#noot special!

[whataboutmyfries]

✩THE BEDTIME STORY PROJECT✩

Noot Special!

Hello hello hello! Welcome to a very special edition of the Bedtime story project!!! this could be read a love letter to all my beloved noot friends (it absolutely is btw) but also as a collection of some truly incredible fics by some equally incredible people. For those of you seeing this for the first time, this is not-quite regular post wherein i rec shorter, usually fluffy, fics in the hopes that you too find something to make your bedtime that little bit sweeter!

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Oknutzy

✩Suburbia by @fruitcoops (T: rated by me)

Starting off so so so strong with Eve's wonderful writing. This fic feels like a big hug and I love it to bits oh gosh <333 Anyone that knows sweater weather knows Eve is an absolute GOD in this fandom and the fact that I get to interact with her on the daily and call her my friend still feels a wee bit like a fever dream. she's out here writing utter magic like countermoves and Land of light both of which have me climbing the walls and chewing at the floorboards cause holy SHIT (whoops, back to the fic) I'm not going to lie, it was so hard to pic just a few fics to rec, but I went with the one I'd read this week for the wee oneshot because oh GOSH it is so somft and lovely and adorable, i love it.

✩Frosted windowpanes by @heyitssmiller (G | 13.8K)

Piercing, bitter cold greeted Logan as he stepped outside for the first time that day. The kind of cold that made the entire body tense up and the breath hitch. It was a quiet early morning, with a stillness that only freshly-fallen snow could bring. Logan took a second to pull his toque further down over his head as he grabbed the chainsaw by the door before heading out to the truck, passing the sign with red, clean lettering that read Tremblay’s Christmas Trees.

Now anyone that's been on this blog for a while knows just how much I ADORE mills and her writing (hello my lovely E-fiancee!!) And this FIC oh GOSH!!!! Frosted wondowpanes recently had its two year anniversary (!!!) which is when it was published on Ao3. I won't lie, this au still lives in my head RENT FREE along with clandestine and also Rendezvous with destiny (both of which I am definitely NOT reccing in this list no sir, not AT ALL nuh uh please dont have the links to them (they're on the names) and also whatever you do DONT go and yell in milo's comments about how MAGNIFICENT her writing is, no sir, definitely not suggesting that) Because of just how adorable it is, so much blushy flirting and idiots in love, 100/10

✩Leo's plant corner by @we-are-swearwolves (G)

Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps 

Oh lord, oh jesus. Anyone that's ever interacted with me for any amount of time on the SW discord know I am absolutely FERAL for Em's writing. This is one of her shorter fics but you should absolutely definitely decidedly NOT go read her other works which I am NOT rec-ing because they definitely did NOT make me cry sob eat my heart out and feel shrimp emotions like Québécois and also "Smile, Soleil." nuh uh, not at ALL ;)

✩I've got my love to keep me warm by @arrowofcarnations (M | 1.7K)

Okay so, most people know Kim as the incredible author behind the fandom classic Inked but oh my GOSH the way kim writes makes me so EMOSH it is unreal, her characters are so fleshed out and tangible and so so gorgeous and also i get to watch her to her magic word thing on the discord??? like hello??? little old me witness to this absolute SORCERY??? genuinely insane, i adore it so much. Alsooooo cute little fun fact: Kim and Em worked together to write the masterpiece that absolutely BROKE me Like Real People Do just flipping INCREDIBLE. absolutely showstopping. I love Kim and her writing so so much.

✩Regency AU by @peggyrose19 (E: rated by me)

oh my god oh my god oh my GOD. Audrey's writing is so fucking *chef's kiss* and watching this magic story come to life in the SW discord was an absolute DELIGHT. utterly filthy, completely delightful and wonderful in every single way. Of course, Auds is also our local St.Tweedle whisperer with fics like this one and also hold me closer. oh my GOD audrey's brain is so so big, i honestly have no idea how she comes up with all these incredible aus and fic ideas, such a cool human i love her &lt;3

Coops/ wolfstar

✩Christmas is home by ithilielthechosenone (T | 1.5K)

Remus gives him a mock shove with a shake of his head. “You are hopeless.” No, Sirius thinks. I was. I thought I had to be. I wrestled it down until I myself could no longer see it. You took my hand and gave it back to me. You all did. My hope lives within each and every smile of yours.

- Sirius and Remus enjoy the snow

Oh good gosh, oh jesus, oh boy, it's Ami's writing, my KRYPTONITE. The way Ami writes is like music. there's no other way I can think of to describe it. It flows so beautifully and the way her writing reads like lyrical prose and poetic storytelling has me weak in the knees EVERY single time. This fic was part of the SW discord winter fic exchange and it had me looking at my phone like 🥺🥰the whole time. Ami's writing is just INCREDIBLE and she blows me away with the way she words everytime she blesses us with her writing :)

✩First Burn by @fruitcoops

Okay folks, we've already established how much I ADORE Eve's writing but also oh my GOD I just had to bring up this au, which left me completely shooketh right from the moment the idea came up in the discord to the finished product of Eve's wonderful fic. I LOVE it so so much and I still reread it on a semi regular basis (but shhhh) bottom line, everyone needs to read this.

✩Washcloths and Wishes (A Sweater Weather Fanfic) by @veryspacecowboy (E | 1K)

oh goodness M's writing (and M themself) Is so flipping wonderful and this was one of her first fic's I've ever read (I think it might've actually been their first published fic I read) the way she writes is so flipping incredible and the way they weave all the character's stories together is so magical to witness, and to watch them do this wizardry on the discord (parkouring through allll the threads, so many of which are her brainchild because M is big brain and they are so so cool) has me making heart eyes at my phone/laptop. This fic is somft and also hot (which they are a MASTER at, the duality of M(tm)) and every SW fan HAS to read it, I promise you'll love it.

✩Sirius gets Re to communicate by the wonderful @tetedump/@arewelonely

LAUREL WRITING LAUREL WRITING OH MY LORDY. Laurel is such an incredible human oh my gosh my HEART!!! we haven't spoken very much but she's such a bright, kind, and comforting presence on the discord and I always have a little !!! moment when I see her in my notifications :')) This fic oh my GOSH this fic is EXACTLY what it says on the bottle, Sirius gets Re to communicate because he's a sexi sexi gentleman (Laurel's world not mine) She's such a lovely, caring human and honestly, you can really see that come through in her writing and it makes me so so 🥺🥹 I adore every single inch of it &lt;3

✩Neon moon podfic, written by @fruitcoops and read by @itsaash

So we all know that Ash is our resident podcast GOD, who's read and orchestrated the wonderful Sweater weather podfic along with a bunch of other noots (which everyone collectively lost their minds over) and also the podfic of the system which was originally written by @heyitssmiller (ahahahah triple noot whammy hehehe) but oh my GOSH Ash is so so cool, and such a delightful person to talk to and interact with, I adore her to bits, she's always so nice and kind whenever you interact with her and she's so wonderful about raising peeps up with her podfics, it makes me very very 🥺🥰

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Thank you so so much to the lovely noots for putting all their wonderful works out there into the world and letting me rec their works in this silly little list :) I love you all so so so much, and AHHHH thank you so much!  Thank you, lovely reader for going through my first ever reclist! feel free to come yell about these lovely works with/at me, and you can send in your recs on the comments of this post, or my inbox!

Happy reading!

#the bedtime story project #noot special! #wolfstar #oknutzy #coops #lumosinlove ocs #sweater weather lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE NOOTS SO MUCH YALL THIS IS UNREAL #fries recs fics

[asukamood]

Halloween party

Hello everyone and happy Halloween! Today I have written two one-shots celebrating this holiday, one is about Dreamswap aka the one you’re reading right now and the other is about the original UTMV that will normally come out at the same time. DS still belongs to Kai.

I have read once about how Dream would host a Halloween party every year and let Nightmare be for the day even though he knew he was sneaking in so I’ve decided to write about it. Hope you enjoy! I didn’t really have in mind any romantic plans for this one-shot but you can still see it as a pairing one-shot since it’s pretty ambiguous.

Warnings: A concerning amount of drunk people trying to get Dream in their beds which includes one that was so insistent it was borderline sexual harassment. There’s also the presence of swearing and mention of past alcoholism.

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The 31rst of October is such an iconic date.

It was a day of celebration, the official spooky day of the world. It was a day when parents would accompany their dressed-up kids outside, asking for candies from the different neighbors. The perfect day to go out and do something crazy with friends and family, like all of them going to camp outside while telling a horrific story as the moon gazed down at them in amusement.

When it comes to Justice Reign though, they opted for a disguised party instead. Simple but enjoyable.

In the beginning, that party was just one where the children of the orphanage could gather together and show off their costumes to each other before being split into small groups to go trick-and-treating with one of the caretakers in the nearest neighborhood.

Eventually, though, adults started to request an event that could take place for that holiday. Dream had racked his brain over what could they possibly do to celebrate Halloween before he got reminded of that little tradition he set up for the children and decided to take the same idea and tweak it a bit to make it more appropriate for grownups.

So there they were, on the thirty-first of October enjoying a nice little drink at the JR castle.

Or so, Dream wished.

Because yes, he wasn’t having the time of his life right now. He never had fun during the Halloween party, but as the organizer of said party, he was still required to show some face to be respectful and to greet everyone that would attend the event.

One may wonder why he didn’t just cancel the entire thing, after all, as the leader of JR, nothing and no one would dare go against his decision. The reason was simple, as much as he disliked the event, he knew that it made people happy so he kept it around, despite wanting to die every time he would go there.

There were multiple reasons as to why he would rather not have to be bothered by that event: Firstly, he loathed social interactions with every fiber of his being and that party was full of those. Secondly, the number of people who came in just to “troll” was insanely high and Dream was simply too exhausted to deal with those troublemakers. Lastly, a good majority of the guests would drink until their feet swayed which also made a good chunk of them try to get the leader of the organization in their bed.

Dream did not appreciate that one bit. Especially when that person was acting particularly insistent, so much in fact that it was brushing very closely the sexual harassment territory.

So basically what was happening right now.

It was around 8 PM and by now, the majority of the guests had shoved so much liquor down their throats that they were all completely out of it, unable to even walk in a straight line or look in the same direction for more than 3 seconds. Dream had already rejected the not-so-polite offer of 8 people, women and men alike, to have some evening activities together and he was honestly getting tired of it.

While dragging his pupils around to look for any commotion in the area, he noticed in his peripheral vision a woman, around 5’6 foot tall, making her way towards him while stumbling and paining to keep her glass full of refilled alcohol from spilling.

He sighed, internally hoping for her to go bother someone else. But of course, Hope always lets everyone down so, after a few seconds, she caught up to him and tapped his shoulder with a finger.

Dream internally let out a frustrating groan as he rotated, forcing a smile on his face. “Hello, how may I help you?” At his question, the woman giggled sheepishly, the distasteful smell of alcohol reaching his nose. His face scrunched into a frown of disgust, it was in moments like this that he questioned just how he ended up alcoholic in the past, that smell was simply awful.

She kept swaying from left to right, unable to even stand still. Despite that, she would often tip her head backward before swallowing yet another shot of wine, letting out a delighted laugh every time. She hiccuped, which grossed Dream out, before slurring something, her entire face pink with superficial happiness.

Dream had not been able to hear what she had said, to give you an idea of how drunk that woman was, but judging by the tone she used and the aura of lust she was currently radiating, it was not to ask what was his opinion on pouring the milk before the cereals in the bowl.

He tried hard not to frown at her and simply rejected her proposal, making it clear that he was not going to entertain whatever fantasy she was making in her head due to alcohol. Instead of walking away still in the alcoholic bliss like all of the others before her, the woman had stepped uncomfortably close, her hand pressed against his torso.

A wider grin sliced her cheeks as she guided her hand farther down until it reached his stomach, throwing in an inappropriate comment on how she was able to feel his muscles even through the fabric.

It had taken Dream every bit of his willpower to prevent himself from straight up punching the woman in the face, now that wouldn’t be so professional, would it? He quickly slapped her hand away from him, a shiver of discomfort running down his spine.

“My dearest apologies, but once again, I am not interested in your proposal.” He repeated himself through gritted teeth, barely able to keep in his anger. “If that’s the only thing you wanted to say, I’ll be taking my leave. Spend a good evening ma’am.”

He was about to walk away when she suddenly grabbed his arm before trapping it between her arms and chest. She started to whine like a child who just got denied a toy they wanted to buy, before resuming trying to convince the winged man to spend the night with her.

Dream’s patience was running very thin and his discomfort had never increased so fast. He was about to tell her off again when a short man, probably around 5’5, appeared out of the blue and tore her off of him.

She twirled around, her face red with anger before she paled at seeing the person’s glare. He was wearing a purple and black devil costume, with the presence of an artificial tail and horns, and was hiding his face with a pretty wide mask that covered most parts of his face, save for his eyes.

Lavender pupils bore into hers, sending daggers into them. “Can’t you see that you’re making him uncomfortable?” He said, his voice so deep it could have sounded like something that came out of the radio. “People like you disgust me. Before I send you crying to your parents, I’ll leave you ten seconds to fuck off.”

He began the countdown as the woman quickly fled with her tail between her legs, threatening to trip at every single step she made. The black haired-man glared at her until she disappeared into the crowd before tilting his head towards Dream. “Are you okay?”

The winged man stayed silent at that, a frown on his face. Anyone else could have been fooled but having known him for more than an entire century, Dream had easily recognized Nightmare behind that dark mask.

He knew that the other would often invite himself to the party and was also aware of him knowing that he knew, but never had he had the guts to directly come to talk to him like that. Was he not worried about Dream arresting him right here and now? He didn’t have any intention to since Halloween’s Nightmare’s favorite holiday and he had not wanted to ruin it for him but still, that was completely reckless and careless of him.

“Dream?” That got him out of his thinking stance. The man blinked in surprise, having almost forgotten he was having a conversation with Nightmare.

“My apologies, yes. I’m okay.” He quickly said. Now that they were both here, he might as well entertain Nightmare’s attempt to talk to him. He was pretty curious as to what he wanted to say after all. “Thank you, sir…?” The classical method of playing dumb. It may be simple, but it worked.

Nightmare blinked before shaking his head as a small smile appeared on his face. “Nox.” He stated, extending his hand to him.

Dream shook his hand as he had just met him, giving back his smile. “Thank you, sir Nox. I don’t think I need to introduce myself but just in case, my name is Dream.”

“That much I figured, you like, appear everywhere on the news you know?” Dream let out a chuckle.

“Yes, I do know.”

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It was nearly midnight now and almost all the guests had gone home. Only a few people were left in the giant ballroom, munching on what little was left of the buffet. At the same time, the team in charge of the service was already rushing out of the staff room armed to the teeth with mops and tissues, clearly ready to clean this place until it reflected the light like water.

During the entire duration that separated the moment Nightmare started talking to him using the name Nox and the current moment, not once did Dream walk away to speak with someone else.

His original plan was to leave him after a meaningless conversation in order not to make it too awkward when they would meet next, after all, he did still pin wanted posters of Nightmare on the streets just the day prior. It was kind of weird to act so… familiar with an enemy now, wasn’t it?

However, it seems like things didn’t quite happen like he had planned them to. It had to be expected though, the second Nightmare brought up a distant memory from when they were still young and naive, Dream had a feeling that they were going to stand there discussing nothing and everything at once just like they used to.

Which was a very dangerous thing to do.

Some intoxicated people did try to divert his attention from the conversation but fortunately for him, Nightmare had him covered in that aspect. Any time somebody would walk within a 2 feet radius away from them, the latter would send them a terrible death glare that immediately made them run away in fear.

It reminded Dream of a period when anytime a girl would approach him with a flustered face, Nightmare would do the same thing. He would make them turn away somehow, making it quite clear that trying would just be flirting with death.

In the middle of watching him do that, Dream suddenly let out a laugh. Nightmare blinked away from his glare, instead watching the winged man with a confused expression.

“What are you laughing at??” A wheezy breath escaped him as he wiped an unshredded tear off his eye.

“I’m sorry, you just reminded me of that one time you menacingly played the violin when a girl tried to confess to me and the entire village started calling your music the ‘Strings of Death’. “ At that, Nightmare’s face distorted with amusement as well.

“Yeah, that was hilarious.”

Dream soon stopped talking, looking around him and noticing that every guest had gone back home now and only the staff were left in the room with them.

“It’s getting late.” Dream started, looking up at the shining moon in the dark blue sky. “We should probably—“

Before he was able to finish his sentence, Nightmare completely discarded the 2 arm-lengths that separated them to wrap his arms around Dream’s waist, hugging him tightly as he buried his face into his chest.

The blonde man almost choked on air, his eyes widening at the action. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could do so, Nightmare spoke again, this time in a low whisper.

“I missed you, you fucking ass.”

Dream sucked in a deep breath before hesitantly hugging back. They stayed in silence like that for a few minutes, the taller one trying very hard not to let any emotion show on his face. The staff men were starting to stare after all.

“You should go back to your friends, Nightmare.” He finally said, lowering his voice at the last part so only Nightmare would be able to hear it. As a response, the shorter one just squeezed him a little harder.

#dreamswap #ds dream #fluff #angst #ds nightmare #just ds noot being gay and having trauma #sweammare #platonic sweammare #ds dream x ds nightmare #ds dreammare #platonic or romantic #platonic or not #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween #halloween special

[spirirsstuff]

If you accept leave a picture if your character(s) in a mask or a Halloween costume. As well as tag me so I can keep track of who is entering. If you do not accept that is also fine as well.

The invite will expire within three days.

Also Spirit Cross cannot be your plus one, I already have a cow pinata.

well damn i guess i cant bring cross so,,,

i brought noot instead :D

(i apologize for the quality i sort of rushed on the end and am not super proud of it)

#ask #eveeonaartz #bestie!!!! hi!!!! #randomrambles #my art #does noot's outfit count as a costume? i mean he would only wear it on special occasions- #also i saw the other participants' drawings and i think i overdressed a little #also dont ask where the floor is it's uhhh somewhere

[fuxuannie]

❥﹒a special kind of love

✦. synopsis — a relationship with dan heng can be a little rocky, but for him? you'd be willing to go through a landslide.

✦. love mail — im alive (i say for the 4th time only to disappear without a trace.. again) but this is inspired by my experience w someone v special to me!! happy 1 month ♡

✦. tags — HSR SPOILERS. noot really? i mean spoilers for dh's identity, dan heng x gn reader, fluff, i havent written for hsr in 6 years (dramatic), not proofread, im sick

"YOU'RE KIDDING!?"

You nearly topple over the trinkets on your desk when you had slammed the table prior to your screaming.

Moments before such a reaction, you had called Dan Heng into your room to discuss a 'private matter', in which you had to talk to him personally with no distractions.

'Private matter' being your feelings, and how bottling them up was making you lose your mind - so to save yourself the slowburn suffering, you had to confess the aching sensation in your chest every time he passed by.

"I, uh.. I like you." Your voice is almost a murmur, staring down at your desk that you stood behind with Dan Heng infront of it.

There's silence, he tilts his head slightly. "Sorry?"

You're about to repeat yourself, already regretting your decisions until you hear him clear his throat.

Looking up, you notice a hue of red on his face as he looks almost as shy as you, a rare sight from the usually nonchalant Dan Heng. "You.. like me?" He repeats for clarity, watching you nod as silence once more fills the room.

"Well.. I like you too. I'm surprised you beat me to the confession."

"...YOU'RE KIDDING!?"

And that lead to the unexpected relationship between the trailblazers who almost never interacted within the publics gaze.

You'll admit the first few weeks were.. awkward. You two didn't have much dating experience, especially Dan Heng, but you see how he tried. He'd always text you if you guys were seperated, you notice how he's much more clingy when you're around, and how he's clearly more comfortable with you than anyone else.

But you'd often times get him 'just because' gifts and letters, told him he was the person you adored most, and constantly reminded him how perfect he is. However, most of the time - especially in public, it still felt like you guys were more or less friends than anything else.

And because of that, there was a bit of overthinking that clouded your mind for a while. You of course, acknowledged that Dan Heng was not at all required to immediately reciprocate affection in the way you do.. but you simply wanted to be reassured that he felt the same way about you.

So on a rainy night, with Dan Hengs arms wrapped around your own frame as the sound of raindrops hitting your window keep you up.. well, not to mention the racing thoughts of insecurities, that played a part too. You looked up at your boyfriend, who was fast asleep with his beautiful and peaceful expression, which made you feel bad for choosing tonight to communicate your feelings.

"Dan Heng?" You whisper, lightly rubbing his arm to wake him. His messy hair is everywhere, so you first wait as he moves it away from his eyes to get a good view of you even in the dark. "..Hm?" He replied sleepily.

"..Do you.." Hesitation was evident, clutching the back of his shirt. "..Ever think I'm not good enough for you?"

Silence.

"Cause-" You sniffled, unable to escape the lump in your throat as you began to share your feelings. "I know I'm not that amazing. I'm not energetic and bright as March, I'm not strong and independent like Stelle, and I'm certainly nothing like you.. I don't get it. Why me? Why me when you could have anyone else?"

You waited for a reply, but you weren't expecting much. You knew he wasn't a talker, and that is something you learned to accept, but you didn't know how to feel about the chances of him responding with "I'm not sure what to respond." or something along those lines.

"(name)," He chuckled, pulling you closer as your tears soaked his shirt. "You don't have to be them, not March, not Stelle, and certainly not me. I fell inlove with you because you're you, and you're more than I've ever wanted in someone."

You didn't know how to respond, you wanted to talk more, but the rears were getting uncontrollable and Dan Hengs firm and comforting arms around you weren't helping your emotional state. So you cried, and cried, and through it all - he was awake till you'd stop crying. It was then you realized how much you really mattered to him, more than you could fathom.

He placed several small kisses onto your forehead,

"I love you, more than you know."

#♡ — 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng hsr x reader

[singgibanggipoongpoongbanggi]

Throughout my journey of 8 years into K-pop, I have seen so many men like so many men, but never do i ever go ' *sighs* what a man' LIKE EVER but Choi Seungcheol, THE MAN HE IS, I look at him and go 'wow, what a man' because truly, truly, TRULY I have never seen a man like him. First of all, he's cute as fuck, like he gets so clingy with members all time specially when he's embarrassed and it pains me to see him go *noot noot* also HIS ASS?LIKE OKAY I AM NOT ARGUING W YOU WHATEVER YOU SAY KIM K . He's so attentive and concerned about even MINOR DETAILS LIKE??? and OH BOY IS HE HAWT LIKE he's not only 'omg he's like so handsome and intimidating' type of hawt he's that 'OH FUCK why do i not know him personally' type of hawt and that's really different from the previous one and man i always regret like actually regret that like it'd be such a privilege to know him personally like just for tiny itty bitty moment

anyways it's just another day of me having seungcheol plague my mind

#i will always cry bout lack of scoups in my life #seventeen #choi seungcheol #scoups

[sillyunknownkitkat]

hihi!! could i please request a ink sans x reader, in which the reader adores physical touch? tysm!!! Please take as much time as you need, and if you don't feel up to it, please ignore this!! <33

Ink Sans x clingy/touchy reader

[Btw sorry it's posted this late :( I hope you like it, tho!]

Now, we all know (I think) that Ink doesn't have any feelings of his own, he's has to take the vials to feel something right?

While I feel like he could be in a relationship, I hope you're not too sensitive because he doesn't actually love you because, you know, he literally can't feel any emotion

Also, I'm pretty sure that it's canon that he has a very bad memory (He doesn't have a soul, so he's just living). So he'll probably forget about you..

"But why would he ask me out then?" You may ask. Well, it's probably because someone in the Noot Noot gang (I stand by this name) or Error has a crush on you. He's just messing with them

Or maybe you belong to an Au where you being with him would create an unexpected reaction (at least to his eyes)

I have headcanons about the start sanses if you'd like more depth to this, but Blue will send reminder to Ink so he doesn't hurt you by forgetting you or something. He's definitely not happy that Ink is using you, but at the same time, he doesn't want to break your heart/soul by telling you the truth.

Dream probably avoids you. He doesn't know what to do, honestly.

Well, let's ACTUALLY start making headcanons for what you asked (after breaking you, lmao)

At first, he was really weird about it. He didn't get why you felt like you had to be glued to him to feel good, but after some recherches, (don't think I spelled that right but wtv) well more like after harrasing Blue about it, he understood. Well, no, not really, but he kinda gets the point

So when he's with you, he'll try to give you as much attention as he can. If he remembers you in the first place.

It goes from awkwardly patting you on the back to laying himself on top of you to clinging to you to the point that you can't move

Yeah... it's all or nothing with Ink, but hey! You got your touch (　＾∀＾)

No, but for real, you deserve way better, I'm sorry, but it is what it is

He's not a good guy, but it could be interesting to be friend with him if you do anything special around in the multiverse

Like he takes advantage of you, but I don't think it's that hard enough to take advantage of him either, actually

I'm so sorry for this, you waited so long and for what? Me telling you that it's pretty much impossible. (　ＴДＴ)

No, but for real, if you want to, I can explain why I feel that way about him, but like- I can't fake liking him 100%

I do think he's a really awesome character but he's not good per say (does this make any sense?)

Well I need sleep lol

Have a good day/night and again I'm so sorry for this garbage

#new writing blog #undertale headcanons #ink x reader #ink sans #ink sans x reader #undertale au #sans aus x reader #sans au x reader #sans au #undertale au x reader #kinda Ink slender I guess 🤷 sorry not sorry bb

[arrowofcarnations]

Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 4: Dead End

Some Luke/Logan friendship for day four of the fest (@noots-fic-fests)! Thanks to @lumosinlove for creating these two, and special thanks to @fruitcoops for beta-reading this and being an all-around excellent friend and hype noot. <3

Title: Birds of a Feather Characters: Luke Deveaux, Logan Tremblay Rating: G

(Contains Vaincre spoilers!)

“Luke and I have been running along the river. You know, the Hudson River path? It’s been kinda warm so sometimes we lay out after. There’s a park with grass. It’s nice.” (Logan, Vaincre, May Part Two)

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They didn’t have a set schedule or anything. It would happen like this: Luke would text him something like “Run tomorrow? Gonna be nice out,” Logan would send a thumbs-up, and they’d pick an access point along the path to meet—sometimes a familiar one, sometimes a new one way uptown or downtown so they could try out a different route. That’s how it happened in the beginning, at least. Now Logan texted first sometimes, too.

Neither of them were runners the way Finn was, both preferring to keep it down to a few easy miles at most. Sometimes they’d stop so Luke could pet a dog, or so Logan could take a picture of the view to send to his boys. It was…well, nice, like he’d told Leo. Grounding. Head-clearing. Nice, too, to hang out with Luke outside of practice, travel and team dinners.

He had other real friends in New York, of course—with Alex, Percy and Will as his teammates, it still kind of shocked Logan just how many friends he had here—but there was a level of understanding with Luke that was unique. Alex and Percy were loud, outgoing, hearts-on-their-sleeves people. Will was a thousand times more patient and level-headed than Logan could ever be. But Luke—Luke was a lot like him. A hundred silent thoughts for every one said aloud. Guarded around new people. Tough shells, Leo had said of the two of them. Logan supposed that was as good a phrase to characterize it as any. He just knew he was thankful for it.

On this particular day—the warmest they’d had since they’d started doing this together—they hooked up with the path near the George Washington Bridge and headed south, flanked by rows of still-blooming cherry trees lining the river. They’d timed it late enough in the afternoon for the crowds of cyclists, families and dog-walkers to have thinned slightly, but with enough daylight left so they could finish before dark. Streaks of orange and pink were starting to paint the sky by the time they reached Riverside Park. They found an empty spot and planted themselves there; the grass was cool on Logan’s skin as he flopped down on his back, only raising his head to take a sip of water before going boneless.

“Do you have a good route in Gryff?”

Logan’s gaze traveled from the wispy clouds overhead to Luke sitting beside him, bent over his own thigh in a stretch.

“Ouais, kind of,” he replied. He liked that Luke never used the past tense when they talked about Gryffindor, about his life there. “I usually go with Finn—he has his favorites. There’s one we do in the old part of the city that’s good. You know the Godric’s Hollow neighborhood?”

Luke nodded, switching to the other leg. “Hazard dragged us to a bakery there on some little dead-end street once.”

An ache Logan was now familiar with pinged briefly in his chest. Race you to the door. Damn, I can smell those croissants. C’mon, Lo baby, I’ll buy you something sweet. “I know the one. Pretty sure he built the route around that bakery. Even when Knutty and I sleep in, he’ll bring us back something.”

It was a relief to not have to pick and choose his words when it came to Finn and Leo. So new, and still so strange. Had there ever been a time before the last few weeks when he didn’t have to worry about implications?

Finished with his stretch, Luke sat up straight and rolled his neck and shoulders a few times before grabbing his own water bottle. “He’s a morning guy, eh?”

Logan nodded. “Annoyingly so. He needs a coffee in one hand and a book in the other just to keep him in bed past eight.”

Luke gave a hum of acknowledgement, then chugged the rest of his water. He was quiet long enough that Logan was about to ask something else, but then Luke, staring out at the water, said, “Saint’s the same way.”

It was a good thing that Logan had already noticed, that he’d already suspected as much, because it was easy to keep his expression neutral. He was surprised, though; not because Luke and Saint were a thing, but because Luke had told him about it.

“He’s a morning runner?” he asked, staying put in his casual sprawl as though no big news had just been dropped.

“No, yoga. Out on his balcony, ass crack of dawn, with this ugly tie-dye bandana on his head.”

Logan laughed, loud and bright, and it startled a little laugh out of Luke, too. “Goalies are crazy.”

Luke’s shoulders, which had been creeping up toward his ears, dropped; his whole body seemed to relax by several degrees, and he smiled. “They’re nuts.”

They both let the lull in conversation stretch for a little while after that. Luke eventually laid down under the waning sun like Logan was, both of them watching the sky as the city provided a familiar soundtrack of birds, dogs, people and distant traffic. Logan thought about how Luke helped make New York feel like a home away from home. About how nice, how necessary, it was to carve out new routines and memories in a place that was so tangled up with his memories of Finn, and how Luke seemed to know that, how he’d been helping Logan do that without ever discussing it. Though, he guessed part of it was that Luke simply wanted to hang out with him because he liked him.

Liked him and trusted him. Logan wasn’t sure how he’d earned that, but he knew he’d do his best to keep it.

And because he liked Luke, too, he had to turn his head on the grass to look at him and find out what the two of them were dealing with, even if it was awkward.

“Do the other guys know?”

Luke shook his head.

“Your families?”

Another head shake.

“Have you talked about it? You and him.”

Luke glanced away, then snapped his eyes back to Logan like he was making himself stick this out. Logan understood that more than he could put into words. “Not really. It’s—a thing, but not…no one’s said boyfriend. It’s not like Black and Lupin. Or you three.”

“D’accord.”

Luke didn’t ask him not to tell anyone. He didn’t need to.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Luke said after a moment.

Logan shrugged. “Not because—I didn’t hear anything from anyone. I think maybe I can see it because I lived it for so long.”

Luke looked like he was taking that in for a second. Logan hoped he got it right. He wasn’t Finn, who always knew just what to say to anyone, or Leo, who made people feel comfortable with the kindness that radiated from him like sunlight. But Luke nodded, tossed him a stick of gum, and started talking about their upcoming game on Tuesday, so Logan figured he hadn’t fucked it up too badly.

They talked hockey until they really started to lose the light, then made their way through the park toward the street, walking fast to keep warm as dusk ushered the spring chill back in. They lived close enough to share an uber, and Luke called one as they reached the curb.

Logan pulled out his phone as they waited; Finn had correctly guessed where he was just from a blurry picture of one of the pink-petaled trees from earlier, and Leo sent a selfie of the two of them with goofy grins from ear to ear and a love you, gonna kiss you in 2 days!!!. He forgot all about the weather, warmed from the inside out at the sight of them. He wanted that for Luke and Saint, too. He wanted it for everyone who still had to hide, who still told themselves they weren’t allowed to have it.

The car pulled up in front of them and, just before they got in, Luke put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing briefly.

“Thanks, Tremz,” he said, tone casual but green-brown eyes sincere. “For real.”

“No worries,” Logan said, a phrase he’d picked up from Leo. “Get in, I’m fucking freezing.”

Luke shoved him, then climbed into the car. Logan followed his friend close behind.

#sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #o'knutzy #st tweedle #my fic #ficoween 2023

[fruitcoops]

If you wanted to write grumpy logan and finn/leo lovingly making fun of him until logan is no longer grumpy, you would do it so well and I would love it

Fic O'Ween Day 7: Pumpkin Spice, for the Cubs :) Kudos and thanks to @noots-fic-fests and @lumosinlove for fest details and characters!

“You’re so cute when you’re grumpy,” Leo hummed, nuzzling into the soft fluff of curls above Logan’s ear. A wordless grumble answered him and he smiled. “Like a kitten, getting all puffed up.”

“—fucking—taxes, mon dieu—”

Cranky French interspersed the muttered undercurrent. Leo wasn’t worried; Logan got loud and direct when he was angry. This was nothing more than the usual fussiness. “I made muffins.”

“—witchcraft fuckery—”

“With cranberries,” he coaxed.

Logan aggressively scribbled out a line on his notepad, but Leo felt him lean closer.

“You’ve been here for two hours, cher.”

He pressed a flat palm between Logan’s shoulders, rubbing gently over the tight muscle and warm skin beneath his shirt. It was one of Finn’s, he thought—a faded thing from the Strand in the pretty red that made his eyes pop. It might have been a gift from some point in their college years, but that was unlikely. Logan had always preferred petty theft from their closets to actually owning anything he liked.

Logan groaned under his breath and pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I’m going to commit felonies against the IRS.”

“Very American of you.”

“Get out of my apartment.”

“It was my apartment first,” Leo smiled into his temple, and sealed it with a kiss. “C’mon. Muffin time. You’re hangry.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t do your own taxes.”

“I can. It’s just that I have a boyfriend who offers to do them for me.”

Logan snorted. “Do you?”

“Mhmm.” He wrapped his arms around Logan from behind, bending slightly. “He’s real smart, too. Capable. Knows how to do math.”

“What a dreamboat,” Logan deadpanned.

“Yeah, you got it.” He was still tense in Leo’s hold, but it softened when Leo pulled his hat off and kissed the top of his head. “I have a thing for nerds.”

“Boo. Go away, I need to finish this.”

“You’re sure you don’t want a muffin? They’re still warm.”

“Not hungry.”

Liar, liar. “Alright. More for me, then.” He nipped the shell of Logan’s ear. “I’ll tell Harzy he’s got free reign.”

“Fine, whatever.”

Leo rolled his eyes and hoped Logan felt it. “Taxes aren’t due until April, baby.”

Logan’s pen gave a prompt clack. “Ouais, and if I put it off until then, you won’t see me for four days. Let me drown in my spreadsheets, please.”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

Logan grumbled something like never makes me happy, but if he wanted to continue making himself miserable, Leo couldn’t really stop him. He had already offered muffins; what more could he do?

He had only partially been telling the truth, anyway. One batch of the muffins was done. It was just that he tended to get excited when fall hit, and ravenous when hockey season started, and every recipe spontaneously doubled in his hands like a cornucopian miracle. Some people kept special daylight lamps around. Leo had a five-pound bag of Craisins and a free afternoon to go absolutely ham with the last bit of sunlight energy he could throttle from October. They all had their own methods of dealing with it.

He only burnt his fingertips a little while prying a muffin from the tin and popping it into his mouth in one bite, and considered that a win.

An hour passed without much change. Leo measured, Logan worked. Leo mixed, Logan groused. Leo doled out batter to (perfectly-lined) muffin tins, Logan scribbled away at his notepad and beat Google Calendar into submission. Finally, as the third tray went in, Leo watched him stand with a groan worthy of an octogenarian and wander stiffly down their short hallway. He smiled to himself and set the oven timer. The work would be done soon enough. If he popped a show on and got comfortable on the couch, he might even be able to tempt Logan away from his numbers into a pre-dinner snuggle.

Whistling echoed from the hall outside, followed by the jingle of keys. Finn was already kicking his shoes off when the door opened, clicking his tongue to the rhythm of whatever played in his earbuds. His face brightened when he saw Leo. “Sup, Butter?”

“Heads up.” A muffin sailed through the air and Finn caught it, barely. “Tremzy’s cheating on me.”

“Wh—” Finn gave a hard blink and glanced over his shoulder. “Is this—I’m going to walk out and come back in again. Wrong apartment. Sorry, cheating? Logan Tremblay? Are we talking about the same person? If you’re talking about me, I’ve made sure that joke is overdone.”

“Her name is Microsoft Excel, and she’s got to be stopped.”

“Oh.” Finn’s bafflement became a regretful nod as he joined Leo by the sink. “His first love. I see the problem.”

“He turned down muffins.”

“Damn, this guy sounds lame. Need a new boyfriend?”

Leo kissed his sideways grin and flipped the water on. “Not currently looking to fill that position, but I’ll keep you at the top of my list.”

Finn’s arms folded around his waist and gave a gentle squish. “You should let me do that, babe.”

“Just rinsing.”

“Hmm.” He felt a kiss through his shirt. “Been cooking all day?”

“Mostly. Reg called this morning and I’m going out with Bliz and Cole at five.”

“What, I’m not invited?” Finn asked with false offense.

“Goalies only,” Leo said with even falser sympathy.

“Reyes isn’t a goalie.”

“Well, we like him better.”

Finn’s indignant noise was stifled by a mouthful of muffin and Leo laughed, jumping at the light pinch to his hip where his shirt rode up. He let Finn shoo him away from the sink with a dishtowel and waited by the counter instead to admire the way he shoved his sweater sleeves up to his elbows.

The bathroom door opened and Leo watched Logan make his way back to the table, all grimaces and stretches, with a final jaw-cracking yawn as he fell into his chair again. The neckline of his shirt was damp, like he had washed his face. He took no notice of the sneakers by the door or Finn at the sink.

“Hey, Lo,” Leo called. “Gotcha something.”

“An accountant?”

Like you’d let anyone else handle this. “A treat.”

“Thought you made muffins.”

Leo caught Finn’s smile out of the corner of his eye and shut the faucet off, passing him the towel. “Nope, different treat.”

“What is it?”

“Guess.”

“Uh…” Logan trailed off, tapping his pen against the notepad. “I don’t know, what?”

“C’mon, humor me.”

“Give me a hint.”

Leo bit his lip against a smile and hooked his finger in Finn’s waistband, guiding him away from the sink. “Pumpkin spice.”

Finn had to turn his face into his shoulder to muffle a snort. Leo pressed three fingers over Finn’s lips, not that it would do much. Ahead of them, Logan’s shoulders relaxed. “You got me coffee? That’s nice of you.”

“Try again.”

“What—uh, bread. Pumpkin bread.”

“Sweeter.”

“Cake?”

“Sweeter.”

“…doughnuts?”

“You like it more than doughnuts.”

“Is it…like, Halloween candy, or something?” Logan sat back from the table and lifted his arms to adjust his hat; Leo caught Finn around the waist and hefted him off his feet, then plopped him with great ceremony into Logan’s waiting lap.

“Oh, hi there,” Finn laughed.

“Coucou.” Logan’s eyes crinkled with the force of his smile and he ducked his laughter into Finn’s neck. “Pumpkin spice, eh?”

“Apparently.” Finn shuffled into a more upright position and slung his arm across Logan’s shoulders, toying lightly with his mussed curls. “A little birdie told me you’ve been up to no good. Taxes, scowling, refusal of muffins.”

Logan’s cheeks darkened with a blush. He cast Leo a guilty look. “Sorry.”

“There’s a heavy punishment for neglecting baked goods,” Finn informed him. “We have to take you into custard-y.”

“Get off me.”

“And you have to pay a fine of a hundred kisses before five o’clock.”

Logan’s eyebrows rose with interest—his loose hold around Finn’s waist tightened. “Stay on me. Quoi?”

“This is serious business, Mr. Tremblay.”

“Who gets this payment?”

“Well, it’s a half-and-half deal.” Leo didn’t know how Finn kept his face so solemn. “Half to the lawyer—me, obviously—and half to the baker who was so cruelly slighted in this afternoon’s incident.”

“Do I have to pony up all at once, or can I make…” Logan nudged up against Finn’s cheek, a dimple just barely forming. “…a down payment?”

“I’m sure something can be arranged.”

“Hmm.” Their kiss was soft enough to make Leo’s breath stutter in his chest—just a whisper over Finn’s bottom lip that had him chasing more. Logan bumped their noses together. “Spicy.”

Finn all but melted into his chest. “You know it.”

Jade eyes darted over and fixed Leo in place. Logan cast a quick up-and-down look over him, then propped his chin on Finn’s shoulder and gave a small, close-lipped smile. “That baker better get over here so I can give him a piece of my mind.”

The countertop was oven-warm when Leo leaned back. “How much are we giving to charity?”

Logan blinked. “Seventeen percent.”

“What’s seventeen percent of fifty?”

“Eight and a half.”

Leo stepped forward and braced his hands on the back of the chair, bracketing Logan’s head. “Tip your local bakeries, Tremblay. You owe me fifty-eight and a half kisses.”

Confusion blossomed into the kind of smile Leo lived for. “Let’s call it an even twenty percent. I’m feeling generous.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn ohara #cubs #oknutzy #coast to coast #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #fluff #pumpkin spice #fic o’ween 2023

[adobe-outdesign]

Have you reviewed torkoal or turtonator? I remember when sun and moon was released everyone thought turtonator evolved from torkoal

(This is part 2 of this request.)

Turtonator is a not only a turtle (specially a mata mata), but also basically a living landmine—it has an exploding shell that detonates when stepped on by prey, with the mata mata actually being an ambush predator itself. Neat!

And the idea of explosions is clearly visually demonstrated by its shell, which has the spikes of a mata mata but arranged in a radial pattern on top of an eight-pointed polygon. This makes its shell look like one big explosion, with shrapnel being flung from the middle and and the yellows and reds representing the actual flames.

I also really like its expression, which is delightfully smug, and its unique noot-noot snoot. The explosion pattern of its shell is also mimicked by its head and legs, which is a nice touch.

However, as much as I like the shell itself and the concept, there are a lot of aspects of the design I find really awkward and overly-detailed. For example, the tail; having it be red causes it to blend into the shell and obscures the explosion pattern, rather than just doing the warm gray of the body or even not having a tail (this also would've improved the color balance). And speaking of too much detail, the yellow on the mouth and snoot are distracting and it would've looked better without those markings, especially because they clutter the face.

The head explosion is also way too uniform, lacking the jutting brown spikes that made the main shell work. The arms are also weirdly smooth, and instead of the underside sharing the same polygonal shape as the top, it's also... well, weirdly smooth. The hole in the middle's cool, but the underside just does not look like it fits with the top side. All of this really bogs down the design and makes it look like a cluttered mess despite the strong visual focus and concept.

(Side note: I've heard some people argue that Turtonator needs a pre-evo. I'm not opposed to the idea, but it would it would mostly depend on the concept of the pre-evo and if it enhances the line. And no, I don't think Torkoal would fit—the two are completely different thematically, and are almost complete opposites visually.)

So yeah, basically a strong concept and visuals unfortunately bogged down by some unnecessary clutter. Still, it's interesting and memorable, which is the most important thing.

#turtonator #pokemon #pokemon reviews

[therealnoot]

Yeah Hi there, I’m Noot. New(ish) to tumblr.

Currently in a (a hat in time) phase (again) so I finally decided I should share to the world the array of snatchers I have. (Yes. Very original with snatcher characters) who would’ve thought purple ghost noodles would’ve been the start of my tumble account? I’m already RUINED.

Naturally I’d just leave it at that and let everyone suffer in wondering who in the world ARE these snatchers, I suppose it’s only fair of me to explain them? At least introduce them to you, whomever may be reading this. We’ll start simple with the bright glowy flower boy. All the way on the left.

That’s Florent Snatcher. Florent for short.

He’s from a sorta private project au APIT (A Petal in time) that deals with hanahaki disease but with a twist! This mans has a disease, he spreads and infects people (can’t have anything nice in subcon). He’s generally a very sweet (trauma ridden) ghost. VERY DIFFERENT from canon snatcher or anything like that. He’s actually very nice, enjoys talking to people and is still HORRIBLY in love with Vanessa. Sucks she hates his guts (Soul mate reference)

Florent canonically floods his own forest with his tears. Mans cries a lot, okay? Flood warning.

The one all the way on the right is Oleander.

He was like at first an alternate timeline Florent that instead of the hanahaki forming from his love for Vanessa, he unlike Florent stopped loving Vanessa, thus he is not covered in doom flowers. But he’s an edgy ASSHOLE who wears killer eyeliner to hold together his broken non-existent ego.

Funfact! Oleander is just a feral Florent. He’s not special.

Now, the one in the middle is.. “ The Frost King “

Basically, I took the subcon story AND DESTROYED IT. Vanessa and Prince have swapped abilities. Prince having ice and Vanessa having Fire. Basically bad stuff happened, still haven’t decided how but mans has been battered, beaten and brain washed by Vanessa after getting locked in the cellar. Whodda thunk? Now he’s Vanessa “ Perfect Prince “. Heavy quote unquote. Mans froze over all of subcon. He’s just a frightened guard dog, that’s it, his entire personality.

I really screwed Frost Snatcher over. Basically it’s a “ Something’s wrong “ (Vanessa W) alternate timeline.

I guess that’s all. For now. I might actually die forever again. Or I might post more in the future. Who knows. All you have to know is I have snatchers who all cry when face to face with Vanessa. These men will break down crying at the mere thought of her. Trauma moment. Anyways I am logging off ( don’t delete my save file ) - Noot

#a hat in time #snatcher #ahit snatcher #ahit #aPit (A petal in time) #Florent Snatcher #Oleander Snatcher #Frost King Snatcher

[nikarie5]

Sugar Rush - snippet

Rating: General audience. No ships. Juvenile diabetes, bullying, racism, and sexism. Incorrect medical advice. Excessive use of commas and run-on sentences.

General description: Remus helps one of his summer Cubs navigate how to continue in sports after a diagnosis of Type 1A diabetes. Thanks to @lumosinlove for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for the prompts and cards, and @hazelnoot-analyst for their archive work :)

Remus sifted through his inbox, which was usually pretty quiet during the summer months before training camp kicked off. There would, however, sometimes be the odd e-mail from a parent related to the Cubs teams he coached, so he continued to check his Lions' e-mail everyday. Sure enough, today, he had two e-mails, one from the ice manager about when the Cubs were expected to arrive for their special arena tour the coming week. One from - hmmm - one from the administration forwarding an e-mail from Mr. Sanchez, father to one of the more gifted Cubs Remus has coached in the past three seasons. Lucía had joined their program as a seven year old, and now, at nine, was one of the best skaters and players on the ice. She had worked hard to catch up to the kids who had grown up on the ice, learning to skate as soon as they could walk, and she showed an instinctive grasp of hockey tactics and reading plays on the fly. She had missed last week, and he hoped this wasn't bad news. Remus clicked open the e-mail, scanned it quickly, then let out a breath. It wasn't good news, but it certainly wasn't as bad as he feared. Lucía had just been diagnosed with juvenile diabetes, and was afraid that she couldn't play hockey anymore. Remus fired out a response, inviting Lucía and her father to a meeting before the next practice. Then, he hit the books. Well, he hit the internet, collecting resources from reliable sites he already knew of and sniffing out some sites with information that might be more accessible to an 8-year old, and some resources in Spanish, just in case. Then he called his buddy Jake, a former NFL tight end Remus had met during his courses at Madison. Jake, a Type 1A diabetic, did a couple of sessions at the university each year for aspiring trainers on how to assist athletes with diabetes, and Remus had stayed in touch. He also fired off an e-mail to Luke Kunin, who had started working with the Madison sports trainers in high school while Remus was finishing up his program, even though Kunin's freshman year was after Remus' graduation. The following Tuesday, Remus felt ready to go. He met Lucía and Mr. Sanchez in the lobby, and ushered them through to his office so they could be assured of privacy. It broke his heart a little to hear Lucía look so defeated when she declared that she couldn't play anymore. Diabetic Mexican girls have no place on the ice, her doctor said. At that, Remus shot a look to Mr. Sanchez, whose jaw had clenched so tight, Remus was afraid he might crack a tooth. "But, you are from Honduras. Lucía, don't believe anything someone says if they can't even get that right once you've told them. Your doctor is very, very, very wrong." "The school says it too, and other players. Only some girls can play hockey, and not brown girls, and not sick brown girls. They say I will get a sugar rush and fall down whenever I skate fast. And they say I will get too fat to skate, only fat Mexicans get diabetes." "I am sorry you had to listen to that. None of what they say is true. I will keep a stronger ear out for that kind of bullying and ask the other coaches to do better too. That kind of attitude does not belong on the ice, in the locker room, or anywhere."

Then, point by point, Remus demolished the false statements, explaining that diabetes is different from a sugar rush, and that with careful management, Lucía can not only play any sport she wants, but excel at it. He shared the tips from Jake and Luke about how to wrap Lucía's new continuous glucose monitor and pump so that they were protected without impeding movement or insulin flow. He talked about nutrition and managing diet in the sense of being aware of how your body was feeling, and learning when and what to eat ahead of expected activities, and how to recognise a low. He shared his stories of working with Kunin, and how the whole World Junior team kept jelly beans in their pockets and on the bench, just in case Kunin needed to quickly raise his blood sugar. He talked about how the discipline and awareness of how her body is feeling that Lucía will develop while managing her diabetes might help her with the work needed to become a professional athlete, if that is a goal she decides to pursue (although nothing can guarantee anyone will make it to a professional, - and doesn't Remus know all about that, he thinks silently to himself - but diabetes certainly shouldn't stop her).

An alarm started to ring from the desk, and noting that it was almost practice time, he gave Lucía a handful of the temporary tattoos Jake had courriered over to him, some a simple blue circle, others the circle with the words Insulin Dependent written underneath. Then he sent Lucía off to change into her gear, but asked Mr. Sanchez to stay behind for a second.

"What your doctor said to Lucía was incredibly inappropriate, damaging, and incorrect. Is there any chance you can switch doctors?"

"I have already started the process to transfer Lucía to a pediatrician who specialises in juvenile diabetes." "Good. If that doesn't work out, please reach out to us here, and we will try to share more resources and make some connections with organisations the Lions work with regularly. Also, if I may be so bold, please report that doctor to the state board and the US Department of Health and Human Services. I have to head to the ice, but, please, don't hesitate to reach out to me if you have any other questions or concerns about Lucía playing hockey. I can set up another meeting like this anytime this summer. Lucía is a gifted player and a great leader on the ice, hockey would be worse off without her playing."

#lumosinlove #sweater weather fanfic #hazelnoots #fic fest #fic-o-ween #gryffindorlions #remus lupin #diabetes

[harmlessplant]

@sad-nooting-tuna replied to your post “so this was actually much easier and way quicker...”:

Hey, sorry if you get this a lot, but what is your approach to modeling these stylized faces? I've been having a lot of trouble with it and would love to know your methods.

​There’s no special trick to it, when it comes right down to it nearly all human models follow the same facial structure topology rules. You just need to know where to place your loops.

I would illustrate this better but my fingers are recovering from a burn right now but basically, you just need to plan out your loops and poles. Loops for the eye sockets going into the brow ridge and cheek, a loop around the top of the nostril encasing the mouth. Those are the two big things I’ve noticed help a lot with keeping consistently good topology for later deformation. If you can plot where those loops will be on the model, you’ll have a better time building out the rest of the face

Of course it also helps to have plenty of reference images to draw from AND to have a design that was made with 3D in mind. Both the models in the original post are my own designs that I made with intent to visualize them in 3D space and had a clear idea of what they looked like. If possible, having a front and side view of the character in the actual scene while you build your model is monumentally helpful with staying on model. Essentially tracing over the front and side of the model will help produce the proper 3D results

(i don't always do that but i did end up doing this with a basic anatomy reference with one of the models just to help it look a little better)

#sad-nooting-tuna

[magicmvx]

Having discovered that Deepsea!Raz's Oatmeal is a seahorse- I must know- Any and all Raz-es that can and want to- Could you please show us what your little noot noots look like? PLEASE????

Special noot noots. They are really helpful in their universe for example Dragon Raz's Oatmeals can save your life if you find one growing nearby. (Might make more info cards to his universe) Bird Raz's Oatmeals are usually used to help young people to learn fly. They generate bouncy bubbles if they can't fly so they'll land safely

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #mermaid raz #bird raz #dragon raz

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales 11

In which an invited guest becomes an uninvited, invited guest. Also, Noot tries to be annoyed, but he can't truly.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11(you are here)

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8)

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Lyra returned with bags of things. Toys, clothing, pajamas, children's books, board games, children's vitamins, small toothbrushes, toothpaste formulated for children, and even step stools so they could stand at the sinks. Much of it Nightmare never would have thought of getting. He helped unpack the bags after sending the boys off with a puzzle.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" She asked as she handed him a bottle of children's body wash specially formulated for skeletons and similar monsters.

"They are my responsibility. Besides, this will only be until they are restored," Nightmare said as he looked at the bottle. "Raising children seems to have become more complicated since I was young."

"Our knowledge of their needs has expanded, that is all," She said softly.

"Is that so…," Nightmare hummed as he set the bottle down. "I need to leave them for a time tomorrow. Could you watch them then?"

"May I ask where you are going?" She inquired.

"To pay a visit to the one who did this to them," he stated. "I want to know what potion that witch used."

They paused as they heard boney feet clicking on the floor. Killer and Cross came running into the kitchen, all excited with big smiles. "we finished the puzzle!" Killer exclaimed.

"come and see!" Cross added as he grabbed one of Nightmare's and Lyra's hands each to pull them along.

Dust stayed in the doorway, with Horror. The child version of his tallest henchman had tears in his sockets. "mr. night… if it's okay, can he have more of those pills for his head? it's hurting him again."

"Ah, yes… let me get that for him, and then I will come to look at your puzzle," Nightmare said as Cross let him go. He walked over to grab the pill bottle and shook out the dosage recommended for someone so young. This was really concerning. How often was Horror's head hurting him? Was this typical? Did he just adjust to the pain?

Killer and Cross were now over by Horror, apologizing they didn't notice before and asking if they could help. Horror shook his head, "i… didn't want to say anything."

"Please do. I do not wish for you to be in pain when you don't need to be," Nightmare said as he offered the pills and some water to the child.

Once the pills were taken, he scooped Horror up, who leaned into Nightmare and closed his sockets. Dust took hold of one of his tentacles as he walked to the entertainment room to see the puzzle. "Ah, yes, you four did a good job putting that together. Now, I do believe it is time for bed."

"aww, do we gotta?" Killer whined.

Lyra clapped her hands together, "I know! Let us have a pajama party! I will be watching you four tomorrow and have rudely invited myself to stay the night to save me a trip." She winked at Nightmare, who felt his face flush a little.

"That is rather rude, but I will allow it since you have been so helpful. You still have things here. In your room, anyway," Nightmare sighed and looked away.

"Hmmm, if I have a room here, and it is indeed my room, is it really that rude to stay unannounced?" Lyra inquired.

"Yes, it is still rude. Children, let this be a lesson: always ask if you may stay over at someone's house," Nightmare said, making this a teasing teaching moment.

 "My, my, how bitter. One would think you were a fan of black coffee and not hot chocolate," Lyra giggled as Nightmare shot her a glare and then looked back at the boys. "He may act tough, but Mr. Night is sweet, much like his drink of choice."

"nu uh! mr. night is mean!" Killer announced.

"yes, very mean and terrible," Cross added.

"Good boys," Nightmare smiled as they beamed at him with big smiles. He then gave Lyra a smug grin as she snickered.

"You have trained them well, I see," She teased, then shook her head. "I stand corrected; Mr. Night is truly a nightmare."

The Guardian of Balance and the children giggled at her pun. Nightmare couldn't help but glare at her again, even if his face felt hot under the cool corruption over it. If she noticed his glare, she ignored it as she smiled brightly at the children. 

Once they all settled down, she offered to take Horror from Nightmare. "Now, how about if you four get into your pajamas so I can see if they fit. And maybe, while we are away, Mr. Night can prepare a spot for you four to have a slumber party after watching another movie."

"Inviting yourself over and changing my plans, I see," Nightmare tried to sound annoyed, but he wasn't. Having the group together and near him might do his nerves well. "Fine, I will have some nests ready when you five get back."

They left, though Dust seemed very hesitant. He looked back at Nightmare as if asking if this was okay. The dark skeleton simply nodded, and Dust followed the others. Ferrous trailing behind with Bill pouncing playfully at the dog's legs. Once alone, Nightmare sighed. As much as he felt he should feel upset, he couldn't. He was thankful to not be alone.

Still, this was his home… his henchmen… and their pets… he could handle this.

He then left the room and got the bedding needed to make his boys a cozy place to sleep.

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#GoopTales #nightmare!sans #dust!sans #killer!sans #cross!sans #horror!sans #Balance!Toriel #Gaurdian!Toriel #Lyra!Toriel #FuzzyNight #FuzzyNight = Nightmare/Lyra #babybones #Nightmare likes things properly done #He is very neat and organized #Lyra - as the guardian of balance - brings just the right amount of chaos into his life.

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#asks

[hoshigray]

hoshi my sweetie i must ask do you watch tokyo rev? happy may (happy me cs it my birth month) noot noot 🫶🏻

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