#i will hopefully have stickers of this soon smile

[nanaminis]

never make him love me

tldr: you’re determined to confess to teen!gojo, but your chances of success are literally 0.

cw: angst/no comfort... sorry? reader is a bit very delusional n kinda weird, gojo may be a bit ooc, no curse au, gender neutral (i think) but reader is wearing a skirt, and im p sure this is not very accurate to the actual japanese school system. not beta read btw

a/n: this has been in my drafts for too long... whoops! trying a different divider but i don’t rlly like it. also does reader count as a girl/boyfailure here or not? they kinda strange tbh :/ idk lol, hope yall enjoy getting rejected by gojo n can yall guess who hes already in love w

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

which, to be fair, a lot of people are. he’s a pretty face: soft, snow-white hair with bright cerulean eyes that draws anyone and everyone in. a big, gorgeous smile, and long, muscular limbs that you just know would feel so good wrapped around you.

plenty of people have confessed to him, and all of them have been rejected. that should be enough to put you off, to make you face the reality that gojo may not be madly in love with you, but it just makes you more determined. he’s just rejecting everyone else because he’s waiting for you!

that has to be it, right?

definitely, you think as you skip to gojo’s classroom. you can feel the weird stares from students (and even a teacher or two), but they don’t matter. you’re going to confess to gojo satoru, damn it, and nothing’s getting in the way.

it’s lunch period, thankfully, which means he’ll be with geto and ieiri. that’s good — his best friends will be there to watch him declare his reciprocated love for you.

you slide the door open, love letter and two packs of kasugai gummies in one hand. a few students in the room glance up at you, including gojo!

the two of you lock eyes — well, you think you do. it’s a bit difficult to tell, but his head is facing your direction, so he’s totally looking at you. he’s noticing you!!!

you bite your lip to stifle the giggle bubbling up in your chest and walk up to the perfect trio (hopefully, soon to be quadruple). “hi, gojo,” you say, a nervous yet giddy smile on your face.

“... hey?” he exchanges looks with geto before focusing back on you. “do i know you?”

okay, ouch. you literally sat behind him in chemistry, but, whatever. don’t focus on the little things!

“um, probably not, but!” you hold out the envelope with a heart sticker as the seal. “i have something to tell you.”

“uh... okay.” gojo scratches the back of his neck, then takes the letter. he slides his finger under the seal, tearing it open, and pulls the letter out. he unfolds it, and both geto and ieiri lean in to also read it.

a frown tugs at the corners of your lips. the words were meant for just gojo, not those two. although... does it really matter? you’re just proving that you’re a good fit for their best friend.

after a drawn out moment of silence, gojo chuckles, albeit awkwardly. “wow, uh... this is a lot.”

you nod. “yeah!” you also hand him the packs of gummies, which he takes a bit more eagerly than the letter and sets them on his desk. “so, um...”

your heart has been hammering in your chest this entire time, but now it feels like it’s trying to escape. sweat accumulates on your palms, and you resist the urge to wipe them on your skirt.

this is the big moment.

you hope and pray and plead to whatever being that’s out there for gojo to accept and reciprocate your feelings. with all the manifesting and ‘love spells’ you’ve done, it should work. gojo satoru is most definitely in love with–

“this is nice, but, uh, i’m not interested.”

...

what?

you blink down at him, and now you’re the one chuckling nervously. “i’m sorry?”

maybe you misheard. that had to be it, right? there’s no way he isn’t in love with you. you bought him gummies, you wrote him a letter, you spent countless hours researching and trying different manifestation methods, you prayed at the shrine, you learned his schedule so that you could pass by him on the way to class, you did everything for him.

he scratches the back of his neck again before refolding the letter and putting it back into the envelope. “i’m not really interested in a relationship right now. you’re probably really cool and stuff, so don’t take it personally.”

no, no, no, no. this isn't how this was supposed to go! he was supposed to say yes! what happened? what did you do wrong?

now you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of his friends. his best friends. how are you supposed to come back from this? thank god no one else in the room is paying attention right now.

heat creeps up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. sweat is drenching your palms, blood is roaring in your ears, and you really want to melt into the ground never to be seen again. you’re pretty sure your heart just shattered into a trillion pieces and a shard pierced your lungs, because you cannot breathe.

you then feel a hand on your forearm, and you jolt. it’s ieiri. “hey, are you–”

“i’m fine!” you blurt, and a few heads turn in your direction. you take the envelope back from gojo, spin on your heel, and rush out of the classroom.

damn it.

you’re pushing past people to get to the restroom, and you slam the stall door shut before locking it.

you’re so stupid. how could the gojo satoru be in love with you?

the tears finally spill from your eyes, running down your cheeks, and you let your face fall into your hands as you sob.

idiot, idiot, idiot.

you should’ve known you wouldn’t be any different. he wasn’t waiting for you. he’ll never be waiting for you. you never had a chance, and in your defense, no one did.

gojo’s heart has already been claimed by someone else, and if you were a little smarter, you’d know exactly who it is.

#jjk #jjk angst #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #reader angst

[prettys0bbing]

i’ve been watching too much greys anatomy so the desire for doctors has gone up.

you were panicking as you guys stepped into the er. your three year old, lexi, had fallen off the playground set at the park and got a cut on her head and you were terrified. this was your second month without her deadbeat father and every second it’s been terrifying. the nurses check you guys in and put you on one of the beds in the corner, half closing the curtains for some privacy. “look mommy!” lexi exclaims, looking at a my little pony sticker she found in my purse. you grab two of her toys out, allowing her to play with them as you wait for the doctor. right as you begin playing with her, the curtains move. “hey there, i heard we took a bit of a fall on the playground?” the doctor says, looking between you and your daughter. lexi nods her head as you speak. “she was trying to show me something she found and leaned a little too far. i tried to catch her but i wasn’t fast enough.” you explain, beating yourself up for not being there.

“well, i’m dr.cameron and im gonna get it all checked out okay?” he asks, beginning to check lexi for any more injuries. i can’t help but notice how blue his eyes are. he jokes around with lexi as he takes her temperature and checks her reflexes. “do you have kids?” you ask, wondering how he knows exactly what to say. you pause for a moment and blink. “i’m so sorry, that was none of my business.” you quickly apologize, waving your hands out in front of you. lexi looks up at you, handing you one of her toys and giggling. “you’re all right, don’t worry about it. i don’t have kids myself but being in pediatrics sorta makes you have to learn how to speak to them.” he flashes you a smile and you can’t help but melt. “your little girl checks out alright, so i’m gonna have an intern stitch her up and you guys should be on your way!” he says as another doctor comes and takes a place next to your daughter.

“i promise he knows what he’s doing, trained him myself.” dr. cameron soothes, winking at you. you nod at him, smiling weakly before taking lexi’s hand. she squeezes it as she gets stitched up, tearing up for the first two. “you’re doing so good angel.” you comfort her, kissing the top of her head when they finish. you put all your belongings back into your purse while they instruct you on when to come back to have the stitches taken out and how to take care of them. they give lexi a couple of cartoon bandaids, and it makes her day. you whisper a thank you to them as you take her hand and begin walking towards the exit. “wait wait wait!” you hear behind you and see dr.cameron coming towards you. he takes you to the side so you aren’t in anyone’s way and smiles at you. “i wanted to give you this.” he hands you a piece of paper with his number written on it. “if you ever need anything, call me. and when she comes back to get her stitches removed, have them page me. i’ll make sure she’s taken care of. now both of you, go be safe.” he grins before turning back and walking away. you feel warm as you walk out the door. as soon as you get in the car, you text him. “thanks for everything. hopefully next time i’ll need help isn’t an emergency, that way i can just stare at you shamelessly.” you breathe for a second, surprised at your own actions. you turn and make sure lexi is okay before you drive home. as soon as you park, your phone buzzes. “you were doing that anyways. next time it’s my turn.”

#mayspeaks! ˚✧₊⁎ #obx x reader #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #doctor!rafe

[raainberry]

Stickers

« silly series - 5 »

Momo x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - who knows how you ended up getting stickers glued on the face by a pretty girl but you don’t complain

wordcount - 570

A/N - writer’s block has hands y’all im ngl💀 but i do have a couple things drafted up🤭 (spy!yeji but you didnt hear it from me)

“Stop making that face.”

“What face?”

“You keep scrunching your cheeks everytime I put one on, it messes it all up.”

“Oh because it’s supposed to be structured?” You asked, feeling the mess on your face.

Several stickers, all pink and white following the Barbie color theme she loved so much. You thought they were pimple patches, and you were foolish enough to ask about them, believing her when she told you they were.

You trusted her, as one would their girlfriend, so you let her on your lap, her makeup half-done as she took a break to cover your two pimples that had popped out overnight.

You found out they were regular stickers about two minutes later, when she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore. By then it was too late to get her to stop, she’d tasted how fun it was.

Her giggles kept leaving the sweetest smile on her face. If it weren’t for it, you’d have whined her out of your lap far long ago.

She seemed happy. The way her eyes never failed to smile along with her lips, you swore it was the most beautiful sight this world had to offer. What an honor to be the cause behind it.

So long as it was harmless, you were okay with whatever could bring her joy. Even getting stickers on your face that would definitely make you break out more.

The things you’d do for that woman.

“Yes it is structured.” She said as she focused on another sticker. “I’m trying not to overbear your cheeks.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way her lips mindlessly parted. You’d think she was dealing with something with much higher stakes.

She was so effortlessly endearing. Was she even aware of how easily she could make you weak?

“Why not? That should be the point. It’s like blush, no?” You argued, making her chuckle.

“That’s ridiculous. No, it’s not.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just stickers.” She answered, focused on yet another one she applied to your chin this time.

“Are you gonna be done any time soon?” You wondered.

As much as you loved Momo, your muscles were starting to strain from trying to hold still for so long.

“I am actually. Do you want to see?” She grinned, reaching for the pocket mirror in your hand.

You nodded, smiling back at her before the sight was replaced with your own self.

“What do you think?” She asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh in response.

“Momo, why?”

“What?” She whined despite joining in on your laughter.

“Just—Why?”

“I don’t know, you asked and then I saw you looked pretty so I just continued. You told me I could!”

“Oh, so I’m not pretty without them? Do I have to live with these on my face forever? Look at me!”

“I am! You look nice, I wanna kiss your cheeks so bad, but it’s going to mess it all up.” She pouted, running her thumb over the stickers ever so gently.

“I’d rather kiss your lips anyway.” You shrugged.

“Just say cheese.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone to capture the memory she’d just half-forced on you.

You simply laughed, following her orders as you looked into the camera. She took a few pictures, different angles catching the love you shared and gave each other so happily.

The two of you looked awfully wholesome in all of them. Looking at them, you were almost jealous of yourself before remembering you’re the one she loves.

What an honor. Hopefully you’ll stick around each other for a long, long while.

#momo x reader #twice x reader #hirai momo #twice momo #momo imagines

[ssadumba55]

Luigi, Flynn Rider, Nick Wilde & Naveen react to Bisexual!Reader

Request: Okay, so I like, just recently came out to you! I know that I'm anonymous for the request but I have some homophobic friends that are on here and I dont want them to know that it was me. :( I have a specific headcanon request since I came out today! Could you please write me a how Luigi, Flynn Rider, Nick Wilde, and Prince Naveen would react to you coming out as bi? Thank you in advance!

Special request that I got asked to do by someone. I know things are hard now, but trust me they won't always be and soon you'll find amazing people who support and love you for who you are! For now, hopefully this brings you a little joy! Wanted to get this done for pride month.

Luigi

Luigi doesn't have a mean bone in his body, if you came to him and confessed you were bisexual he'd be overjoyed he was the first one you told

And he'd do all the research he could, he's on the job don't worry

He will absolutely be your number one biggest fan, he is now an LGBT ally (he probably was one before but now doubly so), he is taking you to pride whether you like it or not

He would definitely help you plan out how to come out to other people in your life, yes it would be many steps, and yes he will support you the whole way

And he'd also support you in more subtle ways, like wearing pins or even just like comforting you if the whole sexuality thing is stressing you out

He is just really happy that you're choosing to be your authentic self

Flynn Rider

If this man isn't at least bisexual himself, he has good gaydar, so he might already have an inkling before you come to him

He's genuinely happy for you

Might make bi jokes, might ask you if you're into every person you pass on the street

He will try to turn this into a "so you're into me" thing, like it or not, he's going to assume you're into him (if you're not he will be very annoyed)

Will ask you dumb questions at all hours of the day, just to get a reaction

Probably has a little bi flag to wave around and annoy you

He is your biggest supporter though and he will gladly threaten anyone who doesn't respect your sexuality

Nick Wilde

Nick is the kind of guy who when you first tell him, he's already looking up pride events to go with you to

He knows what it's like to not feel like everyone else, to have something about you that you can't change that makes a lot of people iffy and he will spend a lot of time just reminding you that you're not valued any less because of your sexuality

He has so many bisexual stickers, pins, things just to show he supports you. Even has one for his police officer uniform.

Will play smash or pass with you if you ask him

I don't know why I just get the vibe that Nick like- buys pride stuff just because he thinks you'll like it. Every time he sees something bisexual or with the rainbow he's like "don't mind if I do."

Probably forgets you're bisexual every time you say you're into someone

Naveen

He doesn't really get the idea at first, but his first reaction would definitely be "as long as you're happy that's all that matters".

Once he wraps his head around it though, he absolutely is a huge supporter

Definitely an ally, and has definitely learned some queer songs to play on his ukulele

He loves a big event so he will absolutely attend pride with you and he will bring his ukulele. And he'll joke about upstaging you at your own event (but you don't care as long as he's having fun!)

If someone maybe isn't supportive, he definitely gets very upset on your behalf but he will also comfort you very well.

He truly believes that everyone should be who they want to/are capable of being and he thinks you're very brave to be who you are

And you can't tell me he wouldn't buy you pride related things just to see you smile!

#disney imagine #super mario bros imagine #luigi x reader #flynn rider x reader #nick wilde x reader #prince naveen x reader #luigi imagine #flynn rider imagine #nick wilde imagine #prince naveen imagine #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader

[breaddwoo]

-Feeling Better (pt 2) -

pairing: xavier x reader

word count: 1.96k

warnings: none :)

desc: after the events of Just a Few Scratches, you're released from the hospital and confess your feelings to xavier. then you confront wednesday :D

a/n: i think i will probably do wednesday x vamp!reader next by my friend's request. we all know wednesday loves a little pain :)

xavier wanted to plan a whole 'welcome back' party the day you were discharged from the hospital, but he knew you'd still need rest to recover.

the blood loss from a week prior left you with dizzy spells; he hated seeing you so weak, knowing you're in this state because of him.

as he sat in his paint shed thinking these thoughts, he smiled to himself. if you heard these internal worries of his, he thought, she'd totally say something like "xavier, i did it because it needed to be done and wednesday was out of line blah blah blah."

so, he opted to get all of his friends to sign a card. he even drew you on the front, making sure to remember to animate it when he gave it to you. the art was of one of xavier's core memories: he dared you to sneak into the greenhouse near the school, late at night. when he pushed through the foliage of the forest to see you standing next to the glass doors, he recognized the shirt you were wearing. it was a t-shirt of his that he'd let you borrow when he 'accidentally' flung paint on you during a play-fight.

the night he saw you there, fuzzy pajama pants matched with his own t-shirt, he knew his feelings had grown far beyond friendship.

he hoped this card would maybe, hopefully show you how much he cared about you.

during the card signing process, he had to fight with enid when she made the argument that, "she's my friend too so i also get to write her a long message!"

she did not win that battle. this would be xavier's card with small 'get well soon' and 'we missed you' notes from people you knew.

he really wanted you to love it.

when the fated day came that you were allowed to be discharged, he got some flowers and made sure the card was looking the best it could. some of the words in the card may have eluded to some of xavier's non-friendship feelings; his nerves were going haywire.

> > >

saying goodbye to the doctor, you headed out to the lobby. god, you were thankful you no longer had to wear that hospital gown. if xavier saw you in that ugly ass thing one more time, you might as well just dig your dignity a grave and let wednesday enjoy the funeral.

the hyde had left large gashes from your shoulder down to your elbow. much blood had stained xavier's uniform that night; something you'd already apologized countless times for.

the transition from the glaringly white hallway to the lobby illuminated with warm light was a welcoming change. and there was xavier, a smile decorating his face when he saw you. he had a small boquet of a wild flowers that grew near his shed, tied together with a pale purple ribbon. even if the gesture was small, it made you want to run up to him and squeeze him tight out of pure impulse.

"did you really hand pick these?" you questioned, trying to tease him a little. he didn't notice as he pridefully stated, "of course, my hands even had that weird sticky plant blood on them when i visited you. remember?"

you snorted, "why didn't you wash it off?"

he looked to the wall, "i didn't notice until i was already at the lobby." you couldn't tell if this embarrassed him or not.

"hey, come with me, (y/n). i want to give you something, but not here."

xavier grabbed your hand, leading you with great care. the caution he used was adorable.

the small trek to a bench at a nearby park was a little straining for you; something xavier didn't fail to take note of. he made sure to ask how you were doing and offered his shoulder if you needed something to lean on.

then, he pulled out a (fave color) envelope, sealed with a little red heart sticker that you recognized as enid's.

gazing at xavier's face, you never would have guessed that he was practically screaming on the inside.

gently taking the gift from his hand, you carefully opened it. inside was a card.

pulling it out revealed a moving drawing of you, smiling under the moonlight.

you remembered that night. vividly. you could instantly recall the way xavier chased you through the many flowers of the greenhouse, threatening tickles if he caught you. that blissful happy feeling was something you'd never forget.

this boy has given you so much to remember in just a few months. xavier may be snarky and a tad bit rude at times, but he's treated you with so much respect and kindness; how could you not fall for him?

the words of the letter made your stomach feel like it was twisting in knots; it said:

(y/n),

it was stupid of you to risk yourself for my sake. i know I've already said that to you, but i felt i needed to say it again. however, that doesn't mean i don't appreciate what you did. i haven't talked to wednesday since before the morning you found me in the hallway, but she hasn't confronted me at all after you were on temporary leave.

i am so insanely greatful for you. after i broke up with bianca, you spent every moment of your time making sure i was mentally stable. never once did you expect something in return. and here we are, again, with your arm fucked up without any demand for even a small thank you. well, i hate that. i want to do so much for you, return the kindness that you've given me the past few months. you're so important to me. please, please don't do anything like that again. and thank you, for every second you've dedicated to me.

yours,

xavier

by the end of the card, you started to cry. you placed a hand over your eyes to shield xavier from your weeping, turning away from him.

"oh- are you okay? did i say something wrong?" xavier's voice was laced with a weariness that you couldn't describe. you felt his knee graze yours, guessing that he probably scooted closer to you.

"no, no. actually, the opposite."

you sniffled a little, trying to compose yourself.

a slight breeze blew xavier's brown hair out of his face. though you loved his long hair, you most enjoyed it when his face was in full view. he's so pretty.

"this- this letter, i.. xavier, i love you. when you're nice to me like this, i can't not love you. you make everything so amazing but so, so hard at the same time," you cried, both because you were happy to get it off your chest and the fear of changing the perfect friendship you shared.

xavier held you, placing his head on top of yours, rubbing your back. "i'm sorry, (y/n). thanks for dealing with my shit. i love you too. i realized my feelings a while ago, i'm just bad at this sort of thing," he said quietly.

the rustling of the trees above dropped vibrant leaves around the bench. red, orange, yellow, gold.

you were happy about his response to your confession, but something bothered you. with his reciprocated feelings tangled in your thoughts, a hard shell of protectiveness encased your heart.

"xavier, wednesday hasn't apologized yet for any of her accusations?" your question came out in an irritable tone.

he shook his head, "it's fine. she probably understands now that she was wrong and is just embarrassed. as long as she leaves me alone, i don't care anymore."

your brows knit together as you pulled out of the hug and looked at him. xavier, this kind boy who's given you a home at nevermore.

"well i'm gonna get an apology out of her."

as you stood up, xavier did too.

"no, seriously. what's done is done, it doesn't bother me, " he protested, hoping that you'd listen to him.

placing a hand on his arm, you said, "i didn't have a meeting with the hyde just for her to go into hiding when she's wrong."

and with that, you stomped your way to nevermore, xavier following behind to make sure you don't faint in your fury.

> > >

wednesday was experiencing deja vu. hadn't she already experienced three knocks interrupting her time to write? though, this time the knocks held an echo of animosity.

a sharp click to unlock the deadbolt and there you stood, arms crossed in wrath over your chest.

"i see they released you from the psych ward after your suicide attempt."

you almost wanted to laugh. that was so like her.

"so, do you have anything to say to xavier?"

indifference etched her features, "why would i?"

she really was talented at stretching people thin. xavier stood close behind, watching the interaction with a hand on your shoulder as moral support.

"is it really that hard to apologize when you're wrong?" you bursted, forcing your hands into fists to control them from tearing her apart.

"wednesday, enid was with xavier when i was attacked! and look," you grabbed his hand, "now we're dating! he would never hurt me."

"how do i know that you didn't team up with xavier? if you're allies, i wouldn't put it past him to use you as an alibi."

her words of idiocy made you explode.

"you- i know what you're doing is supposed to be good, but all you're doing is hurting everyone around you!" a furious finger full of hostility jabbed her in the center of her ribs, "you may be emotionless but that doesn't give you the right to be heartless! i went out there and almost died trying to keep you from ruining xavier's life! the least you can do is fucking apologize!"

your heavy breathing filled the empty sound of the hallway. it was impossible to tell if your words affected wednesday; she just stood there with her hands at her sides like always.

then, like a miracle, wednesday turned her eyes to xavier's and said, "I.. I am.. sorry."

she stepped back and closed the door with a gentle click. knowing wednesday, that apology was probably just a tactical retreat to diffuse the situation. at least the words had been said, though.

heaving, you let out a long sigh. arms circled around your shoulders as xavier rested his head on his forearm, hugging you from behind.

"are you okay?" you whispered to him, not wanting wednesday to hear through the, albeit thick, door.

"I love you," he stated.

you smiled, trying to shake off the lasting nerves after raising your voice.

"that's not what I was asking."

you felt the vibrations of a small chuckle on your neck. "you do so much for me, of course I'm okay," xavier mumbled. his voice was hushed but you could hear the smile in it all the same.

thank goodness the halls were empty, or you never would have been able to stay in this position if someone happened to be out here.

"i'm so glad you're here with me (y/n). I can't imagine where i'd be if you didn't exist", the sincerity of his voice made your throat close up with an unidentifiable emotion.

despite your fatigue, you didn't regret a single thing you've done for him if it meant you'd get to hear him say sweet things like that. his scent of teakwood laid a veil of comfort over your senses.

turning towards the end of the hall, you say, "let's go. I can feel wednesday's brooding mood through the door."

xavier smiled and let you lead him, "as long as you're feeling better."

#xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe fic #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday fic

[cemoras27-but-writing-this-time]

Danny's Evil Jaunt. Its Evil He Swears. Ignore the Charity. pt. 2

Hello! Im back with Part 2 Im honored that so many people were interested <3 HOPEFULLY THE COLOR STAYS RIGHT IM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT I DON'T POST ON TUMBLR OFTEN. also i have almost 0 history about Dc so if anyone wants to ramble about the charaters in the tags please do

Danny's outfit was based on @little-pondhead 's art and prompt was by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2

part: 1

AO3

Oliver Queen had thought he’d seen it all; however this Fenton guy just seems to be full of fun little gadgets. And puns. So many puns.

No one knows anything about the guy other than he’s a mechanical genius. Just magically appeared out of the blue one day with inventions that make Dr. Freeze’s gun look like a toy, claiming that ‘he’s not gonna be here long today but needs to do some field testing.’

And now here's Oliver listening to this kid(it had to be a kid, Fenton didn’t look a day over 14) ramble about how much fun he had today and that he had to come back soon(not looking forward to that). Green Arrow took a good look at the kid. 

He was short, maybe around 5’4 without the boots, and didn’t have much bulk, but clearly had a lot of lean muscle from what Oliver could tell from the fight, and black shaggy undercut hair. He wore a red hazmat suit with black gloves and red with black tinted lenses goggles. All covered with a lab coat that is definitely not OSHA compliant for mad scientist children, not with the way it was singed at the bottom and the sleeves had been torn off at the elbow, and the amount of sewn on patches - the biggest being the Fenton logo on his back. He was also lugging around a massive cannon that had Oliver bound to a lamp post with a glowing green net, but nets weren’t the only thing it could shoot, no it shot out so many things within the half hour they had been fighting that Oliver lost count. The kid also had some weird meta biology if the sharp teeth and pointed ears were anything to go on. But Oliver’s thoughts were cut off by a phone ringing. Fenton looked down and started feeling around his suit until he found his phone, a small Iphone with odd attachments with a green ghost case covered with stickers, stopped the alarm and moved his goggles up to rest on his head wincing as the rising sun shined in his eyes.

“Hoo bright. Alright that's it for today I guess! Thanks for playing with me Mr. Arrow, I think I'm gonna pick up some energy drinks and  a couple of snacks before heading home, I still need to write an English paper for Mr. Lancer and Jazz’ll finish me off if I don’t get home soon” Fenton grinned and started to punch in directions for the nearest convenience store on his phone. It was just around the corner from the street they had left the fight off on, nice. 

‘Maybe I should grab some for Sam and Tuck’ Danny thought, ‘Oh wait I forgot!’ just as he was about to turn into the store he rushed back to where he left Green Arrow, who was trying to saw his way out of the Fentnet with his knife. 

“Sorry! I wanted to do something before I left!” Fenton smiled and put his wiry arm around Oliver in a side hug and pulled out his phone and did a peace sign with the hand around Oliver. “Say Frootloops!”

Fenton pulled off Oliver and showed him the picture, Fenton had a Cheshire cat grin while he had a miserable expression. 

“Ooph, probably not your best look but I think we look cool. And really, that’s all that matters at the end of the day. How I think we look.” 

“You're a menace, what do you want?” 

“You don’t know? I’m god’s playtester and I’m here for bug testing before the rest of the world sees my inventions. Consider Star City my testing sandbox. Anyway see’ya!” and Fenton was gone down the street. 

And that was the day Oliver Queen knew that he needed to make sure that the world outside of Star City could never be exposed to Fenton. Especially the bat. If anyone found out his ego would never recover.

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[sweetwriter]

Longing :Chapter 2.1

Single dad Reiner x black! Reader

Ever since that day has been trying to spend more time with YN. Getting to know her better and showing her that he cares. By spending so much time with YN he is obviously spending a lot of time with the duo he calls “his girls” YN and Sasha. They’re like ice cream and fries, they’re already good on their own but together, they’re uniquely amazing.

It’s a Thursday morning and YN is getting Sasha packed and ready to go to her mom’s after she finishes school.

“You got all your homework?”

Sasha nods

“You have your sparkly pens?”

“Yessss”

“Snacks?”

“Yes Y/N/N” Y/N/N that’s Sasha’s nickname for you. One day while playing with his stuffed farm animals Sasha had said “I think your name is missing something.” She said absentmindedly.

YN stops and looks at Sasha curiously, “oh?’ She laughs off, “is that so?”

“Yeah” Sasha said a little quieter. Sasha is a sweet girl and she’s loud and bold and loves to be as loud as possible, sometimes, she was quiet.

Reiner tried to be alot for her, but at the end of the day, Sasha was a little lonely. She had no friends at school- everyone thought she was weird. And only for her to go to two seperate houses and having to figure out in her seven year old brain why mommy and daddy don‘ t like each other anymore. She does well for how old she is, but she is still a seven year old girl. Her mom was present, but only when she wanted to be.

Post pictures on her Instagram mostly. Sasha felt more connected with her iPad than when she felt with her mom.

When YN came into her life, she had a friend. That’s how she saw YN. But as the months went on, she noticed how YN helps pick out her favorite outfits with her, like daddy does.

That YN cooks for her, like her daddy does.

YN makes her daddy smile.

And Daddy makes YN laugh. Maybe YN was more than a friend to Sasha.

As YN was dropping Sasha off in the school drop off line, Sasha jumped.

“YN!!!I forgot! I need you to give this to Daddy, it’s his birthday today. I didn’t get to see him” Sasha said with a deep frown. Sasha does everything possible for her daddy to be happy, but she’s realizing, that YN will make daddy more happy.

Sasha hands YN a handmade card. A piece of lined paper folded held by a cow sticker. On the front in purple crayon in big letters writes: “Daddy”

“Please make sure he reads it, it’ll make him happy- and he’ll be more happier that you give it to him.” She smiles before running off into the school.

“It’s Mr.Brau- Reiner’s birthday today huh?” You whisper to yourself.

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A/N: Hey y’all, so sorry it took me almost a month :,( my iPad is acting weird BUT fear not- im going to buy my first laptop soon and hopefully that’ll help with writing and what not. But yeahhhhh I’m def wanting to add more filler chapters to build up the story a bit more so definitely let me know what you guys would want to knoooww or if you want to join the tag list or anything :))

Kk much love,

Sweetwriter

#imagine #fanfiction #my writing #black reader #attack on titan #angst #reiner x y/n #aot x black reader #reiner x black reader #reiner fanfiction

[zredarts]

HEY HEY GHESTIE CONGRATS MR DEWDROP LOVED YOUR STICKER AND PUT IT ON HIS GUITAR IM SURE HE LOVES IT HES LIKE OH THANK YOU GOOD JOB ITS SO CUTE

HI HI! why thank you! Everyone is being so nice about this, its very warming since i didn't even know he would do this.

I already talked about it on twitter, but i think I'mma go into detail here for those who have no twitter, and also because i have more space for rants.

For starters, im a very anxious person. I am aware of everything and everyone in my surroundings, and i don't like to bother people. Miraculously, i made some friends there and they helped me be more comfortable (this was my first concert ever, not even first ritual just concert in general). I tried showing Sodo my sticker during ritual, but to no avail he didn't see it, and i don't blame him it must be hard to see with that mask, and i was in an awkward place (between middle and right stage, front row). One of his picks also accidentally hit me in the face but thats another topic lol

After ritual they tweeted about some event going on. We decided to go check it out since they said they'll be around. I didn't think we would see them but sure enough they arrived to take a look a bit later. My mind was set on giving him the sticker because it was now or never, but i didn't feel comfortable doing so, and so my friends just pushed me near him. I was afraid he would reject it, and at first i felt like i was being a bother, but as soon as he realized i was handing him a sticker his face just lighted up with a smile. I still remember his exact words when he went to grab it. He thanked me, looked it for a bit and said it was adorable. When i tell you this man was the sweetest and spoke to me softly im not exaggerating, he was such a sweetheart. After that i had to leave immediately because again, insecurities and i was shaking very badly so i turned around and went back to my spot. I dunno if he wanted to say something about it, cuz when i looked back he had come closer to my friends and they were talking about something. They left soon after, i think they went to see another concert playing on that venue.

That said, i was certainly sure he may have lost the sticker because of how many people were there and the probability of it falling on accident, and i forgot to give him a backup. I didn't mind if he would have lost it, it was just a sticker after all, but almost a week later i get a message at 3 am from a fan (if you're reading this, thank you so much i wouldn't have known without you) who recognized the sticker from my Instagram story. I didn't have words, i actually was mentally denying the fact it could be my sticker because thats such a great honor. I saw all the comments from people saying that was so on brand for him and that the sticker was cute and it really made me feel nice about it. Even now i still can't believe he liked it enough to be like welp this is going on the guitar lmao

It goes to show how a simple gesture as using a sticker can mean so much for others, and in this case it really made me feel more confident about it. It makes me wish i could thank him for it, a proper thank you. Seeing how they said they had one of the best tours at my ritual, im sure they're gonna come back at some point, so hopefully by then I'll be able to thank him properly, because this not only helped me with my own self esteem, but also with my art career, as seen as people really liked it and would want stickers too.

And thats what I'll do, hopefully my adhd allows me to lol. But thats basically the gist of it, sorry for the long rant. Theres so much that went on, and so much going on in my mind. I appreciate everyone who's spreading the word, and all the kind words about it. And i appreciate Dew for giving my sticker a special place in his heart. Thank you for reading

#the sticker ghoul will come back #dont take that as a promise tho #the band ghost #ghost band #sodo ghoul #sodo ghost #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghoul #zredasks #ask box #ghesties

[mknight0000]

The Great Cake Debacle- Cross Dimensional Answers Short Story

A/N: FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! Here is a little short story of my OCs from my Last Legacy rewrite. This takes place before the events of the rewrite but overall I had a ton of fun writing this. 

As always, would love feedback if you have any for me. Please feel free to send me asks about my OC or the rewrite in general. Enjoy!! 

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-Word Count: 1134

-Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Food, Probably poor grammar (I try to proof read but my mind jumps a lot sooooo),

-Creators: Dev (creator and writer), Ciel (sprites, cgs, illustrations), Hika (bgs, illustrations, gfx), Lulu (writer), and Grace (writer)

-Carrd Link 

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The yellow light flickers in the off-white-tiled kitchen, grout that hasn’t been cleaned in a hot minute separating each square. The white fridge hums, loud and clear, almost as if one could hear it when walking in from the front door. Brown, oakwood, cabinets hang from the wall,  filled with mismatched plates, bowls, cups, spices, medicines, and whatever items needed to be stored hastily. It is most definitely not a kitchen one would see in the after photos of those famous remodeling shows, but it is perfect for Timothy and Megan.

Tim walks into the door, drops his keys off on the little table by the front door, takes off his shoes, and throws his uniform jacket onto the coat hanger. His eyes drag towards the pendulum clock that hangs on the wall, the two-dollar sticker from the flea market still on the bottom of it. 3:47 p.m. it reads. His bloodshot eyes look towards the kitchen.  After a rough day at school, he figures he should reward himself so he makes his way toward the humming fridge. He passes the jigsaw-furnished living room. A poster of two beings from another world hangs from the walls, signed by the creator of the game Megan loves. It is one of her prized possessions. How she is into that game, he’ll never know, but it makes her happy. That’s all that matters.

Tim steps into the kitchen, and makes his way to the cold machine attached to the wall, opening its door. The light from the fridge illuminates his face, tired and exhausted from the countless exams and the head-ache-inducing lights. Looking at the various choices, he picks up a container holding a particularly delicious chocolate cake, covered in a rich chocolate frosting. Tim grabs the cake, and takes it to the kitchen counter, grabbing a fork from their designated utensil drawer, and taking one bite after another, savoring each one. 

Tim finishes up the cake and recycles the container. Just as he finished rinsing off the fork, Megan walks into the door, clearly in the same exhausted state as her brother, coming back from work.

Tim turns around and asks, “How was work today?”

“Grueling as usual. Doesn’t help that the coffee shop across the street just closed so there are just more shitty customers to deal with,” she states, with clear disdain for her job. 

“Damn, I’m sorry. Hopefully, you can find something you enjoy doing soon.”

She gives him a small smile. “Yeah, me too. Doesn’t help that the jobs available right now all suck, but as long as this paycheck keeps the bills paid, we’ll be fine,” 

She goes over and opens the fridge that Tim had just rummaged through. It is then that Tim realizes he just made a mistake. A grave mistake. A mistake that he may not be able to come back from. In his tired state, he did not register that the cake he just ate down to the last crumb, was his sister’s cake from the other night. 

He tenses a bit and watches as Megan looks for the cake. 

Megan registers that the cake is not where she thought she put it but does not want to ask Tim if he knows where it is. He wouldn’t know where it is anyways. She closes the fridge and decides to look in the cabinets. Sure she could ask him, but she is notorious for being forgetful about where she places things. She loves her brothers and she knows their teasing about her forgetfulness is nothing but sibling banter, but it's not something she can deal with at the moment. So, she continues with her search. She looks through all the cabinets and even goes into her room to try to find the cake. Tim is still standing by the sink, guilt coated over his face. But he still does not speak up.

Megan walks back into the kitchen and stands there, frustrated and hungry, but then remembers something she has to do. It is Tuesday evening, meaning recycling comes tomorrow. So she approaches the recycling bin, reaching down to take it out. Tim realizes what she is doing, and turns around, away from her, focusing on the plate sitting in the sink, waiting for it to be cleaned, waiting for the impending doom. 

Before she closes the bag, she notices something familiar and pulls it out to investigate it. On the plastic container, there is a price tag, detailing what was in the container.

Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Frosting- $3.99

However, this container did not contain a chocolate cake, it was empty. Obviously, when she bought the delicious dessert, there was a slice in it. 

“Tim?” she asks, turning around to face her brother, holding up the container.

He turns slowly, guilt painted on his face. He gives his sister a weak smile.

“Yes?” 

“Care to explain why this container that had cake in it, doesn’t anymore?”

He moves his eyes around, trying to find a possible out for the situation. 

“Would you believe me if I said that a magical cat-man was in here like five minutes ago and stole the cake?”

Megan glares at him. Clear as to what her answer is.

“Okay, fine, I ate it without realizing it was yours. I’m sorry. On my way home from school tomorrow, I can get you another slice. How does that sound?” he asks her, clearly feeling terrible about the whole situation.

“Fine,” she states, punctuating her response by throwing the container back in with the other recyclables. “Just make sure it’s the slices from Benji’s Shop, and also pick up some sticky notes while you're there as well, I have a feeling I’ll need some anyways.”

She leaves the kitchen, and Tim decides to go into the living room and lay down on the couch. Megan joins him soon after, both of them sitting in comfortable silence.

“Is Andy and James coming over for dinner tonight?” Tim asks.

“No, they are going on a date,” she answers, “but they said they are able to come tomorrow. I was actually going to ask what you wanted to have tonight, maybe even get something from the pizza place at the end of the block, but since you pulled that little stunt earlier, I think I’ll just get something for myself.” 

Tim turns to Megan, eyes filled with a pleading stare, and she smirks back, amusement clear on her face.

“Just messing with you, we’ll get some pizza.”

Tim celebrates briefly and falls back onto the couch as silence fills the room once again.

Sometimes it's tough for the two of them, what with their current situation, but they know they’ll get through it. As long as they have each other, cake disasters and all.

#last legacy #fictif #sage lesath #OC #oc x sage lesath #cross dimensional answers #writing #fanfic

[jayperior]

wahhh i just saw your training muse stickers and they are SO ADORABLE!!!!! they are all so baby pls ;O; their little eyebrows and all the expressions & poses are so perfect for each member mwah mwah mwah i want to scoop them up and give them each a little kiss. i am so filled w nostalgia now ;u; anyway these cuties are so lovely ty for sharing hehe <333 hope you're having a lovely day cuz you really brought a smile to my face!!!!!

Thank you so much for the warm reaction!! I'm glad you like them so much~ I'll hopefully be able to have them printed soon (and then maybe finally set up an online shop since I only sell at conventions...)

I'm just starting out in drawing merch so reading this really brought a smile to my face :)

[your-local-grubdog]

Together in the Storm Chapter 11: Lil' BEAST of a Child!

Story Summary: Olimar is back home once again, ready to rest and recuperate from everything that had happened. Yet the universe keeps throwing unwanted surprises his way, making rest difficult. He just wants to make his (now rather large) family believe that he’ll be okay. Because he is, for he has to be.

Story ratings: No archive warnings apply, Teen and Up Audiences, and General/Non-Ship Focused

Chapter Summary: Olimar recalls the time when Captain Destiny met his son.

Read on Ao3 here!

Still no chapter art as I have a huge art project due in four days as of posting this. Art should hopefully be back for chapter 12!

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Olimar sat in his office, looking through an old book of some sort. It was a thick, hearty thing, with cartoonish renditions of baby bottles on the front. It also has some frog stickers placed half-hazardly all over the front and back of it. He stared at each page for much longer than needed before slowly turning to the next, so absorbed in his task that he almost didn't notice Nova and Louie play-wrestling a bit too roughly right outside of his glass office door.

Almost.

"Cetacea, may you let the boys know that I can see them and that if they don't want me to intervene then they need to tone it down a bit?"

"Of course, Sir."

The boys soon stopped, seeming slightly spooked, before turning to Olimar's door. He merely paid them a sly smile, trying not to chuckle at how guilty they both looked. He only looked up and gave them his full attention when Louie opened the door.

"S-Sorry, dad..." Louie began, soon trailing off. "Uh, what do you got there?"

Olimar closed the book, setting it down. "You're alright, I was just stopping a problem before it could really get started." He then tapped on the book's cover. "This is Nova's baby photo book. Goes a bit beyond 'baby', actually, but still. I don't think I've shown you his or Lunas' yet. I could-" he paused for a moment before looking at Nova. "If he's okay with it, of course."

Louie rose a brow before looking down at Nova. The boy tensed a bit, seeming uncertain, before nodding. They both slowly approached Olimar, looking over his shoulders to take a peek at the book as he opened it back up. As expected, it was filled with pictures of him when much younger, around toddler age in this section. Nova then pointed at a photo, his ears wiggling. "You've never shown me that one. Uh, who is that?"

The photo was of an older woman with dark brown fur and coiled black hair swept to one side. She wore a puffy green flight jacket, jeans, and brown combat boots in the photo. And in her arms was little Nova, wearing a bright yellow shirt, soft blue shorts, and a yellow ribbon attached to a matching headband. He was staring at the camera in a... mildly creepy way, actually.

"I just added it in this morning." Olimar explained. "It... it hurt to much, to add it before. But I can't - and shouldn't - hide it away forever. Her name is Destiny - Captain Destiny. She was my captain when I was around Louie's age."

Nova's eyes went wide then, looking up at his father. "You never talked about your old crew before."

"Ehh..." he chuckled nervously. "Not gonna lie, most of them were jerks. I hardly had a spine at the time, plus I was... different. They picked on my quite a bit. Never bothered to keep in touch after the crew disbanded." He then pointed at the photo. "Our Captain, however, was great. Took me under her wing quite quickly. Mentored me, helped me out."

"Kinda like you did for me?" Louie asked.

Olimar was silent for several moments. "Yeah..." he finally managed out. "A lot like it, actually... she'd visit sometimes. She and Rose got along very well, and she got to meet you as well - er, as you were then, anyways. Would baby sit for us when she could, which wasn't often." he then poked his son's nose affectionately. "Would indulge in your insistent need to play in the mud, though."

At that Nova snorted before shrugging. "At least she was more fun, then, from the sound of things."

"Uh-huh." Olimar narrowed his eyes playfully before looking back to the page. "This was taken the day she met you. I can... tell you both the story, if you'd like." When both boys nodded eagerly, he leaned back into his chair. "We had just gotten back from a delivery run, and she wanted to check in on me..."

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"T-thanks for offering to come over, Destiny."

"Don't sweat it, kid." The older woman chuckled as she followed Olimar through the house. "Where's that pretty lil' lass of yours now, hmm?" When Olimar's immediate response was to grumble a little, she began to laugh. "Oh, don't start on that now, boy. You know I'm teasin'."

"Yeah, yeah..." he rolled his eyes. "She's taking the chance to see her friends, hasn't gotten to go out much sense Stella was born."

"I see... speakin' of which..." They turned the corner and saw a young toddler wearing a bright yellow shirt, soft blue shorts, and a yellow ribbon attached to a matching headband. She was sitting in a playpen, messing about with toys. "It'll be nice to finally meet her, givin' how often ya brag about her."

"How could I not brag about my baby?" Olimar teased in response, lifting her up. He sat on the couch with his pup, beckoning Destiny over to sit next to him. "Stella, meet Destiny!" He moved her hand as if she was waving, smiling wide. Stella, on the other hand, just stared blankly at Destiny.

"Ah... Not much of a talker, is she?" Destiny asked wearily.

Olimar just shrugged before patting his pup's head gently. "She can babble, make sounds that almost resemble "mama" and "papa". Uh, she does go quiet around strangers though..."

"I can see that. Still, she's quite cute."

"Isn't she?" Olimar smiled wider then. "Rosie and I just adore her. It hasn't been easy taking care of a baby, don't get me wrong, but it's been absolutely worth it."

"Oh, I'm sure. Kids will never get easier. But I know you both were waiting a long time for the gods ta' finally bless you with this lil' one."

Olimar was quiet for a few moments before nodding slowly. He then set Stella back in the play pen, who promptly returned to playing with the various toys laid out for her. "It's been... Very hard. I don't - don't think I've ever told you everything."

Destiny's ears leaned back then, though she stayed quiet as she watched her young crew member lean into the couch, seeming almost... Limp.

"It's - It's taken us so so long... I've come home from work numerous times to find Rosie sobbing. It would take all night to console her, if I was able to at all. She... She was a wreck, captain." He stayed quiet for a long while then, watching as Stella bat a toy around, practically pouncing on it like a cat. Fairly typical behavior for a Hocotation pup, actually. "But... Now that Stella has been born, I think... I think her being alive has made Rose feel a lot better. She doesn't really cry much at all anymore."

Destiny nodded slowly as she tried to absorb everything. Eventually, she laid a hand on his shoulder. "She's a... A lil' rainbow baby then, I take it?"

Olimar was quiet for a long period before slowly nodding. At that point, Destiny began to rub his shoulder in an effort to calm him.

"I'm so sorry, kiddo. I'm sorry... I know it's not much, but..." She trailed off for a bit, leaving Olimar to twitch his ears as he sat up a bit. "May I see her?" She then asked.

Olimar silently nodded as he handed Stella over. The pup stared Destiny down, as if... She were prey. Well, also typical for a Hocotation pup. Probably. They were a predator species after all, and soon she'd be trying to hunt down small creatures. Eventually, she could spend that energy on sports or something. Destiny smiled at the child, holding her up a bit. "I may not be around much, but I can still be the lil' one's Nona!"

At that, Olimar blinked in surprise. "Oh - y-you don't got to-"

"I know." She hummed, lowering the kid and holding her close. "I also didn't need to do everything else. But I do, because you three matter a lot to me."

"I..." Olimar began, at a loss for words. Eventually his ears leaned back as he smiled sadly. "T-Thank you..."

"Of course."

Olimar stayed quiet for a few moments longer before eagerly standing up. "W-Well, if you wanna be the kid's Nona then we should get a picture of the two of you together!"

Destiny chuckled as she watched the man hurry away, hunting down a camera. "Yeah, that sounds nice..." She looked at little Stella, soon poking the kid's nose. "That sounds very nice..."

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"She sounds kind." Nova hummed. "Why did she stop visiting?"

Olimar was quiet for several moments before being able to speak again. "She - she passes away when you were young." His ears slowly began to droop down then. "I was - it never - I..." He started and stopped his sentence a few times before giving up and sighing. He then turned his had to Nova slightly when the boy wrapped his arms around him. "Thanks, kiddo." He gently pat his back, soon feeling Louie lay a hand on his other shoulder. "And you too." 

"...I'm sorry, Olimar." Cetacea began. "Loosing  parent couldn't of been easy."

"She wasn't my-" Olimar retorted quickly, fur fluffing up from embarrassment. But then he paused and, after a few moments, his fur laid back down. He then let out a sigh, pulling both of his boys in closer. 

"Thank you."

#pikmin #fan fiction #pikmin fan fiction #star touched au #pikmin star touched #captain olimar #louie pikmin #olimar's son #borb writes #borb draws

[sassatello]

Hiya!! If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of merch do you have in store?? :>

And if you’re considering prints, could I suggest this one I’d love to buy it as a print, if possible!! Something about it never fails to make me smile >v< they’re very silly (fond)

Thank you for drawing and sharing your art with us, and I hope you have a lovely day ( ^ ^)/.｡.:*☆

right now keychains and prints! i will also draw some buttons and hopefully stickers soon ;;

(btw would u guys be interested in standees??)

and thank u for ur suggestion!!

#store is not opened yet btw!! #will be on kofi ahah

[sailor-toni]

Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire

Epilogue

You can also read this on A03, FF.net, and Wattpad

The Amity Park airport was small, it only had eight gates and one lonely Mcdonalds stand that waited for its passengers behind the TSA checkpoint. At the checkpoint stood an overweight and shabby TSA guard. He stood there watching the Fenton family as he picked a booger out of his nose, before he flicked it to the side. Jazz looked sick and tried not to gag.

    Meanwhile the whole situation made Danny want to vomit. He had only been out of the hospital for a day and his parents were already dragging him to see him . Vlad Masters stood a foot smaller than his father but his ego was larger than the empire state building. He wore a pitch black casual suit, with a gold handle umbrella in his right hand. In his left Desiree was wrapped around his arm, her long black hair had been moved to hide her black eye. She gave Danny a kind motherly smile. Danny just rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to a leg that wasn’t currently hurting. 

“Well V-man! It was nice to see you again,” Jack said.

“Yes, it was a pleasure to see the both of you again. Hopefully we can meet again soon,” Vlad replied. 

“Of course, and hopefully there won’t be another fire alarm prank next time. Maybe we can spend a nice night together. You know just the four of us?” Maddie said. 

“Yes! We will have to goona double date next time. Won’t that be fun Vlad?” Desiree said. “Maybe next time you can visit us and we can take you to that restaurant we liked. The one with the deconstructed sushi with the gold flakes?” 

“That sounds amazing! Isn't it Jack?” Maddie said.

“What the heck is deconstructed sushi?” Jack stated. 

“Oh Jack, I’ll have to show you. It has to be one of the best things I have had in a while,” Vlad smoothed the mood over. “It was also nice to finally meet your children.” 

“Yes. It was great to get some advice for college and meet someone like Mr. Masters” Jazz said. 

“You don’t need to call me Mr. Masters, you can just call me uncle Vlad,” Vlad said. 

“Maybe someday Mr. Masters,” Jazz gracefully put it. 

“That is okay. Take your time,” Vlad then turned to Danny. 

Danny sighed “It was nice to meet you sir,” 

“It was nice to meet you to Daniel, I hope we can meet again soon. I see bright things in your future,” Vlad said. 

    His parents kept the conversation up with him before he was forced to go to his private Jet. Right before Vlad turned the corner to his gate, Danny could see his blood red eyes. 

. . . 

It was a few days before Danny could go back to school. The teachers and students had created a get better soon card for him and several students bombarded him with questions and well wishes, making it difficult for him to traverse the hallways. During Mr. Lancer's class he was handed another note, this time with a sticker of a bat pushed on it as a sort of seal. It had in it very set instructions to meet Sam in the library classroom. 

The library classroom was used for computer storage nowadays and was rarely used, but rumor had it that one could book the room. And for Sam it seemed it was possible. In the room were old mac desktops and boxes of floppy disks, all shoved in the corners collecting dust. The wallpaper here looked the same poisonous one, as the rest of the first floor. 

Tucker and Star were on a modern gaming laptop. He was clicking through documents showing her something. Danny assumed it had to be nerdy stuff that he wouldn’t understand. Across the room Sam was teaching Kwan self defense. She was holding a mat and having Kwan kick it at different heights. 

“Hey guys,” Danny said. 

“Danny!” Star rushed over and hugged him. “How are you feeling?”

“Ah, a little pain. The doctors say I can’t play a game for a month, but I should be back by the end of the season,” Danny closed the door behind him. 

“That’s good! At least you’re not dead,” Tucker said, still at his laptop. 

“So Danny,” Sam began, “Can you tell us what happened between you and Vlad?”

“Yeah, but it’s gonna be a long story so sit down.” 

. . .

    The school day came with a chaotic close with half the school body asking about Danny’s health and football ability. He was only able to get away by phasing through the boys bathroom and walking around the school. At the end of the sidewalk Paulina stood there with a sour look on her face. 

“Hey Paulina,” Danny said. He opened up to say something else but Paulina shaved a card into his chest. 

“I’m sorry!” Paulina said. 

“What?”

“I’m sorry for causing drama. I wanted you to ask me out and I got pissy when you asked Valerie out and I took my anger on you. I also didn’t mean to spill the punch. That was an accident!” The words spilled out of her mouth like a stream. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Paulina it’s okay,” Danny said. 

“No, I want to make sure I make it up to you. While you were in the hospital Dash and I talked and I don’t want to lose any of you as friends. So I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Paulina. I forgive you. Really I was never really mad at you.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.”

“Oh thank god.”

    A silence fell between them but not a heavy silence. It was one of understanding and forgiveness.  “Hey Danny, do you want to go to Nasty Burger with me? I’ll buy you an apology burger,” Paulina said. 

“Thank you, but I’ll have to take you up on that later. Right now I’m running late to see someone else,” Danny hopped on his bike. 

“Okay. Call me later?”

“Yeah! See ya later Paulina!” They waved goodbye to each other as he rode down the street. 

. . .

    Danny biked up the park path, his wheels crushing all the dead leaves below him. The brown and black leaves littered the ground like a thin blanket, tucking the earth in for a long sleep. Above him the trees were barren without a soul in sight. The songs of birds that he had heard only a month ago were replaced by the distance cries of crows. 

    He rode past the playground, the yellow caution tape now broken and flying in the wind and saw a small patch of sunlight on top of a hill. Valerie sat on a pale knitted blanket, her body covered in heavy coats and thick leggings. A bright red scarf hung around her neck like a medal. Her bright smile made a fire light up in his chest. She had gotten them some containers of soup and grilled cheese, each of the items fogging up their closed take out containers.  

    He huddled close to her taking in the scent of her sweet perfume and the warmth of her body as they watched the last autumn sunset fall below the city lights.

#Danny Phantom #end of the story #popular AU #jazz fenton #ghost powers #writing #write #fanfiction #fanfic #danny phantom fanfic

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Daoist Priest with Sugar Gourd - New Year's JZEU Series (13)

This figure is actually the last one (so far) in this fig maker's JZEU series. Hopefully we'll see more soon, since I have absolutely loved every single fig in this series.

The fig maker already did one version of Gong Jun's Daoist priest Dong Fang Yuechu from Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Yue Hong in Ink and Wash Daoist Priest - New Year's JZEU Series (6), but as with all these figs, the more the merrier. Especially since Yuechu has so many beautiful costumes.

The inspiration for this figure is this gorgeous number:

Look at that hair crown. Amazing. Here's another shot of it:

This guan is legitimately a crown crown, it's huge!

Look at him, he's so sweet looking, holding those tanghulu in his hand and the cute little wibbly smile.

Despite his very solid looking feet (more to come on that), this swirly-robed cutie sends to topple over. I tacked him down with a little bit of museum putty in order to take pics, but after that he went right on a standee.

His silver ribbons down the back of his head came a little bit squished together due to the packaging. I took a few pics before I washed* the figs before realizing the ribbon was too lopsided, so you'll see the ribbon moving in these pics!

*Yes, I wash the figs when I get them (I've seen a LOT of factory videos, and it's a surprisingly handiwork-intense process!) to get any factory dust or oil off them. I just turned the water a little bit warmer and re-shaped the ribbons.

Pre-wash!

Post-wash! I could have straightened out the ribbon a bit more but I was in a hurry.

I've since straightened out the ribbon on our right, but honestly I think it looks fine like this too. It doesn't have to be perfectly symmetrical! You can see a little bit of the museum putty down there by his feet, where I was holding him in place.

There's a lot of sunlight shining off his golden robes here, but they're really this pretty. This is a great angle to admire that incredible guan he's got going on there too.

That guan is officially Not Messing Around (tm). It's intensely decorative and stately and I am here for it.

Now this is the best view ever of the tanghulu! It's looking shiny-sugary-crisp and crunchy. I've never had tanghulu but I'm 100% ready to try one. This is a nice angle to see the movement on his waist tie too.

I know you've already seen the front picture but I just can't resist putting another one in the post. He's just so cute! His robes are swirly, his mouth is both sweetly uwu AND a bit pulled up to the side (for extra cuteness AND a bit of a rascally look!). His forehead mark is looking magical and his enormous beautiful eyes with the crescent moon are just fantastic. I love this fig so much, there's just something special to it, I don't know what it is.

No, I do know what it is, it's that the robes are swirly and his hair is in motion, and it reminds me a little of my phone lock screen that I'm absolutely crazy about:

I love this picture so much, I can't even tell you.

His feet are nice and wide - this should provide a wonderful stable base, which it doesn't quite do. However, it provides lots of real estate for the fig sticker to grip on, so I'll take it. Note that these wider than average feet are still really quite small! Also notice that he has a white stripe going up vertically on his boots...that's the first time I've ever seen that before. Little bit of style there, Yuechu!

This is actually a great angle to see all the layers in his sleeves and his robes. It also shows off the motion in his waist tie. Very nice.

I figured I'd show this angle from the back too. You can see this is one of the pics I took where his silver hair ribbon is still bent from the cross-continental voyage to me.

Ooh, his guan. What a magnificent piece of hair jewelry! This thing is not messing around. I can't wait to see it on the big screen. This is also a nice angle to see his forehead mark and the shiny sugar gleam of the tanghulu.

Another angle so you can see more of what's going on with this silversmith's masterpiece!

You'll notice that the fig maker's inspiration piece is Yuechu meditating vs actually standing and holding the tanghulu. Interesting! Yuechu canonically does love his sweets, so this rendition does make sense.

Yet another gorgeous piece of art on the box from this fig maker. I really, really hope she continues on in this series!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 326

Scene Count: 24

Rating: Magical!

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#gong jun #dong fang yuechu #jzeu #fox spirit matchmaker merch #fox spirit matchmaker #junzhe #word of honor cast #shl cast #figthusiast

[awriterintorment]

Inspired by gravity falls

(This is a Rough draft, i don’t know if I’ll finish it but please enjoy, feel free to give criticism or suggestions!) Her phone let out a small sound as the car passed the sign welcoming them into the small town, “Welcome to Star Fall!” The sign rusted and graffitied with one of the wooden legs looking quite thin and rotted, she sunk into the front seat as, ‘Game Over!’ flashed over her phone screen screen her father glancing over at her frowning a bit, “you know why we had to move June bug, I know you had to leave all your friends behind, but think about it this way! You can make even more friends! Explore new things! Try new food and such!” He gave an excited smile as he focused back on the road their little van stuttering a little as they went over a large pothole. “If the car stops in the middle of nowhere I’m heading back to Denver” she muttered turning off her phone and hooking it up to the unoccupied charger. They passed a few sprinkled outsider cabins of those who preferred to live alone, her eyes catching onto a home/shop with a giant sign labeled, “Monster shack!” and a tour bus with multiple foolish people filtering out. “Maybe I should check it out when we’re done unpacking” she thought as they began to enter the town passing by shops, restaurants, a library, a small museum and what looked to be a police station. They went through all of that going off onto beaten path their van rattling as it went over the uneven road it probably would take longer to walk on foot but in the car it took no time at all they came across a newly renovated two story farm house with a little barn on the side, “Sooo how you like it June?” Her father asked as he stopped right in front of it looking hopefully at his daughter, “it’s… not to bad” she murmured getting her phone unplugged and into her pocket opening up the door, making sure to unbuckle herself before hopping out. She stretched herself out as her father soon joined her, she heard him groan and his bones pop as he twisted and turned his body, “Sure hope we have a chiropractor around here we’re gonna need it after that trip” he commented as he opened the back of the van, “thankfully I paid extra to get the movers to unpack all our things for us! Though some things might be out of place, that and we have what we got in the van too” June went to help already grabbing a couple boxes to take to their new home. They arrived at the start of the day but by the time they had got everything out of the van, got them in their respective places and almost fully unpacked them the sun was beginning to go down and they both were more then hungry. “June bug, what do you say we go out in the town and have something to eat and a break” he called up to her as she placed on of their family portraits on the wall, it was when she went fishing with him one summer a stranger had kindly taken the photo for them she was holding up a fish twice her size one that nearly took her and her father off the dock. She smiled a tiny bit before going downstairs opting to slid down the railing stumbling a bit as she hopped off at the very end, “It’ll be fun! You might make some new friends, meet some people, try the local food and such!” He smiled at her as he went to the door digging his keys out of his pockets getting a simple nod in return as they went out the door and to the empty van covered in travel stickers, small dents and scratches. She glanced at their bikes sitting locked up to the porch as she stood by the passenger side door as her father fiddled with the fob trying to unlock it though that thankfully didn’t take long, once again they were in their van driving off though this time they were going simply just to get food and to get a break from the tedious work of unpacking their things. 

The ride was less quite then their last one, the radio had been turned onto the only station it had a static filled station with some elevator music, it changed from area to area but always had the same amount of static every time. They were slowed down now this time focused on looking at the sights, “Well look at that! There’s a mansion just on top of the hill! Can’t escape the rich huh?” Her father pointed to a large looming mansion that looked over the small town she could faintly see the a rather fancy limo heading up the hill. She just nodded a bit as she observed the small yet lively town the people there were odd to her, they talked to one another offered gifts, maybe even hugged on a rare occasion it was different then the city quite different, she almost dreaded the conversations she’d be forced to have and the needless information she’d have to hear honestly she’d rather spend her time exploring the surrounding forests. “Well! This looks like quite the place!” Her thoughts were drawn away by her Father as he slowed their van down on front of a packed diner, well as packed as a diner in a small town can get in the late evening the place was shabby almost like what you would expect a hole in the wall place would be. Yet it stood out there was not a single building quite close to it every side had parking spaces to spare and the road even split to go towards the place, “Let’s try this place June Bug!” She really didn’t feel like this was the smart option, “Is that a raccoon?” She thought as her eyes caught onto a rather fat raccoon squeezing out from what looked to be a doggy door slowly trodding off to what suspiciously looked to be the diner’s dumpster, she quickly looked at her Father who seemed to be none the wiser as he pulled in, “I’m going to die to a raccoon’s restaurant” she thought as the van let out a small squeal as it parked she was more then hesitant to exit the car but decided to try and have faith in her Father’s questionable food choices. Entering the diner it seemed a little homey like the places they had stopped by on their way here yet definitely needed repairs, “I didn’t see a food safety sign or is it somewhere else?” She looked around hoping that at least the kitchen would be out in the open for her to judge wether or not to even order anything yet it was blocked by the dreaded wall. The two were greeted by an older lady (well she looked older anyway) with a patch over one of her eyes, (to be continued)

#rough draft

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* you find a weird advertisement for ice cream in the dumpster

#spamton #spamton g. spamton #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #i love how this came out so much #dedicated to @friendlytroll for kickstarting this idea #i will hopefully have stickers of this soon smile