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#i love my friendo babs

ninjigma · 1 year

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A GIFT FOR THE WONDERFUL @bucketking !

Your littles give me life and I wait every day to read more about your wonderful world with these small ones. May you have as much peace and joy as Rex and Fox here, floating calmly together like the otters they are. 🤍

#babs #i love them your honor #your stories are amazing and I strive to do them justice with these pieces #Enjoy friendo!#clone captain rex #clone commander fox #as littles #Baby Rex #Baby Fox #clone wars #gifted art #my art

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cwarscars · 1 year

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✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨

bby pls ; u know that U are in fact the most wonderful owo . i love this passion you have for your new gal and im super excited to throw heidegger at her and for her to be like 'yo, why is this dog humping my leg?????' - on a serious note though, i love you mari; i know that you're a bee and we still haven't quite come to terms with this but i accept your buzzy bee-e-ness & i will happily be a lil simpy bee to your queen bee thankee

because im a lil bitch - i'm gonna tag ten people i think are fabbo.

@thememcry kay, i am so glad that you're back. it makes my heart actually warm whenever i see you post & chatting with you has been a blast from the past. 10/10 would send hojo p.orno to

@sephyathredon / @defiant-ex-soldiers tho heid might want to throw mateo off a cliff, i do not want to throw u off of a cliff. you're very wonderful to write with & i love all of out plot chats & general ooc chats, too!

@chosenbythecrystal *paps ur head so hard* my problematic friendo & my s o n. i will forever adore writing with you; our plots range from incredibly sweet to incredible s w e e t & i always have a lotta fun writing with you, you're a g c:

@vehxmence fucking 10/10 characters right there. YOU got that dope art, that fuckin *mwah* writing. and the mun is so sweet. v cute doggo too which automatically means ur the best

@shinrasfirst i dk who this is i just tagged the first person who appeared ???? ( im kidding, i want to MARRY you & i want to forever write both cute sweet shit with you and super fucked up messy stuff with you owo )

@yukikorogashi beeccckkkk ; your heart is so big that it makes my heart grow a lil teensy bit bigger too. you're such a sweetheart & i adore our chats, i cant wait for my horrible villain man to adopt your bab ily c:

@steeleidolon i absolutely love everything you do for the ff rp community - like, your writing, your art. the thought you put into your headcanons; you're just wonderful to have as a moot moot

@gcldfanged // dude, im having so much fun writing with you both ooc / ic - i absolutely love jae and im so excited for all of the f'ed up stuff we're exploring. you're fab

@scorching-passion // i absolutely adore seeing you and your roche on my dash & you're always so supportive / fun to have about. im v v v much looking forward to roche giving heid an aneurism <3

@shadowshub i L O V E you shadow / lott - you're one of the best friends ive ever made here & i think you're such an absolute baby. pls keep writing all of your muses so i can fawn over you ( but shhh ill fawn over you even if you dont write them ok bye

#i was gonna do some honourable mentions but literally i could talk about EVERYONE i follow and if i did id waffle #im gonna make a post too soon about that so :eyes:#watch this *tim curry voice* SPACE #(answered)#(ooc)

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dark-nekofear · 1 year

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I posted 4,967 times in 2022

That's 2,811 more posts than 2021!

285 posts created (6%)

4,682 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spongebobssquarepants

@moonlightsdreaming

@ariasune

@softlittleheartsandsparkles

@projectdestati

I tagged 4,392 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#art - 1,582 posts

#kingdom hearts - 1,179 posts

#yugioh - 747 posts

#duel monsters - 548 posts

#soriku - 289 posts

#bishoujo senshi sailor moon - 244 posts

#misa rambles - 169 posts

#zexal - 124 posts

#webcore - 98 posts

#disney - 95 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#were all my teenage crushes of boys comphet or was i literally picking boys that i clocked as gay cuz i wanted them in a gay way

My Top Posts in 2022:

happy anniversary to the NA release of Kingdom Hearts

19 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

my super cool friendo got me a gen 3 Cleo cuz they know one of my big special interests is ancient Egypt! ahhh!! she's so pretty I love her so much!

19 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

these silly modern sorikus with their Sleeping Beauty & Cinderella parallels back in my day we had Beauty and the Beast parallels & endless pain tyvm

23 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

back on my bullshit with another long ship playlist this time for to soriku babs

u can listen to it here: [x]

33 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Kingdom Hearts is literally a 20+ year slowburn fanfic in game form

72 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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feisty-fae · 4 years

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If you still do the flower ask thingys.. 👉👈 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙜𝙤 :)

HoooH boY hEre we gO-

Alisons: Sexuality?

I sexually identify as a can of beans

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

Cis female she/her

Amaryllis: Birthday?

27 September

Anemone: Favorite flower?

All flowers pretty,, but stargazer lily, rose, dahlia and cherry blossoms

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

I don't watch tv but I'll list some other stuff i like to watch:mha, beastars and aggretsuko

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

Idk depends on scenario??

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

"Kanye West he likes, fingers in his ass."

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

Any Milkshakes or smoothies (mostly banana and strawberry for milkshake and p much anything for smoothie)

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I've never had kith

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Well you see yes but actually no

Baneberries: Favorite song?

I listen to a lot but to keep it short:baby in the kitchen, in my mouth and friends slowed (chase atlantic)

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

We p chill fam

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

Irl bestie,, shes not on tumblr lol

Begonia: Favorite color?

PinKKK

But i like most colours

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

Cats,,,,

FoxES,

ANYTHING CUDDLY AND CUTE

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

Night

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

I'd be like a doggo bc it would be the most fun i think-

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a vet but then when my granny asked me "but whos gonna clean up the animal poop?" I was like "eWW pO0pP!" and then decided that mayb i shouldn't be a vet

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

They're either really kind and sweet

Or literal demons from hell

Legit no inbetween

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

I'm afraid of lot of things-

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I was one dumbass bitcg-

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

Idk eat pizza and cry or smth ajakamkw

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Single

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

NEW YORKKK, CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFF THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN'T DO NOW YOU'RE IN NEW YOOORKKK

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

When someone hugs me or just generally spends time with me

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

Nop

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

I used to have piercings when i was a bab but eHh haven't worn them since and i dont think my ear holes are big enough now-

California Poppy: Height?

4'10 grrr I'm the omega midget and I'll devour ur ankles

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

Nop

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

Pant, pink top and black hoodie

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

I think i have??

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

My mom and my dad

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

I never kith

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

I dont have one so imma say sans bc it always looks out of place and makes me laugh-

Columbine: Are you tired?

I feel like screaming and jumping around my room like a crackhead

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Nothing in particular ig

Coneflower: Dream job?

Smth kinda fun and art or design related hopefully,,,,

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert but i also get lonley easily

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

Nop,,,,

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

I would get run over by 5 monster trucks, jump off a plane, get mauled by 10 bears, get trampled on by a stampede, get brutally tortured for 12 hours straight, yeet myself into the Grand Canyon and then break all my bones with my bare hands if they weren't broken already

Ok basically i care a lot

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

I had this st bernard plush called Sparky and this lion named Sammy,,

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libra

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

My memory is legit so bad it's probably concerning uHHH

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

Mayb art??

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

Ehhh i might reason with them and then if they still disagreed I'd just keep the relationship a secret

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

My parents

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

Ehhh arT

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

EhhHh everything that isn't art-

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

Oh boy here comes my shitty memory-

Hmmm

Idk but I'm mostly happy that I've been more social and stuff and i feel like im kinda coming out of my shell a bit

Not sure what to say for other 2 bc nothing in particular has really happend?

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

Ehhh oK??

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

Mayhapsn't

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

I hope to pass all my exams and get an okish job mayb

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

1.fRIENBS ILY MY HABIBIS

2. Fammm

3. eHhh yummy food,,

4. Drawing and uhhh art

5. EPIC MUTUALS

6. Ok idk what else aside from like serious stuff like house and etc.-

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

Drawing, crying, venting to a friend/parent

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Hugssss,kith,cuddle, *draws u stuff*

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

MmmmmMy aRRt?

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

Wake up

Don't go to school

Vibe with friends

Sleeb

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

MmMmMM aRT-

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

Ehh 8yrs? We met in hell school

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Friendos

Mom

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

6..?? Aa idk theres some people that idk if they'd consider me a friend or not,,

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Idk any compliment is best compliment for me,,

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

Ew yucky gröss

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

m y a r t

Also my hair bc its soft and wavy,,

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

Everything else-

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Climb trees and do dumb shit

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

Same irl bestie i mentioned before

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

MmmmmmMMM,,,

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

MMMmMMmMMMMmmmMMm,,,,,,

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

Well I chose Fae bc i thought it sounded pretty

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

Idk what to rlly say lmao

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

Kinda the same but i had toys everywhere-

Also when i was like 5 i had this legit fucking cursed thomas the tank engine shaped bed that i actually found a pic of but it's FUCKING HORRIFYING SO I PROBS WONT SHOW HERE-

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

EW BEING A TEENAGER SUCKS ASS HOW DO I UNDO????

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

Hi mom ily ur epic

Onions: Tell about your dad.

Hi dad ily ur epic

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

Omg i miss my grannies sm bc i couldn't see em this year bc nasty pandemic

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

Haha shit memory gor brrRR-

I don't really remember too many specific parties but when i was like 7-10 i had these epic parties in those birthday places with the giant play areas

I kinda wish i wasn't too old to go to them sobs

Peony: What was your first job?

I haven't had a job yet

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

Hmmmm idk? I haven't really thought abt that but i don't really mind i just wanna find someone to vibe with,,

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

I cri

Pink: Where is home?

Home is home home

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

Now where do i start...

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

I look up to people that are kind, caring, brave, funny, cool or stronger than me ig?

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

Basically my current life minus school, stress,pandemic and responsibilities lmao

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

I used to believe in ghosts after i thought i encountered one

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

Hermmmst

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

Peoples laughsss also music

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

Bro i dont have one,, my aphantasia makes it hard for me to remember stuff-

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

I wantttt better chargersss thattt donttt telll meee thatt myyy tablett will finishh chargingg innn 1 dayy andd 7 hoursss

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

Kinda difficult but im opening up more

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

fRIENDS,,,,,wAh

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

8 hrs

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

Idk ig i kinda have to go to school and do stuff

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

Non existant

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

My black and white stripy top, and all my hoodiess

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

I don't think i have just one aesthetic bc im drawn to so many different aesthetics at the same time-

Like vintage, neon, dark, spoopy, pastel, cute, etc etc

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

OMG I LEGIT JUST SCREAM AT ANYTHING ANYONE GIVES ME-

IF SOMEONE GOES OUT OF THEIR WAY TO MAKE ME SMTH I CRY,,

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

🤏

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

I haven't been reading anythinggg

But i should really finish reading Percy Jackson bc it do be picking up dust-

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Everywhere

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Mmm yummy 👅

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

I am currently living and breathing yes

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cryptidofthekeys · 3 years

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Characters: anti or Henrik

Characters: beetlejucie or oogie boogie

Characters: JJ or Robbie

Characters: chase or Jackie

Pairing: wilford/ dark or anti/ dark or even anti/ wilford (I know u prob don't care abt either but I'm still curious)

Pairing: Kevin/ Jeremiah or Clint/ Devon (that fuckin, gives me away doesn't it lmao)

Hi fren :) hope ur day is going good love u bro💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙

EVAN- YOUR BRINGING OUT THE BIG BOY DECISIONS TONIGHT AND UR GOING TO EXPOSE ME ON MY OWN BLOG? DKSJFSLDJF

also anytime someone asks bout my babs, and KNOWS their name- I automatically know its you dude fdjklsjfslfjsdas absolutely gave it away- but either way thank you, day is a lil meh but love ya too friendo and hope ur day is goin well [insert purple n green heart emojis here, too lazy to go grab em and copy n paste lmao]

I have to choose Henrik, its always gonna be Henrik, you know i simp for the doctor, let it be known to the world now- even over Anti whom i still love n respect, but gotta go with doctor mans

Definitely Beetlejuice, this gross greasy demon has won my heart 100% and now he won’t even give it back, yet another bab who has a special place in my heart

Oooh, i gotta go with Robbie, I wont deny the lil zombie bab holds a very special place in my heart, dunno why even really just from the very first day he got created I just liked him a lot and he stuck

Hmmm, Chase, 100%- love me the sad dad a lot, he’s also fun to torture in stories btw :) ...I still love him I promise

And I’m p neutral on them tbh, but if I had to pick one- I’d 100% go for Dark n Wilford, their dynamic is hella interesting to me and I like seeing them paired together, a lotta interesting scenarios can come from those tbh

also d uuude, you know, I love Kev n Jer together- amazing couple but deep down, really deep down, they’ll always technically be og bc they DID technically come first, but my heart’s goin with Clint n Devon because that night we put them in all those scenarios and it just, kept escalating and getting more interesting as time passed on, it was so fucking crazy- like, at first i wasnt sure how this would really turn out but their dynamic, I dont even know how to really describe it even to this day, not properly anyways- i can give it a desc but still, Clint n Devon were some hella interesting babs to pair together

#Seth Answers #exposed for my simp crimes on main? (100% REAL NOT CLICKBAIT)#Anonymous

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mad-men-inc · 4 years

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🌻

So I've been playing the shit out of batman, right? As a way to not be hanging out in tsr literally 24/7 (and on the chance that this is sent by one of the lucky few who I havent screamed about tsr to: TSR or The Septic Resistance is an arg me and some friends are running, that yall can come and spectate if you're interested!)

But all batman has done to me is make me and my muses go feral, cause certain aspects of the game mimic stuff that we've considered having in tsr, or at least give off similar vibes.

The biggest thing is the whole "joker manipulates batman into pulling the trigger on scarecrow", and the architects are 100% joker, but you can kinda substitute a few people in for batman??? Like, ethan is batman. Early stage!creator is batman. Anti is batman. Its wild?????? But the scene also gave me corrupt!drew vibes, so his muse went feral over it too??? Its a wild scene

I've been trying to play it without using the fuckin car, cause damn if that isnt the most irritatingly overused gadget I've ever seen. I get it's the first game with the car, and it handles decently well so you wanna show it off, but for gods' sake rocksteady, please stop making every puzzle be solved via the car >:(

Maybe I'm just being a bitch, cause they didnt have the car in the other 2 games (basically, its cameo in Asylum doesnt really count), and it isnt *easy* to get around gotham without it (or it's not fast, it's easy enough), but like. Mmmm, I dont wike it.

But the story is gorgeous and I love flying around gotham, tbh. It's gotten to the point where I really dont need the map anymore, whether in driving or flying, I know where I'm going without waypoints and shit.

I wish!!!! There were more villains in the side quests!!!!!!! So many dudes are unresolved, and it makes me so upsetti!!!!!! Calendar man deserved better!!!!!!! He killed 3 or 4 people on his way out of City, wtf you mean he isnt showing up on Halloween?????? Bitch?????????? The biggest crime day of the year in Gotham, coupled with having free reign cause the city is evacuated???? *WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES JUST GONE??????????*

They made Origins canon in that game too, and that's distressing. I dont remember much of that game, except that the 3nding was a cop out, deathstroke was the only good fight, and electrocutioner was the wimpiest piece of shit villain youve ever seen. Oh, and Shiva was trans!

Oh fuck, in Knight, they have gay side characters just walking around, and their conversations are kinda hilarious? It's the militia, right? The army-for-hire that has Gotham under siege. And one of them is sitting there bitching about how his wife doesnt appreciate the sketchy bullshit he does for her (laundering money through her company, blood diamonds in her jewelry box), and the other guy goes "yeah haha, I know what you mean. My other half is a human rights lawyer. He uh- thinks I'm on a business trip" like, that's a *real* problem, yall are literally opposite sides of the spectrum in terms of jobs, one of you kills people for a living and the other is a HUMAN RIGHTS LAWYER AKXHWH the fucking *irony*, get our of here with your stolen, cheap ass blood diamonds, the gays have *real* problems.

That game needs more women tho. Harley gets too many panty shots, Christina fuckin dies, Selina is a damsel in distress, Ivy also dies, Babs gets [redacted], and Kate is just a voice message on his phone. And I cant think of a single other woman that's in the main story. And none of the militia or rioters are women. Come on rocksteady, please. Make women be evil, let the gays have one thing, *please*.

Anyw? This was fun, I have no idea if I said anything important, thank you for the ask, friendo! Qjdhqhd

#sam talks #batman: arkham knight #ramble #answered #i have no idea why this is what i decided to go off about #i think im sick tho so cut me some slack

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shin-so-sleepy · 5 years

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Shouto, Iida and Yaoyorozu with a fem s/o who is kinda clingy (physically) because they're touch starved but they feel bad and feel like they're being annoying so they don't do anything but try to drop hints about it? Sorry if it's worded weirdly. And btw, I love the new blog already. Good luck friendo!!

8:26 pm - get ready for 3 lovably awkward children just trying to make you happy! i’ve triple-checked this but if yall find any errors lmk

Todoroki Shōto

— touch-starved as well, honestly? this boi wasn’t very welcoming of physical contact in general until he got more comfortable with you

— but he adapted, and he learned to accept your clingy nature! yet he has yet to begin to reciprocate it due to being a kinda-socially-awkward bean

— is very receptive to your moods, he’s quick to know when something’s up, yet still hesitates to ask in fear of invading your personal privacy, so he’ll keep his doubts to himself

— his suspicions about something being off with you only grow when you don’t gently bump his side as you walk past him, or don’t loop your arm in his when you walk to classes together like you normally would

— is still unsure if he should confront you about it. but he starts to take initiative of more hand-holding, something that you usually take charge of because of his seemingly indifferent manner most of the time

— when you gently pull your hand away from his after he attempts to hold yours, he knows there’s a problem now. unfortunately, he assumes he’s hurt you in some way, jumping to the conclusion that he is the cause of your unusually distant attitude

— “y/n… if i’ve made you angry, please tell me. if i’ve unknowingly hurt you, give me a chance to make it right. i’ll make sure it won’t happen again, i promise”

— means his words 100,000%, and makes a promise to the both of you that he’ll do better, that he’ll be better, *dramatically sighs*

— aaaaaand cut! - to you frantically flapping your arms around in an attempt to assure him that that’s not the case at all and that it’s actually your own fault for giving him any cause for doubt

— once the situation is explained, he gives you a long comforting hug to reassure you that you were never, in fact, annoying him; and he’ll make sure to communicate his appreciation for your affection more clearly in the future

Iida Tenya

— whooooey, here’s another slightly-socially-awkward butterfly…

— WARNING: handle with CARE because this bab is so scared of HURTING you that he’ll fall into a COMA if he finds out he’s been hurting you without realizing it!!!

— was definitely taken aback at your forwardness when it came to skinship, but he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about it! he surely tries his best to hide how surprised he is everytime you come up to him for a hug or to intertwine your fingers

— don’t get him wrong though!! he loves and appreciates your affectionate gestures, he’s just a bit unused to it is all!

— despite this, he still tries to reciprocate as best as he can because he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t return your feelings

— yet because of his tendency to stiffen when you cling to him, it’s easy to have that misconception of ‘oh, i’m bothering him aren’t i…’

— takes him a lil longer to notice your hints, because at first he doesn’t think anything of it when you aren’t as huggable and cuddly as usual

— a couple full days go by without any pda: no lingering hugs, no cheeky kisses, no anything?! iida’s managed to get the hint at this point, and is very worried that something’s wrong

— “y/n, has something happened? are you feeling well? i can’t help but notice the lack of affection from you recently and i find it worrisome that i haven’t gotten my daily dose of cuddles.��

— you’re hit with a brick of relief and explain to him that you had percieved his stiffness as annoyance, and he assures you that he’ll be more vocal about his appreciation as to not give you any doubts ever again

Momo Yaoyorozu

— this sweetheart loves your hugs and kisses, and is completely okay with your clingy nature!

— enjoys your presence very much, as it’s quite the calming one. she’ll blush and giggle everytime you peck her cheek as you pass by in the halls, and wear a flustered smile when you wrap your arms around her from behind

— while still a little shy when it comes to kisses in public, she’ll make it up to you through mega cuddles once you guys get some privacy

— is so accustomed to your constant displays of affection that she almost doesn’t notice when you pass her by with nothing but a mere wave, almost

— at first she assumes you’re just rushing to your next class, a logical explanation. but then, it happens again, and again, and.. again?

— you go to sit with her at lunch and she immediately notices when you don’t peck her on the cheek and give her a quick warmhearted nuzzle

— now she’s worried. were you feeling unwell? have you been lacking proper rest and therefore cannot maintain your usual loving embraces?? were you sick and afraid to infect her??? why would you be at school sick in the first place?????

— she looks to you, concerned, “y/n have you been feeling well lately? are you experiencing headaches? nausea? tiredness? have you contracted an illness recently? you shouldn’t have come to school if you were sick! i would have taken care of you! we can go home if you’d like-“

— cutting off her ranting, you explain that you haven’t contracted any illnesses, and that you were simply unsure if she was truly comfortable with your constant closeness

— 3rr0r

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reboot successful

— WHAT?!?! no!!! she loves your lovey-dovey nature very much?! what made you think that??

— needless to say, after working through the misunderstanding, you quickly reverted back to your caring self, and momo is sure to return the favor!

#sleepy hcs #todoroki shōto x reader #iida tenya x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #bnha x reader #infinity2639

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your-anxious-nightmare · 5 years

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Fic Masterlist

I realised recently that I never made one of these for my fics so… here we go!

Firstly, these are all on Ao3 and you can read them there if you’d prefer. All the prompts and one-shots are in the sanders sides compilation fic, Adventures is a stand-alone.

If you read through these and wanna commission me to do a prompt or something for you, you can check out this post. If you wanna support me, I have a GiveALittle to raise money for Top Surgery and the accompanying Tumblr post of you want to share it.

Multi-Chapter fic:

Adventures in Dad-ing: Single-Dad!Virgil and Little!Patton, it’s adorable, it’s angsty, it will have a happy ending but not for a while hehe.

Fictober Prompts:

1- “It will be fun, trust me” or Remus convinces Deceit (Darwin) to skip school 2- “Just follow me, I know the area.” or Roman is trapped on the bad side of town and Virgil is a helpful babe. 3- “Now? Now you listen to me?” or Roman and Logan are heroes and Roman is big dumb dumb 4- “I know you didn’t ask for this.” or Virgil has a panic attack and Remy is there to help in the best way he knows how (the way I’ve told my friends to help) 5 and 6- “I might just kiss you.” and “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?” or Band!AU and the keyboard broke 7- “No, and that’s final.” or Patton wants to go to a party and Virgil helps him sneak out 8- “Can You Stay?” or Remus gets scared and Papa Patton is there to help. 9- “There is a certain taste to it.” or Remus tries to make Deceit’s (Darwin) favourite meal. 10- “Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.” or Logan comes home to Remus playing with craft supplies and it leads to cuteness.

One-Shots:

A Tragedy: Virgil’s favourite movie gets broken. It’s fluffy and cute and I hope you like it. Lasagna With a Side Of Love: The sequel to the fictober prompt ‘Lasagna With a Side Of Cleaning.’ This time, Remus tries again to make Deceits favourite meal and it ends in success. Speak Up: Roman is suffering and the guys just wanna help. (trigger warnings for self-harm and depression) Smoke and Stars: Virgil likes to Smoke, Logan likes the stars, enough said. I Know Where I’m Going: Remy wants to take Emile on a date but they get a little bit lost. If I..: Based on ‘If I Killed Someone For You’ by Alec Benjamin, Remus and Logan are best friends, but what if one of them snapped? Lost Children Leads To Date Planning: Roman and Remus are twins who get separated from their papa and Patton can't help but try to help them out. (this one has a prequel about Logan adopts the chaos twins featuring my friendos but I can’t find it on Tumblr so here’s the Ao3 link instead.) Angel With A Shotgun: Based on ‘Angel With A Shotgun’ by The Cab, Virgil is a sweet bab and Roman is part of a revolution against a tyrannical government. (Prinxiety) Song Of The Saviour: Remy and Virgil were happy, then tragedy struck. (Sleepxiety, Logicality, Prinxiety.) Ghost/Supernatural Occurrence AU: Roman moves into a new apartment and thinks teh boy on the stairs is a trick of his stressed mind or not

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cescalr · 5 years

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ME would like to suggest some fluffy willoughby/don

Don had invited Will over for Christmas.

Their year at Whitewater College, a boarding school purely for sixth-form students, had been fine. so much as any year after what happened at Slaughter could be fine. And it was fine because Clemise was in some other country, and Don had taken a few months, but he did get over their break-up. And it was fine because Don felt somewhat - he wouldn’t say traumatised by the events of that night, but… he wouldn’t say he didn’t feel in some way terrible about them, even now, if he reminisced too long on what happened.

But. That’s that, really. Don doesn’t dwell too much. You just got’t’deal with this sort’ve thing, y’know? Deal, and move forward.

Anyway. It’s Christmas. There’s no point bringing down the holiday cheer by thinking on that.

[Fic continued under break, or you can read it on Ao3; my profile is linked on my blog!! I’d put it here but tumblr is stupid and external links break tags.]

Don looked over from his place lying down to where Will was, still fast asleep on the mattress they’d set out for him. It was early morning, still – the light coming through the blinds in lines, brightening up parts of the room and, unfortunately, shining straight into Don’s eyes.

“Fuck,” Don muttered to himself, as he sat up in order to get away from the too-bright sunlight. “Too early. Shit.”

Well. Not that early; the sun didn’t rise until it was actually morning in winter, unlike the bullshit you got during summer – but still. Regardless, Don hadn’t been quiet enough, it seemed, because Will stirred.

After he blinked away sleep, Will seemed to register what day it was.

“Merry Christmas, Ducky,” He said, as he sat up. Don had tried to get him to use the proper bed and let Don sleep on the mattress instead, but Will had refused.

Truthfully, he wasn’t so bothered about that. It meant no springs digging into his back while he tried to sleep, after all.

“Merry Chris’mas,” Don replied, “Or, It would be, if y’d stop callin’ me Ducky.”

“We’ve had this argument for over a year, Ducky.” Will smiled. “You’re too late, it’s stuck.”

Don grumbled lightly and without heat as he scooted to the end of the bed then stood (so he didn’t end up standing on Will – Don’s bedroom isn’t very big), stretched and moved out of the room.

Once he was back from the bathroom, Will was dressed.

“Y’ever ‘eard of a ‘lazy day’?” Don asked, dryly. “Y’know… what Chris’mas is t’mos’ people?”

“I have,” Will said, plainly.

“Alrigh’ then,” Don rolled his eyes. “C’mon. Breakfast.”

They were home for Christmas, of course, but that didn’t mean the teens at Whitewater didn’t throw a week-long event – mostly drinking and partying in the art department’s basement, thrown by the drama club, because of course – in preparation.

“Donnie!” A girl, rather drunk, called out. “Blakey, Donnie! Over here!”

“Lauren,” Don replied. Will greeted in kind, and the two made their way through the crowd to the girl and the rest of the group.

“Neither of you are drunk yet, and it’s five somewhere!” She exclaimed, shoving two plastic cups of some alcoholic beverage into their hands. “Also, Danny got his sister to cough up the you-know-what, so we’ve got some brownies if you want any!”

“They only just arrived, Lauren, stop trying to get our friends addicted to pot,” Sam said, sighing, as he rolled his eyes. He was sat on a free stool, a book in one hand, and a water bottle gripped tightly and protectively in the other.

“Chill, Sam,” Lauren said, loud enough to be heard over the pounding of whatever EDM mess the ‘DJ’ had decided to play.

“I’ll chill when you stop trying to spike my drink, bestie,” Sam said, dryly.

“You know I love you!” Lauren sing-songed, then grinned. “Oh, my girl’s over there – Sammy, dear, show these lot where the food an’ shit is, yeah?” And with that, she was off – Don lost her in the crowd mere seconds after she’d entered it.

Sam rolled his eyes. “C’mon then,” Sam said, standing. “Food’s on the other side.”

As they walked, Don spotted various different people he’d met over his first year at Whitewater. There was Alex, Lillian, Sabrina, Derek – to name a few.

(Of course, there was Jesse, Zak, Michael – but… well, they didn’t really count as much. Though, Zak was talking with Alex; his cousin. Maybe he’d end up a better person in the new year? Only time would tell, Don supposed.)

“Y’ gotta have fun!” Lillian said, grinning. Sabrina slung her arms around their shoulders. “An’ us homosexuals have to stick together,” She added, swinging them around to face the drinks table instead of the buffet. “meaning - I need some money; buy my wares.”

“I recommend the ecstasy,” Lillian chimed in.

“You would,” Will said, smiling, as he carefully extracted himself from Sabrina’s grip. Don stepped away, and walked over to the table. “Five o’clock somewhere,” He said, shrugging.

“Right on,” Derek grinned, appearing out of nowhere. “I heard drugs.”

“Wanker,” Sabrina rolled her eyes. “I thought you were off with your mates?”

“And miss my main friendos?” He laughed, loudly. “No-way, broseph! I’m tryin’ t’ be a bit more sportsmanly, y’know? More of a team player.”

“They’re not gonna let you on the lacrosse team, Derek,” Lillian said, “Not after last time.”

Derek shrugged. “I can try,” He said, solemnly, and then was gone again.

“Jesus Christ,” Sabrina muttered, rubbing at her forehead. “Anyone else get a headache from his sheer presence?”

“I’m still trying to figure out his species,” Sam said. “I’ve figured Alien, but what kind…” He mused.

“Doesn’t matter,” Lillian dismissed. “Drink! Food! Illicit substances to fuel our various addictions, be they basic-bitch or hardcore asshat! Let’s go!”

Don rolled his eyes, and downed his drink.

And that had been the main theme of it.

So. Don had been home for a fair few days, now; Whitewater let you home for the week before, of, and after Christmas, and Don had made the most of it. It’d been a real long time since he’d seen what few mates he’d had back home – what with Slaughterhouse and then joining Whitewater after being cooped up at home for his mandated week-long ‘recovery’ period, after which he was supposedly supposed to be all better now, off you trot, and then the Christmas he’d spent at home with his mum as the actual ‘recovery’ period, according to her, and then another whole few months before summer, but then his mates had been out of the country, so then it was another couple months until now but - whatever. He’d hung out with what mates he had left, that first week, meaning Josh and Terri and James – Josh’s girlfriend and brother respectively. They played video games and smoked in the empty park and pretty much did exactly the same sort of shit they’d been doing when his mum had been wholly convinced that he was ‘depressed’.

Then Josh and Terri and James went off to Ireland for Christmas, and – Will came to stay. For Christmas week.

And then Will got a phone call, and now he was just going to stay until college started up again, and go back to Whitewater with Don. Logically. Practically.

Don – didn’t really need to ask.

Anyway.

“Ah hope you boys are ‘ungry,” His mum said, plating them and herself a full English. “Chris’mas is the only time ah bother, so you both better enjoy it!”

“Thanks, mum,” Don said, and she smiled and squeezed his shoulder lightly as she walked past. “Thank you,” Will said.

(“Thank you for having me over, M-“ Will started.

Babs’ smile dimmed. “Babs is fine, don’t you worry yourself with formality,” She said, warmly. “Come on in, it’s freezing!”)

“Eat up,” Babs encouraged. “You’re both growing boys, and we’ve presents to open!” She smiled, conspiratorially; they’d gone out Christmas shopping with her individually, and so she knew what they’d gotten each other, and appeared to be having the time of her life with this knowledge.

Don ate his breakfast.

“So. This one of the posh twats you replaced your old mates with, then, eh Don?”

“Josh,” Don greeted. “Bit of a dickhead but the right sort.” He told Will. “Will, Josh.” Don gestured.

“Willoughby Blake,” Will said, “And not too much of a twat, I wouldn’t say. You?”

“Josh Blythe, and I ain’t no dickhead to good people, y’ prat,” Josh said, scowling a little at Don. He fished a pack of smokes out of his pocket. “Fag?”

Will smirked. “Yes;” He said, “I also, do indeed, smoke.”

“Cool,” Josh said, tossing him one. “Terri’s my girl, now, by the way.” He told Don.

“Terri… Blythe?” Don cracked a smile. “That’s a bit awkward, innit?”

“Oi, sod off,” Josh flipped him the bird, then set about lighting his own cig. “Blythe’s a plenty common name.”

“I wonder why…” Will trailed off, leaning against the low stone wall.

“Yeah yeah,” Josh rolled his eyes. “Nothin’ James hasn’t said yet.” He scowled slightly. “Fucken’ incest jokes… made by my own goddamn brother…”

“How’s everythin’ at St. Dunstan’s anyway?” Don asked, changing the topic.

“David’s still a right prat,” Josh said, thankful for the change in track. “Ah heard George is expectin’, but she could just have the flu. Maybe she’s dyin, ah don’ fucken’ kno’. We never talk, do we? Fucken – anyway, Muhammad got into that right fancy college, so he fucked off, along with his family, and jus’ about ev’ryone else ‘as gone t’ some other sixth-form. Yanno, ‘cept me, ma brother and Terri. There are some new arseholes, but they stick to each other.”

“Dunstan’s was always a shithole anyway,” Don said.

“Damn right,” Josh stood, dropped his cigarette to the floor and put it out with the heel of his trainer. “You gotten rusty at Halo since ya fucked off t’ the posh south or what?”

“I did better than you las’ week, y’ dick’ead,” Don said, dropping off of the wall. “C’mon. Y’ever played Halo, Will?”

“It’s fucking freezing.” Will said. “Why are we walking around the town centre?”

“’Cause we got nothin’ else t’do, obviously,” Don said, stomping through the snow. “An ah wan’t’ get an idea of wha’ ah wan’t’ get for my friends, you twat.”

“Should have done this earlier on, then,” Will said, glancing around. “Most places are closed.”

“’Course they’re fuckin’ closed, it’s a Sunday,” Don said, rolling his eyes. “Doesn’ mean there ain’t shit in the windows, y’ twat.”

“Of course,” Will said, glancing around again. “What’s that?” He pointed.

“Fuckin expensive piece of shit, that’s what tha’ is,” Don said, but he walked over to the shop Will was pointing at anway. “Never been inside – ah think they’d chase me off.” He said, dryly. “Smell the fuckin working class on me or some shit, like fuckin’ bloodhounds.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ducky,” Will said.

“There’s fuckin’ diamonds on those ten-thousand pound and up watches, Willoughby, I ain’t going anywhere near that shit.”

“Come on.” Will said, “It’s the only place that’s open.”

“The fuckin’ Macdonalds is open, Willoughby – oh, for fuck’s sake, fine.”

Don walked after Will, who’d already entered the store.

Don looked around, as he caught up with his friend.

“There’s perfectly fuckin’ good watches elsewhere, Will,” Don said. “What a fuckin waste of ten grand, Christ on a bike…”

“I’ve seen better watches,” Will agreed. “But we’re looking at the ones with price tags, which is stupid. Come on. They usually put the better things near the back.”

“The ones with – Willoughby,” Don said, “What –“

“Here we are.” Will said, satisfied.

The watches did not have diamonds on them, which was preferable – but they didn’t have price tags, which was worrying.

“Why the fuck would you look at the ones without price tags?” Don asked.

“Because you can look at them.” Will said, pointing to the fact that they weren’t hidden behind what seemed like five hundred layers of glass and security measures. “And they’re not particularly garish, are they Ducky?”

“No,” Don said, warily, squinting at the watches. “Ah guess not. But this is pointless, I’m – prob’ly jus’ goin’t’ get a watch where ah got my last one, I mean, it lasted a good while.”

“It lasted a year Ducky, that’s terrible,” Will said. “Mine broke the year before last, but I’d had it for nearly nine by that point, and it broke because I broke it.”

“Fuckin’ dumbass,” Don said. “Perfectly good fuckin’ watch.”

“I am aware of that, yes.” Will frowned at the watches. “Do you like any of them?” He asked.

“Can’t fuckin’ afford any of this shit, can I?” Don asked. “Humour me,” Will said.

Don rolled his eyes and huffed, but did take a proper look at each of the watches in turn.

“That one,” Don said, pointing at a simple black-leather and silver with a white clockface and normal, black numerals and clock hands. “Most normal fuckin’ watch here.”

“Man of simple tastes,” Will smiled. Don elbowed him. “Fuck off. Not all of us are fancy posh twats – hell, I think y’d like a pocket-watch, fuckin – I know you would, you’re like that.”

“Like what?” Will asked.

“A posh, sentimental git, obviously.” Don said. “C’mon, let’s go.” He said.

“My cover’s been blown,” Will said, smiling, and Don rolled his eyes. “Fuck off,” He said, good-naturedly, grinning as they left the store.

Previous Summer:

“How are ya this fine mornin’?”

Don glanced over at Terri. “Not bad,” He said. “You’ll be off t’ Ireland tomorrow, righ’?”

“Nail on the head,” Terri said, dropping down onto the floor beside him. “Josh’s scramblin’, try’na pack all his crap. James is off, prob’ly somewhere with George.”

“Thought she had the flu,” Don said.

(George nearly always ‘had the flu’.)

“Those bitches are getting fucking married, y’know tha’,” Terri snorted. “Or haven’t ya seen the loving couple? No fuckin’ flu or baby rumours are gonna keep ‘em off each other’s backs.”

“Guess not,” Don said. “Smoke?”

“Nah.” Terri waved a hand. “Try’na quit.”

Don snorted. “Bet Josh loved that.”

“He’s a dick’ead, but you knew tha’,” She laughed. “God. Love ‘im tho’.”

“Yeah.” Don said.

“You ‘ave a girl?” Terri glanced at him.

“Did,” Don said. “Clemsie.”

“Clemsie?” Terri shook her head. “Posh fuckin’ princess?”

“Don’t,” Don said, shortly. “She had to move country, with ‘er fam’ly. We broke up ‘cause o’ tha’.”

“Shit, Don, sorry.” Terri sighed. She clapped him on the shoulder, then leaned over to look him in the eye. “Still. Better to be friends than to lose everythin’ over a long-distance piece of shit relationship, righ’?”

Don thought of Meredith and Audrey, and winced.

“Definitely,” He said. “We video call. It’s – not that… we didn’ get t’be together very long. Tha’elps, ah guess.”

“Helps a lot.” Terri shook her head, then flopped back against the wall. “’Elps a fucking lot.”

“Yeah,” Don said.

“Y’make any friends at those posh schools o’ yours?” Terri asked. “Other than that Clemsie chick?”

“Kay, Will.” Don said. “Lauren, Sam, Sabrina, Lillian, Derek, Daniel-“

“See, fuckin’ knew you’d thrive there,” She said, shoving him in the shoulder and grinning. “Always though’ y’ deserved better than fuckin St Dunstan’s.”

“So do you lot,” Don protested. “It’s a shithole, nobody deserves that.”

“Victims of fuckin’ circumstance, the lot of us,” She said, slumping back. “But I mean it.” She turned her head and looked at him. “Y’ the best o’ all o’ us, y’ prat. Accept it. Well. I mean, Muhammad’s a medical fuckin’ genius, but that’s a whole different ballpark and he’s a hopeless twat mostly, so I don’t count him If I did, he’d be the best no question – but yanno. I’m comfortin’ you, ‘ere.”

“Thanks,” Don said, dryly.

“No problem.” She grinned, and shoved him lightly in the shoulder again. “C’mon. Dad recently fixed up an old foosball table o’ his fam’ly’s, an’ I wan’na see if you’re any better than Josh or his bro,” She clapped him on the shoulder. “An’ maybe you can tell me all ‘bout your new friends, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Don said. “Sure.”

“Terri?” Don asked.

“Yeah? Oh, Don,” She unlatched the door and opened it. “Come inside, it’s fucking cold. God, I hate winter,” She slammed the door shut behind him.

“Do you know anywhere I could get a pocket watch?” Don asked.

“At an affordable price? Yes, of course, never doubt me,” She spun on her heel. “Or, rather, never doubt my dad. Dad!” She yelled.

“Wha’?” A voice boomed back.

“Y’know where we could find a custom watchmaker’s that ain’t damn expensive?”

“Yeah. I’ll drive yeh. Say ‘hello’ t’ Don for meh!”

“How the fuck does he know?” Don shook his head.

“The man has magic, I swear to god. It fuckin’ annoys me I got mum’s genes in that matter.” Terri grumbled, and walked into the living room. She dropped onto the couch, and Don followed suit.

“Is this for that boy o’ yours?” Terri asked, grinning lazily as she leaned back on the couch.

“He’s – why d’y’ have t’put it like tha’?” Don leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“’Cause I like to make people question things,” She said, “Obviously.” Terri stood and moved into the kitchen, then returned with two cokes. “Here,” She tossed him a can. “It’s shit but mum’s addicted me to it, damn the woman.”

Terri dropped onto the beanbag. “Here’s to a very fuckin’ Merry Christmas, y’ prat,” She grinned as she lifted the can in imitation of a toast.

“Hear hear,” Don opened the drink and returned the toast.

“Dad’ll be done in a few minutes,” Terri said, “But – in all seriousness, is this your prezzie for Willoughby or what?”

“Yeah,” Don said. “Fuckin’ git’s as fancy and sentimental as it gets, so…”

“Y’ sentimental y’self, ya prat,” She said, fondly. “Which is why we’re goin’ the whole nine fuckin’ yards, ‘cause a custom one’s a better fuckin’ gift than any stock shit. Better quality, usually, too, ‘cause the maker actually cares about the fuckin' end product.”

“I’m not fuckin’ sentimental, much,” Don said.

“No, y’ just sappy, y’ fuckin prat,” Terri sunk down into the beanbag chair. “Don’ lie to me, Don, I’ve known ya for nearly our whole lives, mate. And I’m older, so I win.”

“If I’m sappy y’re twelve,” Don put the coke can down on the floor, unfinished.

“And proud of it,” She grinned at him. “Only way I can win arguments, I ain’t no good with words.”

“How’d you do in English?” Don asked.

Terri pursed her lips and sighed. “Fuckin failed it, didn’t ah?” She glowered at nothing. “Good fuckin’ thing I can drop out ah sixth form and jus’ go for a level four apprenticeship, huh? Or was it three…” She trailed off, frowning as she thought.

“Eh, whatever.” She chucked her empty coke can into the bin. “Score,” She grinned. “Anway,” Terri turned her attention back to Don. “You’re a total sap, I’ve got evidence. Point is, I’m strong-arming you to go the whole nine-fuckin’ yards, because even tho’ I can trust you to do it on yer own, without me you’ll totally get scammed out o’ your money.”

“Terri,” Don said, flatly.

“What? Who out’a the two of us knows trade, huh? Not you, y’git.” She grinned. “Also I wanna know exactly what inscription y’ put on the fuckin’ thing.”

“Fuck off,” Don said, leaning back onto the couch. “Thanks.”

“Mixed messages, there, oh Donald,” Terri grinned, and dodged the cushion he threw at her. She picked it up and put it under her head, her grin turning self-satisfied. “I always win,” She reminded him.

“No you don’t,” Don said. “Remember the trip to Wales, in year eight?”

“We never talk about the trip to Wales in year eight,” Terri said, automatically. “That’s the first rule of our friendship. Right above ‘we don’t talk about Alex Connors.’”

“Noted,” Don said, sitting up. “Which is above ‘there was never a Chase Johnson’.”

“See, he gets it,” Terri grinned at Don. “We keep each others' dirty little secrets, we get along.”

“Blackmail is the only reason we’re friends,” Don said, dryly.

“And don’t you forget it!” She grinned, laughing, and fell backwards onto the beanbag.

“You two. Got t’ get goin’ now.” Her dad said, suddenly appearing at the doorway. How the six-foot-five craftsman managed this had always been and always would remain a mystery.

Don’s started to believe the story that he killed a strange looking wasp that had holed up alone in it’s hive in the attic of a customer’s house and that’s what gave him his strange abilities a lot more since the events at Slaughterhouse.

After all – Meredith’s not dead, and neither is the dog. The dog which looks exactly like the one in the paintings… of a dog that had lived hundreds of years prior.

“We’re ready, come on,” Terri said, standing, and Don followed the two Blythes out of the house.

“Ah, Terri Blythe, it’s been a long time.”

“Heyo, Uncle Terrance,” Terri said, stepping up to the counter. “Ma friend ‘ere – Don, y’ remember? – needs to get a prezzie for his boy.”

“Terri,” Don said, sighing.

“What?” She looked at him. “Fuck off, you idiot. Ah’ve squinted at your act for a week, bitch, I know exactly how you feel about him. Or do we need to talk about Alex?”

“Fuck off,” Don said. “Hullo, Mr. Connolly.”

“Donald Wallace,” The man said, surprised, as he removed his glasses to quickly clean them, then replaced them on his face, mostly all the way down his nose, in order to squint at Don as if he wasn’t sure Don was actually what he was seeing. “My my, it’s been – how long?”

“’Bout a decade, Uncle Terry,” Terri said.

“Indeed.” The man replaced his lens cleaning cloth back into his pocket, like some old-timey handkerchief. “So what brings you both here?”

“Like ah said,” Terri stated, slowly, “He needs to get a present for his friend for Christmas.”

“My dear boy, it’s only four days away!” The elderly man said, agitated, as he went about retrieving various designs and sheets for pricings. “I can make it in that time, of course, and as always you will get the family discount – but you’ve left yourself very little time to plan!”

“Ah only came up with the idea yesterday.” Don winced.

“That’s even worse!” The man came to a stop, the desk that served as the counter piled high with various pieces of paper. “You’ll need to make the decision today, but you can ask for the inscription upon completion, thank the lord above,” The man narrowed his eyes at Don. “And next time, son, figure things out before the deadline!”

“Righ’,” Don said. “Will do.”

“Good.” The man sighed, relieved. “Now. Take a look,” He gestured to the pile, “And tell me which parts of which designs suit best. And remember – family and Christmas discount, so don’t say no for no good reason.”

Don nodded, somewhat awkwardly, as he started rifling through the papers. Terri wandered off, to browse through the clocks, which included watches - pocket and otherwise – lining the walls and displayed, lovingly, across tables.

“Eight years old,” The elderly man shook his head as he muttered. “And now – you’ll be graduating soon, I imagine?”

“There was an incident,” Don said, “At the firs’ sixth-form ah went t’. After tha’, we ‘ad t’ repeat lower sixth at a new place. So, uh. One more year.”

“I see,” The elderly man inspected a watch hung on the wall and frowned, then set about buffing out an invisible scuff mark. “Where did you go?”

“Slaughterhouse School,” Don said, and the man froze.

“In Slaughter,” The man – stated. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.” Don said. “The School –“

“Blew up, yes, I heard.” The elderly man pursed his lips. “A right shamble. Still, at least you got out safely.” The man turned away from the watch on the wall, then cleaned his glasses – avoided eye contact. “… What really happened?”

Don looked blankly at him.

“I may be old, Donald, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know things.” Terrance squinted at him, then put his glasses back on. “Fracking doesn’t usually cause that sort of damage.”

“Well,” Don said. “They weren’ very –“

“Responsible Frackers, I know,” The man’s nostrils flared. “They give it a bad name, that company. No, what I mean is – stories spread. Legends… an old clockmaker hears things.” The man sighed, and looked at the pictures of his customers on the wall behind the counter.

In a few of them, there was a familiar dog.

“Big fuck off mole rats,” Don said. “We had to blow it up.”

“We?” The man’s head snapped over to Don. “How many people killed them?”

“… Dunno,” Don said. “Mr. ‘Ouseman killed one, mostly, then we beat it the rest o’ the way dead. Then – I used Will’s snuffbox to get another, an’ the lighter Will’d been bequeathed to blow up the school – usin’ the gas,” Don explained. “Clemsie killed a li’le one.”

“I see.” The man paused. “Well. I suppose we’ll see how that turns out eventually.”

“Wha’ d’y’ mean?” Don asked.

“Here.” The man said, instead, handing Don a stack of designs. “Find your friend a pocket watch. And think up an inscription, while you’re at it! Don’t leave that as last minute as you left this! I need to talk to my niece. If you’ll excuse me…” And with that, the old man had bustled him off and walked away, over to Terri who was poking a stuffed cat.

“Merlin died then?” Don heard.

“Not all pets can live forever,” The man sighed. “It’s a burden some must face alone.”

Don looked back up at the pictures.

1891

1912

1925

1956

1993

2001

2014…

Don frowned, then shrugged, and looked down at the designs.

Design 3048: Forever.

Design 246: Eternal.

Design 13: Infinite…

Don raised his eyebrows, then shrugged, and started picking out parts of the designs he thought Will might like.

Previous Summer:

“The Johnsons moved to America?”

“No Idea where they go’ the money either, mate,” James said, leaning back on the couch. Terri, from her place on a cushion on the floor, chuckled. “Inheritance, got’t’ be,” She said, as she dispatched of a few grunts. James nodded as he circle-strafed around a hunter.

“No wonder I ah’ven’ seen Mikey ‘round.” Don said.

“They didn’ tell nobody,” Terri scowled. “Fucken’ Lillian didn’ even bother tellin’ her bes’ friend, the wanker.”

“Lisa cry on your shoulder ‘bout it?” Don asked.

Terri grimaced as she picked up an energy sword, then started running around hitting elites with it. “Yes.” She said, glowering at the TV. “There was snot and everything. Fucken’ wan’ed t’ punch Lil’ for tha’.”

“Can imagine,” Don said.

“’Course y’ could, y’ sap,” James said, and Don elbowed him, which caused him to fail in circle-strafing and get shot.

“Bastard,” James said, elbowing Don back, and Terri laughed, finding an enemy-less corner so James could respawn.

“Willoughby Blake,” Terri said. “Don kno’ yer ‘ere?”

“I have it under good authority that you’ve known him for a very long time,” Will said, “And I was wondering if you could distract him for a – short while, while I go get his Christmas present?”

“Fucken’ell, mate, what’s with posh bastards and waitin’ ‘til the las’ minute?” Terri grumbled, but she stepped inside, and left the door open. Will hesitated before following, and stayed at the door while she put on her boots. “Relax, y’ twit,” She waved a hand, before she started doing up the laces. “I don’ bite.”

“Alright,” Will said, and moved to lean against the wall.

“Da’, I’m off! Seeing the Wallaces!” Terri shouted, as she stood. Terri grabbed her coat off of the stairs, at the end of the bannister, and threw it on. “Fucken’ cold out, innit?” She said, as she walked out of the house. Will followed. “Yes,” He said. “Quite.”

“Post twat,” She said. “You be good to Don, y’ ‘ear meh?”

“I-“

“Don’ even,” Terri warned. “I ‘ate liars. Now go ge’im somethin’ fucken’ nice, and don’ le’im say ‘no’ ‘cause ya spent money on it, ya hear me?”

“Roger that.” Will said, “Ma’am.”

Terri snorted. “Ge’ the fuck out’t’ ‘ere, y’ posh bastard. An’ I expec’ somethin’ nice enough, too, for the good fucken’ advice ah give ya both, y’ blind twits.”

“Initiation’s simple, bitches.” Terri slammed a crate of beer onto the table. “Drink me under, an’ ah’ll respect ya fer life.”

“Y’ for real about this, Terri?” Don asked.

“Well, no, bu’ it’ll ‘elp,” Terri said. “Wha’, col’ feet already, Wallace?”

“No,” He rolled his eyes and gestured with the beer he’d already picked up. “Jus’ remember when Mikey drank you under the table?”

“Not my best momen’, bu’ I’m tryin’ t’ recover from tha’, ‘ere. Whoever ‘andles their drink bes’ wins.”

“Ah know who’s gonna fucken’ lose ‘ere, then.” Don said.

“Fuck off, Ducky,” Will said. Terri grinned.

“Fuck’s sake, Willoughby,” Don downed some of his drink.

“Don, Donald, Duck, Ducky. Ah ge’ it, tha’s cute,” Terri grinned, leaning back on her beanbag. She downed a beer, then slammed the empty can down on the floor. “Pacing’s for wimps,” She announced to the ceiling.

“If y’ say so,” Don said. “’S no’ fuckin’ cute.”

“I’m older, what I say goes, it’s cute,” Terri said. “Get me drunk enough, Blake, mate, an’ I’ll tell ya stories about ‘ow much of a sap ‘e is.”

“Fuck off,” Don said. “Or I’ll bring up Cha-“

“Two can play at tha’ game, Donald Wallace,” Terri said, interrupting, as she reached over for another can.

“I have to say, I am curious,” Will said, supressing a smile of amusement. He was onto his second can.

“Ah-ah,” Terri waved a hand at him. “Y’ get t’ know Don’s embarrassing shit, but ah jus’ met ya. Which means y’ don’ get t’ kno’ mine… problem ‘ere is if ya ‘ear Don’s from me, ‘e’ll tell ya about mine. So, yanno, that ain’ ‘appenin’.”

“Shame,” Don said, downing his drink. “Really.”

Lunchtime on Christmas Eve saw a small get-together, with the two Blythe families and the Wallaces.

“Lisa’s still fuckin’ angry at Lil’, an’ she’s over at her gran’s for the yearly fam’ly gatherin’, so she ain’ showin’ up this year. Jus’ us lot, Mrs. Wallace,” Terri said. The two families would be leaving later on, to be in Ireland for the next day. Cutting it a bit close – but then, that was the Blythes, for you. Both sets of them.

Babs smiled at the two sets of Blythes as she stood aside and let them in. “It’s Babs, Terri,” She reminded the girl, like she’d been doing for years. “Come on. Group photo – Don, grab the camera, I’ll go get Dad.”

“Mum-“ Don started, but she was already gone. He sighed, shook his head. “He’s fine where he is,” Don mumbled, but he went to go get the camera anyway.

“Ev’ryones ‘ere,” Don said to Will. “Terri, James, Josh, David; ah, Terri’s dad, an’ Mr. and Mrs. Blythe.”

“So all the Blythes, then,” Will said. “Christmas eve dinner?”

“Fucken’ lunch, mate,” Don said. “Dinner’s later.”

“Ah, but it’s breakfast, dinner, and supper or tea.” Will said.

“Fuck off,” Don said. “We’re doin’ a fuckin’ group photo. Mum’s gettin’ dad’s urn. Let’s go.”

Will nodded, and followed Don into the living room. It wasn’t too cramped, but it was a fair bit cramped. Babs placed the urn on the mantlepiece of the electric fire. “Ev’ry one, gather round, I’ll jus’ set up the camera.” She said, taking it from Don. “Found out a remote activation method, bloody handy,” She explained as she went. The Blythes used the urn as a dividing line, and made sure to leave enough space for the three remaining individuals. “C’mon,” Terri said, gesturing. Don walked over and stood next to his dad, and Will, being tall, went on the back row, between and behind Terri and Don. “There we go,” Mrs. Blythe muttered, then smiled at them. There was space on the other side of the urn for Don’s mum, though it was a bit of a squeeze, and as Babs set up the camera, she asked everyone to move a bit closer in, so they were all in frame, and posed properly. Babs then quickly squeezed into place, and they all smiled at the camera as the flash went off a few times.

“Great!” Babs smiled, and Mr. Blythe – Josh’s dad – clapped his hands. “What’s for Lunch, eh Babs?” He asked.

“Sunday roast,” She grinned. “Wen’ all out for it, so be grateful it’s not sandwiches. Le’s go eat!”

"Present time!" Babs said, clapping her hands once after she'd received confirmation that they'd finished eating. "I'm gon' go grab somethin' while you two start - go on, go on!" She gestured, herding them into the living room before absconding up the staircase.

"Camera," Don said, knowingly, then flopped down onto the couch.

Presents from their friends had been coming in since the Christmas holidays started - Don's not entirely sure how Lauren knew to send Will's here, or how or why she'd convinced Sam and the others to do the same, but he hadn't paid much attention to that. Will had brought ones that Clemsie and Smudger and Kay and Hargreaves and Wootton had sent - after all, if it does anything, living through what happened at Slaughterhouse at least makes you a permanent entry on the Christmas shopping list - and Don's had arrived last week. The various Blythes' presents were also under the tree, a couple joint presents; Josh's family got Don and Will and Babs one present each, so that made three presents from the four Blythes, and David got Don and Babs - the Wallaces - some chocolate, but Terri gave Don and Will and Babs a present each - so four from the two Blythes.

Trying to figure out which bag of presents had been from which Blythe family had been somewhat futile. Thankfully, the individual presents were a bit more obvious.

(Both families were - bad at tagging, still, though.)

"Alright, which first?" Will said. Don sat up, stood up, and walked over. "Let's get the Blythes over and done with," He said, "Can' fuckin' figure out which is which for them, an' it's bugging me."

"Indeed," Will said, picking up one that had 'Will' on it in sharpie. Don picked up his, and dropped back onto the couch. He opened it, and a note fell out - Terri's, then; she always wrote little notes that she stuck inside the packaging, instead of on it.

Told him you like him yet, dickhead?

- T.

Don resisted the urge to facepalm and hid the message amongst the wrapping paper. "Who's your from?" He asked. Will was struggling with an overly sellotaped lump of a present. He found a place he could rip it from, though, and quickly did so. "Terri," He said, frowning slightly at a message written on paper with, of course, sharpie. It bled through, but Don didn't try to read it via the back of the paper. Will scoffed, lightly, and dropped the message, which disappeared into the wrapping paper. "Your friend has an interesting sense of humour," Will said.

"She's like tha'," Don said. "Always 'as been."

Don grinned at the copy of a Halo game he didn't yet have - a present that was as much for him as for her, likely since co-op was the only way she ever accepted anyone play Halo - and placed it down on the couch next to himself. "What'd she get you?" Don asked.

"A - puzzle box." Will frowned at it. He shook it, and there was something inside it, but how to get in there was - well, a puzzle. "... Interesting choice."

"She got me a cardboard box once," Don said. "And a coat hanger."

"Why?" Will blinked at him. "No' sure," Don shrugged. "She got 'er own boyfriend - b'fore they were t'gether, obviously - a keytar once. Tha' was mem'rable."

"... Alright, then." Will said, for lack of a better response. Don wasn't sure what you could say to that, anyway.

They made their way through the rest of the presents, and on the fifth Babs entered the room.

"Candid." She said, grinning, and Don sighed. "Mul'iple, actu'ly."

"Mum," Don sighed, and she laughed. "Come on, Don, grab Dad, would you? ;E's still in the dinin' room." Well. The kitchen/diner, since it was one room with a table crammed in the corner.

"Alright," Don said, standing. "Yeah, I'll get him."

Don left the room, and Babs sat down on the couch.

"See, I've known Don for a very long time, bein' 'is mum an' all," Babs said. She turned and smiled at Will, "An' I knew 'e liked tha' Clemsie girl from the momen' 'e saw 'er - an' ah can tel when he's grown t' like someone, too."

Will didn't reply.

"My boy's go' a big 'eart, and 'e cares abou' you," Babs said, plainly. "An' I'm no' gon' warn y' abou' no' 'urtin' 'im, b'cause ah kno' y're no' the type," She said. "So jus' let y'self be 'appy, Will. Y're a good kid; y' deserve it."

Babs stood and set up the camera as Don entered the room. "Will, be a dear and take the photo, wou'd y' please?" Babs asked. "Don, bring y' father over 'ere." A few flashes later, the photos were taken. "Ah've got' go take a few presents round to our Jackie's," She said, "So ah'll be back soon enough. You two carry on with the presents, don' wait for me." And with that, Babs was gone.

Don shook his head slightly, and moved to the tree. "Which next?" He asked.

"Ah - why not the Lawrences?" Will asked.

"Then the other 'slaugh'erians'" Don grinned. "Sure." Don tossed Will his present from Smudger - customary, generic; they hadn't really gotten to know each other, after all, Smudger and the rest of the group, since after the events of Slaughterhouse and everyone went home from that police station, well, the Lawrences moved country, so. Don put the riculously expensive chocolate - the same as what Will had gotten from the male Lawrence - aside, and then grabbed Clemsie's presents for them both. He handed Will his, then opened his own.

Don, a letter read, Merry Christmas! It's been such a long time - we should all really meet up in the new year. Kay will be back in England in the summer, and we'll be visiting family then, so I could pull some strings. It'd be nice, to see everyone again. Staying friends after everything that happened - well. It feels like a good idea to me.

I hope you and Will have had a good time at that new college - I keep getting letters from Wootton, bless him, about the place his mother sent him to this time. At least Hargreaves is keeping an eye on the poor boy; much like you, they were lucky enough to get sent to the same place. I'm pretty sure if they could, the Hargreaves would have adopted Wootton already, but - well. Given how often he's with his actual family, he might as well already be Isaac's little brother.

We really should all speak more. It's not like we have phones and skype or email or anything... certainly, we have a lot better than letters. I mean. Really.

See you both in the new year!

Signed,

Clemsie.

"Got a letter," Don said. "You?" "Yes," Will nodded. "Something about getting the gang back together, as it were."

"'S no' a bad idea," Don said. "Ah mean. We 'aven' spoken in around a year. Tha's a while."

"True," Will said.

"Guess we'll see if Smudger's therapist thinks it's a good idea," Don said, because though they didn't all keep in much contact, they did say the important things occasionally - usually on gift-giving days. Really, they did need to keep in better contact.

Ah well. That'll be a new years resolution, then.

Don turned to the present, which was a simple photo album. I heard you take photography, now, some paper masking-taped to the inside cover read. Here's a place to store it all. :)

Signed, Clemsie.

Signed, Smudger.

"Huh." Don shrugged and put down the album. "Alright."

Will put down his present from Clemsie and ostensibly from Smudger - obviously the presents were from Clemsie, but Smudger had signed the notes masking-taped onto both, if not the letters.

Don took the present from Kay Will handed over to him and opened it.

Clemency's gotten it into her head we're going to catch up in the summer. I'll see what I can do, since I will be back in dreary old England, but in the meantime - I heard you take maths.

You might want to train up your logic if that's the case, so I've given you a 'how to' book on chess, free of charge. I usually make people pay for this since I wrote it, but. We're friends, and it's Christmas, so.

Just try and fucking beat me next time we meet, I dare you, Wallace.

Signed,

Kay.

Don shook his head and held up the book in response to Will's identical copy. They grinned, slightly, at each other, then reached for the next presents. Hargreaves sent them both identical copies of dungeons and dragons, which he'd presumably sent everyone, and Wootton had sent them fudge. After that, it was Babs' presents - a scarf for Will and a camera for Don (who attempted not to think about how much that cost; most of the Christmas shopping budget, probably) - and then it was time for the presents they'd gotten each other.

"You first," Will said, handing over his present to Don. Don took it - internally thankful his present didn't go first, for a multitude of reasons - and opened it.

After the cardboard box and the wrapping paper had been put aside, Don looked at the watch - repackaged, likely, so Don couldn't see the price just from looking at its original box. It's the one he'd pointed out as the one he'd liked best, simple and sleek and fucking expensive, probably, and completely out of his range.

"Will-" Don started but - "Just take the present, Ducky," Will said.

Don tried to read his expression, for a moment, but gave up and nodded, slowly. "Well? Go on then, Willoughby, open yours," Don said, gesturing, as he finished removing the protective wrap from the watch and put it on.

Don waited as Will unwrapped the pocket watch, and waited as Will took a moment to look at it.

"I..." "Just take the present, Duck," Don said. Will smiled at him, and Don smiled back.

"There's an inscription," Don said, gesturing. "On th'back."

Will closed and turned over the pocket watch.

Bequeathed.

Don watched his face, quitely - Will's reaction was immediate. Many feelings were quickly telegraphed across his face, but Don only caught a few - wonder, surprise, but chief among all -

Panic.

Ah. Shit.

Will stood and walked out. Don hesitated, but this was much less life-threatening than the last time he'd hesitated to go after Will - so, he went. It didn't feel much less nerve-wracking, though, but Don didn't focus on that part.

Don had heard the front door close, and sure enough - when he opened it, Will was there, out on the cold, snow-covered pavement.

"Y'kno', if y'ate the gift, y' can jus' tell meh - y' don' 'ave to leave the 'ouse y' dramatic git," Don said. It was cold, and he was still in his pyjamas, and the posh twit currently stood outside his house was probably the most interesting thing to have happened to his little council estate street in years, but at that moment Don didn't rightly care much what Mrs. Johnson saw from between her half-closed curtains, or what Clara-Anne Jenkins could spy on from behind her blinds.

"It isn't that I hate it - It's more - I -" Will stopped, mid-sentence, frustrated enough to start pacing, back and forth, crunching a short path into the snow. "'S'more wha', Willoughby?"

Will didn't reply immediately, just let out a breath that clouded in the cold air.

"It doesn't matter, Ducky." Will said.

"'Course it fuckin' matters, or y' wouldn' 'ave left th'fuckin' 'ouse." Don pointed out, reasonably.

"Donald."

"Willoughby." Don walked over, mindless of the cold and the snow, and frowned at the other eighteen-year-old. "I don' wan't' renact a fuckin' soap-opera, jus' tell me wha' the fuck is wrong."

"Nothing's - wrong," Will said. "I just - I didn't... No-one's ever thought I or... anything about me was worth remembering. Especially not - something like that. Something that..."

"Important?" Don asked, quietly.

Will nodded.

"Well. I do." Don said. "Fuckin' 'ell, Duck, o'course I do."

Will stared down at him, for just a moment - and then, carefully, a move you could almost call furtive - leaned forward, and pressed his lips (cold, chapped - but soft, softer than he'd have thought) to Don's.

Somewhere far away, a door slammed shut, and Will moved back.

Before he could get the wrong idea, Don caught Will's hand with his own. "Y' kno', Will, I kno' yer cold-blooded an' that, but I'm fuckin' freezin' out 'ere."

Will laughed. He let himself be led back inside the house. Don dropped his hand and closed the door, then turned to look at Will again. Before he could say anything, of course, the door opened.

"Candid." Babs said, grinning. "Tha' was a beau'iful momen', really; one for the scrapbook."

Don sighed.

"First've all," Don said, "Mum, what the fuck, d'y' think y're doin'?"

Will grinned. "I, for one, think it's sweet. I should like our moments together to be captured."

"Ah, shut up, ya sentimental git." Don rolled his eyes. "Mum, 's weird, y' really don' need to."

"Actu'ly, Don, ah do," She said, frankly. "Mem'ries're precious thin's. Bes'to capture 'em so they're no' forgo'en."

"Alrigh', alrigh'-"

"Great!" Babs clapped her hands. "Now. Who wants lunch?"

#shr #slaughterhouse rulez #fanfic #wallacake #christmas fic #belated I kno I'm sorry #A 'Nonnie | anon asks #All The Asks | asks #i am truly sorry about how long this took #cowritten by edgycinnamoncocanut #<3

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askthecanadianwitch-blog · 7 years

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I'm very protective of my child if you hurt or confuse my boy I will drop kick you and sit on you I'm like 216 pounds I will crush you Kyle YOU MAY BE TALLER BUT I WEIGH MORE @pastelermod

#muns friend♡#I'm much protective #I'm also very protective of this bab I'm talking to #I'll drop kick you if you send them hate #literally I love them #my precious friendo

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adelamira · 5 years

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( gender fluid ) haven’t seen AMIRA ADEL around in a while. the ALIA SHAWKAT lookalike has been known to be (+) COMPASSIONATE & (+) BRAVE, but SHE/THEY can also be (-) DISTRACTED & (-) BLUNT. The 23 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in LIBRARY SCIENCE. I believe they’re living in FIDELIS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( trace. 27. est. she/her. )

Hi friendos! i’m trace and this is my lovely lil bab amira. i’ve had her for quite a while, but have only used her once or twice in a group setting, but here’s a lil bit of a breakdown:

she’s 23 years old

she grew up in a very progressive household, her father opened an art studio to display her mother’s artwork, and her parents were basically hippies

she loves painting, and can often be found with paint all over her clothes or hands

she is a hella feminist, and fights actively for change. you can usually find her at protests and marches, and doing her best to educate rather than berate.

she lives by a never assume, always get curious attitude

something that she’s never told anyone was something that happened when she was much younger, she was only about seven years old, and at the time there were quite a few break ins and homicides in the area, there was one that happened just a few houses down from her. she watched scared from the window as the criminal left the house with a small boy, one that she’d played with before in the park, but didn’t know that well. she was so afraid that she burrowed herself under her covers and didn’t come back out, even as the sirens started to wail into the neighborhood. she never told anyone what she saw, too afraid. a few years later she saw the boy again, lurking in the park, and she knew it was the same boy. she tried to muster the courage to approach him, but he took off before she could. years later she saw him again, this time on the news, after being rescued from one of rochesters now most prolific serial killers.

she’s genderfluid, but doesn’t mind she/her pronouns

bi as FUCK baybeee

a lover of literature, and just really wants to be a librarian until she’s old and gray

definitely has a martyr complex lmao

plot w/me pls? it’s been 83 years since i’ve been in a group and i’m excited

#water:intro

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achcs · 5 years

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hello, it’s me, steph, and i’m here to announce that the term is finally up ?! so like, i’m a free woman once more, i weep deeply ,,, these past few days have been so hectic and rough to be honest ?? sleep is almost a waste of time while trying to complete my assignment and because of that, i haven’t been on at alls ,, i just can’t handle tumblr and school when assignment period hits uwu still, i’d like to make a post to just, tell my thanks and appreciation for those who have been there for me and just listened or waited for me through this trying time aaa i truly appreciate those who kept in touch with me and just, still wrote me things, sent me things while i drown in school work. you guys are the real mvp !! ;u;

but before that !! i wanted to just say thanks to everyone who followed me these few weeks ?? there’s so many of you guys around and like i’ve just been gone but you followed and stayed ?? ooF i hope i’ll be able to get around to writing / interacting with you guys someday and i hope i don’t let you down ashkdjnl thank you for giving my blog a chance and for being interested !! i really appreciate each and everyone of you and i may be a lil shy but i hope we can still write / interact somehow ashkj

below are amazing people who i’m super grateful for !! they definitely were a support for me when i was suffering through school !! i’ve tagged according to alphabet !!

@busanbunnie !! aaaa chan, my dear ,, i haven’t been the best at conversations recently but i hope you are better and all your days are good and happy and if they aren’t it will be better !! i’m super thankful that you offered me a ear and support if i ever needed and i hope i can be the same to you if you ever need too uwu i look forward to getting to know you better, talking more and just, many more writing adventures with you !!

@elskct !! judAS JUDAS JUDAS my peach, my tol, amazing friend aaaa thank you so much for always being there to talk to me and just, supporting me when i need it the most !! i know i can always count on you and just, so much uwu i’m excited for us to get more things going, please know that i love you very much and you’re one of my important friends skadjnm i’m so glad to have someone who’s as loving and caring and so supportive like you uwu

@etastra !! miKOOOO !! i always sceam when we talk because my heart just dokis everytime, i can’t help uwu thank you so much for always talking to me and being there whenever you can to either encourage me and push me through work when it’s tough or even distract me when i need. just, talking and chatting and brainstorming and throwing ideas and headcanons at each other helped me so much and you always hit me up with amazing ideas ,, i weep for you my dear ,, my heart is soft 24/7 for you and our bois i’m so glad i found you and we started talking askjd

@hulijxng !! NESS !! probably the most amazing friend ?? pure talent and amazingness and so much love and great ideas ,, i can’t believe some of the things we’ve come up with and i want all of them truly uwu we have so much planned out for our bois and so much still kinda working through but i’m super excited to bring them all to life and just wEEP everytime an idea is thrown or just ,, normal talking ,, amazing friend i can’t believe uwu love you lots my dear

@noccies !! iTU uwu i hope you’ve been well my friendo !! always stay warm and be careful and i love you a lot a lot ,, i can’t believe that i got to meet you truly and i love all your boys and girls with all my heart, i should buck up and get back to you my love ashkdjnl thank you for always hitting me up and talking to lil ol’ me and like just being there !! i look forward to all the babs you’ll bring / you play my amazing friendo asjdkm

#･｡:･ﾟ☾ ARCHIVED ･｡✧#･｡:･ﾟ☾ OUT OF CONTEXT ･｡✧#( i just busted all my uwus )#( i cant believe i made it through )#( its all thanks to you guys )#( mentioned explicitly or not uwu really the support keeps me going )#( i feel weird coming back but i hope i can settle down and do more of what i love )#( thank you so much for sticking around uwu )

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mothric · 6 years

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tagged by @vio1315! thanks friendo

Rules: answer the questions, tag whoever

NICKNAMES: ... Bry

HEIGHT: short

ORIENTATION: sorry to disappoint but i’m v directionally challenged and the sun hasn’t even come up yet so i have no idea which way i’m facing honestly

FAVOURITE FRUIT: papaya, raspberries

FAVOURITE SEASON: always been spring, but autumn is really starting to grow on me

FAVOURITE FLOWERS: lilacs, peonies

FAVOURITE SCENT: lilacs, coffee, petrichor, pine trees, campfire smoke

FAVOURITE COLOUR: greens, purples, dark red

FAVOURITE ANIMALS: axolotls! and all manner of cats

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE: tea

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: my sleep is so inconsistent lately I have no idea how to answer this. my therapist is making me keep a sleep log. it’s that bad

CAT OR DOG PERSON: 100% cats. I do love dogs, but like,, in theory.

FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: presently? Connor and Hank from D:BH, Logan and Patton Sanders, Captain Holt from B99, Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle. oh and AMBROSE!!! @the-majestic-cheese-turtle‘s amazing android popstar from the 80s but also from the future, in space

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: I actually prefer to just drown in pillows

DREAM TRIP: mountains and stars are the only requirement. and like. money. and not going into debt. also tea every day. also I get to see my internet friends who live far far away

BLOG CREATED: November 2010

# OF FOLLOWERS: about 1400 i think

RANDOM FACT: I have been an extremely tiny human since birth (like. I almost died as a bab) and have never reached 100 pounds in weight. not unhealthy or undereating, it’s just how I be. I’ve always said if I ever hit triple digits, I’ll throw a party.

tagging: @extraordinary-arbiter-bluebird @rachel-rebellio @susuwatarisprinkles

#gonna try to limit who i tag to three per thingy #cause i have ... a lot of these thingies #to go through #tag ur it #vio #aesthetic heather #nascent nos #rachel rebellio #marvelous morgan #about me #text post #sept 2018

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