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gtschnickschnack · 9 months

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i love thinking abt specific things on borrowers' scale so heres some thoughts on clothing folds and physics! this is a mixture of me looking at doll clothes and making the rest up

#giant tiny #g/t #sfw gt #borrowers #g/t handheld #schnickart #borrower!elias #he had to be my model fo this one #i told him to pose and everything #dont @ me if i dont keep doing clothes like this. some folds just look too akward and for the most part i just want my art to look good #not realistic #but its all fun to think about nontheless... borrowers live in a world of stiff and heavy clothing and its just normal to them

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 8 months

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So I am autistic, not very high on the spectrum, and I would love to ask for a fluff request with Daryl Dixon but as a father figure. The girl is like 19 and she is Rick Grimes daughter or whatever. So she had moments when she’s excited or happy, maybe nervous she fidgets and won’t stop moving around. She will also just make random noises just to calm nerves or something. Big crowds bother her and cause her to be just overstimulated so maybe Daryl takes her away from like the party and outside where he calms the reader down? I know from experiences that I am a very touch sensitive person with textures, so what if he uses his poncho knowing it’s a texture that is for comfort for her, or Dog could be used for the comfort too. Just overall him being a dad figure to the reader. But I am obsessed with fluff

Thank you so much for the request!! I’m so sorry for how long it took! I hope it’s what you were looking for! I of course don’t go through what you go through so this might not be realistic/ authentic and I apologise if it isn’t! But I hope it doesn’t disappoint!

Simple reassurance

The small party being held in the Monroe families house within Alexandria’s protective walls. You were already feeling incredibly anxious and this didn’t help you one single bit. You always struggled with crowds and lots of people, it made you uncomfortable and well… this was making you increasingly uncomfortable, your hands fidgeting by your side- a slight clicking coming from your mouth. It was a sound you made without even being aware of… but it happened every time you were anxious, worried or embarrassed. Almost like a cringe… because you truly didn’t want to be there. Parties during the apocalypse just seemed bizarre. Absurd. It felt wrong.

And unbeknownst to you your closest friend had spotted your odd behaviour. Daryl was incredibly observant and he knew just by your body language that you were uncomfortable, people drinking around you, attempting to engage you in conversation yet you were clearly anxious and didn’t want anything to do with it. “Hey y/n,” the older man called grabbing your attention, your hands almost stimming as you struggled to keep them still, fingers wiggling as your wrists almost hit against your sides. It wasn’t your fault… you just felt incredibly sick. So many people. So many different smells of food and beverages, you just felt sick to your stomach. His hand gently grabbed a hold of your wrist where he quickly lead you outside and into the fresh air, where you automatically calmed down, body language becoming calmer and more neutral “you good?” He spoke gruffly your hands now squeezing in and out of fists, body feeling tingly in the most revolting way. Textures often helped make these feelings go away- sometimes you’d just touch your clothes and that would help but that wasn’t solving the issue this time.

“I- I feel like I have a fucking microfibre cloth on me… it’s freaking me out..” you expressed to Daryl you grew more concerned, he knew what you were like and how textures often helped “here,” he reached his hands out towards you, offering his hands “hold my hands.” Daryl wasn’t a very touchy person… never in fact… but he cared very much about you and just wanted you to be okay. He knew what it was like to feel… odd… feet not grounded on the floor. It was almost anxiety inducing. He also understood the fact that you were touch sensitive, so he was always cautious no matter what. Your hands shakily gripped onto his rougher dirtier hands his touch gentle and reassuring as he gave your hands a simple squeeze yet within ten seconds you had to pull away

“I- I’m sorry… I just…” “no. Don’t apologise. Come with me..” he spoke before nodding in the direction of his home before he began walking, you trailing slightly behind him as you followed after him before eventually being lead into his home. You sat down on the couch in the living room, Daryl disappearing before returning crossbow in hand and an arrow, you took the crossbow into your hands the cold texture making that little crack in reality shine through as a soft breath soon left your lips “you know you really shouldn’t force yourself to do things you aren’t comfortable with…” he spoke softly the look on your face proving it all as he let out a soft grunt, quickly shaking his head “I know what you’re goin’ to say. You’re a people pleaser.. ya need to learn how to say no.” He spoke sternly his eyes full of concern yet a lot of care and affection for you. He was always a reserved man but seemed to hold a lot of care for you.

Your thumb traced over the arrow head before you glanced back at Daryl “teach me how to say no.” You spoke Daryl not responding to that as instead he whistled, tapping his thigh loudly “dog! Hey dog! C’mere boy!” He called, dog happily trotting into the room greeting Daryl before the dog bound over to you, snout immediately pushing into your lap, the arrow now beside you as instead your palms were stroking against the dogs fur , entangling within his soft winter coat the texture immediately bringing you comfort, dog wagging his tail as he licked your cheek tail at a medium height, wagging happily. “Even dog agrees.” He spoke, you glancing at Daryl before letting out a soft laugh “you know I can’t say no.” You murmured Daryl shaking his head in disagreement before sighing softly “I’m okay now.” You reassured continuing to fuss dog, Daryl raising his brows at you knowing there was some sort of a catch to your words “I’ll go back to the par-“ “nope.” He cut you off shaking his head “but you can come with-“ “no y/n. I don’t like people. And I know you’ll panic if you go in there again.” He spoke you knowing he was right as you instead focused on dog, running your fingers through dogs fur, dog licking your cheek again, paws coming to collide against your thighs his tail wagging faster and faster “dog come,” Daryl soon called hearing your soft laughter as dog continued to lick your face your eyes squeezed shut- as if the animal knew you needed something to laugh about, not listening to Daryl as he continued licking over your face, daryl watching with amusement before shaking his head “dog, hey boy!” He called again clapping his hands the dog bounding over to him before Daryl stood up fussing dog before walking over to you, you standing up before watching him carefully “can I hug you?” He asked you, he knew your boundaries and knew what made you uncomfortable but also what you struggled with so always asked no matter what. You nodded your head the man getting closer to you before pulling you into his embrace his hug gentle and careful but also secure and safe.

“Please learn how to say no.” He spoke to you a small smile tugging at your lips before you sighed softly “okay… I’ll try to.” You reassured with a soft laugh Daryl soon pulling back hands resting upon your shoulders “good. You better.” He spoke a playful threat coming from him but you knew he was just playing around “now first… will you go into that party?” He asked “no.” You said after a moment or two Daryl smiled “good. You’ve got no one to please other than yourself. Now go pick up that crossbow and we can go hunting yeah… get our own food.” You smiled amused you loved hunting with Daryl. It was your favourite thing ever.

“Squirrels?” You asked and he nodded

“Squirrels… or maybe even deer if we’re lucky.” He chuckled out making you smile widely. Gods did you love him.

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trash-magics-blog · 10 months

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Pool Party with them!

* Slight Price x reader, includes some alerudy and slight ghostsoap if you read between the lines and just imagine they are all off duty atm*

You and John are hosting the pool party because your guys house has a 7ft pool and it was a hot summer, so what not better to do than have a pool party!

Everyone was there too, Farah and Alex where hanging by the grill, Alex was cooking somewhat to show off to Farah his cooking skills and he also just enjoyed it, they each had a beer in their hand as well, occasionally John would go and make sure Alex wasn't burning anythingor getting distracted.

Simon was hanging by the edge of the pool with his legs in the water also with a beer that Johnny would take sips out of whenever he would swim to Ghost. Johnny whenever he wasn't by Simon though would be cannonballing into the pool with Alejandro or Kyle, him and Kyle especially tried to make big splashes and make each other laugh.

Alejandro and Rudy were babysitting a niece of Alejandros so she was brought along too, everyone adored her and did their best to make her feel welcomed, from Alejandro throwing her in the pool to laswell letting her braid her hair whenever she needed a break from swimming. Rudy was drinking a beer and Alejandro told him not to get to drunk... (I head canon Rudy to be like a fun kinda wild drunk) to which Rudy pushed him in the pool and made everyone laugh, even Alejandro.

Laswell sun bathed most of the time, or would talk to whoever was at the grill at the time. Konig and Horangi were swimming in there own little area, occasionally going over and talking to Simon and Johnny, Johnny tried to get on Konigs shoulders but he would lose balance and make them both go underwater.

Price stayed around the edge of the pool with a beer and just relaxed, sometimes getting splashed by Johnny or Kyle's cannonballs. You would just walk around and see how everyone was doing, a few cannonballs with Soap here and there but you always made your way back to Price to take a drink of his drink and swim around with him, he would grab at your hip or waist underwater at times just to be cheeky and then look at you like he did nothing. Eventually Graves arrived even though he wasn't invited, but he added his own little...charm to the party, just kinda going around antagonizing everyone slightly but he still made everyone laugh at times.

Alejandro had gotten a little bit to drunk and started to dance with Rudy and when he thought Rudy was off his guard he dragged Rudy into the pool with him, safe to say Rudy did not expect it.

Eventually everyone started to get tired and calmed down, everyone was out of the pool and sitting down eating dinner, Rudy had Alejandros niece on his lap almost fast asleep and Alejandro on his shoulder, Rudy knew Alejandro was gonna feel hungover like hell in the morning so he took them both home early after saying his goodbyes to everyone. Next to leave was Konig and Horangi, they thanked you and Price and then left. Alex and Farah cleaned up the grilling area and gossiped with you and Price for awhile before leaving after dark with Laswell and Graves. So the rest that remained are you, Price, Johnny and Simon and Gaz. You all just went back to Yours and Prices apartment and stayed in the living room talking and jut bullshitting mostly before soap passed out on ghost and Gaz fell asleep on one of the recliners. Ghost fell asleep with and arm around Johnny and you and Price just decided to leave them there and head to bed, the party was a success and you were both tired.

#cod mw2 #cod fluff #fluff #captian price #ghost cod #john price #mw2 x reader #simon riley #soap mactavish #ghostsoap #alerudy #alejandro vargas #farah mw2 #not realistic #but who gives a fuck #horangi mw2 #kyle garrick #just for sillies

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rivertigo · 3 months

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just walked around in my outfit to music for a bit. I’m convinced I could’ve pulled john taylor in like 1982

#NOT realistic #but I dream 💗

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justsome-di · 3 months

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I saw an Instagram reel just now of bookmarks that get left behind in library books

And it was very cute but when it ended I was like wait where are the tampons? The dental floss? Human hair?

#It was a real cute video I liked it #But also #Not realistic

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dcc-devilscatcafe · 5 months

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Hello! Its December 6th 2023

today's special issss

Strawberry Waffles!! ( With whipped cream! )

Only 5 dabloons!

We also have for today

Milk tea! for 5 dabloons

Please keep an eye out for a proper menu

and remember we can serve any cafe food that exists in real life but it's a fiction cafe!

#Fictional cafe #fiction #fiction blog #Dcc blog #devil's cat cafe #roleplay #roleplay blog #not realistic #dabloons #dabloon cat #for fun #please interact #comfort blog #comfort

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christinered · 6 months

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If this was my mother pulling up and seeing this...

It would not have been the soft concerned "Michael?" his father says.

Oh No...She would have lost her mind out in the street. Waking all the neighbors.

What The Fucks Is Going On Here?! What the fuck are you doing outside at this hour?! Why the hell are you holding that knife?! Where the fuck is your sister?! Why isnt she watching you like shes supposed to?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN MY HOUSE?!!!!

Yep....Thats the only part of this movie I think is far fetched.

He cant die is easier to fathom than his partents not loosing their minds on the curb.

Just Saying.

~Red

#christinered #wisdom of a redhead #aggressive redhead #wiseass smartass badass #unbelieveable #not realistic #michael myers #welcome to broolyn #just saying #too may questions #causing a scene #my mother

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vizzzashley · 7 months

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I was in class, when I started thinking as to why can't I just live in a fantasy/fictional world ( I know why I can't). But then it suddenly struck me, what if I am living in some author's story, a fictional one. Does that make me a main character, or the side cast? Did the author gave me a happy ending? Or was it really sad? Did I end up getting what I wanted? Did I found love? Was I successful? Did my dreams come true?

Sigh

Again, it's all just imagination.