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abilouwrites · 7 months

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THE MOVE IN

Jamie Drysdale

Mah lil pookie wookie

“And you’re sure they’d be all right with me staying with you for the month?” I ask nervously as Jamie smoothly shifts gears and toggles the clutch. My apartment had grown a water leak and a mold infestation because of that leak so I’d been forced to move out. While my parents live in California; they aren’t stationed in Anaheim but in San Francisco. Almost a 12 hour drive away.

I’d offered to rent out a hotel room but Jamie hearing of my dilemma and being my boyfriend was nearly upset at the fact I was going to a hotel before asking to stay with him, “I’m sure; the guys love you. And they all understand that situation. Least from what they’ve told me” he looks at me and smiles before turning his attention back to the road.

“I just don’t want to encroach on guy time” I admit, I hear him sigh gently and move his hand to pat my thigh before going back to keeping his hand on the stick.

We pull up to his shared home with a few of the guys on the team, those who weren’t living with their girlfriends or wives. Jamie takes my bags from the trunk of the car, “Jesus how do you have so much stuff” he grunts; he sees my concerned expression and immediately cuts in with, "no oh sweet thing I'm joking" He looks at me sympathetically and drops my bags gently so he can wrap me into a soft kiss.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I help him carry my things into his room, “ah Drysdales wife is here” Trevor teases as he steps out of the kitchen.

I smile softly at him and wrap him into a soft hug, “I brought my recipe book if y’all want me to make waffles” I tell him and he excitedly grins at me.

“Jams whatcha eatinn” Trevor asks as he leans on Jamie’s shoulder; he bats his eyes at him. Obviously asking for a bite of whatever his friend was eating for a late home packed brunch.

“Oh uh. Y/n made me some blueberry waffles.. you want?” Jamie guiltily offers half of his waffle to his friend who easily scarfs the half down. Trevor’s eyes widen and he nods in approval.

“You need to marry her. And have a lot of babies. Mostly. Wife her up because if you don’t. I will” Trevor says; almost instantaneously. Jamie simply stares at him, almost astonished at Trevor’s confession.

“Trev— I’ve only been dating her for maybe a uh year?”

“Marriage”

“If Jamie doesnt marry you. I will” Trevor admits winking at Jamie.

The weeks pass as they always do, it’s weird waking up to someone else. Jamie’s arms wrap around my waist his thumb toying with the band of my panties. Somehow it’s so comforting being able to wake up next to him. I roll onto his stomach throughout the night. His hands go from resting on my butt to sliding underneath my tank top and resting on my shoulder blades.

“G’mornin” I’m the first to rise and Jamie always rolls over tucking his head against my chest, my hands slide up and tangle themselves into his thick brown hair.

“I don’t wanna wake up” He groans wrapping himself around me and anchoring me down into the plush bedding.

“I know baby, but I promised the team I would make breakfast for everyone. You can sleep a bit more” I tell him wiggling out from underneath him but still tucking him back into bed and placing a kiss onto his forehead.

It’s about ten in the morning when the boys and their significant others start arriving. The house fills with chatter and the clinking of utensils as I serve the eggs and bacon and pancakes.

Jamie comes down, rubbing his eyes and quickly finding me flipping the pancakes in the pan. He groans softly resting his head on my shoulder and sliding up behind me and rubbing my stomach underneath my shirt, “I can’t sleep without you” he whispers in my ear.

“You want some coffee?” I offer him my little mug.

“Yeah” He sighs against my skin taking my mug and drinking it, “I’m gonna go see the guys”

About a month later my apartment is ready but Jamie’s being weird about me moving back in, “somethings going on” I fish around as I start packing my things back up

“I guess” he shrugs reaching for my hand, “Instead of going back to your apartment.. what if. We buy a house, or an apartment. And officially move in together” he asks

“Really?”

“Yeah. I wanna marry you. Not right now but eventually”

“Seriously?”

“Yes”

🎉🎉

#hockey #nhl #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale x reader #jamiedrysdale x reader #nhl blurb #nhl fanfiction

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 3 months

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!OC / 2.1k words

Soap’s always been a little too comfortable playing at violence, always gone-bright when he can turn the threat of it into a promise. Joke’s on the world at large: Special Agent Bordelon’s into that shit.

Or: Soap pulls a knife on a stranger for being a creep, because he’s from the brutal street stabbing capitol of the UK and that’s just how you say “Hi, hey, hello—back the fuck off.” And a million kisses to @lunarvicar for encouraging my bullshit! LOVE YOU NAT 🫶

It is never hard to run with Soap and keep his breakneck pace—the only thing that had been difficult was adjusting to the fact that someone else could finally keep up with hers. It’s a stomach-thrilling shock to look from the corner of her eye, and find the blur of his burly shape there, winking and clicking his tongue without breaking a sweat.

Bordelon is soft for the Scot sook, god forsake the shit out of her.

He’s landed in D.C. on medical leave, a broken collarbone leaving his arm in a sling, and the first thing he’d done—after kissing his way up her neck to the spot behind her ear that made her skin sing and her palms sweat—was sling his good arm around her neck, pulling her in close, and nibbling her earlobe. “Christ, s’it always pishin’ it doon here, too?”

“Naw,” she laughed back, reaching to tangle their fingers together on her chest, his backpack slung over her shoulder, “just October, couillon.”

“Ohh, talk that dirty, fake French to me, mah cherry,” he mock-growled, which just earnt himself a pap! of the palm to his cheek. All play, no sting, and he beamed.

That night burns down to the coals—traipsing back to her apartment, showing off the ugly bruise that bleeds does from his neck to his bottom-rung rib, kissing and touching and figuring out a way to fuck that doesn’t hurt him too-too much.

(The man likes a little ache in it, here and there. Calls dichotomy in that blessed, rock-fall accent. Ratios of sweet to sour, black to white, sun and night. As if he had any more concept of balance and moderation than she.)

He lies across the bed in that silly-ass sling, watching her bitch her smart TV a blue-streak while wearing one of his threadbare navy t-shirts and nothing else. Rubs the spot at the bottom of his sternum, listening to rain slap heavy sheets against the old windows, and says, “Perdita.”

“Don’t you full name me,” she warns, shaking her head, because it is an ill-fitted address. For him, she is Hen, or Perdie, in much the same way he is her Johnny, Jean, or John-boy. A thing you love is all in how you name it, and their names are softened and held close; in the way of lovers who began as friends, once they were strangers no more.

“We’re getting married ‘fore I ship back tae Glasgow,” is how he finishes his thought, and Bordelon turns on her hips, back and forth, vaguely pointing the remote at the screen. He gives her a challenging tooth-sharp smirk. “Thought I should warn you.”

“Mhm. Yeah.” She wonders if she should count this a proposal, or call his bluff, and then she thinks—might as well nail both options to the fuckin’ wall while she’s got the knife. “We go our way onto the courthouse tomorrow. Keep it simple, ça c’est bon?”

International marriage is never that simple, though, and they’re both the wiser to it. But the sentiment is pretty, and it sparks amongst the hard-bought bonfire that lives in the depths of her chest, flames rising and licking to glorify his name. So, they call it an engagement, and Soap pulls a turn-around she doesn’t expect, turning his phone off to pull a shade of night over only the two of their heads.

He’s no family to call, apart from his 141, and even then, there’s a hesitance to his hands. Her man—her bombastic, beautiful bastard—could not stand to be a burden, no. A nightmare that is for him, himself. Even if he were to reach out with the utterly, desolately rare delivery of good news (a phenomenon grown so rare that Neptune would sooner complete circuits around the sun these days), it would make his skin crawl.

Were he to have his way, his burdens would never leave the span of his shoulders to weigh down another’s back, even something as small as what might be an inconveniently timed but otherwise benign or even welcome call.

Come the gray and misting morning, he’s handsy and all-paws, even short a limb, groping for Bordelon as the woman rolls upright on the edge of the bed, pushing her sleep-tangled hair away from her face before it irritates her to death. His hand is warm, callused, and heavy with insistence as it settles into the dip of her violin hip, trying to pull her back into the warm expanse of his hard-packed body.

“Perdie, Hen,” he grunts, tone shading toward playful complaint, “the fuck’re y’doin’ awake?”

“Startin’ off,” she croaks, shaking her head, pushing at his fingers as they crawl closer to her cunt. “Stop that—arrête ça! You’re mangy this morning, T’Jean,” she laughs, pushing more firmly at his grip. “No, get up. Got a friend, knows her way ‘round immigration policy, and she always got an envie for brunch.”

“Brunch?” he questions, flat as buried flounder, falling back into her mountains of mismatched pillows with a dreadful look on that handsome face of his. “Darlin’, am no getting my fat ass outta bed, even for brunch. Feel kinda fruity even sayin’ it.”

“Even for to get us married?” she darts back, turning to look at him, drawing her fingers in circles through the hair on his lower stomach, cooing ridiculously in her rasp-rough drawl, “Even for me.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, throwing baby-dog eyes her way. “I mean, was hopin’ you’d take it serious—cannae tell wi’ your ass—but.” He swallows, one of those corny, I’m-about-to-fuck smiles threatening the corner of his mouth, the one that makes him all coy and keen, looking down at her pale, spidery fingers drifting closer and closer through his thick, dark body hair to his fattening cock. “Wouldn’t you rather stay in bed? Cold morning like this, I could keep you warm.”

She just barely brushes her fingers over his cock before she’s snap-sliding out of bed, copperhead quick, tossing over her shoulder, “Nope! Already sent an email, she knows we on the schedule,” on her way to the shower.

Soap drops back against the bed, rubbing his stubbled face, grunting, “Bordelon, you arsehole.”

But he can’t withstand the siren call of watching her in the shower, so, ever-faithful and ever-horned up, he follows after.

D.C. is about as filthied up with the sorrows of addiction and homelessness as any other place, Bordelon supposes. Can’t tell if it’s better or worse than any of the time she spent down New Orleans or Baton Rouge way. Colder, mostly. But it’s not all the time you need to know about the homeless or the drug addicts—keepin’ eyes on them, keepin’ them in your ears, at least at the sides.

Sometimes, it’s the fella in the khakis, with a puffer jacket and prescription glasses, his behaviors making his Rolex look cheap shit.

Bordelon and Soap slide last into the car before the doors pull shut, close to standing-room early in Crystal City as lunch hour approaches. All the suits are out their offices, scrounging for edibles, droning loud and monotone on their cells. Whole car is damp and humid from the downpour, human body heat causing an intense mugginess that crawls under the clothes to irritate the skin. It’s damn near enough to make Bordelon’s head spin, neck uncomfortable with sweat the way it was all them years down deep, deep in the south.

“No, sit doon,” Soap says, flapping the good arm great and wide, trying to get her to pop a squat on the only empty seat left, shaking his head. “Dinnae try bossin’ me, talkin’ wi’ that spooky-arse agency voice. Want away from you a minute.”

He dresses up chivalry as dismissal, and she can’t help but grin, even as she dawdles on sitting.

“What? You don’t like how Tiffany sounds? I swear, she’s perfectly nice. And outstanding in her field. She’s an accomplished agent, and her superiors are recommending her for a promotion,” she says, in that self-same agency voice of which he’d complained—rich and clear, dialect: nonregional, speech pattern: nondescript.

“Oof, fuckin’ hate that, stop,” he snorts, faking a shiver, but he does complain, “Hey, what? Where you goin’?” when she actually does move to sit down, tugging her up by the collar of her shirt just a bit to pop a grinning kiss against her mouth.

She doesn’t realize, at least not right away, that the tug at her collar disrupted her shirt. Just enough to make a few buttons slip, exposing more of her right tit under her open coat. Wore a thin top today, loose, but figured the dark fabric would hide any transparency. Hated tight clothes, hated bras, and never wore one; just figured her rack had spent thirty-three years being nothing to comment on.

Well. More than half a tit exposed was enough to catch the attention of the man who cheapens his Rolex by being the one to wear it.

Soap likes strange things because he, himself, is a strange thing, and Bordelon had thought to take him the two hours north to Philly to hit the Mütter Museum to see their medical abnormalities, because once their brunch is out, they’ll have an entire day to themselves. She’s busy showing him pictures, enticing him, when the woman next to her taps her thigh.

Like an alarm hollerin’ in her head, she starts running two tracks instant-like, leaning without looking as she whispers, “Yeah, chere?”

The woman is older, in maroon scrubs—some kinda tech, smell of jelly on her says maybe ultrasound—and nonslip clogs. Can’t quite see her name badge, but that seems on purpose, covered up by her fleece.

“That man over there—he’s takin’ pictures of you,” she whispers back, straightening her jacket needlessly as a hint, “just wanted you to know. Maybe tell your man?”

“Oh, no,” Bordelon hums, smoothly pulling her shirt back into place, “I tell him, he gonna light that stupid bastard up like a candle.”

“Who’s lightin’ me up like a candle?” Soap stage-whispers, all play, and Bordelon knows exactly how the next ten seconds are gonna go, and it plays out picture perfect to her premonition. Bordelon tells him don’t worry, I got it, the Good Samaritan in maroon scrubs informs him of the creep, and the smile on Soap’s face turns into a flesh-ripper grin as all the fun burns outta his gaze like a gas fire in a hyperbaric chamber.

“Oh?”

“MacTavish,” she warns him, “wait til the stop.”

“Naw, naw, naw. I’ll play nice, Hen.” That means, sure as shit, he won’t.

The switch knife he takes out his back pocket is deadly smooth, and so is his broad step to the stranger and his budget, Amazon-bought phone case, pushing straight into his man-spread legs.

The fact there isn’t an immediate uproar, but the man’s face is blanched and staring up at him with a shitload of oh fuck on his face speaks to Soap’s own scary-ass career, and Bordelon can barely see the tip of the knife pressing into the spot just below the stranger’s ribs.

“Hey, pal, mornin’,” Soap says, bright and easy as anything, voice not droppin’ even a note, head tilted real friendly. “Do me a favor, eh? Just drop your phone next t’my boot, yeah? We’ll just get this little creeper session done and dusted.”

Can’t even hear the clunk when it slides out of the man’s limp hand, and it’s even quieter when the heel of Soap’s boot shifts over to destroy the screen, grinding it to dust.

“Good man,” he says, pulling the knife back to close it and slide it into his sling. “Next stop, you’re off. But you’re gonna leave your phone on the floor. Hope you dinnae eat shet on the way home to your ol’ lady.”

Bordelon resists the urge to slap a hand over her face, but when Soap kicks the phone back to her, she catches it under the toe of her boot, catching the expression of the tech to her side, unsurprised but impressed. Must have herself a man like Soap, waiting for her to make it home.

“Sorry ‘bout the screen, Perdie. Think you can get in there and delete his shet still?” Soap asks, tone a bottom lip pout, and Bordelon nods, tucking her fingers into the back of his belt before snaking them up under his shirt, swirling her fingertips into his back dimples.

“Hah. You know it, Johnny,” she hums, looking up at him from under her lashes. It’s a tenderness, sweet and true, taking up space between her lungs. Mad bastard. Crazy motherfucker. Loony bitch. When he looks back at her, he curls his fingers under her jaw, looking relieved. Poor thing knows hit dog hollers, and he long ago stopped yelping when he was struck. He’s looking to be told he didn’t do something bad. But she finds his pace, she always does. Of course, she did.

But that goes beggin’ the question: what’s a hellhole-heart like her supposed to do with a love like this?

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#john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap MacTavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap x oc #call of duty mwii #call of duty #mw2 #cod fanfic #cod mwii #cod mw2 #oc: Bordelon #dunno what else to tag this as #my work #enjooooyyyyy 💃👯👯‍♀️👯‍♂️🕺🏻

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soullessjack · 6 months

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going thru jack stuff on spn tiktok is like

millennial white woman (Taylor’s version) : he’s so precious 😍😍😍 mah nougat child son 🥰🥰🥰 so innocent and adorbsies!!!

millennial white woman OR young new fan (SPN character’s version): i want to kill dean with a hammer for what he did to this sweet little baby, he’s just a toddler :( and sam and cas are his real only dads!!

𖤐 SPN character (Taylor’s version) 𖤐: i want to kill dean with a hammer for what he did to this sweet little baby, Lucifer really loved Jack deep down he would have been a better dad if he got the chance :(

millennial white woman who thirsts for pedro pascal: unmmmmm you can find this grown 35 year old man hot but the character he plays with no physical distinction whatsoever is basically intellectually disabled (wears Velcro shoes) so you’re a creep if you like them

Brazilian editor that posts dubbed 1080HD embossed power scaling edits with epileptic-unsafe flash effects and transitions like 2016 PowerPoint slideshows 🇧🇷🇧🇷 : Goku pode derrotar Jack Kline?

Russian editor that posts dubbed 1080HD embossed power scaling edits with epileptic-unsafe flash effects and transitions like 2016 PowerPoint slideshows 🇷🇺: Сможет ли Гоку победить Джека Клайна?

13yo iPad raised heartstopper fan who just got into spn recently: I love jack so much they’re so badass and silly, beautiful boy and this other song by Olivia Rodrigo/Melanie/Taylor/Billie/the NBHD is so them core

13yo iPad raised heartstopper fans and millenial white women (Alex’s version) and a Brazilian fans: ommgggggg i loovee alex hes so hawt he’s literally my husband 😍😍😍 so innocent as jack but not in real life 😝😝 I’m such a simp for himm teeheee

spn content maker who really only cares about destiel or the original trio: yea he’s okay, killing Mary was the best thing he ever did to the show 😝😝

very small cluster of ppl who could fall into any of the top categories honestly: he so find i won’t him

#cal.txt #spn #spn tiktok #jack kline #alcal #spn fandom #i do not like people who still say simp I’m sorry #where was I going with this actually ….#yk what I don’t care #y’all would not believe the dean criticism there it is so fucking insane and stupid #dean winchester #dean & jack #mary winchester #sam winchester #castiel #tfw2.0 #<- tags I forgot to add lol

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sharonisthebettercarter · 9 months

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fuuuuuuuck me...

it's been 6666666678 decades since i picked up a drawing tool but my hands. they just... birthed this i guess. and still wanna work on it...

WOOOOOO~!

ended up making them look way more like the actors than i intended but i just got really into it with their features. i guess i was kinda goin' for how i imagine my fic characters (wolf among us style~<3) but i just had no fucking clue i had this one in me...

and also HA! bitch~<3 i beat you to the drawing bug! i'm just kidding, good luck getting back into it i love you~<;3<3<3

i swear, antony starr has the world's strongest fucking forehead. BUT HIS FANGS THO--. and people just do not give enough care and grace when analyzing butcher/urban's features cause gotdamn if that motherfucker isn't one of the CUTEST men i have ever seen.

first of all, his eyes. so many people get them wrong. bitch, they are HAZEL GREEN<3<3<3 and fucking GORGEOUS<3! so big and wide and beautiful too, he just narrows them a whole lot but boi you can't hide it from me. and his nose, fuck me that was a hard one. he's got them weird little nostrils that somehow add so much to the adorable charm. but i SWEAR this grown ass man actually, honestly, legitimately has the anime girl/cat silhouette face profile and that just damn blew mah mind~! and then his mouth? i have nothing else to say but babygirl lips, full ride. his lips are just CUTE and pretty. and listen, couple with his softly defined jawline i--.

then throw in a bit of chub on the man so he has that beautiful sexy dad bod that is the PERFECT second trimester belly and i just die a happy demon~<3

i can't with these gais, they're so fuckin' handsome. i may try to dial it back on the closeness of the features when i do a closer style study as i did get... kinda carried away. but i was happy enough to at least share this<3

no i will not tell you what they are doing... yet.

#feature study #butchlander #homelander #billy butcher #john gillman #william butcher #the boys #sketch #art #antony starr #karl urban #kinda #character study #wip #digital sketch #my art <3 #the boys fanart

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py-dreamer · 1 year

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Adding on to the Undertale I guess-

Um, Grown up AU! Don't ask why they're all similar ages, they just are. In the Au, da kids did too many resets, glitched the timeline and somehow pressed the reset button all at the same time. Somehow, all of them became corporeal and most of the characters have been age-swapped! (As in the kids are adults and the adults are now kids) They now have to adapt to the new environment but don't worry, they're adjusting well...mostly

Chara is NOT the captain of the royal guard in this AU. (I'll let you guess who it is) but they ARE Asriel's right hand and know very well how to fight.

Frisk is the diplomat between humans and monsters (I think the barrier gets broken at one point in the au idk) but don't underestimate them cause, while they prefer to use words, they still know how to kick ass.

Blow the trumpets and make way for the king of monsters...KING ASRIEL DREEMURR!!! (If you couldn't already tell, he's kinda my favourite-) Mans has his cool glowing swords and fireballs but sadly does not have his lightning, comets or giant blaster skull thingy. Mah furry boi can still smash your face in though. Btw, on his shirt in the middle pic, it says: 'King Fluffybuns Jnr.' that you bet Frisk & Chara got for him.

For Frisk, I'd figured they'd be more adventurous with their style (they can absolutely rock feminine and masculine) with some more sporty wear but main style is still comfy. I wish I could've made their work wear more detailed, but I still couldn't think of much. I headcannon that they like to buy a bunch of pins and patches to just stick on their clothes. They get the others some pins and badges to but they're not that into it. They still wear some badges though.

In the game its kinda a trend that kids wear striped sweaters and I gave the stripes to Frisk since I think they're the most childlike in this au. Nothing derugatory, just more excitable, cheerful and playful.

As you'll probably have noticed, I gave Chara an Undercut and long hair. I just wanted to give them a different look to Frisk and I really like the beanie but again, they look almost too much like Aimsey. There's nothing wrong with that but looking back, I feel like the two have similar asthetics and the beanie made them look way too similar. I gave them combat boots cause that's cool and a different pattern on their sweater? Overalls? Overshirt? Idk.

I didn't really do much with Azzy other than give make him taller, give him a silghtly yellow beard, made his horns much bigger and gave him a different pattern on his sweater. I imagine him taking care of the flowers now and gave him a less armour heavy king outfit that his dad cause I'd assume he'd be less likely to go to war on the humans.

Chara and Azzy kept the same colour palette cause I think it might take them even longer to adjust. I mean, these two were dead for centuries, one was an apathetic flower who committed mass genocide and the other was basically forced to commit mass genocide. I'm not pinning the blame on anyone but I think these two in particular still have a lot of trauma to overcome.

But they still have each other don't worry.

Umm, in terms of my style, I tried thicker lineart in some areas. It's most prominent in Azzy's design I think so let me know what you guys think.

Will I be drawing the rest of the main cast? Idk, probably not but who knows?

Idk what to name the au, maybe you guys can leave an idea?

Until next time my lovely marshiemallows!

(Click on photos for better quality)

#undertale fanart #undertale #undertale au #frisk fanart #undertale frisk #chara dremuur #asriel dreemurr #pog champ #grown up au #Py's_art

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stellawolfe30 · 2 years

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In consequences au, does Nezha ever see Li Jing when he goes to the celestial realm? How did Wukong get custody of this child??

(id appreciate any asks about lmk au's to go to my lmk blog :) )

hmmm that's a but tricky, isn't it? hmmm

okay so I took a minute to think about this and here's what I got. the celestial realm isn't exactly aware of how close nezha and wukong have become. whenever they see the two together they see political allies, not father and son. I like to think the celestial realm is pretty oblivious as a whole to things that happen on the mortal realm unless it directly affects them and not to mention ffm is pretty secure. so li jing doesn't exactly know nezha has hehe replaced him.

he knows nezha has been distant, they haven't spoken in a long time and while idk a ton about him i don't think he minds all that much. like as far as he thinks nezha lives in his lotus temple and attends to his godly duties/ protecting the map. he was never fond of nezha from the moment he was born.

so yeah Sun Nezha isn't legally Sun Nezha. He's Li Nezha to everyone other than them. it's more of a hushed thing and there's a reason for that

so this is another hc of mine (its kinda shown in the first cons comic) nezha isn't completely respected by the celestial realm. they know of the "mischievous, trickster, troublemaker, dragon killing" child. and the fact that he's basically a single child on stools in a petticoat doesn't help one bit. respect for him has grown since he first started working in the celestial realm but people still side-eye and talk shit.

if the celestial realm knew, nezha's reputation would falter, while the celestial realm gives sun wukong due respect bc of his raw strength and he hasn't caused them trouble since before the journey. yet they still talk shit (they're petty as all hell) nezha, while strong, is easier to tease/pick on/ bully. minor gods whispering and giggling amongst each other as they glance at the lotus prince, other people near his rank and above giving him looks, obviously condescending to him when they talk stuff like that.

but if they knew he was so close to swk that would triple. instead of trying to be subtle it would turn into one clear and loud message "we don't respect you"

so rn nezha is still technically Li Nezha, wukong only has custody of him in the mortal realm bc Nezha says so. In the mortal realm its.

"my son" "lotus" "sweetheart" "little one" "mah baby boi :P"

in the celestial realm its

"Li nezha" "old friend" "ally"

wukong understands the arrangement and respects it. as long as they can go back home after whatever meetings they attended and swk can hold his kid he's fine with whatever.

Nezha is his son.

he doesn't need to scream to the whole world that he loves his son. as long as Nezha knows he is loved he is content.

#im thinking of calling them sunset duo #cause like #wukong is the sun #and u see pink when the sun sets?????#right theres pink in there???#anyways yeah #consequencesau💫#nezha #sun wukong

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bobamilkk · 2 years

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Birthday Wish - Drabble Concept

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Spy was no stranger to sitting on the roof, watching as the others ran about in the dark like idiots. Soldier and Demo had gotten ahold of water guns, running around and spraying everyone with ice cold water-which would have been nice if it was during the day but the deserts night was already freezing enough. Pyro ran around taunting the others. It’s was all fun and games until Heavy had found their bucket of ice water and threw it at them. This happened every time they all gathered outside for an event and it typically ended in them all hating their very existence the next morning.

The only difference to normal? Scout wasn’t out there bullying Spy into coming out of hiding and joining them. He wasn’t calling the Frenchman a coward and throwing water balloons at his hiding place. Instead, the boy was sitting beside Spy, legs pulled up to his chest and face hidden in his knees. For once in his life he wasn’t talking, him watching the others with a strange sadness. Spy finally sighed and lit a cigarette,”What’s wrong, lapin? I’m surprised you’re not spending your birthday with those idiots.”

Scout shrugged.

He took a deep breath of smoke, blowing it out in rings,”You never did tell us what you wished for. That’s not like you.”

The younger mercenary hesitated, turning his head away from Spy and mumbling.

“Speak up.”

“I wish ya actually bothered ta show to mah birthdays as a kid. Would’ve been nice to spend time with my Pa growin’ up.”

Spy’s throat clenched up, whatever smug response he had dying on his tongue. He looked away from his son quietly.

—

Spy wasn’t exactly expecting to be woken up early. Not with how much the others had drank the night before. They had even forced alcohol down his throat for crying out loud. And what he was expecting even less? To wake up to the sound of pure panicked, confused screaming.

“WHAT DO I DO WITH IT-“

“PA!”

“DON’ HOLD IT LIKE THAT, SOLLY-“

“PAPA!”

“DON’T HAND IT TO ME-ZAT ZING IS FILTHY-“

“I WANT MY PAPA!”

He sighed roughly and wrapped his blanket around himself, stepping out to see what hell had the audacity to ruin his precious sleep. And what he saw had him take a double take. Seven grown men stood around the common room table, letting out a series of confused screams and shouts as Soldier held a toddler out as far away from him like some rabies ridden wild animal. The toddler was squirming and screaming louder than all seven of them combined, face a brighter red than the massive shirt that draped over his body. The screaming child couldn’t have been older than four, tears and snot soaking it’s face.

“PAPA!”

He couldn’t have been older than four…the same age as when Spy left…Jeremy…

…

…Shit.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 fic #dadspy #dad spy #birthday #birthday wishes #team fortress 2 fanfiction #drabble #fanfic #fanfiction #short fanfic

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Reading this might make you feel better!

I'm assuming that everyone has felt embarrassed about things they've done, so here are some things that I've done and felt embarrassed about to make you feel better!

Once, I think in 5th grade, I wore those clip-on cat ears with the bells on them. Now, it wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't worn them TO SCHOOL, IN PUBLIC SPACES THAT WEREN'T CONVENTIONS AND MANY, MANY, MANY PLACES BEYOND WHAT YOU CAN IMAGINE.

I used to "Naruto run" , do that one specific pose and say "MAH CHILD!" , call grown ass men "SMOL CINNAMONROLLS" and "INNOCENT BEANS" ( I was super into K-pop, was it that obvious?) , talk in a "BABY-VOICE" , etc.

I used to STALK my "senpai" (It was a dark time) and threaten anyone who went near him (I was in my Yandere simulator phase). Once I got a hold of his number I texted him and he blocked me almost instantly (I cried myself to sleep that night).

I was a huge pick-me and tried to be "one of the boys" to the point where I actually wore a FORTNITE SHIRT to school.

I used to spam my class groupchat with unfunny memes.

Once I HOWLED and SCREECHED for "MY PACK" at school because I was convinced I was a LEGENDARY WOLF-DEMON HYBRID PRINCESS.

I used to actually sing FIGHT SONG when I got mad at someone.

I used to watch SSSniperwolf 💀

I "Junko posed" in NORMAL CONVERSATIONS. Someone could've asked me how my day was and I'd be standing there looking like this:

10. I was buying caesar chicken wraps earlier this year and when I went to pay my card didn't go through, so I tried again and again, but it just wouldn't go through so the guy working at the register suggested I punched in my code. As if my card not going through wasn't embarrassing enough, I had forgotten my code! So I reach into my bag for my phone, on which I have my code saved. I rummage around the bag for a while until I realize I DON'T HAVE MY PHONE! I explain this to the guy at the register, who then tells me to go get my phone and come back for my wraps. I was so grateful this opportunity had been granted, so I ran out of the store to the nearest bus stop and waited for a few minutes. I got on the bus, got home, grabbed my phone and ran to another bus stop. Once I arrived at the store again, I went up to the register and paid for my items. I walked to the same bus stop and cried my eyes out because of how embarrassed I felt. I got my wraps though, they were delicious.

I hope you feel better now that you've read this! If you wanna share anyhing that has happened to you feel free to do so!

#story time #anime #embarrasment #danganronpa #sanrio #kpop #share #wraps and rolls #shopping #junko enoshima #school #yandere #yandere simulator #yandere sim

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You’re probably tired of these types of questions, but what does your Yancy look like, clothes and hair wise? Does mob boss yance look any different?

Not at all! I love when people are interested in things involving mah Boi.

So freebird has grown his hair out quite a bit and wears glasses. And his style is definitely more casual. He basically lives in jeans and t-shirts, or Henleys. He also has fewer tattoos than the mob boss that he had done in prison. The songbird flying out of its cage on his arm, and the one on his neck changed to a hummingbird when he was set free. And he has gauges! The picture below is how he basically looks:

Mob boss Yance has some key differences in appearance. His hair is kept shorter like you see it in Heist, styled neatly and slicked back usually. And he wears contacts. He has a lot more tattoos on his person (the one on his neck is a crow) and also has gauges, and his left eyebrow is pierced. 90% of the time, he's wearing a nice suit or a dress shirt and slacks at minimum. He's also taller, standing at 6'5" while freebird is 6'1".

I feel like I added more than you asked for afsgadscs but thank you for asking!

#thanks for writin' (ask)#anon ask

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lightvsdark18 · 1 year

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Some responses to voicelines (Epel)

You and I are in this together, right?

Yeah, of course.

Why're you spending so much time with me, anyway? I'd be flattered if I thought it was because you thought I was so tough and dependable, but I'm guessing...not.

Why do you have to be tough and dependable just for me to want to hangout with you?

With this much power, I'll challenge the headmage himself!

You probably shouldn't challenge him, but I would totally watch you beat his ass.

I'm gonna get a lot stronger. You believe in me...right?

Heck yeah.

School Uniform

It was cold as a frosted frog back home. What? You haven't heard that before? It means it was, well...real cold.

My uncle said "it's a snow cone in a Phoenix" when it's hot outside.

Mah meemaw... Er, my grandmother sent me a shipment of apples. Would you like some?

Yes :3

Y'know, I'm startin' to wonder... Are you pickin' on me 'cause you think I'm a wimp?

No, I'm picking on you because you're a gremlin.

P.E. Uniform

Worn out? Heh heh heh. Mages need to keep up their stamina.

Well, I'm not a mage, so let me be weak.

I work out, but I never build any muscle. I wish I could bulk up like Coach Vargas...

Just don't become a meathead like him.

I don't think I'm the best dancer... I never really let loose at any of the hoedowns back home, so.

I can't dance in general.

Labwear

Is it just me, or is the curriculum here at Night Raven pretty hard? I can't keep track of all these medicinal herbs with long names...

Imagine how I feel, I have to relearn what plants exist and don't exist.

The school library here has books from all over the world. The housewarden tells me to read a book a week.

Read a book a week? I couldn't do that.

Have you ever grown a plant? ...Oh, I see. I could give you some starter seedlings if you're interested.

A sunflower, but the soil at home killed it instantly... Yes, I'm interested.

Ceremonial Robes

Did you know the hood on these robes is based on how the Fairest Queen looked in the guise of an old woman?

Really? I didn't know that.

The Queen was willing to take on a hideous form through magic to win her place as the fairest. By golly, that's amazin'...

("She tried to kill her step-daughter.")

The Mirror of Darkness is supposed to assign dorms based on the nature of a student's soul, but is my soul really suited for Pomefiore...?

*shrugs*

The makeup Vil put on me just won't wipe clean... Any ideas?

Sorry, I got nothing.

Dorm Uniform

Care for a sweet apple? You'll find it downright dreamy.

I'm always down for an apple.

I wish people would call me cool instead of pretty or cute, y'know?

What about gremlin? I kid.

I once got lost in the dorm and stumbled across an eerie basement cellar. I wonder what that gets used for.

I'm now concerned.

Don't tell the housewarden, but just between you and me, I wanted to get into Savanaclaw. They seem like the bad boy dorm. Is that cool or what?

They're a brunch of jerks, though.

Ramshackle Dorm's great. You get to fly solo and be totally free. That's the life, right there.

Not really if your dorm is deathtrap.

Suitor Suit

Even pretending to propose is nerve-wracking. Do you think I should, um, practice?

You have to be convincing, so it wouldn't hurt to practice.

Y'know, it's actually kind of cool how the Ghost Bride is taking the initiative instead of just waiting around forever.

Though, forcing someone to marry you isn't the best option choose.

One day, I'd like to work with my sweetheart and grow apple trees, make jam... Ah! I mean, I read that in a story once!

*teasingly presses X to doubt*

Whenever my grandparents get in a fight, they make up by baking an apple pie together. That's sweet, don't you think?

Yeah.

Halloween

Boo! Did I scare you? If you aren't careful, I'll come and startle you again! Ha ha.

And you're not careful, I'll pick you up and throw you in my cauldron.

Bwah! I tripped 'n mah cape again! If Vil saw me, I'd get an earful about how clumsy I am.

He would yell at you for tripping over a cape that's too long?

Riddle and I were just getting excited talking about all the candy we have to stock up on for Halloween. I have a major sweet tooth.

Same.

Halloween in my hometown isn't all that fancy, but I can vouch for the food, at least. I hope everyone can come visit someday and taste it for themselves.

I hope I can...

I'll scare the socks offa ya! Mmm, no, that won't work. Oh, maybe if I smear ketchup on my face?

You have to try harder than that if you want to give me a good scare.

What? You want candy? Well, sorry, but I gave all mine away already. I'll carve an apple for you later, so lay off the tricks, okay?

My trick is just silly string, don't worry.

#twisted wonderland #epel felmier #twst voicelines

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joe-moi · 6 months

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every single one of my friends who have seen mah December have said Charles’s acting carried and that they were surprised he could act that well

I saw a tweet earlier where somebody was like he needs to explain how he managed to get the body language of a 13-year-old boy, when his character was supposed to be 36. Because that’s exactly what I said yesterday is that there’s a scene where he’s walking where I thought that’s a 13-year-old boy stuck in a grown man’s body. He’s so good. His acting is phenomenal in this movie.

#anonymous asks #🛼answers

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arista-vault-10 · 1 year

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Anti-theft/Anti-lost alarm

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Selfie Button

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aristafasion · 1 year

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Smart Luggage Allowed on Airplanes? | Arista Vault Smart Luggage Products

Smart Luggage Allowed on Airplanes?

Shop for your Favorite Smart Products: -

1. Smart Leather Wallet for Men with Inbuilt Power Bank: -

Features:

Anti-theft/Anti-lost alarm

20-metre separation alarm

3000 mAH power bank built-in

Location tracking

Design-engineered premium Italian leather

Remote selfie button

RFID protection

2. Smart Leather Wallet for Women: -

Features:

Anti-theft/Anti-lost alarm

20-metre separation alarm

Location tracking

Design-engineered premium Italian leather

Remote selfie button

RFID protection

3. Smart Trackable Bag-Tags: -

Features:

Anti-lost / Anti-theft Alert (20m)

Ring my Bag tag/Phone

Location Tracker

Selfie Button

Multiple Color Options

Phone Separation Alarm

Battery Life:12 Months Battery

4. Smart Trackable Keychains: -

Features:

Ring Your Keychain /Phone

Anti-lost / Anti-theft Alert (20m)

Location Tracker

Selfie Button

Replaceable Battery

Luxury Packaging

1-Year Warranty

#smartluggage #aristavault #luxurywithintelligence

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marionnette-art · 3 years

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Grown-up Vincent grown-up Vincent grown-up Vincent

#HE STILL BABYYY #Vincent #oc art #digital art #grown-up vincent #mah boi #marieart

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r6shippingdelivery · 5 years

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What are your domestic Spetsnaz hcs (ie does anyone specifically handle things like cooking or cleaning, what do they do in their down time together, do they all try to squeeze into one bed lol)?

You mean domestic poly Spetsnaz? I’m going with that, yes. Okay, headcanon time!

They all can cook, except for Fuze who is banned from it. He’s an excellent baker, but he can also set the kitchen on fire just trying to boil water. So Fuze bakes, the rest cook. Tachanka is surprisingly good at it, but he’s lazy usually and has to be goaded into it. Kapkan likes cooking but doesn’t clean up afterwards. Glaz prefers to cook along someone else instead of alone, he likes spending time in the kitchen with any of them.

For cleaning, in general, they quickly realised none of them was good at remembering to do the chores. The natural solution was to create an schedule, which they keep with military precision. It works really well for them.

I imagine their hobbies also impact their living space: there’s paintings Glaz made all over the place; Kapkan fixes anything that breaks down and gets into arguments about it with Fuze, who insists he’s an engineer and knows better, and who also tried to rewire the whole place at least once; and Tachanka likes old weapons so I HC he’s into antiques in general, but doesn’t want any of the others messing with his repair projects. I also HC Kapkan enjoys gardening, so at least he’d keep a few plants around the house.

Thanks to @todragonsart‘s stories and ideas we discussed, I now picture Tachanka as having a dog (Rufus) or wanting to have one. Meanwhile, Kapkan prefers cats and might have one, Glaz likes animals in general, and Fuze is the type of person who says he doesn’t want animals but then ends up doting on them more than anyone else. Making the dog and a cat coexist in an apartment with four rowdy animals humans might take some work 😂

About sleeping arrangements, they all have their own rooms. However, it’s quite usual to find them sleeping in pairs. Sometimes after a big sex session they try to sleep all together in one bed, or at least cuddle for a while. Still, squishing four big Spetsnaz in one bed isn’t exactly comfortable. Fuze tends to keep up until late, maybe even at the base tinkering in the workshop, so it’s way more probable to find some combination of Tachanka, Kapkan and Glaz sleeping together. Moreover, they got used to keeping each other company through the night during Operation Chimera. Best way to keep the nightmares at bay, or at least get some comfort once you wake up form one, is to have a comrade/lover cuddling you.

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #poly spetsnaz #mah bois #this poly ship began like a crack indulgence and has grown so much #I never thought others would love it too #Anonymous #I love poly Spetz #headcanons

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