#it would be so interesting if Manny filled out one of these

[canaidliafail]

roommates

Abby x f!reader x ellie 🌿 2.1k words

listen idk what demon possessed me but I had to write about a threeway relationship with ellabs in a college AU. Its just random scenes of what it would be like and theres filth so MDI

CW: voyerism I think, jealousy and abby and ellie being unhinged over reader [ like srsl ] , established relationship, mentions of alcohol & dealer ellie. not proof read, will never be. Say a prayer and go ahead and read idk

“In a moment you're getting the shivers

'Cause I know the way you feel

My body gives you chills”

•••

In college, rumors went around fast. Everyone knew that Cindy from chem had relapsed for the third time that year, that Alexander had hooked up with every exchange student, that Abby was probably that richest kid in the entire campus and that Ellie was the hottest lesbian dealer that lived in dormitory B5.

That along with the fact that Abby, Ellie and you were roommates. Manny and Dina had, on different occasions tried to get a hold of you and fill you in on how hot the gossip on the three of you were but it just failed to entertain you enough to listen.

You didn’t give a fuck actually. You were so blissfully content with your reality that you weren’t interested in knowing what everyone else's half assed version sounded like. Your girlfriends though were different. Abby and Ellie had the inseparable dynamic of oil and water. They just did not get along but they did find common sense when it came to you and they had to know what was going on. Blind and deep in love they forgot how they themselves were a prize and considered most people who approached you a threat.

Abby vaguely remembered a rumor when you three first started going out after Jesse's birthday. Ellie was the supplier that night and the girl that came by your dorm to pick up the stuff caught you two making out in the hallway. Ellie was a bit more flustered to be caught like that while you just rolled your eyes as if she was the problem invading your public space and walked inside your room, though back then, the girl assumed you were staying over at Ellie’s place. In the span of a week,the whole art department knew that Ellie allegedly had a girlfriend. That was until someone interrupted the conversation

“Wait, is Ellie's girl the one in sculpture ?You know she has a lot of tattoos and talks with Nora a lot?”

“Yeah her!”

“Well than she has to be cheating on her cause I saw her In Anderson's car the other night and they were like,going at it”

So other than “that girl with tattoos in sculpture major” you were also “The one two timing Ellie and Abby”

Abby didn’t know how much of a hot topic she was. She knew people talked but not about her. She was cooking and ellie was smoking weed on the kitchen counter keeping her company when you barged in your dorm room.

“You have to hear this” You said excitedly and tossed your bag on the couch and your shoes all over the hallway which Abby being a clean freak knew would have to organize by herself later that evening. You run up to them in the kitchen and Ellie out of habit spread her legs to let you in her space for a kiss. Which you didn’t really give but instead you took her blunt and took one long good puff.

“So I was talking with my friends and apparently there’s this rumor going around that I am cheating on Ellie williams with Abby anderson”

Abby stilled her hand while working with the pan and the stir fry food and she turned to look at Ellie the same moment that she did. They came to a silent agreement to solve this issue which you found quite embarrassing to think over in the first place. You couldn’t take problems like these seriously and hell, who doesn’t have people talking shit behind their back ?

“Oh c'mon don’t tell me you are mad” You whined and abby turned around to cup your cheek,gently caressing you

“Doesn’t it bother you? That they are doing this?”

“It would but thats so much effort and like…oh my fucking god who caresssss” You drew out and left to go rest on the couch.

“Can’t you two just… make out the next time you are on campus or something ? That will solve things or whatever”

And they did. Not because you told them to, but at some point abby had to help Ellie’s scrawny ass carry some fresh wood planks to her working space in class to build a new canvas and before they parted ways she did kiss her on the lips, hard and long and then she left to attend her own lectures. The rumors didn’t die but people had a rough idea of what was going on now.

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Abby loved eating you out continuously and tirelessly. She would come to a pussydrunk state where she would lazily lap up at your pussy like she was starving and despite wanting to take the reins and be more commanding,her skill rendered you weak and helpless and a moaning mess, and when you were voiceless from the pleasure your soft sighs did the job for her. And that's when usually Ellie would come strapped up and take you right after Abby was finished devouring your puffy cunt.

Abby unbuckled her belt with a heavy clank once the metal clasp snapped open that signified it was your turn to please which had you licking your lips eager to taste her. Ellie pushed you on all fours and slapped your thighs as indication to spread them apart and got into position behind you admiring your ass for a good few seconds while Abby sat in front of you, legs spread and a cigarette in hand taunting you to go ahead.

You usually took your time,biting her freckled thighs and leaving a path of bruising bitemarks which had her groan in fake protest most of the time. You pressed your palms flat against her legs and moved your head closer to her cunt,your nose buried in the trimmed blonde hair as you licked a flat thick stripe that had Abby flinch in pleasure. Ellie took her moment to slowly slide in her new thick strap toy in you

“Abby prepared you so well for my cock, fuck look at it just sliding in”

Abby was loud, Ellie was vocal, and you loved the combination of the two in bed.

Abby would hold your hair up,a string of praises falling from her lips and ellie would lean in leaving kisses on your back as she thrusted her hips in a pace that fastened every minute enjoying how well you took her every time.

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You rarely left the apartment alone since your schedules matched with one of your girlfriends. However on the sparse occasion that you did, you always found yourself in trouble.

You stepped out of the room and were busy locking the door when you heard a girl behind you scoff. You turned to look at the unpleasant figure who hoarded the space and you smirked

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah how about you keep it down at night?”

She snapped, aiming to shame you. She wasn’t wrong. Last night was something else. When you and Abby dominated Ellie at the same time it usually ended up in the rest of the dormitory having a poor night. It was a bit homophobic in your opinion to only target you when there was Manny, one floor above you being just as rowdy with his girlfriend.

You smiled and leaned against the wall effectively walking into her personal space. She froze on the spot and looked up at you. You weren’t tall but you were tall enough to use it to your advantage at times like these

“Aren’t you the girl who tried to get into Ellies pants on Jesse's birthday?”

She frowned and quirked her mouth in disgust

“You are so delusional”

You looked into her eyes,down to her lips and then slowly fixed a crooked fold on her shoulder pads from her shirt

“Am I though? You pathetic cunt, if you came for a fight at least follow through” She tensed,lost and unsure on how to handle this situation when Abby walked out of the door and yanked you away from the girl like a wet cat, holding your arm in a way that it made it look like she only tried to get a hold of your backpack to slide it on her own shoulders. To you, it was a warning, to the stranger it seemed like a gesture of affection.

“Wait for me in my car. I'll drive you” she said and passed you her keys. You left, unbothered and entertained enough for the rest of the day. Abby however glared at the girl and stalked over, towering over her like a hawk in a much more aggressive manner than you did and she seemed to shrink in on herself

“If you talk to her again I'll make sure you end up on the streets. If you insult her, you might even have to retake the exams for a different college” she barked and left.

You were in Abby’s car and had turned the heater on and were already looking at what song to put on from the speakers. She sat on the driver's seat and grabbed your phone

“Hey!”

“What the fuck was that” she growled and you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the window

“I don’t get why you take everything so personally” You whispered and she carefully put a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You turned your head and she pulled you in for a kiss, her hand on the nape of your neck. She lingered there to keep you close and rubbed her thumb in a straight line against your spine,the soft gesture contradicting her stern tone

“You need to learn to apologize. That attitude was completely unprovoked”

“Didn’t you hear what she said?”

“I did and I expected you to handle it better than that”

You looked at each other and eventually you agreed and let out a small and curt sorry to show remorse which she half accepted as a first step to changing your actions. Abby, no matter how in the wrong you were, would always have your back in public and would only scold you when she knew you had privacy and were alone and that was something you loved about her.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around her neck and went to kiss her before moving down to her neck to leave new bitemarks near Ellie’s

“You are insatiable”

“You are hot when you are mad at me babygirl '' You teased and watched as Abby's cheeks took a new shade of pink.

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Abby and Ellie weren’t exactly opposite forces but they did not blend either, So when you had walked in on them making out on the couch with Abby on top of Ellie you had to take a photo silently stalking in from the corridor. You loved watching them please each other. There weren’t many times that you caught them in the midst of it but when you did you did everything within your power to stay silent and just enjoy the view. That was until your phone betrayed you with the shallow “click” that hinted at a photo being taken.

Abby pulled away first,lips a new hue of red trying to steady herself on the armrest while ellie took a moment to fix her tousled short hair.She looked at you and you never thought doe eyes could look so menacing and mischievous .

“Enjoying the show?”

You walked in and stood in front of the couch, arms crossed as you leaned against the wall

“Absolutely. Go on”

Ellie pulled abby back in for another kiss clearly to horny to entertain this conversation and sucked on her lower lip in need. She followed Ellie’s lead and pushed her lower on the cushions of the sofa moaning into the kiss. Ellie was a good kisser and she knew it, and just imagining how good abby felt had you sitting on the sofa across the couch and spreading your legs to make yourself comfortable knowing you would soon have to slide your hand in your pants to release the building tension in your stomach.

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Ellie and Abby got along as roommates but not as people. Ellie kept to herself and in their shared space which was the living room she only had a tray with her smoking gear and a bag of weed but otherwise she didn’t cram the space with any other items. Abby liked plants and Ellie found them to be a decent choice for decor and that was that. Dormitory B5 was known for having nicer and more spacious rooms. Abby was rich and Ellie’s side hustle made her comfortable enough. In the first two years of them living together they talked occasionally and they knew each other's friend group. They did bond once over their shitty ex’s and Abby appreciated Ellie’s seriousness when she came out to her confused and convinced that she was perhaps a lesbian. That was it though. In the second semester of their second year however you moved in. Abby told Ellie that if they didn’t like their new roommate she could easily pull a few strings to have you out but that was thrown out of the window once they saw you.

You took up all of their space, You had pottery items in Abby’s room when you wanted to show her something and eventually forget them there, and you had left your makeup on Ellies desk because you often sat there since, in your words “The sun coming from your window is so much better than mine”

The living room now was full of posters and you insisted on having to spend time together at least on Saturdays. You were comfortable and your comfort made them relax as well. Ellie of course knew what it was. She wanted you and she was head over heels for you and all of that was sealed when she came to your apartment after a shitty 3 hour art history lecture to find you making dinner for everyone. You also had a gift for her

“Remember how you told me about that comic ? So funny story, my friend actually was getting rid of his collection since he is moving out and I asked him to give them to me so here you go”

Ellie actually cried that night, moved by your gesture and when she saw you now all she heard in her mind was “wife wife wife”

But Ellie wasn’t the only one. Abby had magically shifted her entire schedule in a way that whenever you had a free day she had one as well and she would be in the apartment with you.

Abby had never felt lust like this before. If she couldn’t own the wind she wanted to at least tame it and dance with it for a while.

The two of them talked and somehow came to a mutual understanding that if you were to choose either of them they would be peaceful about it. Another silent agreement that they took however was to make sure you would end up with either of them and not someone else.

The first time it happened, all three of you were drunk out of your minds blasting music from the speakers and played a raunchy card game that Abby didn’t even remember if it existed in the first place. One thing led to another and suddenly you found yourself in your underwear only, fondling Ellies chest while nibbling on her neck and Abby pressed against your back, her hand under your panties fingering you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Just like you moving in and settling into their lives, a relationship between the three of you occurred just as naturally since you felt like the missing link that they needed to connect.

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Ellie was unhinged and she was aware of it and it was one of the things that she didn’t care to fix. not when Abby was a jock who flaunted her wealth and threatened with it and certainly not when she saw how aroused you were every time she brought her butterfly knife in the bedroom.

However she also knew that sometimes she took it too far.

She once overheard a guy in your major fawn over you in the most grotesque way, salivating over the fact that you wore a dress that accentuated your ass in all the right ways, and the low v front cut of the top showed your sternum tattoos in a “provocative way”

Ellie was no better than a man because she had noticed all those things herself which was why she ate you out in the elevator that morning and caused the entire building to believe that it was out of service for 36 minutes. However when Ellie thought of that it was different. So she leaned against the door and played with her knife, carrying them around campus under the excuse that she needed them to sharpen her coals for her artworks, even though she carried them for very different situations that she wasn’t shamed to admit that she made use of. She didn’t say anything but when they noticed her staring they did turn around to face her the same time that you were ready to leave. You walked up to her oblivious to the tension around her and went in for a small greeting peck that she turned into a french kiss with her hands on your ass pulling you closer. She lifted one hand to cradle your head and looked at the guy across the hall challenging him to continue his fruitless attempts to hit on you to which he just frowned and looked away confused and in disgust.

That night, when you were blissfully asleep on Abby’s chest she mentioned what happened to her in a tone that indicated that she planned on handling it herself. Ellie knew though, that if word of a situation like that reached Abby’s ears the guys would probably either end up kicked out of campus at best, hospitalised at worst.

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[cranberryjuice-posts]

Sarcastic lesbian! Man hating! Y/n if she was in tlou

Pairings - Abby X fem! reader, the Salt Lake City Crew X platonic reader

Tw - one of the comments makes a self harm joke

PT 1

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Manny - hey is that your gun?

Y/n - no, it’s someone else’s gun I just happen to have it and use it and it also happens to be the one I normally use

Manny- …

Y/n - OF COURSE ITS M—

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Leah - do you think there’s gonna be infected on this route

Y/n - were in the apocalypse, your gonna find infected outside!!

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Abby - *hands y/n a Package from issac*

Y/n - I don’t want this shit, where the hell is my knife I need to cut it so we can match.

Abby - ??

Y/n - get it cause I’ve cut mysel—- *pretends to look intrested in whatever Issac gave you ignoring Abby’s face* “all right all right

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Owen - *saying something stupid*

Y/n - hell.. is filled with people like you

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Y/n - *walks into Abby’s apartment*

Abby - ??

Y/n so apparently I’m fucking dramatic

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Owen- y/n what the fuck! You broke my nose

Y/n - *sighs* men are such babies

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Leah - *sees dead WLF members* OH MY GOD THEIR ALL DEAD!

Y/n - ARE THEY NOW?!

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Abby - we need a new plan for this route

Y/n - I—

Abby - a good plan

Y/n - damn..

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Owen - We’re being circled by infected!

Y/n - no we’re being squared — WE CAN SEE WERE BEING CIRCLED

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Some WLF member - *telling you about some club their making.* and I—

Y/n - *making a sarcastic interested face*

Some WLF member - your being sarcastic

Y/n - *nods and leaves*

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Mel - y/n you can’t say stuff like that to Owen

Y/n - ok but it was funny he got all in his feelings and took it to heart

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Y/n - right because I would rather hangout with Danny than you

Abby- oh..

Y/n - I DIDNT MEAN IT 😭😭

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Manny - *saying good bye to the group for a long assignment*

Y/n - right and if I say I’ll miss you do you promise not to come back

Manny - haha your funny

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Mel - I really think owens gonna change especially for the baby

Nora - of course he will

Y/n - oh bless your poor delusional heart

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Abby - *being pinned down by you* oh you think your Funny huh?

Y/n - nah i think I’m adorable

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Owen - someones Moody

Y/n - someone needs to fuck off

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Y/n - hey you were in my dream last night it was an—

Abby - no Nuh uh don’t freak me out

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Alice - *barks for a few minutes at you*

Y/n - .. I think I just got cussed out

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#lesbian #wlw #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #the last of us fanfiction #tlou #the Salt Lake City Crew #the last of us

[gilly-moon]

For the ask prompt:

Introducing them to their special interests/hyperfixations

And/or

Pure genuine laughter, because these two would go really well hand in hand I think!

~harley

I only now realized that I don't think I've ever done little one-off drabbles like this before, so it was harder than expected to keep it short! Super fun exercise in little character moments tho ♡

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Jack’s first mistake was mentioning he had only seen a handful of horror movies.

His second was letting Pitch sit him down for a marathon of his favorites.

They’d gone through the trouble of tracking down a local rec center, ensuring it was empty for the night before dragging out the old box TV on its cart and getting comfy on a couch that could’ve been older than the building itself. Pitch brought the movies, and Jack reluctantly brought himself.

He wasn’t a scaredy-cat, or so he’d insisted to Pitch. The few horror movies he’d seen might’ve caught him off guard with a jump scare or two, but he’d never left them scared.

Turns out he’d just been watching the wrong ones.

Really, he should’ve expected it. Why would he ever think that asking the King of Nightmares to show him some horror movies would be a breeze? A little gore, a little suspense, no big deal, right? Instead, he’d found himself halfway into a psychological hellscape of a movie and realized exactly what he’d gotten himself into.

When the credits rolled on the first film, Jack turned to Pitch with wide eyes and asked him flat-out if he’d been doused with Nightmare sand and if - pretty please - he could wake up now. Pitch just grinned evilly and stood up to put the next movie in. But then Jack made some throwaway comment about horror movies being gratuitous fear-fests, and something shifted in Pitch’s expression. Remote still in hand, he stood with his arms crossed and sternly said, “Now listen here, Frost,” before launching into a lecture about the complex and difficult art of instilling fear in an audience.

And the more Pitch talked, the more of Jack’s fear slipped away. So even after Pitch sank back onto the couch to start the movie and fear filled the air again, Jack scooted a little closer and found every opportunity to poke him with questions.

Without fail, Pitch always had an answer. He talked at length about when and where it was most effective to use violence or gore, how best to use a character’s fears against them, or the intent of a scene in creating psychological unease in both the protagonist and the audience. By the time the third film was playing, he began pointing things out unprompted, and had entirely forgotten that his initial intent was seemingly to watch Jack drown in his own fears.

Jack was utterly captivated. He’d never seen Pitch speak so passionately about anything, aside from the occasional rant about the Guardians and Manny. A scene that might’ve had Jack tucking into his sweatshirt and staying there til morning shifted from frightening to fascinating as Pitch broke down piece-by-piece how the film had foreshadowed everything without ever allowing the audience to suspect the horror to come.

Metallic eyes locked on the screen, Pitch didn’t seem to notice that Jack had been watching him instead of the movie by the time the last film was coming to an end. He was too busy rambling about the plot, rising from the couch to retrieve the disc.

“Humans are surprisingly adept at supplying inspiration for their own worst nightmares,” Pitch said, turning just so to make his irises gleam from the blue TV screen. “Though I prefer to think their inspirations are a product of my own meddling while they sleep. Don’t you?”

Jack blinked, considering the films they’d just watched and trying to imagine all their horrors coming directly from Pitch himself. It was a far easier task than he should’ve been comfortable with.

“I almost forgot for a sec there,” he said with a faint laugh, “you’re like…insane, insane. Like, cult leaders and torturers would be begging you for ideas if they could.”

Pitch raised an eyebrow, looking over Jack curiously from where he stood. “And yet you still choose to spend time with me.”

Jack shrugged, crossing his legs underneath him. “Look, I’m the fun Guardian, not the smart Guardian.”

And the laugh that escaped Pitch then made Jack light up like the moon. It was brief, but it was real. Jack could sense it, that pure sound that welled up in the tall shadow of a man and escaped him before it could be stopped. Jack reveled in it, and how rarely he heard that laugh unless it was darkened by cynicism or mischievous intent.

“Well, I appreciate you indulging me,” Pitch said after clearing his throat. He strode back to the couch, looming over Jack as the first beams of dawn began breaking through the curtain. “Though I must admit, I was hoping to taste more of your fears tonight. Shall I leave you with a Nightmare instead to remember me by?”

Jack shot to his knees, startling Pitch just enough for Jack to grip the front of his robe and successfully tug him down into a quick kiss.

“Not a chance in hell, Boogeyman,” he murmured against those scalding lips.

Before Pitch could recover, the winds where whisking Jack out the door, escaping from the shadows with a laugh.

#blackice #my writing

[mints-leaf]

A Bookstore Meet Cute: First date

Summary: Abby takes you out to dinner for your first date

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (modern au) 

Word count: 1,371 

A/N: This blurb can be read as part of my Bookstore mini series but I think it can also be read as a stand alone fic.  

•❅──✧❅✦❅✧──❅••❅──✧❅✦❅✧──❅••❅──✧❅✦❅✧──❅• 

Abby had overheard you talking to Joy about a restaurant that you wanted to check out called the Test Kitchen. After Abby got home from the book club meeting, she immediately called the restaurant and crossed her fingers that they would have an opening for Saturday night. Thankfully they did and Abby set in motion planning out the evening that you two would share. 

(side note: I think Abby would be a bit nervous when trying to figure out what to wear. After looking at pictures online she realized that this was a really trendy restaurant and Abby is used to dressing more on the casual side. Thankfully Manny and Nora swooped in to help, in the form of forcing Abby to put on a fashion show so they can decide what she should wear. While she groaned and moaned about it, she was able to put together an outfit that she thought looked nice thanks to her annoying friends.) 

Abby had told you that she would pick you up at 6:45 and as you watched the clock change you heard a soft knock on your door. 'Right on time’ you thought to yourself as you attempted to shake the nerves out of your arms before grabbing the doorknob. As you opened your door you were greeted by a smiling Abby and a bouquet of flowers.   

“Oh my gosh Abby,” you said with a small gasp as you reached out for the flowers, “these are beautiful, thank you so much!”  

“I'm glad you like them.” Abby said with her cute little smile (you know the one). 

You invited Abby in and while you grabbed a vase from your cabinets, she looked around your apartment. The room was filled with tons of mismatched colorful furniture but somehow it all seemed to work together. Books, plants, and little knick knacks were scattered all over the place in a sort of organized chaos. You apologized for the mess, but Abby assured you that she didn’t mind, it all seemed to fit you.   

After placing the flowers in a vase on your small dining table, you and Abby left your apartment, and she led you to her car. The drive to the restaurant didn’t last long and was mainly filled with you asking where you two were going and Abby insisting that it was a surprise. You were definitely surprised when she pulled up outside of the Test Kitchen and not so casually mentioned that she had overheard you and Joy talking about it at the last book club meeting. Your heart swelled as you realized that Abby had been listening to you and remembered.   

Once in the restaurant you two were seated at your table and you shared some idle chit chat while you looked over the menus. When you were getting ready for the date you realized that, while you and Abby had spent a lot of time together, most of your conversations revolved around books. You had worried that you two might not have enough in common and the date would end up being awkward.  

Your fears disappeared when, after placing your orders, Abby turned to you and started up a full conversation. You two talked about the usual things like your jobs, hobbies, and interests. You also found out that you two attended the same university at the same time but since your majors were so different you tended to stay on opposite sides of campus. Abby told you about her two best friends and mentioned a bit about their friend group while you also talked about some of your good friends. You two laughed and shared stories over your meal and it felt like time didn’t exist. You were caught up in your own little world until you heard shuffling and realized that you two were some of the last people there and the employees were trying to clean up for the night.   

You and Abby had a bit of an argument over who would pay (she won but you made her promise to let you pay for the next date) and after tipping the waitress Abby helped you out of your seat and led you out of the restaurant. Even though dinner had ended you were still hoping to spend more time with Abby but didn’t want to come off as clingy. Thankfully she was thinking along the same lines. 

“When I was looking this place up, I saw that there is a pretty nice bar just down the street. We could check it out if you’re up for it, but if not, I can take you home.”  

You were eager to agree and you two decided to walk since it was just a block away. The night was a bit windy and as Abby saw you shiver, she placed an arm around you.   

“Is this okay?” she asked, not wanting to cross any boundaries.  

“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled up at her and basked in her warmth (I just know she’s like a human furnace).

When you made it to the entrance Abby held the door open for you and you stepped into a beautiful old building. You two made your way to the bar and you ordered your favorite drink while Abby got a mocktail since she would be driving (so responsible).   

After getting your drinks you two made your way up to the second level in search of a quiet space to talk. Abby found a secluded table and you carried on with your conversation from dinner. After a while you start to feel yourself getting tired and try to brush it off but when you yawn Abby notices.  

“Am I boring you that much?” she asks sarcastically.  

“…well now that you mention it.” You play along and give her an exaggerated face. You two share a laugh and Abby suggests that she take you home. You try to tell her that you’re fine, but you’re cut off by another yawn and a stern look from Abby.  

The ride back to your apartment is filled with a comfortable silence and Abby walks you up to your apartment. “I had a really great time tonight Abby. Maybe we could do this again?” You ask her after you fish your keys out of your purse and lean against your door jam.  

“I had a great time too,” Abby agrees, “and I would really like it if we could do this again.”  

You see her eyes dart down to your lips and that’s all you need to lean up and kiss her. What was intended to be a simple kiss turns heated as your hands slide from her shoulders to the back of her neck, and she pulls you in by your waist and backs you into your door. Eventually you two have to break apart for air and you stare into her dilated eyes, no doubt in your mind that yours look the same. “Do you want to come inside?” you ask through little huffs as you try to catch your breath.   

At this question you can feel Abby stiffen under your touch, and you immediately regret asking. Before you can tell her to forget it, she responds. “Trust me I want to, and I really like you y/n, but” you mentally brace yourself as Abby tries to find the right words. “I don’t want us to rush into things too quickly. Would it be okay if we take it slow?” she asks, a bit worried that you might not be okay with her request.

You’re relieved that she hadn’t changed her mind about you and eagerly nod in reassurance. “We can absolutely take things slow. Let’s just see where this takes us, yeah?”  

Abby gives you a smile and places one last kiss on your lips before wishing you a good night. You reciprocate and watch her make her way to the elevator with a goofy smile on your face. As the elevator doors close you make your way into your apartment and as soon as you walk in your eyes are drawn to the flowers that Abby had brought you. You let out an excited squeal, hopeful and ready to see where things would go from here.

#abby anderson #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson hcs #abby anderson fic

[kayetra-spade-queen]

Because @drawnfamiliarfaces got me into their AU rabbit hole of a variant version of the Teen Heroes™, I hope they don't mind of me making my own variant (I'm self-conscious, please excuse me-).

First and foremost, I can't draw, at least not to the extent of completely fleshing out a sketch out of my ass (ok- I can, but only a single eye, and even then it looks like shit to me-). I can draw clothing better than making a full body to make a fake scene.

Second, it'll probably be more on writing than making fanarts.

Third, I didn't watch the majority of the other characters' respective shows. I watched Danny Phantom a bit because of Nicktoons, and Ben 10 because of the same person who got me into starting this whole thing. I'll probably get my own snips and bits of necessary info from the wiki, but don't expect any accuracy, and I'd appreciate if anyone could dump some info that could prove to be very necessary for me.

Fourth, this is an entire AU itself, so I'm mostly not gonna follow canon at most. There will be stories I will try to twist to my liking.

Fifth, ships. Yes, but bear with me here; thanks to my overconsumption of media, I will be putting just a few ships that I think are neat, but if anyone disagrees with me or didn't like how I didn't mention a ship they like (cuz I barely knew shit about the characters), then please just either move away from my blog, or block me entirely to avoid unwanted conflict. We all have our interests that make us happy, the least you could do is to respect and/or completely don't interact.

Sixth, the clothing are gonna filled with my own personal headcanons, mostly their clothing when they battle (the characters themselves too, but I'm gonna focus more on the clothes because I'm a fashion illustrator). Danny, Ben, and Randy are gonna wear heels because yes.

The ships involved;

Tigerghost (Manny Rivera from El Tigre x Danny Fenton from Danny Phantom) (I completely blame izbubbles for this one)

Benrex (Rex Salazar from Generator Rex x Ben Tennyson from Ben 10) (surprised? Probably not lmfao-)

Jimmytimmy (Timmy Turner x Jimmy Neutron) (first and foremost; no, none of the Nicktoons (Jimmy, Timmy, SpongeBob, and Manny) except Danny and Jenny are part of this team. Danny and Jenny still go on missions with the NU team because duh. And second; they're only here as some sort of filler and cuz I really love Nicktoons since most of them I have watched)

Headcanons involved (will get expanded in due time I swear-);

Trans Danny

Anodite Ben (still wields the Omnitrix. His anodite powers are pink too)

Dani and Dan are Danny's kids (under a different name because they have to go through a re-birth process that I'll touch upon later)

Ben's necrofriggian children now comes to earth to live with their mom (like I said, I'm not following canon)

Randy is still ninja, but because this AU involves a 3rd power/skill, I'll have to twist a bit of the canon my way, especially when it comes to the Ultimate Lesson and memory wipe

There will be some Genshin Impact references here and there, because I do play them, and I love it-

Ghost King Danny (by extent, Ghost Princess Dani and Ghost Prince Dan)

Fashion designer Ben (his sassy and confident nature could be more of a use tbh)

Primal Iudex Randy (he and Furina would get along nicely-)

Pearl Keeper Jake

Side gig magician Rex (leave me be, I think it's neat-)

Engaged Rex and Ben (all of the members are adults over 20, so don't be surprised)

Sandra Tennyson is French, so that makes Ben half-French by heritage

Ben and Randy are pen pals turned close friends by the time Ben moved to France (yes, I made Randy somewhat French here for this reason, but I'll have to put in more details later)

Rex won't lose his memories, but he'll get short-term amnesia often, which just need something to trigger the old memories back

Everyone is under the same universe

Danny's ghost team are Sam-Tucker-Valerie-Jazz and his parents (Valerie deserves better than what was given to her by canon)

Yes, Maddie and Jack knew Danny became a ghost from the very start, but they didn't treat him any differently than he was before; if anything, they felt guilty that their son had paid the price for their ignorance and neglect

Phantom Planet do not exist, and it shouldn't have been to begin with, but whatever

Valerie had always been part of Danny's gang. In terms of Shades of Gray, I'll have to change a lot of things, that includes her father's job (he didn't get fired), so I have other things in mind regarding Cujo

Cujo became Danny's pet dog later on, cuz you can't tell me these two aren't made for each other

Members from oldest to youngest, I do hope @drawnfamiliarfaces wouldn't mind me using their headcanon as well (eldest Kim, youngest Randy). I think they're really neat.

Please keep in mind that none of this follow canon whatsoever, they follow my headcanons and versions. Character backstories are written purely by my own personal headcanons too. I'll probably add actual canon when I didn't have anything good to offer, but this is what I could put for now.

#kim possible #my life as a teenage robot #danny phantom #american dragon jake long #the life and times of juniper lee #generator rex #secret saturdays #ben 10 #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #kayetraspadequeen #Shades of Prisms

[therentyoupay]

18. "You look lost." for jelsa ??? :3c

from this askbox meme!

"On the contrary," she says, slotting a hand over one cocked hip, sending shimmering fractals of reflected light across the inner walls of the glacier. "I live here."

Jack blinks. "Okay. So... Am I lost?"

The look of mild antagonism in her eyes disappears, and the judgmental slant of her brow softens into something more perplexed and curious than defensive. Jack twists his staff behind his back with a flick of his wrist—partly to seem unarmed but mostly to fill the silence.

"Are you?" the woman in white asks, her gaze narrowing at his bare feet on the ice. Concern curves into the lines of her mouth, her brows. "How did you get in here?"

Jack wasn't sure how well 'Oh! I was just flying around and passed through this funny-looking cloud and found this super cool glacier in the middle of the sea and decided to poke around!' would, no pun intended, fly.

"I don't know," he shrugs, sloooowly making his way closer to where she stands in the center of the cavern. He is careful not to watch her directly, and instead makes a show of looking up and around and admiring the giant slabs of ancient ice—he can feel the Old Power in them, kind of similar to how Manny feels—but out of the corner of his eye, he can see that she still stiffens up, wary of his not-so-subtle encroaching. Her shoulders, he notices, are bare. He tightens his grip on his staff, behind his back. "How do people usually get in here?"

"They don't."

Interesting. "How did you get in here?"

She doesn't answer him, which isn't a surprise at this point. "You aren't wearing any shoes," she observes, a question mark hanging in the freezing air of the chamber.

Jack knows he should try to be polite—has actually been working really hard on it, thank you very much—but he can't resist just a tiny bit of cheek. "I'm not," he agrees, and to emphasize his point, he takes another step closer to her with a cheerful glint in his eyes. He crosses both hands behind his back to clutch his staff behind him—relaxed, but ready.

You're like me, Jack knows, but not?

The woman in white's gaze travels over his hoodie, his old pants, his messy hair. It lingers on the drawstring cords at his collar: on the frost that lingers there. Her gaze snaps to his like an accusation. Like a wish.

"You're like me," she says, "but not."

Jack feels the magic in the walls, threaded into the frozen veins of this ancient labyrinth of secrets. Some instinct inside compels him to slowly reach out a hand and twist the molecules of air above his palm into sparkling diamonds of swirling snow, delicate and fragile: he watches her as she watches, transfixed, as his snowflakes dissolve into the air and become a part of the very fabric of the cavern that contains them, forever with the memory of this moment. Her eyes widen, and her fists clench.

Interesting.

"I don't think I'm lost," Jack says, slowly, like he might to a skittish deer; he knows, in this moment, that she has never met anyone like herself, either. I think we were supposed to find each other, he knows, but does not say.

The woman in white considers him. Raises her delicate palm aloft. Jack swallows. Now who's the deer?

Watches as, from the fabric of time and space above her palm, she pulls forth a wave of Old Magic so powerfully condensed that Jack nearly stumbles back—only catches himself at the last moment, as his staff drops to his side, at the ready—and the woman in white's Old Magic coalesces into a tiny flake of glimmering ice and snow. She briefly closes her eyes, and warmth suffuses the flake, dissolving it exquisitely into nothing but memory, and leaving the air of the cavern alive and singing.

The woman in white looks him in the eye; he'd gotten rather too close when he'd thought he was being sneaky, and now it's hard to meet the blue of her gaze. But he does.

"I don't think you're lost, either," she whispers. She glances at his hands.

Jack swallows. The air in the cavern surrounding them feels alive. He feels like he could do anything; when her gaze returns to his, he knows it. For whatever reason—we are supposed to find each other.

Slowly, through the heavy invisible energy sending sharp shocks of electricity over his skin, Jack Frost reaches out his hand to the woman in white, and waits for her to take it.

→ on ao3

#cnidariandreams #therentyoupay ask #therentyoupay fic #jelsa #therentyoupay drabbles #LIV SEE WE JUST YEET THE FICS OUT INTO THE UNIVERSE ---- YEET THEM DRABBLES #YEET AWAY ---

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 35: Harvestfest Revelations

A disheartened Luigi and Noemi were already headed back downstairs when they heard Hunter calling them all to dinner.

Peachy had let him do the honors, grateful for the help with the meal that year. It was his first Harvestfest without Jack and the holiday had always been one of their favorites. He had so many fond memories of cooking all the classic dishes with his love, and he’d been quite dreading doing it alone.

Peachy had brought over the old card table for extra seating, and Hunter was happy for an excuse not to have to sit and attempt small talk with his parents during the feast. He knew they’d want to know all about his “studies” and there was nothing to tell them other than the truth.

Luigi was equally happy to have Noemi and Kiana sitting on the other side of the room. He wasn’t sure if he’d have been able to act normal while sharing a table with his great aunt and the girl they both loved.

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After the meal Valentina invited everyone to watch a movie. Hunter gave Luigi a meaningful look and stopped his parents before they got settled, asking them to come join him upstairs in his room as he had something important he wanted to talk to them about.

Manny looked suspicious as Luigi trailed behind them, settling quietly in the corner. He wasn’t going to step on Hunter’s reveal unless he was needed.

Figuring the best course of action was simply to rip off the Band-Aid Hunter got straight to the point and explained about dropping out of college.

His father exploded – screaming and waving his arms around angrily. How could Hunter throw his life away like this!? Manny had set him on the path to success and he’d chosen to reject all the advantages he’d been given. He was on his own now and good luck, he was going to need it!

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When Luigi saw Hunter turn his face away, completely stunned and unable to respond, he knew what he had to do.

He ripped into Manny just as loudly as the older sim had yelled at his boy, telling him he wasn’t much of a parent if he couldn’t support his child in his life choices. Manny fired back that Luigi had no idea what he was talking about. This was a family matter and Luigi had no right to get involved. In fact, he was sure Luigi’s terrible influence had a hand in this – in school to play videogames for a living…! He should never have let Hunter live here!

Turning to Toni, who had been quiet throughout the exchange, he told her they were leaving and stormed out, shooting one final glare Luigi’s direction.

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Once his parents were gone Hunter collapsed onto his bed. When Luigi came over to check on him, he told him he just wanted to be alone for awhile.

Luigi said he’d let everyone know Hunter was resting and wouldn’t be coming back down. After his cousin promised to come find him if he needed anything Luigi left to play host for the remainder of the uneventful visit, before heading to e-sports practice once their guests departed.

That night Luigi filled Papa Jack in on everything, including the sad twist that had ended things with his latest love interest. He imagined how Peachy would respond if he found out about Noemi and knew that no amount of shock or disappointment would make him reject his son like Uncle Manny had.

He then settled into bed sad that his romance had crashed and burned but grateful for the unwavering love and support of his family.

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View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

#sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims4 #sims 4 nsb #sims 4 not so berry #sims4nsbstraud #sims 4 let's play #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 lets play

[pbandjesse]

Today was mostly a good day. But I still struggled and I still really just wanted to be home.

I slept weird. I had some very very intense dreams about the end of the world. I woke up kind of in distress. Like it was fine. But I was just feeling kind of weird. I just hugged James for a little and tried to be okay.

My original planned outfit did not work out but I liked the outfit I ended up with better anyway. I actually felt really cute. That helped a lot with my mood.

I left here a little late but it was fine. My phone still wouldn't stay connected to the car and that made me really frustrated. James thinks we need a new cord. I hope that's the issue because it is really annoying.

When I got to camp I stopped at low ropes to set everything up. And I was not having fun. My hands were so cold. I struggled to get the ropes in place. I struggled to move the ladder. But I took my time and I got everything together and went to the office.

I was not interested in my breakfast. Manny would come in right after me and we ended up just sitting and talking. And then Nick came in to and it was his birthday today! And he told us all about the trip he took to London last week. And we all talkrd about travel and stuff and it was fun.

Soon everyone else was coming in and this was Manny's first feild trip so I tried to fill him in on how we ran then. Picking the groups up at the lodge and the schedule and such. And after filling Alexi in on the day (Elizabeth was stuck in traffic) we would walk over to the lodge.

Sarah already had the space set up. So we were just chilling and waiting for the bus. But then Nick, who was waiting down by the bears, called up on the walkie that the bus is refusing to drive up the hill??? So weird.

We Elizabeth and Manny went back to the office to walk the group over. And I waited there with Sarah. And then all of a sudden a second bus pulled up to the lodge. What. Alright. I directed them inside and it was all good.

And for the majority of the day today was excellent. Just stellar kids and it was so fun. This was not all of today though.

I walked the group to the low ropes course and I went through the safety rules and they did a really good job. We had laughs and some tumbles but no one got seriously hurt. And the group was so good and we were able to be chill enough that we could go see the horses.

And the horses were cooperating and 5 of them came over for pets. Sarah would bring her group over too which was perfect because we were swapping groups for the second program.

We would have to keep asking the kids to stop shrieking at the horses but besides that they were being good and gentle. Stormy knocked me in the head with his snoot. Which was very funny and Bo let me give him a hug. Love going to see the horses.

Second group did excellent. We had some students that needed support but everyone was being really nice and taking turns and I was just having a great time.

Lunch was fine. I would walk the group half way and stopped at the office to have my food. And it was a nice little break but I was all of a sudden really really tired.

This was not helped my the afternoon groups. Who were really really tough. The group directly after lunch wasn't to bad but I had to speak really strongly to a girl who was arguing with someone over the lines and I was not happy because it wss unsafe. And she was not happy being spoken to about it but she got over it by the end. And everyone was able to get through all the elements.

The main issue was my last group. They were horrible to me, to each other, to the space. The langue was horrible. Like I don't even really care about some curing but they were saying some just really cruel or sexual things. But it was all slang so I don't think the teachers knew and if I acknowledge it they act like I'm disgusting for knowing. And this group was being crazy physical. I had to legit break up 3 different fights! And the teacher did nothing. I was trying to get the teacher to engage or help and she was just like. What do you want me to do? It's a big group? And I just had to tell her hey the group is really struggling to share and she was like yeah. What? I finally had to just say none of the other groups, who were the exact same size, didn't struggle like this and it's really concerning.

But she was not helping. So I gave up. And I called the program 20 minutes early.

I walked them all around camp to waste the time before it was time for them to go.

We walked to frog hallow and around the fort, down through woodlands, and over to the pioneer village. The one little girl stood next to me and we chatted. She was the calmest in the group. I was not thrilled to hear some of the boys talk down the few who said they really enjoyed the day by continuously saying how stupid this trip was and how boring and not worth it. And I just wanted to turn around and tell them how they would have had such a better day so they weren't horrible to each other. They ruined their own day.

I dropped them off at the lodge and went back to the office. And I had to tell Elizabeth and Heather how terrible that one group was. And apparently I was not alone. Everyone else echoed how bad that one group was and how the teacher just did not engage. Elizabeth let us know they wanted to do half size groups which would have been great but we don't have 8 staff members right now. Honestly I think we should cap our trips at 60 but the chances of that is really low.

It was after 3 by the time I had caught my breath. Sarah and Manny already took low ropes down and I really appreciated that. I would print some stuff for tomorrow and check in about some things before I went over to help at the lodge.

I would clean the bathrooms and hang out for a few minutes. But I would go back to the office when I wasn't able to be helpful anymore.

When I got back over there I would talk to Alexi about things to collect and print for the consultant meeting tomorrow. And Nick would give me one of his birthday cupcakes. And things were good. And it was time for me to go.

I decided to go to Wegmans to look for body wash and get pizza for dinner. I looked at other food but nothing seemed good. And they did not have the body wash I wanted. Ah well. I got my pizza and ate it while stuck in traffic on the drive home.

When I got back here I wanted to sit down. I didn't want to do anything. But I would collect all my materials for my workshop. And I would collect some of our travel stuff in our suitcases. And would make a drawing for James about changing the layout of their furniture in their office to make it a better use of the space. We will see how that goes.

After that I would feed all the animals. And get on the couch to read and hang out for the next couple hours. And that's where I am now. Waiting for James to get home.

I am going to wash my hair tonight and hopefully sleep easier. And tomorrow should be a chill morning, then a meeting all afternoon, and then in the evening I have my printmaking workshop! Amazing. I'm really excited about that.

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. And take care of yourself. I love you all. Goodnight

[manor-tea-time]

A basket of bread, cloud berries and some cheese and spices for each individual.

You're not entirely sure who it's from, or where it came from. But attached to each basket has a small note attached to it.

"Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. May you enjoy your festivities and traditions with those you care and love for. Be it family or friends. I sincerely wish you all the best. Good fortune to your matches as well."

~ ?

The merriment for the season seems to have already spread to the residents, a festive glow filling their otherwise cluttered tea room. Carols are sung as seasons greetings are exchanged over small handmade gifts and sweets. The hope of a bright new year warming each of their hearts like the fire within the crackling fireplace.

Confusion echoed throughout the room as they tried to narrow down who might of sent the gift, but eventually they all seemed to have deemed it up to most likely be from one of the strange masked visitors they’d receive from time to time.

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Ivy ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ  :

“What a sweet gesture! I wish we were able to send something in return, I’d very much like to send my well wishes in return.” Ivy muttered to herself as she read the card, studying the envelope and basket for any signs of the sender. Eventually giving up in favour of trying one of the cloud berries.

“Oh my!” She blinked in surprise, holding a hand up to cover her mouth as she spoke. “They taste like raspberries - but much more sharp.” The costume maker soon took another to happily snack upon.

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Wayne (-⊕ ζ ⊕-) <  :

“This is very thoughtful. I’m glad I’m able to celebrate with so many kind people… It makes the possibility of a bright new year feel all the more possible.” A small smile formed on the lampsmith’s face. A flicker of hope and joy passing over them as they spoke.

“I should probably save some of this to share with some of the others later.” He noted as he began to eat bits of the cheese and bread. After the costume maker’s reaction to the taste of the berries, he was quite curious if he could ask someone to help him make it into jam.

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LeRoy 🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ  :

“Thank you very much my mysterious friend! My best wishes extend to you as well.” He said as he merrily tasted the bits of cheese and bread. Only pausing as he tried to figure out the kind of berries sent.

“Cloud Berries?” He hesitated. Those were fairly rare weren’t they? He’d never thought he’d get a chance to see one, let alone try one! The Park Ranger let out a happy hum as he began to eat a few. How exciting this all was!

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Delilah Ⴑ(‘❁◡❁’)Ⴑ :

“What a peach!” Delilah said, adjusting a paper crown adorning their head before continuing with looking at the rest of the basket. Perking up at the sight of the berries and spices. “I bet I could make an interesting punch with these! That would be fun to drink in between projects.”

She paused, listening to a few ghostly whispers before speaking once more. “It’s always comforting to have nice company by your side. I hope we can all keep this merriment into the new year. It’ll be rather depressing if not!”

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Pip (◼⊗_⊗’)/*

“Oooo!” Pip excitedly looked through the basket, nibbling at a little bit of everything as he discovered each item. “I’m not sure who sent this, but I hope you are doing well too. Good luck and fun activities this time of year with the people you’re close to are a life saver. Especially after rough tests in school…”

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Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,)  :

“You all are always so sweet. If you’re not careful I might start to pinch your cheeks huhuhu~!” Miss Manni lightly teased as she read the card over a few times. She did have to admit, this holiday season was quite a bit more festive than the ones she’d participated in prior. She quite liked it.

“I’m quite excited to use these gifts. Perhaps I’ll make a jam!” She clapped her hands together. “It’ll be perfect with this bread I’d think. And perfect to share with friends during these colder months.”

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Eleanor (´⬬_⬬`) < :

“I will try baking this year.” Eleanor decided as she found the spices within the box. It would be fun to actually bring things to her new friends. Especially with the mysterious berries that this mysterious stranger had given them.

As for the food, well, she and Edward Rattington had already eaten a good portion of it in between the evening’s idle chatter. “Happy Holidays new friend, I hope you experience the same good fortune and joy you wish to spread.”

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Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\ :

“Has it honestly been a year already? How awfully unproductive of me..” The shadow mused, the sound of a mimicked yawn escaping them as they lounged by the fireplace. A lazy smile replacing their often unsettling one. The dim fire light was the most comfortable, nothing too bright. “I ought to step it up this year.”

The shadow flipped the card back and forth a few times before shuffling through the goodies within the basket. Puncturing a few of the berries with a claw, lazily eating them mid thought. “May your year be plentiful as long as you keep your life a glow.”

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Bonus:

Later that night, a basket full of trinkets for the mysterious sender can be found! Complete with a ribbon decorated lamp, fuzzy mittens, multiple holiday cookies and snacks, a small stained glass decoration, and a warm blanket can be found!

Happy Holidays and may your New Year be bright!

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#idv oc ask blog #idv askblog #idv ocs #identity v #oc #“key-master” #the lampsmith #the costume maker #the living mannequin #the automaton #The Shadowed Man #the “hero” #The Glass Artist #Anon Visits #this is a long one lol

[midnight-echoes]

Here are some incorrect quotes with NickToons. Enjoy.

Timmy: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Jimmy: Technically a mix of green and blue. Timmy: So blurple. Jimmy: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Timmy: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Jimmy: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

SpongeBob: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three. SpongeBob: One... two... three. Patrick: ... SpongeBob: ... SpongeBob: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered* Zim: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer? Mikey: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine. Rudy: What about Guano? Nobody ever suspects Guano! Guano: Well what about Danny? Danny: Zim has a knife. Zim: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! (stabs Rudy in the arm)

Bessie: What do you call disobeying the law? Other NickToons: A hobby. Bessie: *crosses her arms* Other NickToons: That we do not engage in.

(Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation) Fanboy: How do you eat pickles? Chum Chum: What do you mean? Fanboy: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes. Chum Chum: Yeah, that's why you use a fork. Fanboy: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean. Chum Chum: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work. Fanboy: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl. Chum Chum: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing. Fanboy: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug. Chum Chum: Nods in agreement Kyle: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS! Fanboy: Jeez, okay. Chum Chum: Quit yelling at us already.

Guano: What the hell were you thinking? Sheen: I heard releasing birds at a wedding is romantic! Guano: You released OSTRICHES!

Lincoln: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into- Ronnie Anne: You sleep with a stuffed rabbit. Lincoln: He’s my SECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

SpongeBob & Patrick: accidentally set the kitchen on fire SpongeBob: We need an adult! Patrick: SpongeBob, you are an adult! SpongeBob: We need an adultier adult! Get Danny!

(Timmy recording whilst Frida and Manny are arguing) Frida: HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO! Timmy: wheezes like a tea kettle Manny, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab her. Frida: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? Manny: It's my favorite movi- Frida: SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, MANNY! Manny: I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y- Frida: GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

Arnold: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Lincoln: wHat? Arnold: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Lincoln: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

Doug: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body. Ronnie Anne: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot. Doug: That's not how it works…? Bessie: Hmm… I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free… not sure where you're getting your facts from…

Olly: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Saraline: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Olly: Not when you’re playing with Ansi, it’s not. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Pelswick: What did you two do? SpongeBob: Timmy: Pelswick: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

Pelswick: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? Sheen: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔 Jenny: Why were you microwaving a lemon??? Sheen: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Danny: Did you burn an orange too? How??? Sheen: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

SpongeBob: Where's Fanboy? Timmy: Don't worry, I'll find him. Timmy, shouting: Chum Chum sucks! Fanboy, distantly: Chum Chum is the best person ever! Fuck you! Timmy: Found him.

Jimmy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK! Timmy: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Kidnapper: We have your child Bessie: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich? Bessie: Oh god, you have SpongeBob.

Cat: Dog… Dog: Oh no, 'Dog' in B flat. Dog: You're disappointed.

GIR: honk. Zim: WHAT. GIR: HONK. Zim: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Timmy: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Patrick will and will not eat. Danny: Grass? Yes! Timmy: Moss? Yes!! Danny: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Timmy: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Danny: Worms? Sometimes! Timmy: Rocks? Usually nah. Danny: Twigs? Usually! Timmy: Jimmy's cooking? Inconclusive! SpongeBob: How did you… test this? Timmy: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it. SpongeBob: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Jimmy: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Kyle: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. Fanboy: Hey, Kyle. Kyle: GODDAMNIT!

Guano: Mikey, please calm down. Mikey: I asked for two large fries! Mikey: *dumps fries onto table* Mikey: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

Ansi, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles. Olly: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake- Saraline, under her breath: Don’t say Jortles. Olly: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

SpongeBob: Guys… the principal just called— Jimmy: It was Timmy! Timmy: It was Dib! Dib: It was Zim! Zim: It was I ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM

Snap: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve. Arnold: I think you mean cards. Rudy: He did not. Snap, pulling out knives: I did not.

Miko: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. SpongeBob: What's wrong with you?? Miko: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention. Five: No, he means other than that. Miko: Ohhhhhh. Miko: I haven't slept in 4 days.

Jenny: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment…at all? Timmy: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

Snap: I’m quick at math. Rudy: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? Snap: 24. Rudy: That wasn’t even close. Snap: But it was quick.

SpongeBob: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt? Danny: Danny: Why are you eating dirt? SpongeBob: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

Dib, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Gaz, my own sister, for telling me SpongeBob was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

*Sheen falls over* Chum Chum: Sheen! Are you alright? Sheen: Is that you, God? Chum Chum: What? Sheen: It's just, you sound a lot more like Chum Chum than I expected.

Timmy: So… what’s goin’ on? Arnold: You want the long version or the short version? Timmy, hesitantly: The short one, I guess? Arnold: Shit’s fucked. Timmy: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

Dib: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Mikey: Several traffic violations. Chum Chum: Three counts of resisting arrest. Fanboy: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Guano: Also, that’s not our car.

#incorrect quotes #nicktoons #spongebob squarepants #fairly oddparents #the adventures of jimmy neutron: boy genius #danny phantom #invader zim #catdog #hey arnold #my life as a teenage robot #el tigre #kappa mikey #pelswick #chalkzone #the mighty b #fanboy and chum chum #the loud house #the casagrandes #welcome to the wayne #glitch techs #yea im still alive

[calif0rnia-lovers]

Back again with questions. Only it’s about Mayans…as I said before I never returned after the s3 finale. I have bolded the questions because it somehow turned into a rant post as well.

1. Was Manny Montana being brought to Mayans worth it? OR was his addition a tactic to garner more attention back to the show?

With him being freed up from Good Girls, I keep thinking they brought Manny in because they know he can play someone who can fit into an outlaw role (ie Rio), but can also a lovable soft side (ie Johnny T). Ya’ll know I follow Manny from fan base to fan base, and love to see my guy booked & busy. But I’d hate to pick Mayans back up to find they’ve shoveled in a temporary character to avoid developing the old. My guess is he’s from the charter that showed up at the end of S3. So his character is probably just to fill in for S4 to distract us from the poor writing of S3. Probably won’t make it pass a season, kinda like how they used the prospect character for a bit and tossed him away in S3.

2. Do they ever focus on Miguel being Felipe’s child???

That storyline alone could have saved Mayans. I think Elgin could learn from “less is more.” I liked SOA and definitely noticed its faults BUT….You know our boy Kurt would have cut out all the extra “mini-shocking” storylines like Angel being a hoe (and disrespecting his momma’s memory by giving her ring to Nails), Coco’s trip to Meth Mountain (when he could have just been a father to Letty and adopt Mini), Ez and Gabby (Sutter would’ve had Ez pining for Em with them sharing some long lost love stares across town like Jax and Tara in S1), and Bishop’s dead son (I’m sorry but they could have used that screen time to develop Bish into a bad ass Prez. That “bad ass Prez” was implied when I just wanted to see Bishop fuck shit up). Used ALL that wasted screen time to develop Miguel into the central character opposite of Ez. How would this simple tactic develop a far more interesting plot than what we were served in S3? Miguel be the father of Adelita’s baby. Fuel source #1 to the fire in the ultimate brother show down. Angel has a reason to hate Miguel. Fuel source #2 to the ultimate brother show down? Miguel fathering another woman’s child…easy plug to push Emily back into Ez’s arms. Which would have given enough ammo to push the original premise of this being a battle between brothers….Fuel source #3 Miguel wouldn’t have chickened out of killing Emily. He would have had Miguel drown her. Not saying this because I don’t like her character. Just saying that Sutter knew one thing “less is more.” It takes a simple act to tip a characters motives and the plot. Prime example: Opie being killed lit a fire under Jax’s ass and started pushing him toward’s the main goal of Jax dying. If they had taken that route they could have easily killed two birds with one stone. Miguel would have finally “crossed the line” separating him from his father. They made big deal saying he wanted to be different from his dad, but in the next scene show he was a lot like the man he was running from. With Emily being dead Ez would have a motivation in the Miguel and Ez tension they pushed the entire first season, only to randomly leave it at the end of S1. My guess is instead, Elgin has Gabby killed because she was Ez’s love interest when I stopped the show. But if he did I as a viewer wouldn’t buy that as enough for Ez to tip like Jax did. He knew Gabby for what…a year??

3. Lastly, did Hank get away from Nails?

Male show runners love an age gap. I’m still salty they didn’t just give Miguel someone his age instead of someone as young as Emily. Danny Pino deserved better. I don’t know why they gave Hank that weak storyline of falling for a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. They should have given him an old lady his age. If you want to know what I miss about SOA…all the old heads had old ladies their age. Some Gemma’s and Luann’s would have sprinkled in our weekly spice of drama. You caught a glimpse of it with the shitstorms Dita was able to stir when she was alive. We needed some legit old ladies to save this plot man

4. Am I the only one who feels we were pitched an entirely different show than what we got?

I hate when shows deviate from the original plan. I came to Mayans the second I saw they added Danny Pino. Seeing him play detectives half his career let me know he was going to serve as Galindo (and he did all of season 1). Can’t believe this Danny Pino opportunity was wasted like that. I came for the deadly Galindo Cartel and poor writing served a half baked drug king pin and a MC that can’t get shit done because they spend all their time focusing on personal shit instead of securing the bag. For an MC that strives solely on the Galindo transactions, I didn’t see a brick of coke more than twice the entire three seasons I watched. Elgin tried to turn the Mayans plot into something poetic. Sir. People don’t watch shows like SOA for half baked poetry. We want you to stick to the outlaw shit. That other stuff?

#My guy should’ve learned from narcos #narcos was successful because they focused on the drugs not that other stuff #mayans mc

[tavvattales]

Amanita Virosa

A Dendro Fatui Harbinger

Artist

Name: Amanita Virosa

Age: Uknown

Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them

Weapon: The Destroying Angel-polearm

Vision: Dendro

Elemental Skill: Like lethal poison, his polearm is ingrained with Dendro for 30 seconds based on his max attack

Elemental Burst: Surrounding the battlefield, he releases a poison circle that drains the health of the enemies inside the circle- transferring it to restore the health of party members, also based on his max attack.

Story:

Heralding from an ancient noble family from Khaenri'ah rumoring to dabble in ancient Alchemy, he had a prosperous and loving upbringing. Being heavily coddled as the only son and successor to his family's throne and prevailing highly intelligent, he studied under the best tutor his family could buy. Unfortunately for them, he was quick to bore and grew restless as he matured. Nobody suspected that he would cause death and destruction to his family, though one thing always struck his tutor as odd- Amanita always spoke about how he was "Becoming insane."

Voice lines

Hello: I suppose I'll introduce myself; I am royalty, after all, so you should know. My name is Amanita, but it's not like I care about what you think of me. Okay, maybe I do a little. Feel free to call me Manny.

Chat I: Hmm, maybe I should test out this poison next. Or maybe this one?

Chat II: I'm feeling restless. I have a need for destruction.

Chat III: Would you look at that? See this right there? This is a part of the Amanita family, extremely poisonous. Just like me, wouldn't you think?

When it rains: Ooohh~ haha, would you look at that? Perfect weather to go gallivanting in a while, wreaking havoc. Are you coming or not?

When thunder strikes: When the weather is this angry, it gets me all excited.

When it snows: Tsk, I'm not too fond of this weather. Here! I guess you can take my jacket, but I'm not going to apologize if it smells like blood.

When the Sun is out: After the rain and the sun come out, it's the perfect time to find mushrooms. Let's go.

When it's windy: Yes! Blow away my tiny spores~

When the wind is blowing: I hope the mushrooms I spread aren't getting destroyed.

Good morning: Morning already? I barely slept a wink.

Good afternoon: It's still not nighttime? What a shame.

Good evening: The sun is starting to set. How exciting~

Good night: I can feel the moon pulling me to do utterly horrible things. What a time to be alive. It looks like it'll be another sleepless night for me.

About Amanita: Mushrooms

Mushrooms are positively fascinating. There are so many different variants. Some you can eat; others will kill you. Those are my favorite. Did you know there are even ones that can take control of your body like a parasite? Mmm, how delightful~! Just thinking about it fills me with fervor~

About Amanita: Family

My family? I haven't had a single thought about them until you brought it up. You see, I was the one who destroyed them. They we just too dreary for my liking and I needed excitement in my life.

About Us: What's that? Your brother/sister? Of course, I know him/her, Khaenri'ah is my home region after all, but you better think again if you think I will tell you about it. Isn't that the point of this game joyful game of cat and mouse~?

About the Vision: This thing? Oh, hahaha~ I'm still surprised I was even bestowed on. It always gives me a warm tingling when I use it, isn't that simply divine~?

Something to share: You see these two mushrooms? They look almost identical, but one you can eat. This one? Will get you very si- or maybe it was this one. Hmmm. . .

Interesting things: I'm immune to most poisons. I've trained myself to go through the worst of them. I quite enjoy the feelings I get when I ingest one I shouldn't~

About Scaramouche: Ugh. I hate this guy. That's it. I just hate him. No. I refuse to talk about him so stop asking.

About Dottore: What a delightful fellow. I quite enjoy watching his experiments squirm. It's very gratifying. Occasionally he'll let me help him and allow me to participate in his expirements.

About Lavender: That tiny bunny? She has no idea I have her brother wrapped around my little finger. I can't wait to see her face when I take her brother away from her.

About Rose: My finest specimen yet~! You see, I killed his parents and he's been hunting for me since. Jokes on him, though. He's working for me~ Hahaha!

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Elemental Skill I: Grow my cute mushroom~

Elemental Skill II: Let the spores spread!

Elemental Skill III: Do you feel their poison~?

Elemental Burst I: Take effect!

Elemental Burst II: Yes~ I smell the death upon you.

Elemental Burst III: Bathe in the poison~ !

Opening chests I: Drats. I thought this was a trap. What a shame.

Opening chests II: I suppose this is good enough.

Opening chests III: Here. I found this. I don't need it. Take it off my hands, will you?

Low HP I: I refuse to let you defeat me.

Low HP II: Impossible! How could this be?

Low HP III: Pull yourself together and grow stronger!

Fallen I: It's over already? What a boring way to go.

Fallen II: I can't believe this, tsk.

Fallen III: Hahahahahaaa yes~ the time has come.

Light hit taken: I quite enjoy that~

Heavy hit taken: Hng. That's all you have? Pity.

Joining party I: Are you coming or what? I don't have the time to wait for you.

Joining party II: This is just a temporary situation.

Joining party III: Ugh. You again?

#rebby's oc #genshin impact #genshin impact fandom #genshin impact oc #genshin oc #amanita my beloved

[soranihimawari]

Ice Cream & Dates

A timeskip!Oikawa story & time stamp

Word Count: 1.4K

Pairing: oikawa tooru x reader

[06:20]

An alarm goes off in a one story house somewhere in an Argentine suburb. The sun filters through the blinds, cascading down your clothed back. The person who you share this bed with admires your slumbering figure. On the small end table, a photo of him picking you up after winning a medal match where despite his sweaty figure, you’re crying with smiles your faces. You were wearing the white, gold, and sky blue jersey of his with shorts and your hair is scrunched in his hands as if to ground him in the moment; sure dating an Olympic medalist was not in the cards for you when you were in your mid-twenties, yet here you are, barely awake when he kisses you before going on his morning run.

The man you saw on the sand volleyball court tossing to a shorter kid was handsome, strikingly so, tall enough to block out the sun if need be, brown hair that looked like the best milk chocolate to match his tenacious eyes, and his laugh when he skidded on the sand was filled with joy.

“Volleyball is fun!” He exclaims, apparently it was something he must have forgotten over the years.

Later in the afternoon, the same young man may have noticed you kept looking in his direction from the ice cream stand your uncle runs. You straighten your posture after you put away another tub of neopolitan flavored ice cream in the cooler behind the small stand. Your cousin runs the register while you wash your hands in the back. What you don’t know is your cousin speaks to the volleyball player from earlier, this time with a bit of a sunkissed color to his cheeks.

“¡Hola! ¿Qué te gustaría pedir?”

Your cousin has a killer smile as they explain which flavors make them famous among the locals. Rounding the corner, you have a towel strung up on your shoulder, a messy bun resting atop your head,

“Manny! ¿Con quién hablas?…” your eyes land on the customer across the counter from the register and you bashfully return to your post next to the opened display tubs. He winks at you and your cousin has the audacity to mention your current relationship status to the athlete, who after you give him his double scoop cone, says he’ll be seeing you around. The player leaves behind some cash for the tip jar as you realize you’re going to scold your cousin for spilling the beans.

Family dinner that night was going to be an interesting one. After all, the chisme was apparently hot since your cousin was able to sneak a photo of you handing the ice cream cone to the stranger. Your mother laughs, mentioning you both look like you’re slightly embarrassed he came to see you at work:

“Pero es guapo, hija. Te lo daré.”

Every three or four days, on the beach courts, Oikawa Tooru finds you opening the umbrellas next to the tables by the ice cream stand. Today was particularly hot, so when Oikawa and his teammates decide to take a post-conditioning practice swim in the water, he makes it a point to take off his shirt when you turn around on the sidewalk to face the part of the sand court they were using. Curiosity never really did you any good because once again, your cousin, Manny, who still man’s the register tells you the volleyball player is waving at you (again). You had the misfortunate timing to glance up and see a much fairer (now almost tanned completely) and toned athlete chuckle when you nearly trip over a bench. Manny laughs at you when you tell him to shut up because who would have thought underneath that ‘Supreme’ shirt of his, the volleyball player was stupidly sculpted like a statue?

“Incredible,” you speak to yourself because you chose to acknowledge him. Avoiding him was a task you couldn’t do, since being as shamelessly forward as he is, You already know a few things: he is from Miyagi, Japan; his name sounds like Okinawa (and you give him a nickname to remember him); he is a talented setter; his Spanish is adorable especially when he tries to pronounce your name (it improves over time); and one day he’s going to attend the Olympics. All admirable goals you tell him, so when it’s your turn to speak during one of these ice cream breaks, you inform him you help at the ice cream stand mostly on days you don’t attend university; you are studying architecture and art history; a life goal of yours is to see the country where your great grandparents met (France); and if he’s up for a tutoring session, you will help him improve his Spanish. At this, he blinks before returning to a neutral smug grin mentioning how you’re going to fall for him in a week.

“Creó que estás loco, Oiks,” you chortle.

He waves his hand over your shoulder as his teammates call out to him, saying he still thinks you’re wrong.

And boy do you hate him because he was right.

Two dates in and the next thing you know you’re holding his hand in a city square. Dressed casually in a loose button down and slacks, Oikawa follows you as you jog toward the square, your hair flies behind you (as does the knee length jersey dress behind you).

A live band is playing songs he recently learned are classics and though you lead him at first, he gets the hang of dancing with you. Oikawa is a man of many talents you observe as he pulls you a bit closer, making you laugh at something he whispers in your ear. Looking over his shoulder, you see a young girl no older than five pouting after asking you if she could dance with the pretty prince. You mention to him it’s ok to dance with her because she seemed like she waited long enough. He nods, kissing your knuckles before bowing to the young girl. Watching him from the fountain, you notice a few more unique qualities he holds: he is exceptionally great with kids, a fast learner, and he owns a kind heart. The girl laughs at a funny face he makes and you lean against the cobblestone of the fountain.

You subconscious starts to scold you because as charming as Oikawa is, you can’t let him know that within those two dinner dates, you started getting butterflies in your stomach whenever he was near. However, he must have known as he walks you back home to your apartment just outside the capital.

Lingering against your door, Oikawa still has your hand in his; with your opposite hand, you gently brush the spare strands away from his eyes. He closes his eyes, a strained breath is exhaled as you feel him turn into your touch. This causes you to smile a bit to yourself because this practical stranger who you’ve known for a little under a month is slowly starting to change your perspective on love. You’re standing on your toes almost nose to nose with him as your lips brush over his bidding him goodnight and he feels the smile on your face as of sensing this was enough. Nodding when he hears you unlock your door, he lets you go.

The door clicks behind you, grinning more and more the moment you brought your palms to your flustered cheeks. Oikawa leans his head against your door, somewhat knocking and on good faith, you open your door unsurprised when he wraps an arm around you, and for what it’s worth, he chooses to kiss you goodnight. You rest your forehead against his, raising both hands to cup his face. Orbs as brown as toasted hazelnuts observe the way you smile effortlessly easy afterwards. An apology on your lips for teasing him, but he pecks it away, amused he was right all along. Oikawa tells you to dream of him before he takes his leave and before he gets an answer. Oikawa Tooru walks quickly to the staircase down the hall, chewing his bottom lip as he’s slowly realizing perhaps Argentina houses a new passion of his.

So, when his alarm goes off, Oikawa Tooru now twenty-nine and almost retired due to jumper’s knee, now makes a final stop on his morning jog to the jeweler, he picks up a box to surprise you with. And knowing you, now just about as old as he is, you’d wake up next to him, curious about the gift he says he has for you.

Halfway around the world, three phones are notified with photos of the two you, in bed, a jeweled hand hides the kiss you share with your fiancé.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #sora scribbles 2022

[midnight---hollow]

I think it’s really interesting how owl house plays with death. I’ve been thinking about flapjack and the concept of them getting revived and I honestly don’t think they will, since one of the shows themes is about death grief and legacy. I just want to throw my two cents into the mix with how we see this play out multiple times in the show

First we have manny, a character we only see in photos but has been there since the start. He was from what we can assume to be, kind hearted funny a goofball and geek. he had such a big role in the story since without him luz wouldn’t be who she is, he taught luz to be herself and to enjoy the things she does. He is the one that gave her the good witch azura books which played such a big role to her as a source of comfort and a special interest. The so many parts of the story happen because of how luz was shaped and while we will never meet him and he will never return we know so much of him and he is so important.

Caleb is literally the catalyst to to everything that happened in the owl house just cus he wanted to be a witches babygirl. The entire story is shaped by him from both the villains and the main characters. He is in everything in the story. His death probably drove Philip into more delusions and into believing he was in the right, who while this was entirely his fault was still stricken by grief and disparity that he continued to create dozens of clones in his likeness to fill that hole in his heart. He is probably most very likely a claw thorn ancestor and it is very likely that he is part of why palismen now look more like human animals. We see him in luz as a human finding acceptance in a world of witches, and in his own literal clones that have each spread their own legacies after death and hunter who is still carving his spot in history. Again another character who will never come back but what they leave behind remains

Of course there is the literally land they are walking on that is known as the Titian. I don’t completely know/understand their history with the collector but it will probably be explained in eps 2 and or 3 but being a god like figure and the ground everyone walks on as well as the face of the villains propaganda (I speak to the Titian ass buffoonery)

I would also like to mention the golden guard before hunter. While not nearly as much is known about them as everyone else I’ve Mentioned they still played a big role on Darius and hunter. They where Darius’s mentor and if I had to make assumptions probably shaped how people viewed hunter. The coven head all probably worked with or at least was on terms with the gg and seeing how Darius talked about him he probably was very respectable since they where seen as a strong witch. We know that Darius’s past with the gg led to his neglect/distaste from hunter, I wouldn’t be surprised if this happened to the other officials in the coven. Most likely not to that extent but it would probably be souring to see a once respectable coven spot that was above your own get taken by a child that is related to the emperor (Darius speaks as if there was no family ties between the emperor and past gg while it seems to be common knowledge to the coven higher ups that hunter is related to belos) 

Throughout the story we see character that play important roles to the story and pave the way for said story. This is a story that has some of its most important characters having been killed off multiple years before the story even begins. It’s a story that shows us death is permanent but side effects of our actions are always prevalent. While I wish flapjack didn’t die and really wish they where still here I think it wouldn’t fit with the story to revive them. While the thought of revival seems good on paper, for it to be canon hunter will have to stoop to Philips level and chase after the fleeting image of someone while ignoring what they left behind and while I’m all for an arc like that (love me some favorite character suffrage) we don’t have time for that in two episodes so I personally don’t think it’s gonna happen (also if it where to happen it would probably end with again the reminder of death being permanent and that no matter how we want it to be they will never come back). They are dead and we and the characters have to live with that and learn to move on. We don’t know what legacy flapjack will leave but we do know that whatever path they do carve will be one that will probably make us all smile sadly at our tv screens

Ps this isn’t me saying the reincarnation idea is bad, again I love it and wish it would make sense in canon. The fics about it make me smile and feel happy way more then they should. I’m just saying why I don’t think it will happen in canon because of themes and such :p

#midnight rants #owl house #the owl house #toh #//I’m not tagging any character lol I brought up to many lol #//just letting out my thoughts on the subject since I was thinking about it a lot #toh spoilers #toh season 3 #toh s3 #//ah sorry I forgot to tag spoilers 😰

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Drew Reyes is based on Dopey from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. He is a 33 year old human, jewelry store employee, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers. Drew is portrayed by Manny Jacinto and he is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

It's not the Drew doesn't have a lot to say, he's just learned he isn't the most eloquent person around. Sometimes, more often than not, it's hard for him to put into words how he's feeling or what he's thinking, instead relying on what he does to get his points across. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Since he was a kid, Drew has always found a butterfly outside a window or a tune trapped in his head way more intriguing than a lesson or a lecture which led a lot of people to think he wasn't all that intelligent. He found it was easier to let them think that than to try and explain how wrong they were and the ones who could see past to something deeper within him were the people he wanted around anyway. His whole life, Drew tended to choose what some would deem the immature route, the choices that led to less responsibility and more time to enjoy frolicking and relaxing. Drama wasn't something the man had ever been interested in and maybe he chose to be ignorant in most instances but so what? Who around here was stressed out and who was enjoying themselves? Evermore wasn't something that Drew could ever had expected and, while he could remember a few things from his life before waking up in town, not much was standing out. But honestly...he wasn't all that bothered about this new situation. It was a little insane especially since a lot of his friends didn't seem to remember anything at all but Drew was good at going with the flow and Evermore was no different. It took a little bit for him to find a routine, things to fill his days but once that happened, it was like nothing had changed. He woke up, went to work with jewels as he had before and went home at the end of each day. He spent time with his friends, time filled with antics and joy, not minding at all that there was something possibly nefarious going on as long as it wasn't directly his problem. Drew knew people were trying to find a way out, even if none of them talked to him about it, but he watched - he observed and one day, if someone asked, maybe he'd be able to help...as long as he'd be able to pay attention to the task long enough.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Elsa Munster: Elsa is someone that Drew can relate to, quieter but extremely intelligent. Okay, he isn't as smart as she is but he feels smarter just being in her presence ❀ Lorenzo 'Lotso' Galves: He reminds Drew of Doc a lot but there's something a little off about him that he can't quite put his finger on...so he's not going to worry about it! ❀ Anita Dearly: Anita makes almost everything her business and as someone who tends to stay out of things without even meaning to, Drew is convinced everything she says is important

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#manny jacinto #snow white and the seven dwarfs #disney rp #town rp #open bio #no powers #open male #male bio

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"What Manny Can't Fix" Review: Chapters 28 and 29

Welcome back and welcome again to my review of "What Manny Can't Fix", a Handy Manny fanfic that- dare I say it- is just not very good.

Last time, we saw Carrie discover that Iron Grip was missing on the day of their wedding, and Iron Grip escape from the Pet Store Of Doom. Now today,- I can't believe I'm writing this this soon- we'll be wrapping up Part 2 of "What Manny Can't Fix".

(And as always, if you'd like to start this review series from the beginning, Chapter 1 is here.)

Chapter 28

Iron Grip slowly opened his eyes to a teenager with a blue screwdriver sitting on his shoulder.

So Manny is a teenager now? Interesting time skip.

"I uh...I...I'm…." 

".... You're rusty." The screwdriver finished.

"Turner!" The teenager scolded 

"What, he is!"

“I don’t care! One more outburst like that and you’re banned from Pet Parrot Position!”

Iron Grip shivered anxiously. "I...I just….I...I don't…."

The teenager knelt down and gently stroked Iron Grip's cheek. "Hey, it's okay….Are you alone?"

Too anxious to speak, he just nodded.

"You can stay with us if you want." He replied, softly.

Once again, he’s inviting some random stranger to come live in his house. I’m sure //checks notes, and sees at this point in the story’s timeline Manny would probably be living with Abuelito// his grandpa would be thrilled.

Iron Grip's eyes lit up. "R-really?"

"Of course." He said, picking him up. 

Iron Grip felt a feeling of warmth fill his body. It was like a calming presence fell over him. 

The power of a Canon Purity Sue!

When he looked over at Turner, the mood completely shifted. He could sense a cold, untrusting, feeling coming from him.

The screwdriver leaned closer to the teenager, eyeing Iron Grip with narrowed eyes.

Finally Turner spoke again, "He's still rusted." 

"Turner…." He warned again before looking back at the monkey wrench. "I can get you cleaned up when we get home."

"H...home?" Iron Grip squeaked out.

"Yeah, home. You know, the place you live?" Turner replied.

Iron Grip avoided eye contact and looked at the sidewalk. 

The teenager stroked Iron Grip's head in comfort. "Don't mind Turner, he….he's just a little grumpy, sometimes."

Turner glared a bit, but decided not to say anything.

"I'm Manny. What's your name?" 

Iron Grip looked up to make eye contact with Manny, but instead he met Turner's cold glare.

All he could focus on was what Turner had said to him.

" You're rusty."

"......Rusty….." He said, dryly.

Ooookay. It’s not like this random, out-of-nowhere name change would be roughly equivalent to a human character renaming themselves Eczema or something!

"Rusty?" Manny asked.

"What an appropriate name." Turner muttered under his breath.

The Monkey Wrench  cringed slightly before looking At Manny again. After a moment of thought, he nodded slightly. "Y..yeah...Rusty…"

Random capital letters and a double space? Wow, writer, you’ve outdone yourself!

As Manny headed back to the house, Rusty calmed down in his gentle grip.

When they got inside, Manny grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a rag. He placed Rusty into the bucket and started scrubbing him.

Ah yes. He got all rusted by getting wet, so clearly the way to remove the rust is with more water! Gee, I didn’t know rust in the Handy Manny universe followed “TV amnesia” logic.

Although the rag was old and rugged, Rusty could only feel calm. As the rust was scrubbed off, he relaxed into the tub of water.

I’m not sure what’s worse- that the author tried tautologically to describe a rag as “ragged”, or that they then misspelled “ragged” as “rugged”.

It was almost like the past was being scraped away. For a moment he wasn't thinking about Carrie, Wisp or the garage. His mind was only focused on the warm water swirling around him.

Manny pulled him out of the water and dried him off. Rusty snuggled into the towel, feeling warm and safe.

"There we go." Manny said, placing him in front of a handheld mirror. "Well, what do you think?"

Rusty clenched his eyes shut, afraid to look at himself. I can't look...I'm hideous! I know I'm going to look ugly! I...I can't do this…...I...I…

"Well, are you going to open your eyes or not?" Turner asked.

….No...I...I have to do this...I need to...move on ..

Slowly, Rusty opened his eyes and faced the mirror. To his surprise, he wasn't covered in rust anymore.

Wow, how shocking. Manny cleaned the rust off him, and now he’s not rusty anymore. What a plot twist.

However, instead of his silver finish, he was now stained a bright orange.

I don’t actually know this conclusively, but the instincts imbued in me by my chemist father are screaming “BS”.

Hey….I don't look that bad….

He looked over at Manny and smiled softly, his eyes filling with tears. "Thanks Manny." 

"No problem." He said with a small smile, picking him up. "Welcome home, Rusty."

You’d think that, with Rusty now having his “home” with Manny, Part 2 would be over. 

Unfortunately, you would be wrong.

Chapter 29

Carrie hadn't left the toolbox since the day she was left at the altar.

I’m pleasantly surprised that the author bothered to follow up on this loose end, although unfortunately all this part actually does is make Rusty seem even more like a heartless jerk than he already does.

She laid there, her veil still on her head, breath unsteady.

Worried, Shock checked on her often.

"Hey, Carrie….How are you feeling?" She asked softly. 

Gee, it’s not like the answer is so blatantly obvious that that question shouldn’t even need asking…

Carrie glanced at her before looking back at the bottom of the box again.

"Do you need some company?" She asked. "Or do you want to be alone?"

Carrie reached out and held onto her, signaling she wanted her to stay.

Reached out with… what? Toolikinesis?

Shock snuggled against her side and sat there with her. "I'm here...I'm here for you...it's okay….it's okay…."

Carrie lifted her head and looked at her with tear stained eyes, a small smile managing to form on her face.

"The...thank you…" She choked out, her voice was hoarse and low.

That’s technically accurate to the phonetics of someone stuttering “Th-thank you”, but somehow it still seems… wrong.

"Of course." Shock said, pulling her closer. "I'll always be here for you."

Unlike Iron Grip…. Carrie thought, laying closer.

"Anne wants to know if you want to work today or not." Shock said 

Carrie sniffled and shook her head.

"It's okay…" Shock said. "She said you can take your time…."  

Carrie laid down again, disassociating. Her whole world was a blur, there's no way she could work like this.  

Carrie closed her eyes again and leaned against Shock, falling into another long nap.

At that moment, the radio of Anne’s latest repair job -some kind of bizarre limo with horns as a hood ornament and a paint job that straddled the line between yellow and beige- unexpectedly burst to life and began to play, at a volume that made Carrie jolt upright and Shock jump several inches into the air, a strange rock song which neither of them- nor Anne, nor Wisp- had ever heard before.

“Once took a Texan to a wedding

Once took a Texan to a wedding

But he kept forgetting

His loneliness letting

His thoughts turn to home and we turned.

I took a man to-”

Then the radio powered off, as abruptly as it had switched on.

(Man, I’ve been wanting to do that joke for as long as I’ve known that Part 2 had a runaway groom plot.)

(Oh, and my review of the beginning of Part 3 has now been posted!)

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