#now the whole thing is deleted even though it took forever to do

[kanmom51]

Ahm... HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK

And happy JK day Jikookers.

What a morning to wake up to!!!

You open your eyes and this is what you are hit with.

The black and white couple in BLACK & WHITE.

Happy birthday Kookie indeed.

Yes, that was JM's hashtag: Happy birthday Kookie or Kookie's birthday, depending on your translator.

I am definitley still processing.

Well JM, you have definitely out done yourself.

Better than even this:

Ok then, did I not say that JM will not disappoint us? He NEVER does!!!

And yes. JM posted it to his account. Not a story. Not something that will be deleted or go away within 24 hours.

No.

JM posted this photo of the two of them in Connecticut on his IG timeline for forevers!!! Right next to his hot boyfie's Hot 100 post.

Yes JM, we know your boyfie is Hot and he's all yours. And you have now told us all just that. You claimed him!!! He is definitley yours.

Had a hoot reading the comments, lol. Someone asking if they are together, and the answers. Many answer yes (surprising), but then, the denial some people are in. Besties. Brothers. Ok then. 🤣🤣🤣 Those calling them besties are probably same ones that ignore Jikook moments, ot7-fy them, dismiss them, but now they are besties... Well, my partner is also my bestie, so...

Good thing my timeline is curated, lol. I cannot imagine the way the fandom is imploding. I think this is kind of a good description though:

So yeah, JM did not disappoint.

And dropping it at the start of the day for all of us to go nuts for the whole day too, lol.

Now, doing that, posting so early on (may I remind you that the last couple of years he posted toward the end of the birthday or even just after the day ended?), I cannot help wonder if there is more coming for us today...

I mean, JK's live, well an 9 minute live, an all new record for him. Funny how his records are how short his lives are, lol.

What do we know so far?

JK was out to dinner with others that he was practicing with.

Took photos with fans that saw him out.

Posted for his birthday on 31.8.23 at 23:55 or 11:55 pm.

Coming home, still in same outfit as he was eating out, JK goes live for 9 minutes. A new record low (well, apart from his Mingyu live), lol. Shorter than his panty folding live.

He was a man on a mission. Coming to say hi.

Showing us the 2 aces. Army. Yep.

Doing a card trick.

Saying love ya, a term used multiple time by JM.

And diving out of there.

So, I wonder.

First of all, was there someone there already or someone he was expecting to arrive?

Same someone that posted that mind blowing pic to set the fandom on fire.

JK's live was at 00:55 am KST. Going for 9 minutes approx. JM posted at 1:33 am KST. I wonder. I wonder if they picked out that photo together, lol.

Oh, I got sidetracked, didn't I?

Because my point was meant to be: Is this all we are getting this year?

No cake? No long karaoke live? No long live period? No TikTok post from our birthday boy, who told us he is now a TikTok content creator? No Jikook live?

I mean, JM's pic, well it's a gift. But is it gift enough?

And no, I'm not being greedy here talking about a gift for us. I'm talking about a gift for JK. Because JK wants that damn live together. Giving him that live together, that would definitely be a worthy gift for his birthday!! Lol.

Just saying...

Did I mention everything I wanted to? Probably not. I'm writing this off the top of my head rushing to post, cause I need for this to be out there, like 2 hours ago, lol.

Kind of hoping that as the day goes by there will be more to talk about. Kind of counting on it, lol.

Oh wait, did I mention JK was wearing same brand as JM?

Ooh, and forgot to mention that PolyC reposted JM's post:

And last thing before I go:

I just loooooove seeing that JM, can't help myself.

Ok, so this gif does not do the JM justice. Watch the live and see just how pronounced it is!!! LOOOOOOOVE it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOOKIE!!!

#Jungkook #JK #JK birthday #JK birthday 2023 #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM

[malereadermaniac]

Taylor Swift lyrics with Your Crush p.2

Male reader / Male crush

Requested but Tumblr deleted the ask 😭

Helooo! Just wanna mention that while I do look at my ask box frequently, chances are requests won't be done unless I really like the idea - sorry!

So yeah that's also why this took forever to be made.

fyi each lyric is a different scenario, they aren't linked

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please dont have somebody waitin' on you" ~ Enchanted

He was in love with you, (y/c) couldn't deny that anymore, but he was DEEP in the closet

After spending those whole 24h together, it only strengthened his feelings for you

He knew you must like him too after what the two of you did, but during the HUGE amount of talking you two did after having sex (y/c) mentioned his fear or coming out

Now, he's constantly stressed at the idea of you falling for another guy while you wait for (y/c)

He spends nights on end worrying about it, more than he worries about coming out in general

"Oh i remeber you driving to my house in the middle of the night, im the one who makes you laugh even when you're 'bout to cry" ~ You Belong with Me

Not to sound like a pick-me but his girlfriend was horrid

She only dated (y/c) for the social status, a social climber if you would

You and (y/c) have been friends for a while, becoming friends day 1 of high-school

He lived ages away but he would still come over to your house to hang out at least twice a week

You developed a crush on him real quick - after you came out he was one of the few people who stood up for you to the dickheads who thought it was hilarious that your liked guys - and you're heart just skipped a beat

But since he started dating his girlfriend, he's become slightly more distant and definitely less himself

(Y/c) seems overall less happy

So when your phone buzzes in the middle of the night, you could only guess it was (y/c) but the text itself freaked you out

"Im outside please come down"

You're outside ASAP

His eyes are sunken liked he'd been crying or hasn't been sleeping

"Sorry (y/n) I just really needed to talk to someone

You assure him it's okay and ask what's up, and that's when it starts

To summarise, they argued, (y/c) had had enough of his gf controlling little things in his life, she blew up and now he's single

And to summarise again, you invited him in, lent him a shoulder to cry on and the night ended with you two sharing a bed

"I need someone tonight. I'm sorry"

"I could see you in your suit and a neck tie, pass me a note saying 'meet me tonight' then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell" ~ I can see you

After high-school, (y/c) managed to solidify a fancy job, one which had many black tie events - rich people being rich

He would always bring you as a plus one, but you were his "friend" his co-workers had no idea you were his BOY"friend"

He had your permission to do that though, most of the people at these events were investors who were older than stonehenge, so they weren't too fond of gay people

But as soon as the event is over, once the door to the fancy car (y/c) can now afford closes he's all over you and vice versa

By the time you two arrive back home, your neck already had hickeys on it, and his top button is undone along with his gelled hair messed up

Your front door barely locks before (y/c) has you up against a wall, kissing up your neck to your lips

Your hands gently undo his neck tie, juxtaposing his rough hands man-handling you, your mouth, your face

"We could let out friends crash in the living room, this is our place, we make the rules" ~ Lover

You couldn't believe the man you'd known for 4 years, had a college crush on and eventually had a fling with would be the man you buy a house with

He was absolutely enamoured by you since that fateful day during finals, he would fantasise about this day

Memories would be made in this house:

Him sneaking up on you while you were baking in the kitchen, he scared you so much that you hit him with the dough

Playing with the whipped cream afterwards, giggling as he links some off your nose - a moment which could only end in one very spicy way

(Y/c) randomly saying he wanted to paint one of the walls purple at 11pm and the two of you driving to a 24h store and painting the wall until 4am - laughing the whole time

The Christmas lights staying up until the end of January, your friends telling you it was bad luck but the two of you wouldn't take them down - for the sole reason that the two of you couldn't find a day you both had time to do it, refusing to do it by yourselves

"Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending, with all these nights we're spending" ~ King of My Heart

The two of you were close friends, (y/c) had watched you go through every single painful breakup you could ever go through

He subconsciously wished you would break up with your boyfriend everytime you would get with a new one but he'd push those thoughts down for supportive ones for his dear friend

It was late at night, a few weeks after your boyfriend fucked you over again - he was originally your ex which exploited your kind nature, weakling his way back into your life according to (y/c)

Sitting on the hood of his car, you and (y/c) Chat away while drinking WDK, "sweet liquid shit" as (y/c) calls it but he drinks it for you cause you hate all other alcohol

You felt at home, comforted by bring with (y/c), and he felt that this was right, this was how it was supposed to be

That night ended with a kiss, under the moon light, utterly perfect

Or it ended with his car windows steamed up, it's up to you

"Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you, there is an indentation in the shape of you, you made you're mark on me" ~ Dress

He's always been a possessive kinda guy, always touching you in some way

At a formal event, the two of you wanted to keep the PDA at a minimum, but (y/c) couldn't BEAR not being able to touch you for hours, so he decided the next best think was marking you

You'd never shouted at him louder

Not only did he bite your neck and leave a FAT hickey, but it was in a hard to hide spot

You had to spend an extra half hour getting ready cause concealer and Youtube hacks weren't working

Few people at the event noticed and none of them even asked you, but (y/c)'s ego had never soared higher

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #fluff #cute gay #taylor swift #your crush #male crush x male reader #male crush x reader #crush x male reader insert #crush x male reader #crush x reader #crush imagines #male crush #songfic #headcannons #gay headcanon #gay imagine

[satureja13]

Disclaimer: This is the whole (kind of short) story of Vlad, Ji Ho and Luci until now. ~ 7-8 scrolls with 12 pictures. (It's not as long as Jack and Kiyoshi's ^^') I felt the need to put everything in one place before we continue.

Ji Ho and Vlad met on Ji Ho's first day at Choongang Highschool. Ji Ho was deeply traumatized from his past at the brothel on Sulani and Vlad was shocked because he fell in love with Ji Ho at first sight. He still was in grief over his first love Wesley, who got killed by their mentor Leander two years ago. And a curse lies on him: If Vlad ever loves again and is loved the same way back, they both will die. So Vlad hissed at Ji Ho and kept his distance to keep Ji Ho from falling in love with him. (Which was unneccesary. Due to his past, Ji Ho has no interest in 'such things' anyway). For Vlad it already was too late.

They could have been going on like this forever if Ji Ho hadn't been bitten by Genji.

With this Genji claimed Ji Ho and Ji Ho left to live with Genji. Vlad and Saiwa tried to find a way to bring Ji Ho back home. They did, but the only possiblity is to claim Ji Ho back. Which could be deadly for Vlad. Mermaids blood is poisonous for vampires. But Vlad is determined to do anything for his beloved Ji Ho and so he risked it, challenged Genji for duel, drank from Ji Ho - and died. (That was also the first time Vlad drank real blood and so he developed a devouring bloodlust for Ji Ho's blood. Which lead to their separation until Vlad's death.)

Vlad went to hell and back for Ji Ho. With his last life force, Vlad deleted the bond between Ji Ho and Genji and healed Ji Ho from his childhood trauma as good as he could.

Ji Ho met Luci at the Diner de los Muertos, where they worked. Due to Ji Ho's terrible past, Ji Ho never was able to love someone and feels uncomfortable when someone touches him. This all changed with Luci. And after their time at the diner was over, Ji Ho took Luci with him to Copperdale.

And after they removed their magical makeup, Ji Ho learned that Luci had been in Vlad's body! da da daaaaaa! This was a shock for Ji Ho and since Luci doesn't talk, they never found out what really happened. But Ji Ho loves Luci so much that he doesn't care that he looks like Vlad who was always so cold and distanced to him.

And even though Ji Ho was aware that he would loose Luci, he agreed to do everything to bring Vlad back. So they went to the ocean to pull Vlad's soul out of hell, just like Ji Ho had seen in a strange prophetic dream... At first it seemed it hadn't worked and Ji Ho almost drowned, but a few days later... Vlad was back - and blind. And Luci was gone...

They went with Vlad to the 'hospital' and 'the doctor' told them, Vlad would soon be able to see again when he spends time with his 'bonded' (Vlad claiming Ji Ho engaged a bond between them which became stronger after Vlad sacrificed his life to rescue Ji Ho and went to hell and back for him. The bond developed a life of it's own. All about the bond -> here) The doctor's concern was the bloodlust. He suggested Vlad and Ji Ho should 'tighten' the bond to stop it. Giving in to the bloodlust and drinking again from Ji Ho would surely kill Vlad - terminally.

There was no way to avoid it. The bond already started to drain the life power from them and so they set up the 'Event on Winter Solstice' where Vlad and Ji Ho 'tightened' the bond. This made the Bond even more powerful. And the bloodlust was finally overcome and Vlad got his eyelight back.

The bond was in awe - and demanded more. Vlad and Ji Ho felt drawn towards each other. They avoided it but it made them weak. So they started to 'charge' the bond. It wasn't easy to find a way for them to have the necessary physical contact since Ji Ho can't stand to be touched. So Ji Ho had the idea to give Vlad massages... (Since their first massage turned out a bit too 'hot' they decided to have Jack with them to keep an eye on them.) Vlad even let Luci take over his body a few times to make it easier for Ji Ho, but it was too dangerous. They feared Luci would keep Vlad from coming back to be with Ji Ho.

When the Boys went back to the Lab to investigate and they got cought - the bond showed it's full potential: Ji Ho and Vlad were able to cast a teleportation spell! It has it's advantages to keep the bond happy. Vlad and Ji Ho are like Ying and Yang and so they have a different approach to the bond. Even though the bond earned the most power through Vlad's sacrifices (him dying and going through hell for Ji Ho - Vlad even healed Ji Ho from his trauma with his last life force), Ji Ho has the deeper connection to the bond and its needs. And both were able to sense the others feelings (which is helpful since they don't talk to each other) and Vlad even started to be able to locate Ji Ho. Which saved Ji Ho and Jack's life at Yamachan's Party'. There are a few ocassions where Ji Ho hugged Vlad (at Yamachan's Party and twice on New Years Eve) and where the danced together (70s Party and Beltane). All thanks to Luci.

It's not easy for Vlad to endure that Ji Ho only loves Luci. But he loves him so much that he just wants to see him happy. After Vlad returned from hell, he dedicated his second life to Ji Ho. And for Ji Ho it's hard because he never can be with Luci. Luci 'told' Ji Ho twice (in their first dream at Belgraves and in the Mirror Hall) that he wants Ji Ho to be with Vlad. Which is breaking Ji Ho's heart because he thinks Luci is about to leave him. There is no way for Ji Ho to love anyone else than Luci.

To be continued...

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

#background stories #The Story of Ji Ho and Vlad #simblr #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 occult #sims 4 story #woo ji ho #vladimir tepesz #underwater love

[ultraternative]

I've seen a few posts the past few days saying "Oh the 196 subreddit is open again" and like I want to go back to that community and the others I had on reddit, I really do. But I just don't think it'll be the same experience as before.

Not just because of the whole spez thing and my commitment to the bit of switching to tumblr permanently, but because of how it all ended.

I remember it being told like it was the end of days. That we would have to separate from our home, never to return. Sure, people had groups they could join to keep touch, here included, but it wouldn't be the same. 196 was dying out. Nothing more, nothing less.

And I know a lot of other subreddits had a similar or even the exact same thing planned as well. Fairly certain last I saw of the dogelore subreddit they were saying like "it's over forever, subreddit's basically deleted starting blackout," and if those communities still hold true to their decision to stay closed, then I have that much less to go back to as well.

But back on topic, it was a huge and emotional time for everyone. Straight up felt like crying sometimes watching all those posts mourning the loss of what was essentially family to some. One in particular wasn't a new post, but it found new purpose in hitting me the hardest.

Sorry I can't credit the artist, I saved the image without thinking, but this piece originally made for the end of r/place last year I feel got better use with the end of 196. It just resonated so much inside me as I sat there, unable to even do anything but watch it all crumble, like everyone else beside me in its final days. A final goodbye to all the good times and bad that we had gone through.

But it was a healthy goodbye, in my opinion.

And now it's back.

One could argue "like a phoenix rising from ashes" or whatever, but I think it's more like fallout survivors, leaving their bunkers on a post-nuclear world, trying to go back to how it was before. Living in denial of what happened mere moments prior. Pretending they aren't standing in a wasteland, the memories of those now gone just below their feet, blowing away in the wind.

It's not like I didn't look. I mean, I took a quick peek when I first found out it was back. I wanted to think it could go back to normal, but reddit wasn't the same. In a figurative and literal sense. The app got a change in layout or something and it didn't feel right looking at it. But more important, I had to go to 196 and see for myself.

They acted like nothing changed. It wasn't right.

But it did change.

I was curious. Right before I left, I had to make sure the rule was the same. The one constant of the subreddit. It's purpose.

The rule was there, plain as day. "Rule 1: you must post before leaving." Though it wasn't worded exactly like that, it was essentially the same rule.

But it wasn't alone. There were more rules beside it, crowding the space. Yes, they were basically just extensions of what the rule looked like before shutdown for extra clarification, but it defeated the purpose. 196 had one rule, it was always that way. Not anymore. It was a shell of its former self, stained with needless noise.

I didn't follow the rule on the way out. There were no flowers for the grave. I couldn't bear it.

I won't go back again. I can't. Not after all that. I wish I could have it all again, it's right at my fingertips. The door is wide open, arms stretched out, waiting for me to come home. All I need to do is take one step forward.

But I have to dig in my heels. For my own sake. They can live without me there, they've done it before. My life will go on, and so will theirs. Nothing will change there whether I go in or not. But if I take that step forward,

there's no more turning back.

#long post #196 #not really sure i want to keep using that tag #mostly ive been using it to try and get someone to see my posts at all #so i think going forward im gonna stop tagging 196. no matter my feelings #its been a good run but i have to say goodbye once and for all

[fandomfriend]

please help me find a story

so I've been looking for a specific creepypasta for years now. Like, going on 7 or so years now? I remember a lot of details I swear were part of the story, but its been long enough that I suggest taking the details with a grain of salt. It's possible I may be mixing up certain things.

I found it on a creepy pasta wiki of some kind. The site had a kinda grey and red color scheme. It also had a creepy pasta of the month section? Or maybe an author of the month? I found it in a section like that, and I think I remember the authors name being umbrello? Though that may be unrelated.

The story was really really long. Like, it would take several minutes to scroll through a whole page, and it was multiple pages long. I think it was about 17 pages long?

The story was set in a mall before Christmas time. It mentioned that in one wall of the mall was this mural of an old man that was noted as being really creepy. The MC was a guy who worked in the mall, and the store he worked in was near a candle shop? Because it was near Christmas there were a lot of elf on the shelf dolls around the store.

The horror part happens when the guy gets dragged into a game with some kind of evil entity haunting the mural, I think. The entity would send out monsters in the store that would hunt this guy and the customers, especially his friends I think? If the monsters successfully stole someone from the store and dragged them into the mural, the entity won that round. The guy could only fight them off using things he found in the store, anything he took from outside would disappear.

The elf on the shelf dolls were also kinda haunted in some way? They acted as the referees of each round. They would wipe the customers memories after each round, and get rid of any evidence of the monster attacks. I think they also punished any cheating somehow?

The guy spent the first few rounds struggling to figure out the rules and fight the creatures. But I do think he won once or twice? He did end up losing too many times eventually, and the old man mural entity was going to keep his the people it stole forever.

But the guy made a deal or something and was able to get into the entities world to fight it himself, and if I remember right he beat it? My memory is pretty fuzzy on that part.

If I recall correctly, he mentioned a lot through flashbacks and stuff that his mom was a writer of some kind when he was a kid. He mentioned that her story had a character who fought monsters too. And during the final fight (I think), he finally remembered how the character in his moms stories beat the monsters. It had something to do with peppermint I think? Which was obviously everywhere because it was almost Christmas.

I think the story ended with mentioning the old man was gone from the mural, and it generally had a happy or positive feeling ending? I remember that as being part of why it stuck with me, I think.

Ive looked for every combination of Christmas, creepypasta, old man mural story, any key words I could think of. I even tried the wayback machine once, just in case I was right about the author name and they just deleted the story or something.

Its been driving me nuts that I can't find this story and I don't know anyone else who can confirm it's existence. If anyone else on here has read it and knows what I'm talking about, please tell me, or share a link. I want to know I didn't just dream up a huge story as a middleschooler somehow.

#general post #Creepypasta #Help #Writing

[marzipanandminutiae]

Could you please do every questions from the ask game for Lucille? Sorry i couldn't choose! All of the questions seemed so interesting 🤣

My first impression of them

I think I just considered her a straightforward Evil Girlboss. But it took me forever to Blorbo these characters, though I saw the movie in theatres and loved it from the start. I definitely loved her costumes from the beginning; I recall that much.

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you’ve sent me a character I don’t like)

April 2021. I was at home after my second COVID vaccine dose, realized the movie was on Netflix, watched it- and fell down the rabbit hole, hard.

The vaccine doesn't give you 5G blood or heart failure, it turns out- just makes you stan fictional thirtysomething incestuous murderesses. Bill Gates must be playing a REALLY long game.

A song that reminds me of them

Oh god, so many. But for now, I'll go with...Stolen Roses, by Karen Ellison. "And the weeds in the ground have grew up through my skin/Forsaking a lonesome girl's heart/I'd go where the stolen roses grow/To forget that I had fell apart."

How many people I ship them with

Two! Edith and Thomas.

My favorite ship of them

OT3- Edith/Thomas/Lucille. Any individual leg of the triad involving her is interesting to me, too.

My least favorite ship of them

Lucille/Alan. Like. Why? They exchange like five sentences that we see onscreen- two of those in a deleted scene -and then she tries to kill him. Hardly true love, in my opinion.

A quote of them that you remember

She has like 75% of the iconic quotes in that movie. So instead, I'll point out that all three instances of swearing in the movie are her- AND canonically within like an hour of each other. #RefinedProperLady indeed.

Your favorite outfit of them

Her blue or black dress! I suspect they're the same pattern- at least, I hope for the stitchers' sake that they were.

Your least favorite outfit of them

Much as it pains me to say this...her red dress. I love all of her outfits, but the collar and the weird hoodie-looking faux drawstrings on this one push it to the end of the list. I am so sorry.

Describe the character in one sentence

Someone who hit rock bottom only by slipping through every possible crack in her childhood/adolescence.

What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

Love and pragmatism.

Sexuality hc!

Hear me out: I think she's a lesbian who will never realize that about herself. Jessica Chastain said her "fantasies are more about women than men," and let's be honest- how much is her whole Situation with Thomas about attraction as normal adults understand it, and how much about devotion, trauma bonding, general uncategorized Love, and physical pleasure/comfort?

She loves Thomas. She likes having sex with him for the physical sensation and the mental associations. And she'll never be attracted to another man, so she'll never realize that it's Different from the way she feels about other women.

Your favorite friendship they have

Friend...ship? I think she knows the definition of the word, and that's about it.

Best storyline they had

There is only one.

Worst storyline they had

See above.

A childhood headcanon

When she turned ten, Lucille received her first and only doll: a wooden 18th-century lady that Thomas found in the attic trunk-room and fixed up for her in secret. This doll's name was Sophia, and she was treasured as few dolls have ever been.

What do you think their first word was?

Given her childhood, probably something nobody noticed or cared about. Or even bemoaned, in a "little girls should be seen and not heard, and now the tiresome thing won't ever give us any peace again" vein.

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

We know from the character bios and the newspaper article about Beatrice's death how she was as a kid: curious, quiet, intelligent, brave, coldly polite to most people, and eternally self-sacrificing for her brother. Not yet as broken as she would one day be, but increasingly cracked as the years passed.

The most random ship you’ve seen people have with them

Lucille/Dracula. I have no idea.

A weird headcanon

She finds April Fool's Day extremely tiresome (spoiler: this is because it's her birthday).

When do you think they were at their happiest?

Weirdly, per the bios, the canon answer is "when she was pregnant with Thomas' child." She got to just be at home relaxing with her piano and her butterflies and her increasingly esoteric poetry about her and Thomas' Ultimate, Predestined, Celestially Perfect Union.

I'd say three-way tie between that, the time when she was a young child and Thomas a toddler and their nurse Theresa actually loved them, and the post-asylum period where she'd healed significantly and she and Thomas had free rein of the house but the money hadn't run dangerously low yet.

When do you think they were at their lowest?

After her son died.

Future headcanon

Based on the actual movie ending? She'll continue haunting Allerdale until it collapses, and then...who knows?

In my happier imaginings? Canon diverges before Edith gets too ill, and they all end up in a happy (if deeply unhealthy) triad together.

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

There were more pregnancies after the first one. She ended them with herbal abortifacients the day she realized, every time, believing she could never bring a healthy baby into the world.

When do you think they acted the most ooc

It's not something she does onscreen, but Thomas' wives ring fingers are in the drawer along with their locks of hair. I don't see someone as fastidious as Lucille particularly enjoying the smells, staining, and visuals of severed limbs rotting in a heated room that would come before they ended up all neatly mummified as they appear to be in the movie.

When do you think they were being “themselves” the most?

When she was showing Edith around the library.

I think murder is something she does, but her interests and her devotion to Thomas are who she is. She doesn't want to be killing people- she doesn't regret it or feel guilty; assuming that would be woobifying. She just hates the necessity of it. She wants to be at home with her books and her butterflies and her piano, being a good sister-wife to Thomas and a good mistress to the house. And I think that's significant.

If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

I wonder what GDT Pinocchio Death would make of her?

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

Y U Kill Dog?

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren’t?)

(She is, but her son is dead.)

I think the Sharpes together make one decent babysitter.

With Lucille alone, you get the kid fed nutritious meals, bathed, and put to bed on time after a suitable period spent in quiet play or practicing a skill- but they're lightly terrified of putting a toe wrong.

With Thomas, you get the kid having the time of their life- but they haven't showered in three days, they're covered in glitter-glue, and their last five meals were bowls of Lucky Charms.

Unless of course the kid happens to be running from a situation they'd find all too familiar, in an OT3 setup- but that's just an existing, very fleshed-out OC I'm trying frantically to work into a story someday. We'll see if she makes it.

The funniest scene they had?

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#ask #lucillesharpeismybaby #long post #ask meme #ask game #character asks #incest mention #child death mention #abortion mention

[diabolicalvixen]

hello, i just want you to know that you were one of the few artists my 11-year-old ayayui-rotted brain clung to!!!

now, 8 years later, i'm back in tumblr and i checked out the ayayui tag AND I SQUEALED WITH JOY when i saw you!!!

thank you so much for the wonderful art. (to this day i cannot get that seggsy ayayui basketball art you drew lol)

I wish I can tell you how much your message means to me, this made me a little teary eyed

trigger warning: depression talk below

8 years ago was just about 1 year before my depression peaked, and also the last time I heavily pushed out art before I stopped almost completely. I can tell you exactly because I started therapy at the end of 2020, and before that it took me almost 3 years to admit to myself that I need help. I wasn't ever in danger of unaliving myself but those were still some dark times. My diary from those years is so sad, that I can't bear to read it. But I still vividly remember one very personal entry that I want to share with you to convey to you what you did for me (and past me) today with that message

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(this is paraphrased + translated)

December 2019

I haven't picked up a pen or a brush in what feels like forever and I don't know if I ever will again. I feel like a failure. My art looks like crap compared to others. It's messy and simple and you can tell i just wanted to get it finally done at one point. I bet no one uses that much references as I am. I want to delete it all. I don't even want to call myself an artist when I look at my stuff, that's just embarrassing. It looks so much better in my head, but my hand can't replicate what my mind sees.

Maybe it's a good thing Mom and Dad talked me out of studying art. My portfolio is cringe. I don't even know if this current degree is going anywhere, I haven't studied in a while either, I'll probably fail my exams. Whatever, I'll try next semester again.

I told people online that "I'm back" like a 100 times already, but no one cares anymore. That's the internet, if you stop pushing out content, you'll become irrelevant. Can't blame them. That's life I guess. I want to draw but I can't, it's not fun anymore. I'm not creative anymore. Where did it all go? Why do I feel so tired all the time? Maybe I'm just lazy. Even this entry almost took up all of my energy for today.

I slept 12 hours and I'm still tired.

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A bit melodramatic but that's how I essentially felt like all the time, thinking about my art just made me spiral even more. I did receive some supportive and loving messages during those years and I have every one of them screenshotted and saved on my computer, but back then they were only able to pull me out for a very short time before I slipped into my black hole again. I had little bursts of creativity here and there but nothing compared to how it was before. Most of it I didn't even post because I ended up hating it.

I had my very last therapy appointment about three months ago and even though I'm in a much better place now, I'm still coming to terms with closing that chapter from my life. Something about your message made me very sentimental today - in a good way.

Thank you for liking my art 8 years ago. Thank you so much for still recognizing and remembering me 8 years later (!!!) and thank you for taking some time out of your day to message me! This truly made my whole month already, and we only have 2nd of July!

(about that seggsy basketball art, I reposted it a while ago - even though every fiber of my being cringed so hard 😂)

#ask #sorry for being emotional on alt

[mountain-dew-tickledpink]

Remembering

Reupload because I had a weird dream where the ending of this fic looked messed up letters so I deleted and reuploaded, once again hesitant to call this boyfs but basically last fic I wrote but in Jeremy’s perspective

Obviously Jeremy missed Michael. They had been best friends for years, squip or not, and when they stopped talking it hurt like hell.

But a strange part of him felt some sort of relief. Like, it was painful to be miss Michael, and not to mention there was still guilt there for everything that happened.

In a strange way, though? The whole situation gave him an opportunity to grow. Jeremy got to branch out more and make new friends, even if it meant losing his first ever friend.

Things with Christine didn’t entirely work out. There was nothing wrong with that, even if it also hurt, but they still stayed close. Life just kind of goes on that way.

That part also hurt, almost as bad as when he and Michael first stopped talking, but what could he do now? It felt artificial to reach out more now besides the happy birthday texts (the last one sent had Michael respond with “you too” for some reason?) and wishing each other well on holidays.

But it had been a few years, and it had started to hurt less. Sometimes, though, Jeremy wondered if Michael still thought about him.

“The date I had with that girl went really well.”

Jeremy looked up from the menu he was holding, smiling up at his friend. “Hello to you too, Sydney.”

Sydney took her seat and grabbed one of the menus from the table, laughing slightly when Jeremy looked back down at his own. “What was this girl’s name again?”

“Eleanor.” Sydney hummed and tapped her foot slightly. “Really nice girl, works at that aquarium nearby.”

Jeremy put down his menu once he decided what he was going to get, nodding slightly to show he was paying attention. “That’s great, I’m glad that’s going good for you.”

“What about you?” Sydney asked, still looking at her own menu. “Any luck recently with anyone?”

“I mean, not really.” When he and Christine broke up, it’s not like Jeremy stopped dating forever. He went on some different dates with a lot of different people. A few with girls, and a few with guys, it just didn’t always lead to anything specific.

“Well, no big deal. You don’t have to be in a relationship, not a requirement to be happy.” the green haired girl shrugged and put down her menu. “Personally, I’ve been on too many dates.”

“You get too many bitches?” Jeremy teased, and Sydney stuck her tongue back at him for a second.

“No need to insult me, Heere. Terribly wounded. But I’ve plenty of experience with the ladies, you’re correct.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes, and that’s when the waiter came around. After ordering drinks, his attention went back to her. “I’ve had plenty of experience, too.”

“Oh, really? Did you date anyone else outside of Christine that I didn’t know about?”

Jeremy paused for a minute. He shouldn’t have paused, he really hadn’t dated anyone before Christine.

But what he and Michael had was something. Not romantic or platonic, but something.

“I mean, I guess I didn’t really date anyone, but I did kind of have my first really bad heartbreak before Christine?”

Sydney raised an eyebrow, intrigued and leaning forward. “Really? Oh, I’ve got to know more.”

“You know Michael?” Well, obviously Sydney wouldn’t know Michael personally. However, with how long Jeremy and him were friends for, it was inevitable he would come up in a few childhood stories.

“Wait, he was your first heartbreak but you didn’t date? You had a crush on him then?”

He nodded, adding a short hum at the end. “I mean, it was really short lived, but yeah.”

The thing with Michael is he knew he liked boys for a long while. Jeremy’s discovery of liking boys came from a sleepover in seventh grade, in which he and Michael had been making microwave pizza rolls.

It had been a little while before Jeremy liked Christine, and so brief that he barely even counted it as anything. But it did happen.

“It’s kind of weird, looking back on it?”

“Crushing on your best friend? Kind of a classic recipe for queer romance if you ask me,” Sydney teased a little, earning a small giggle from Jeremy.

“No, I mean, even outside of the brief time I liked him, he was kind of my whole world. I didn’t think there would be anything outside of him for a long time.”

It was just Michael and Jeremy. Past, present, future. Only them, and the thought of anyone else being between them used to sometimes make Jeremy sick to his stomach.

Which felt especially ironic now, considering the fact he eventually went on to want more. Not like that was a bad thing, it was actually probably good for both of them to get a break from each other.

“I don’t understand whether or not I was genuinely into him or not, because even after I started crushing on Christine we kind of stayed really connected? Like he was just me but in a different form.”

“Huh..” Sydney listened, the waiter soon bringing the drinks out and asking what they were ready to order actual food. “I think we need a few more minutes, thanks.” She responded politely and turned back to Jeremy as the waiter walked away.

“Michael was what made me feel safe and secure for most of my life. He was consistently there.” Jeremy continued, fidgeting around with his hands. God, why was talking about this so nerve-wracking for him?

“You mentioned before you guys stopped talking after you got a girlfriend, right? Was he jealous or something?”

“I don’t think so..” Jeremy wasn’t for sure. At least, he’s fairly sure Michael wasn’t jealous. The whole situation of them no longer talking came from the squip, but who would believe him if he told them?

That’s when Sydney’s phone buzzed and she pulled it out. “Oh, it’s Eleanor, do you mind if I respond real quick?”

“Oh, no.” Jeremy smiled and pulled out his own phone as Sydney messaged Eleanor, scrolling through his own texts until he found Michael’s name.

‘You too’ was still kind of a funny response to the happy birthday message Jeremy had sent, in his opinion. After looking up at Sydney for a few moments, he started to type.

Hey, how are you doing

That’s when the waiter came in, the pair putting their phones away after Jeremy backspaced on the message.

#Dewey Does a Fic #Dewey Writes a Fic #max and ruby discourse #be more chill #bmc #jeremy heere #Boyf riends but only kinda #Doomed Yaoi part 2

[phenomenal1500]

~Done Joking Around?~

Masterlist

A/N: This was requested by SlytherclawGarnet on AO3. Thank you for this request and I really liked writing this!

Summary: Erik was saved and now helps Shuri through her journey in being the black panther.

Timeline: Wakanda Forever so spoilers ahead.

Pairing: None. This is strictly platonic. Warning: Mentions of major deaths.

"Nah, don't even think about it, cuz." He grinned playfully at his little cousin, seeing the mischievous and troublesome glare in her eyes as she put her right feet forward to strike.

Ever since he survived thanks to Shuri and her magnificent lab, Erik tried to build a life with meaning, with love and happiness even though it was hard, and that involved being surrounded by his family to heal from his past scars.

He had to admit it was tough bonding with anyone for him, but to his surprise Shuri and him actually had a lot in common.

She let him work in her lab the first few months, trusting him enough to do so because of his MIT history and even eventually gave him his own floor to experiment and create on.

He loved that shit, designing and inventing from nothing but scrap. It helped get his mind off of things and slowly but surely he grew closer to his little cousin.

Especially after what happened to T'Challa..

It was extremely tough to see her so broken and devastated over the death of her older brother and he and Queen Mother instantly took action. He never left the girl alone, always helping her in her lab or making and styling her new outfits. He didn't want her to end up like him and so he made sure she could lean on him and cry on his shoulder whenever she wanted or needed to.

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" Shuri teased, ready to hit him hard with one of her new harmless gadgets. They loved pranking each other to keep the work fun.

"Remind yourself you're not the only panther in this lab real quick, girl." He replied as he checked if some of the computer systems were still running.

The Queen Mother had insisted on keeping Erik the panther for a while too so he could tutor and keep Shuri safe until she was strong enough. However, of course it was kept a secret not to cause too many problems among the traditional people.

"I swear, Shuri." He warned again, not immediately noticing Shuri had already thrown the small bomb his way, but he still caught it in time before she could make it explode and threw it back at her. He laughed as she was absolutely covered in flour because of the explosion now. "What did I say? I warned you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She crossed her arms before chuckling a little too.

"And guess what?" He smirked as he walked to a hidden camera he had set up beforehand.

"What?" Shuri mumbled, trying to dust off her clothes as she was slightly annoyed at herself for not making it explode sooner.

"It's all on film." He grabbed the camera and waved it around in front of her face.

"No!! Delete that!" She giggled and tried to pull it out of his hands.

"Too late, little princess is going viral on the internet." He joked and unnoticed deleted it for her anyway.

"Are you two done joking around?" The Queen Mother had watched them from afar, a small smile on her face as she saw how close of a bond the two had build together.

"Yes mother." Shuri nodded and took a step back from Erik, a little embarrassed by how childish they had been in a time where they were on the edge of war.

"Hey auntie." Erik smiled, not caring that much as he bowed with his head. They were on schedule with their defense plans and he wanted to lighten up the mood. His whole life was surrounded with hate and revenge and he knew how awful that was to live in so he wanted to change that for his family. In his opinion some fun was allowed in crucial times like these.

"Good to see you too, Erik." She smiled a little at him even though she tried to keep a stern posture. "So, is Shuri's suit done yet?"

"Hell yeah. It's all ready."

#Erik Killmonger #Erik Stevens #Shuri #shuri udaku #Wakanda forever #black panther #marvel #marvel one shot #requests open #requests #fluff

[timbrrwolfe]

Ok so in my ongoing struggle of my laptop slowly losing its marbles, the worst offender is probably that it's constantly reading the right arrow as being pressed. And I only just now, after a few months of this, thought "Hey, what if I just disabled that key, specifically?" Because I'd considered disabling the whole keyboard but 1) it didn't work and 2) that could have its own problems given the fact that the power button is part of the keyboard. And because the other biggest problem is that the damn screen fell out and is only in place because the top is leaned slightly back at all times. Anyway.

It took me entirely too long but I realized that disabling just the right arrow key would probably be a much better solution than literally anything else. At least for addressing the symptom. Obviously the best overall would be to crack the laptop open and blow it out or otherwise fiddle with it and hope that fixes the root of the issue). But since I'm not gonna be doing that, essentially deleting the key on a software level was the answer. Which you'd /think/ would be something that's doable just. Baked into Windows. I mean, it's certainly a niche function, most people aren't going to be remapping or deleting keys. But still, you'd think it'd be possible to go into system settings and say "hey this key isn't working properly turn it off" But there's not. So you have to download a third party program. First one I tried just. Refused to open. Probably because it's been around since before Windows 2000 (though the site I got it from /says/ it works on Windows 10. Didn't for me). I shopped around, found a different one that seemed legit enough, and even had a page in Microsoft's Store so it's /probably/ less likely to completely ruin my computer. Hopefully.

Anyway excessively long story short I no longer have a right arrow key and hopefully this means I can actually interact with the internet in ways I wasn't being able to for a bit. Including making long rambly tumblr posts (since otherwise it just. Took the cursor to a place that wasn't typeable (definitely a word) and I could only really say anything via tags). Or watching a youtube video properly after opening it from discord or whatever.

Oh right I forgot that half the reason I made this post was that even with that key disabled it seems like my computer is registering....something? Being pressed? But literally nothing is happening. Nothing's being typed, my cursor's not moving around. Functions and locks aren't being toggled infinitely. The only reason I'm assuming it's happening is that my mouse cursor refuses to maintain its presence (because it disappears when I start typing) and stuff like "seeing a preview of a window when I hover over a program on the taskbar" isn't functioning properly. Which is. Annoying. But that's much more minor compared to all of the things that break or malfunction when you essentially hold the right arrow key down forever. So. It stays unless/until I magically figure out what the other "key" being "pressed" is. Or do something to try to address the root of the problem. Which. Eh.

#Timbrr rambles #I cannot express the depths of my aggravation this problem has caused the last couple months #but it appears to be over which means...well. it doesn't fix other issues that have been keeping me from writing but it's one obstacle down #really I could make a whole post on its own about how the latter half of December may or may not be very conducive to writing. #so we'll see how that goes.

[awooga-llama]

FAMILY LINES

Steve Harrington x AFAB! READER

Major Angst, filled with a shit ton of triggers, not edited.

I'm sorry this took so long to publish I promised this almost a week ago, home life had been tough.

Might delete later.

Inspired by ⤵

She sat next to him staring out the windshield. Her heart raced as she thought of the world outside of that BMW 733i the young adults currently sat in. They came to Hawkins Hill to escape what was happening, to get rid of unwanted emotions and get through it together. They were best friends who hid nothing from each other. Or so Steve thought. His friend was hiding way more from him than he could ever realize. 

He sighed and turned his head to look at her. She hadn’t said a word since they left the house that morning. The first thing he noticed when he saw her was how beautiful she was. He didn’t know why, she didn’t wear much makeup, or dress up like most of the other girls at school did. No, his best friend was different. She wore long sleeves with a shirt over that one and some sort of pants everyday no matter what the weather was like. Her hair was darker due to the only light being from the illuminated moon hanging in the sky. Steve could read her like a book but he still didn't know that much about her. The girl's whole backstory was a mystery but he never questioned it though Robin often pressured him to do so.  

Steve looked down at her hand wanting to grab it just to feel her. He wondered what she was thinking, wondering if she was sad, angry, or scared. It had been seven months since their last encounter with the upside down  and things had gotten progressively worse. They didn't trust anybody anymore, not even themselves. It took six weeks for them to start talking to each other again. That was before everything went wrong, the mindflayer coming back and burning down Starcourt. Steve knew that something was going on between them, something wasn't right. But he wanted to be there for her. Not as a friend, but something more.

The two continued to sit there in silence. Neither one is willing to break it. (Y/N)'s eyes stayed glued to the window as she tried to avoid looking at Steve. Her fingers began twiddling nervously and Steve couldn't help but notice that. Her hands were so small and nimble. Perfect for him. 

It was almost as if she felt Steve's stare because she started to turn towards him. Their gazes locking and both of them slowly leaning into each other. Her lips inches away from his and his breath hitched. Steve leaned in just a bit more testing the waters of the situation. A few moments later he was kissing her. This kiss wasn't like any other they'd shared, this time it was slow, gentle, and full of longing. After a while of being in each other's arms (which seemed to last forever) the pair pulled away.

Her eyes were glazed over and lips were swollen. She was gorgeous to Steve. He went in for another, this time carefully reaching out to hold her. His left hand snaked around her waist lightly and his right reached up to cup the side of her face.  They stared at each other with soft smiles adorning their faces. (Y/N) had her hand wrapped tightly around the back of his neck and he was holding her face tenderly. After what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes they broke apart and rested their foreheads against each other. Both smiling goofily like idiots. His grip tightened on her waist and she flinched away, blinking her eyes as she snapped back to reality. Steve could see she was scared. 

"No." (Y/N) whispered quietly and shook her head.  She tried pulling herself free from his grip but it was useless.

"Let go, Steve. I'm leaving tonight, we need to part ways now. Just let me go please."

Steve frowned deeply and loosened his grasp. "Why?"

"Please don't make this harder than it needs to be." (Y/N) pleaded, the girl had never acted this way around him even when he was a raging hormonal popular kid before his life went to shit, spending his time babysitting and fighting off creatures that shouldn't exist.  

"You're not telling me everything are you? You can tell me anything, you know that. I won't judge you, whatever it is that's bugging you I'll support you, no matter what."

(Y/N) shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves and think rationally.

"I can't tell you this, Steve. I can't let you know me, the real me." She mumbled so softly that he almost missed it.

He tilted his head and furrowed his brow, confused beyond belief.

 He knew he would have to convince her to stay, he knew he had to somehow make her open up and share what was hurting her.

"Just please tell me what's going on, I don't want our friendship to suffer because of this."

He watched helplessly as (Y/N) grabbed her things and opened the car door fleeing the scene.  Before he could reach for her, she was already gone.

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That night he lay awake tossing and turning on his mattress.

He thought about all that had happened that day, all that he'd found out about himself and about her. He thought about how she wouldn't give him an explanation. How she refused to say a single word during that whole meet up until after the kiss. He couldn't stop thinking about that, her words echoing in his brain.

'I can't let you know me.'

Steve rolled onto his stomach, clutching his pillow close to his chest.

'What the hell does she mean?'

Steve threw his pillow across the room in frustration and stood up walking towards the mirror. His jaw clenched and his eyebrows knitted together. He ran his hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

'Okay, so clearly we need to figure this out. We need to talk about it.'

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(Y/N) snuck in the back door of her two story home, she could smell the familiar scent of booze and air freshener clashing together. The girl moved quietly through the dark empty house. She shouldn't have let Steve kiss her. It wasn't safe.  But she couldn't stop the feeling she got whenever she was around him. She stopped once she reached the top of the staircase and listened intently. Her father was in the living room. A bottle sat half finished on the coffee table and she heard the television. (Y/N) made her way upstairs quietly to her bedroom. The room was covered in posters and drawings. (Y/N) smiled at the collection and walked over to her desk grabbing a photo album. As she flipped through it she spotted something and stopped.

There was a polaroid picture in the very bottom corner of her, Robin, and Steve. They were all smiling looking cute in their Scoops Ahoy outfits. It hurt to know those days were over. 

The girl heard movement come from downstairs. She heard the voices of her mother and father. They had started their routine of arguing. 

"Quint you need to stop getting drunk so late, what if Ana were to get up right now and see you like this?" (Y/N)'s mother exclaimed worriedly. Her Father most of the time never said anything but tonight was different. He was tired of his wife's constant bickering. 

"You know what Edith? I don't give a rat's ass if that fucking crybaby came down here and seen me in this state. You wanna know why? I'll tell you. They already think I'm a screw up, a rotten excuse for a dad but at least I'm trying. What are you doing other than whoring yourself out Edith, huh, you tell me." A moment of silence passed before the sound of glass shattering echoed in the house. (Y/N)'s mother screamed and the teen moved swiftly down the stairs to see what happened. Her mother was on the ground, her normally pretty face now bearing a pretty cut dripping blood on the white carpet beneath her. The girl's father approached her mother with heavy footsteps and picked the woman up by her hair, pulling some out in the process. He continuously punched her. The woman took it, every single punch of fury. (Y/N) started to quietly sob. This is why she couldn't trust anyone to know her. If They knew about what went down in her household at night they'd flee as fast as they could. 

"What's Papa doing to Mama (Y/N/N)?"  The teen girl turned quickly and picked her little sister, Anastasia and moved her away from seeing anymore. She was only five, what did she ever do to get into this disaster?  She hadn't done anything except try to protect her little sisters.

She carried Anastasia to her bed and tucked her in, whispering sweet nothings to the little one. The girl looked to the door and saw her older brother, Kingsley, standing there staring at her with big, sad blue eyes. He approached the girls, climbing into the small twin bed and embracing his sisters in a tight hug. (Y/N) didn't say anything, she just held onto her brother until he fell asleep next to her.

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The morning after the family acted as if nothing happened. 

 Everything seemed normal. Everyone was acting like they didn't see or hear what happened yesterday. No one asked or questioned anything about it.  And maybe if she had just stayed put in bed like the others she wouldn't have to deal with this. (Y/N) woke up feeling a little groggy. She looked to her side and noticed her little sister still sleeping peacefully beside her. For some reason she always had trouble waking up Anastasia in the mornings. (Y/N) sighed and rubbed her eyes and climbed out of bed. Grabbing the first clothes she could find and making her way to the bathroom. She thought about calling in sick for work but then she might lose her job because it would be the fifth day in a row she's done it. 

Her mother came up the stairs smiling, her makeup blended extra well today. 

"I have a family announcement, gather your siblings and meet me in the living room." So she did. 

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"Quint. I'm leaving. The kids are coming with me." The girl's father was too hungover to even take in what the woman just said. He waved her off in a goodbye motion but quickly followed it with.

"At least leave me one of them, I can't handle an empty house. They're my blood too Edith." Her mother was going to argue but (Y/N) stepped in. 

"I'll stay." The girl quickly said. 

"Like hell that's happening! What are you thinking (Y/N/N)?" Kinglsey interjected. 

"It's my last year of school, Kings, I can handle it. I've got a good thing going, maybe it'll get better when momma leaves?" The girl was grasping at straws, she was the closest with her father and he'd never hurt her. 

So they left and it was just her and her alcoholic father. 

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A month passed and she stayed in touch with her siblings. Her dad joined an AA group and was going on a week and a half sober. He'd constantly apologize to her and tell her she had his eyes but her mother's smile. (Y/N) watched the father's around Hawkins eat ice cream with their daughters and have great moments but she never could. She would just come up with lies. She hadn't spoke to Steve since that night they kissed, murders were happening so she figered he was busy with that cause they were obviously not usual and there was no way some wacko stoner who played in a band could do something that gruesome. She lost her job at the home movies and video shop earlier. She had to get to school. 

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After a long drive, the high school was in view.

It was strange; she used to walk the same halls as her classmates. She used to spend lunch and recess with her friends, playing in the halls or doing donuts in the parking lot. It wasn't the same without Steve. 

She parked her car, grabbed her backpack and locked her doors before exiting the vehicle. She began her walk down the sidewalk, keeping her eyes peeled. She didn't want to get lost inside the school, she knew everyone's names but she didn't want to talk to any of them. She wanted to disappear.

(Y/N) rounded the corner moving quickly through the high school traffic. She slowly entered the building, looking straight ahead at nothing in particular. She kept walking until she reached the front doors, her feet carrying her forward. When she turned another corner, she almost stumbled backwards. There he was, walking down the hallway alone. Her heart skipped a beat. She stared at him and he turned to face her, giving her a soft smile. She felt her legs weaken but she kept walking forward.

The boy stood at the end of the hall waiting for her to catch up to him. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. As she tried to walk past him, he stuck an arm in her way preventing her from going. 

"Come on, let's go somewhere, we need to talk."

She smiled softly. This conversation has been put off for long enough. 

"Sure."

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Steve led (Y/N) into the woods and towards a small clearing. The sun was starting to set behind the trees and the grass was growing tall. The sky was painted with a beautiful orange hue mixed with the light pink of the setting sun. (Y/N) sat down on a patch of grass and placed her bag underneath her. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry Steve." (Y/N) finally spoke, breaking the silence.

Steve turned to look at her.

"For what?"

"For everything. I'm sorry for lying and being selfish. I'm sorry for being scared and not trusting you and Robin. Mostly you...I'm sorry for being stupid and running away that night instead of talking..." Steve's face switched from sadness, confusion, and slight anger. 

"What do you mean lying and being selfish? If I remember correctly, you didn't say a Goddamn word that night except, and I quote, I can't let you know me, the real me. You can't just tell me that. I feel like I don't even know who you are." He said with frustration ruling his tone. Steve ran his hand through his hair and looked into the girl's eyes. She nervously chewed on her finger nails. 

He moved her hand away gently and held it on his own. He couldn't stay mad when she looked so vulnerable.  She looked so young and innocent, so pure and naive. He hated to see her suffer, hate to see her suffering. But if it means getting her back...he'll do anything.

"You may not know me...but I want to change that starting today. Before I let you in though you need to promise not to leave me." She whimpered, eyes getting glossy. 

"I'll never leave you, I shouldn't have even let us go this long without speaking."Steve's voice softened as he leaned in closer to her.

(Y/N) took a shaky breath and told him everything. The years of domestic abuse she watched her mother and brother endure, the split up in the family, her Father's road to recovery, her sister calling her everyday asking when the family will get together again, everything.  Steve took it all in, he now understood all those nights he'd pick her up and take her away, why she wore clothes that covered her from neck to ankle, why she never brought her parents to town events. He wished he'd known sooner because he could've been more useful. He could've saved her sooner. 

How could her father hurt a little kid?

"Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me. Scattered 'cross my family line is generations of strong individuals with their own traits and they've been passed down. I'm so good at telling lies that obviously came from my mother's side. I've probably told millions because that's what I needed to do to survive. I've been told I have my father's eyes, but my sister's when I cry. I thought I could run away, but no matter how far I go, I can't hide from my family line." She finished off refusing to meet Steve's brown eyes. 

They laid in silence after the confession. Both trying to process everything they just heard. Neither knowing what to say next. All they could do right now was listen.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why'd you let yourself suffer?" He asked quietly. 

"I was afraid...and scared of what you would do." She mumbled while staring off in the distance avoiding eye contact with him.

"But you trusted me, you said you trusted me and yet you still lied and left me."

"I'm sorry...you have every right to be mad at me. I don't want to lose you. I don't know what I'll do if you hate me." She cried out, wiping the tears that fell down her cheeks.

He pulled her in for a hug, holding her close. 

"I could never hate you...we could never hate each other. I care about you more than anyone else and I'd never judge you because of your past." They stayed in each other's arms for a couple of minutes until Steve finally pulled back. "And (Y/N), please don't shut me out. Don't push me away, trust me. I am here for you, whether you believe me or not. And I will always be your friend. Always."

She wrapped her arms around him once more, holding onto the comfort he gave her.

Steve wiped the remnants of her tears. She had a feeling he'd be mad at her for a few days, but she was ready to get things cleared up. Now it was time for him to get her back.

"Thank you, Steve. Thank you for staying by my side for so long." Steve smiled and nodded.

"I'm never going to leave you (Y/N) even if the upside down destroys Hawkins. I'm here forever. Maybe one day we'll get to be more than friends and you could help me with a dream of mine." He said smiling.

"Oh yeah Harrington, what dream is that?" She was beaming as brightly as he was. 

Steve leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"I want an RV and six little Harringtons to go with it." She pulled away laughing wholeheartedly, lightly slapping his chest. He laughed with her pulling her closer as they rolled on the grass. 

Both of them forgot about the bad and about school that had started an hour or so ago.

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #angst #fluffy ending #2 am things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steve harrington angst #Spotify

[godofdystopia]

Prophecy? What Prophecy?

Another Amphibia fanfic! This time, its once again a straight Sashannarcy fic.

Basically, in an AU where the core decided to give everyone like a day or something to cool off, the Calamity trio relax in the throne room and just enjoy each other’s company.

Marcy still want’s to know about what Prophecy Sasha was talking about though so they decide to fill her in on the events of both ‘Olm Town Road’ and ‘Mother Olm.’

She takes the knowledge rather well, all things considered.

expect copious amounts of fluff by the end though, cause these three deserve it.

Words: 2k

The battle was finally over, and now came cleaning up.

With Newtopia Castle now lodged in the ground next to Newtopia itself, back in Amphibia, it was safe to say things were finally over. Andrias was defeated, maybe dying, in a cell deep in the castle. The Core was gone, deleted forever and if Marcy never had to see a glowing demon eye ever again it would be too soon. And Marcy was back, safe and relatively sound, with Anne and Sasha.

Despite the throbbing pain in her back, and the weak feeling in her limbs, she had never been happier.

Marcy had gotten out of the horrid Magi-tech armor and back into her ranger outfit as soon as possible, and Lady Olivia had taken them off somewhere to throw away or burn them. Marcy didn't care, she was just glad to be out of it finally. Hop-pop had gone off with Grime both to regroup with the other resistance generals and discuss what to do next and also to get Grime some medical attention. Sprig and Polly, meanwhile, had gone off to explore the now deactivated castle, with Sprig promising he would press ‘all the buttons.’

Polly had gone off with him both to keep him from doing something too dangerous but also to sate her bloodlust by taking Frobo Cloakbot hunting. Which meant that Marcy, Anne, and Sasha were pretty much left alone.

And she couldn’t be happier.

Anne and Sasha loved her, they loved her, they had told her they loved her and they forgave her. It was everything she ever wanted.

Marcy was currently laying on the floor, enjoying the feeling of having control over her body again, while her head rested in Sasha’s lap. Sasha just played with her hair and smiled, while Anne sat behind her and patched up a wound on her back don't think about it it wasn't you

Marcy enjoyed it all, soaking it all in: The feeling of amphibia’s nighttime air, Sasha's fingers running through her hair, Anne humming one of her mom's Thai love songs, even the tile on the floor was an amazing thing to feel after being bodyjacked by a computer for months on end.

Marcy never wanted this to end.

And yet…

She could feel the question bubbling up inside her, wanting to be shouted to the rooftops. It was the most important question she could ever ask. Well, maybe not as important as asking Sasha and Anne to prom when they were older and also back on earth but it was second most important to that.

Marcy tried, she really did! She went a whole ten minutes of silence.

“So what did you mean by ‘prophecy’ Sashy?” She yelled out suddenly.

Anne yelped in surprise behind Sasha, who winced in pain from Anne bumping an elbow against her now bandaged back. Sasha tugged her head up since her fingers were still in her hair, causing Marcy to fall upward into her till all three of them were in a pile of groans and bruises on the floor.

“Okay, so” Sasha sat up with a groan, holding her back with a wince of pain. “Back is still killing me, so that’s fun.” Seeing Marcy’s brief look of sadness, Sasha went into a panic. “Not that it’s your fault! It was the core, who wasn’t you, so this isn't your fault!”

“Anyway,” Anne said, sitting between them and wrapping her arms around their shoulders before pulling them into a quick hug. “Before we get into another round of ‘Who isn’t at fault for what,’ What do you want to know Mar-mar?”

Marcy took a quick breath in to steady herself.

“So after we got back to Amphibia and declared victory, Sashy talked about a prophecy we didn’t need and I was so excited! You know I'm all for prophecies and destined salvation by chosen heroes! But Sashy was injured and Anne was talking to Sprig so I let it drop while we got everyone patched up but I've been thinking about it constantly!” She yelled all at once, finally pausing to take a deep breath. She let it out and collapsed against Anne's shoulder, feeling tired after it all.

“Sorry Anne, still trying to get used to having my body back.” She apologized even as she continued to rest her head on Anne's shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it Mar-mar.” Anne replied, resting her head against Marcy’s with a small blush. “Seriously, I don't mind this.”

Marcy blushed, which caused Anne to blush more. Before both of them could fall into panicked gay silence, Sasha decided to cut the tension by plopping herself down on the floor like a cat and laying her head in Marcy’s lap.

“Mind braiding my hair Marbles?” Sasha asked as she looked up at the blushing Taiwanese girl. Marcy nodded and began to try and untangle Sasha’s mess of a hair. Anne just smiled at the sight. This really was perfect.

“So about that prophecy?” Marcy asked eagerly. Sasha chuckled from her place on the ground while Anne sighed.

“Yeah, we learned about it by going to Proteus-”

“Wait. Wait, wait wait. Proteus still exists?” Marcy asked excitedly. She had consumed as much knowledge as she could about Amphibia’s history and myths. Proteus, and the Olms, showed up a lot in the oldest of scrolls, with Proteus being analogous with Atlantis or El Dorado.

She was obsessed with all the legends about the Olms and their role in Amphibian history, wanting desperately to go on an adventure to find the lost city and document as much of it as she could. And now she was hearing that her two… girlfriends? Were they all girlfriends now? They loved her and she loved them, but did that mean they were dating now?

Anyway, her two maybe-girlfriends got to go on an epic adventure to Proteus without her.

“Ugh, I'm so jealous!” She groaned, throwing one hand into the air while Sasha and Anne chuckled. “You guys got to go to Amphibia’s version of Atlantis while i was stuck with the Core. It’s not fair at all!”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it Marbles, Proteus kind of sucked anyway.” Sasha said with a shrug. Marcy gasped in shock while she continued. “The Olms were super snooty about being isolationists and were pretty upfront about how unwelcome we were.”

“Plus, Parisia was a jerk.” Anne replied.

“Oh, huge jerk. Exiled Lysil and Angwin just because they fell asleep on guard duty, even tried to deny Andrias was even a thing or that the huge drill that just drilled a giant hole above their heads to the surface was even his.” Sasha said angrily, before remembering how she insulted Parisia to her face and got away with it.

That was a good memory.

“I mean, Lysil and Angwin did try to eat Sprig and Polly soo…” Anne began hesitantly only to get interrupted.

“Alright, but then she told you a prophecy?” Marcy asked eagerly.

“Well, no.” Anne responded. “Mother Olm told us the prophecy.”

“THE MOTHER OF OLMS IS REAL!?” Marcy squealed in delight. The Mother of Olms was an almost deific figure in every scrap of information she could find about olms. And Sasha and Anne met her.

“Yep, super old and kind of going senile but still kicking. She told us the prophecy after we got there.” Sasha said with an… odd expression on her face. She just stared off into the distance with a grim look. Anne descended into giggles at the sight.

“Yeah, she told us after Sasha and I had to-”

“To ask her about the prophecy and absolutely nothing else!” Sasha hissed as she glared daggers at Anne, whose shoulders started shaking in barely restrained laughter.

“Um,” Marcy just looked between the two of them. “Am I missing something?”

“No.” “Yes”

Marcy just stared. Sasha looked increasingly haunted by something only she could see while Anne continued to laugh at her. Anne finally calmed down enough to continue.

“She told us about a prophecy tied to the Music Box that we were part of apparently.”

Sasha closed her eyes and remembered the words written on the ceiling, what felt like a lifetime ago, and yet in reality was barely a month.

“Three stars burning bright, Come from beyond to expel the night.

Should they fight or embrace the fall,

Their choice will determine the fate of all.”

As Sasha spoke the words Mother olm said to them that day, a gust of wind blew through the balcony and swept Marcy and Anne’s hair in a breeze. Marcy could feel an almost static feeling run through her, and for a split second, she swore that Sasha glowed pink.

“That…” Marcy just stared down at Sasha, her mind running a mile a minute as she digested everything she just heard.

“That… was the single most AWESOME THING I EVER HEARD!”

Marcy squeed in pure glee, her hands flapping in absolute excitement as Anne and Sasha rubbed their ears from the volume of said excitement.

“We’re prophesied heroes! I’m a chosen one, we’re all chosen ones! We have a magical destiny, and we just fulfilled it!” Marcy was pretty much lost in pure bliss.

“I’ll admit, if you put it like that… It does sound kinda rad.” Sasha grinned from her lap, her eyes alight at the sight of Marcy’s pure happiness. “Just wish I knew how to activate my Saiyan powers like Anne.”

Marcy froze as her mind realized something vitally important.

“WE ALL HAVE AWESOME SOUL POWERS LIKE ANNE DOES!?”

Anne absently rubbed her right arm. “It’s… not as fun as you think Mar-mar. Wears me out something fierce.”

“That's a price I'm willing to pay so long as I can fly like you can Anne!” Marcy said seriously, staring her right in the eyes.

“Wait, hold on. You can fly?” Sasha sat back up and marcy was too happy about being a real life champion of destiny to be disappointed. “No fair, I wanna fly!”

“Not really something I know how to do, Sash! I just sort of… fly.”

“How can you talk about flying like you do a math test, Anne! It’s literal flying, you are an airborne person!” Sasha almost yelled out.

“Because I just sort of fly! I have literally no idea how it happens, it just does Sash!” Anne yelled back.

“That doesn’t help me fly, Anne! I want to take to the air with my Bankai!”

“More like Superman, but I still don’t know what… what to…” Anne trailed off, just looking back behind Sasha with a concerned expression. Sasha frowned and turned back to.

“... Are you okay Marcy?”

Marcy was just staring at the two of them, tears flowing from her eyes as she just kept staring. Anne and Sasha would have been more concerned had it not been for the shaky, yet absolutely happy smile on her face.

“I’m fine.” Marcy rubbed away the tears, her smile never leaving. “I just… do you know what this means?”

Anne and Sasha looked at one another and then back to Marcy, still concerned for their crying (girl)friend.

Marcy beamed at them. “We were always meant to be together.”

She wrapped them both up in a hug. “The Universe itself wanted us to meet. Destiny went out of its way to make us friends. We have stayed together because the multiverse wants us together.”

She leaned back, looking at both of them with the single most happy expression either of them had ever seen.

“We’re literal soulmates!” She said happily.

Anne and Sasha looked at her and as one both went completely red in the face. But soon enough, Sasha let out a brief chuckle that grew in volume as she began laughing. Anne chuckled a bit too, quickly joined by Marcy, as the three girls just held one another as the thought went in and settled.

“I’ve never… I never thought of it like that.” Sasha said, a few tears falling from her eyes as she looked at Marcy and Anne with such absolute love in her eyes that they both beamed. “I guess me saving you both on the playground that day was, i don't know, destiny?”

“I always wanted to believe that we were soulmates.” Anne said simply, the thought becoming more and more appealing the more she thought of it. “But now, I guess we have definitive proof.”

“I love you both.” Marcy said quickly, squeezing them both tight and never wanting to let go. “I love you both so much.”

Anne and Sasha squeezed back, the three of them happy and complete. All three of them agreed deep in their hearts: The three of them were soulmates.

Destiny said so.

“We love you too, Marcy.”

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #sashannarcy #fanfic

[ilikebirdsouo]

ok I’m gonna rant about this friend now so vent under cut and also HUGE warning for mentions of suggestive/sexual shit.. I don’t know what to tag this as… I’ll probably delete this later.. I am really only posting this for advice or comfort since I am not comfy sharing this with people in my real life- I’m sorry, I just need to let this out- Do not look if you don’t want to hear me talk abt this stuff-

Ok so uh yeah I have this friend and he’s… interesting… he’s a cool guy but he both makes a lot of dirty jokes and roughhouses a lot- usually my friends do this a lot too so I’m used to it by now… makes me uncomfy as a certified weakling and asexual but what can I do? Anyways so uh yeah at first his dirty jokes were limited to “that’s what she said” type things, small and harmless, I was fine with that. He did roughhouse though… at first it was fun… but then it got to the point he began really hurting me… I can handle a few punches and scrapes but… it really hurt… he put this “rubber cement” stuff on my arm the other week and it took forever to get off… (it was very painful doing so may I add-) then last week he began punching me and I mean he began REALLY punching me as if he had an intent to hurt.. I was starting to get uncomfy but I said nothing…. I just told my family about this “silly new friend of mine” and moved on… every day after talking with him I began getting more… unsure… there’s an odd feeling I was getting in my stomach but I just thought I was being dramatic and weak… I’m not weak… but- in all honesty… I can’t take it… I really can’t… I also hate how he makes such a huge point to reference the fact I’m Afab- making mentions to my body, what I was born as, not even using the right name or pronouns for me despite hearing my teacher use the correct name and pronouns- he fails to do that… and I really really hate it… but yesterday ohoho he crossed the line.

So I was working on photoshop stuff for computer graphics, it was normal, it was fine, he was next to me continuing his antics and I was used to it… but he started to try deleting my work and this is something he does occasionally but yesterday I was just really sick of it- I was holding his arms back as best I can to prevent him from touching my keyboard because once he DID manage to delete my work and I was not gonna let that happen again- but then he began using this whispery gross voice and made sexual comments about me holding his arms and I let go- he didn’t stop there and continued making comments with this voice… I hated it so much… then eventually he realized I was no longer paying him any mind and he pinched my neck to the point it left a red mark- I don’t like people touching my neck… this made me snap… I didn’t tell him anything but… if he tries that again I might just get suspended because I WILL fight back-

overall… that whole gross situation made me feel terrible yesterday… I’m afraid of this kid and I want to fight back but I’m not strong enough. i dont know what to do or say anymore… this year keeps getting worse and this… I just feel terrible and tired…

I want this to be over already.

I’m sorry for venting.. I’m sorry I keep being such a downer but really just have not been doing great lately… this year keeps getting worse… i don’t know what to do anymore… I’m so tired.

I want to fight back but I can’t.

I want to keep holding on but I can’t.

I’ll try my hardest only for you guys…

But god I just want to sleep-

Anywho if y’all send me a message or ask and I don’t respond I’m sorry I’m just really drained rn… this is why… I hate this guy so much…

#duck vents #duck rants #ask to tag #delete later #Birds is not ok don’t ask #I’m definitely deleting this later-

[maravinc]

"Veronica's" [part 0] (Prologue)

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Night. Only a couple of luminous sequins are visible in the sky.

Vinc did not often have the time and energy to watch the city quiet at night, but today nothing bothered him anymore, from which, after finishing his cigarette, he took out the second one from the pack, lighting it from the first.

He inhaled greedily and blew out a ring of smoke that floated skyward across the street.

He was thinking about his life and his choices, standing on the balcony of the apartment of a bitch with whom he had fucked again not more than an hour ago with the feeling that he was doing it against his own will... If only she would finally shut up and give him time to be alone with himself and his thoughts.

Every time he forgot himself for a while in the bliss of orgasm, he realized with horror that she did not need him. All she needs is his cock, even if she never says it out in the open. And because of this, Vinc saw nothing in her but an insatiable whore... Perhaps because it was so?

Vinc took another drag, looking at the bottomless blackness of the sky.

"No, - he thought, frowning, - that's not what I want. I'm not supposed to be here right now. At least not next to that hypocritical slut!"

A couple of sparks flew between the ends of his forked tail. Vinc looked at the cigarette in his hand with disgust. Barely restraining himself from shouting in anger at himself and his life to the whole street, he put out his cigarette, leaving the butt next to the first one and, turning abruptly on his heels, returned to the room.

This whore, who gave him nothing in return except her hole, slept peacefully in her bed, unaware that she would wake up alone...

After collecting all his belongings, deleting numbers and correspondence with each other from their phones and quietly leaving the smoky apartment, Vinc breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow is another day," an old phrase floated through his mind.

Adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, he took a step away. Get away from this house. Get away from HER. Away from his old life.

Vinc walked down the street, not knowing what to do now. As he walked aimlessly through the streets, his empty stomach made itself felt. Because of this, the only thing that came to mind was that there was probably only one cafe open at this hour.

"Veronica's."

Slightly touching the bells with the door, which made them ring, making a strange combination of sounds, Vinc went inside a small cafe on the outskirts of the city.

It's funny that even though this cafe was called Veronica's, but the manager of this institution, and concurrently his barista on the night shift, is called Zel.

- Welcome! - the rabbit girl greeted him, grabbing a notebook and pencil from her breast pocket.

- Hello to you too, Zel. I'm sorry it's so late.

- Yes, it's okay. Can I bring you the usual caramel latte and "New York" cheesecake?

- No, I could use a cheer up and breakfast right now. Better get me a big cappuccino and a salmon sandwich.

- Okay! - Zel replied, writing down the order in her notebook. - That'll be 4 dollars and 95 cents. Payment by card?

- Yeah.

Zel left to prepare the order.

Vinc turned his gaze to the street.

Clouds were slowly drifting in from the horizon.

"It looks like it's going to rain all day today," - Vinc thought, sitting down at a table near the window in the corner of an empty cafe.

He stared at the street for a while, not thinking about anything...

- Your order! - Vinc twitched as Zel placed a tray of cappuccino and sandwich on the table. - Why are you so sad today? Did you choke on a cigarette butt again, or did that bitch take your brains out? - Zel asked, sitting down opposite the interlocutor.

- ...Well, how can I tell you... - Vinc began, taking his morning coffee from the tray. - I still quit "that bitch."

- What? And I thought you'd be under her thumb forever. - Zel commented, making a sly grimace.

Vinc just looked at her warningly while taking a sip.

- I also decided to quit smoking, - he continued, taking another sip and looking back at the street.

- What kind of mood are you in today? Both abominations that have been spoiling your life for so long, you decided to quit...

- Sobered up and fucked up.

Zel grinned and also looked at the street.

- And what are you going to do now? Will you just go back to your apartment? - Zel asked.

- I don't know, most likely after breakfast I'll take a walk in the park on the way there. And what?

- Just like that... Lately, visitors at this hour are rare, and it's boring for me to be alone on shift.

- Aah... So you wanted to gossip with me... Well, if you're so interested in chatting with me, then I have a question for you. - said Vinc, before eating the whole sandwich in three bites and finishing all the coffee in one big sip, while Zel waited for the phrase to continue.

- Where is the nearest sex shop? Or maybe you know where you can rent a "night butterfly"?

Zel almost choked on air from such a question.

- What do you mean?! Why do you need it???

- You can guess... It just turns out that now I have no one to fuck if I want to...

- And what do you need me for? - the bunny-girl frowned.

- I've already explained to you, Zel, you're like a cousin to me. And I don't want to feel like a sisterhood lover or, worse, a pedophile.

Zel pouted like a child whose parents refused to buy candy or a new toy. But, as often happens with her, this resentment did not last long, and bunny, after taking a breath, quickly calmed down, regaining her usual cheerfulness.

She looked at Vinc, who was taking his wallet out of his jacket pocket. Of course, she repeatedly scolded him about this and asked him to put his wallet at least in his inner pocket, but to no avail...

Vinc attached one of the cards from his wallet to a POS-terminal with a pre-typed amount. Putting the card, followed by the wallet in his jacket pocket, he got up from his seat, throwing his backpack with his belongings over his shoulder.

- Thank you, - Vinc said, heading for the exit. - It was delicious.

- You're welcome! Will you come in after work tonight? - Zel asked, getting up from her seat to remove the tray from the table.

- Heh, yeah. And save it for me as usual, okay?

- Deal!

After that, waving to each other, they parted: Vinc went to his apartment nearby to take a shower and change before work, and Zel, after removing the trash from the table, took an empty tray to the kitchen, preparing to receive new visitors.

It was already beginning to dawn outside, despite the dark gray clouds coming from the horizon.

A new day was beginning.

#vinc #alter ego #sona #oc #ocs #object head #object head oc #tv head #tv head oc #zel #bunny oc #fanfic #original fanfiction #veronica's #part 0 #prequel

[simpuritysims]

So. Hi. It's been eight whole years, man.

A lot's changed! I go by Blue, now, and primarily use they/them pronouns. I've graduated from university twice over. I've moved out of my parents' house to live in the city I studied in with my best friend. My mom died, and so did my first cat. I've been diagnosed with hypermobility and fibromyalgia. I still haven't finished that damn book I was working on, lmao.

And now I've reinstalled the sims 3 because a whim to re-read my old sims stories hit me like a nostalgia brick to the face. Bit of a different process in this the year of 2024 of course, but so far it seems to be working alright. Even with the ungodly amount of CC I downloaded, but we'll see if that holds up during gameplay or if I have to trim... (said as if I'm not already thinking 'wow do I really only have this many hairs?)

Recreating them took forever even with genetics to go off but. The boys live!

More rambling under the cut, but TL;DR: I'm in the process of re-creating the most important Pierces and keeping the core family tree as intact as possible, and may get back to posting about my families on a more casual basis than I once did. I also have a sims 4 legacy that might pop up, and a sims 4 version of Elanya and Calypso that might appear. Plus I might need some new actually active blogs to follow.

I'm genuinely kicking past me for deleting my old sims 3 files for reasons I no longer remember, and I'm also kicking them for not having uploaded any of gen 4 for download. BUT, I have access to the the throuple and a chunk of the family from early on, plus the original downloads of all but three of the werewolves. So I think I can recreate part of the family, even if I have to re-make at least those three sims (little Calypso included) by referencing screencaps. Which is going to be easier said than done, as my adventures with the boys have proved, but it'll have to do.

Setting up Cottonwood Hills is proving an adventure 8 years later when finding builds for the residental areas is harder and also half the CC is dead, but I'm getting there.

All those WIP poses I was working on are, unfortunately, gone for good, and I doubt I'm going to get back into making them. I don't even have access to any of the poses I finished and used for the story but didn't upload. I think if I start playing the Pierces again, it's going to start off much more gameplay heavy and only start pulling in more story once I'm sure I'm actually committed. So, even re-downloading other people's poses is going to be a lower priority than other content for a while.

I've been playing sims 4 in the years between, on and off. I have a legacy called the Higas that's on gen 3/4 that maybe I'll post about if I do get back into posting. If it had all the right occults I might have just recreated the Pierces in sims 4 wholesale, despite the things I miss about sims 3 but no fairies = no chance. I might play that AU of Elanya and Calypso without occult traits, though. They are very cute!

I'm going to have to find some new blogs to follow, probably? I think a lot of people dipped around the time I did, or not long after/sometime in the time since, and my dash seems rather slow, but it's hard to really say since I haven't been around in a long time and have no idea what the current vibe is like.

We'll see how it goes. I'm still looking for a job IRL, and I have a lot of other creative commitments, but I really do miss sims 3. I'm sure there'll be features from s4 that I'll miss when actively in 3 (I already forgot there weren't separate friendship/romance bars, for one example, and my god the build mode struggles...) but I saw so many little features when re-reading that I miss.

So. Who knows! We'll see!

#purity's rambling #as demonstrated by these posts i haven't got less long-winded since i left #lmao

[hard-core-super-star]

I think I sent the last ask and forgot to make it anonymous, I'm going to faint right now. about comfort, do you say about writing something small and quick or is it about some fluff? 🤔

well, looking at the bright side is looking at my side, after all, a star has to shine so- “unless” lmao. unless what? don't be shy finish the sentence.

are you defending me from the reference you made that I didn't get? Kejskakwk there's a whole conspiracy behind this 119% and now I understand it, but I didn't expect it to be something random, I thought it had to do with your age.

RIGHT? even the dialogues between themselves are incredible. NO RUBIX, EVEN THEN YOU CANNOT TAKE THE PHONES!!! but I completely agree, Children shouldn't have access to the phone at such a young age, but I think what's even worse is children who at that age have already developed an addiction.

It took me a while to learn that there wasn't just one Robin in the bat-family lmao. but yes, if it makes sense then I will continue to love them the same, even though I am called a “fake fan” by a certain someone-

It's really cool that you just go after the poorly written part of the shows and throw rocks at them and then just rant about it. It's not a complaint, I'm for it whatever you call it. Firestorm! wow, I'm really bad with names too, jesus. Oh yeah- I see it, but hey, it can still be given to you, but by yourself. you can write after all. I don't remember who they are 😭😭 the thing about them being irrelevant is real apparently (I'm literally almost asleep writing this, there's probably something that doesn't make any sense, now let's see if I have enough strength to answer the next one)

– 🌟

you definitely sent it on anon so don't worry about it. and if you ever do forget, i’ll just delete it and pretend it never happened. i respect your decision to stay anonymous and mysterious. honestly, it's a bit of both. writing fluff can be incredibly therapeutic for me and writing those short headcanon sets makes me feel better about going so many days without posting a full fic. i still take forever to write the headcanon sets though which doesn't leave me with the greatest feeling in the world but oh well.

alskdkdk that's an excellent way to put it, i approve. in the words of my favorite star,”nuh-uh, no way.” two can play the game of unfinished sentences. the only difference is my unfinished sentences are still obvious so 👀

i was trying to help you feel better about not getting it and i think i succeeded. it's also not completely random, to be fair. i have a strong attachment to the song because i was born on a 19 [i’ll keep the month a secret for now because it's fun] which means that yes, it does also have to do with my age ‘cause i’m nineteen [call me. that's a reference to the song lmao] unrelated but i have 19 tattooed on me but in roman numeral version because i could.

i truly don't know how they came up with such amazing lines and this is making me want to replay the game ‘cause it’s been a WHILE since the last time i played it. fine 🙄 i won't take their phones. i’ll just silently judge them instead. exactly!!! it's concerning and i don't care how hypocritical it makes me sound.

skskjdjdjs i want to judge but i get it lmao. damn, that certain someone sounds like a cool person with a great sense of judgement 👀

i think it's just hard for me to turn off my writer brain sometimes so when i see something not done the way I think it should be done, i start trying to rewrite it in my head. sometimes that leads to fics, other times i just rant a lot. akdkkdksj it’s okay, they're genuinely not that important, in my opinion. they should have just focused on idk, giving caitlin a real storyline instead of adding new characters every other episode. [i thought your sentences made sense, don't worry. i’m also half-asleep writing this so bear with me and my tendency to skip over grammar mistakes when i’m tired 😶]

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