on, let’s get you into the tub, yeah?” 

He doesn’t budge an inch, but that has never stopped his boyfriend who unceremoniously gets up from the couch with Jaskier still clinging to him as though he wears nothing. Stupid muscly mechanic that can carry him around however he pleases. He loves him so much. Still, he punches him in the chest and revels in the laugh he gets for it. 

In the bath, there is no phone to vibrate, no call to answer, no email to read. There are not expectations. Only Lambert with his wonderful hands, and Jaskier leans back and closes his eyes. 

“That’s it,” his love rumbles behind him. “Just relax, baby, I’ve got you.”

Jaskier hums and believes it. Thinks of otters in stupid hats, thinks of car doors, of Lambert threatening to punch the world in the face if it won’t let Jaskier believe that he is enough. He thinks of coffee with too much sugar in it, just the way Jaskier needs it. Thinks of leftover lasagna and cuddles on the couch. 

Knows that he wants this for the rest of his life. Maybe he should start looking at rings. 

#lambert x jaskier #lambskier #lamskier #bombard #jaskier #lambert #the witcher #the witcher rare pairs #hellu i have found some words and all of them are for karo #nat writes

[sreegs]

Do you know much about ciders? I'm somewhat new to drinking and I find I much prefer them to beer (all the beers I try just feel really bitter to me?)

Haven't really tried many spirits or cocktails either tbh. I live near a pretty nice store so sourcing isn't an issue so much as paying for the stuff. Anything simple and relatively cheap you might recommend to an amateur drink mixer? Maybe on the sweeter end like fruity/minty?

I tried to get into ciders, I honestly can't say I learned much but I do like to drink them seasonally. I don't know good national brands off the top of my head because cider never caught on here in America during the beer resurgence. I know that cider is much more popular in the UK for example, so if you're there and not here, then you have more options.

I do like a local cider though. Since I live in NYC I'm in apple country. Farmers markets have them and there's cideries not too far outside the city (if anyone here is an NYC resident, go check out Penning's near Warwick).

Cider is usually graded along the dry/sweet axis much like wine. There can also be sour ciders as well. This heavily depends on the type of apple and the aging and oxidation that occurs. Additionally it's not unusual to have ciders with added honey that are weird cider/mead hybrids. Those will also be sweet.

Sweet ciders are straightforward: they'll have a profile closer to non-alcoholic cider. Bright and fruity. Dry ciders are called as such because they're, well, not sweet. It's the absence of sweetness. They're not bitter, they may also be described as "tangy" but not always. Really dry ciders make your mouth feel dry after sipping. I've enjoyed ciders up and down the sweet/dry axis, can't say I have a favorite.

Sour ciders are similar to sour beers. They range from "that's a little funky" to "is this komboucha?". I find sours are a love-it-or-hate-it kind of thing so if you find one and you're unsure, buy the smallest amount possible.

Fun fact: cider was once the most popular alcohol in western Europe and more coveted than champagne. Colonial Americans were drinking cider when they weren't stealing land from the natives and committing genocide. Cider and rum, mostly. And beer. Please note this was not cider's fault.

Simple, sweet, fruity, minty. A couple options depending on what you consider easy. I'll give you a couple "proper" recipes as well as the easy way to make them. Oh actually, three. Let's start with the really simple one. Fernet and cola. Don't cringe, it's great. Start with 1 oz of fernet to 8 oz of cola (or 1.5oz to 12 oz if you're using a whole can of coke). serve with lots of ice and a lemon slice. If you like it, increase the Fernet. A proper pour is 5 oz of fernet with a enough cola added to top off the glass. Use bottled cane sugar cola if you can get it. Oh, and make sure it's Fernet Branca. Don't be tempted by Branca Menta, you'll be over-minted.

Try a Mojito. The making of a mojito requires muddling but it needs to be done with finesse as to not pulverize the leaves. Muddle 3-5 mint leaves at the bottom of a shaker with 1/2 oz of simple syrup. Add 2 oz of white rum and 3/4 oz of lime juice. Pour in the ice, shake gently, serve on the rocks topped with club soda/seltzer and a fresh mint sprig.

If you're new to muddling, don't muddle this drink. Muddling too hard will break the leaves make the drink bitter. Grab a sprig or two of mint leaves in one hand and slap the leaves against your other wrist a few times. This will bruise the leaves and express the oils enough without having to muddle. Pluck the leaves and toss them in the shaker with the simple syrup and the rest of the ingredients. Make the same way as above.

Now, if it's the middle of the summer and you just want a drink that's practically whiskey mint snow cone, make a Mint Julep. This is best made in an "old fashioned" style glass (wide, squat glass that holds 8-12 oz) if you don't have the traditional metal cups. Same techniques for the mint as above for the start except you're muddling the mint alone (or doing the wrist slap + pluck the leaves trick). Bruised/muddled mint in the bottom of the glass. Cover with lots of crushed or pebble ice, like a snowcone basically. Pour in 2 ounces of bourbon. Pour over, slowly, one ounce of simple syrup. Let it sit for a minute, garnish with more mint, drink with a straw, stirring as needed.

If you don't have crushed ice, take regular ice cubes and crush them in a clean cotton cloth with something heavy. If you don't even want to bother, just stir for 30 seconds before serving. The trick is, since the crushed ice has more surface area, it melts faster than whole cubes and helps meld the flavors together. This is definitely the hardest of the three drinks to make and it's the most that's "best if done right". But a little elbow grease is enough to make this a great drink.

#booze #cocktails #cider #mint

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I relate with you so much on that.I’m also the same as you.I’ve joined this new study group in my uni and everyone over there seems so friendly and amiable.And I’m always silent and they’ve pointed it out that I don’t literally say anything.And I’m just smile and shrug cause do they really expect me to be all chatty and loud with people that I’ve just met.Trust me it took me I guess 8 years to kind of open up to people I’ve know since 2nd grade.Even online here on Tumblr I’ve started to speak to people otherwise I’d never say anything off anon.

It’s just me being my introverted,anti social self.

i think them being all friendly adds to the issue, i don’t know how to explain it but it just feels like i’m doing something wrong, even though technically i’m by myself because i want to be. like i know i’d be miserable if i drank with them the last couple of nights, because i don’t really drink and i’d hate how loud it would be

nooo them pointing it out would have made me cry, that would probably be one of my worst nightmares because how do you even respond to that 😭

i’m the thumbs up, smile kinda person. like if idk what to say or how to express myself i’m resorting to a solid thumbs up to mildly express some form of emotion or thought 😭

i just don’t like talking about myself, it sucks so bad and that’s probably why i don’t really open up to people all that often, but i understand what you mean. i’m very grateful that everyone who follows my blog are really nice, like me even posting here in the first place is kinda crazy to me, and i’m beyond grateful that i can even talk about these things with you guys, and maybe find people who have had similar issues to me and work it all out together 🫂

me too babes, it’s tough having a funky brain sometimes 🕺