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flamingbluepanda · 1 year

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How to Camp for Beginners

Hello! Tis I, your local boy scout/girl scout/avid gay camper, here to give some top notch Advice™️ about camping! The season is nearly upon us and the woods are a callin' so let's get out there and be safe kiddos!

Before you Go!

Make sure you find a campsite you like and that fits your comfort level! There's ZERO shame in picking a place with cabins, public restrooms, showers, heated pools, hot tubs- whatever your looking for!

Once you pick your campsite, make sure you know the area around it- especially if camping somewhere your unfamiliar with! Example questions to make sure you know: Where's the local hospital? Where's the closest grocery store? Gas station? Are there rangers at your campsite and how do you get in contact with them? Does your campsite provide anything at all as a courtesy?

Also make sure you know the wilderness around you and prep accordingly -- if your camping in a site with bears during their non hibernating months, make sure you bring bear safe trash recepitecals if your campsite doesny provide them

Bring people with you. People you know and trust. Seriously, the buddy system saves lives. Do NOT camp alone unless you are an EXPERT and know the area EXCRUCIATINGLY well. This is also not the place to go with your new romantic partner/friend/friend or partners family -- some people are very good at pretending to be safe and getting you alone in the woods is when they stop pretending.

Pack layers. Make sure you bring at least one set of sweatpants and hoodie, bonus points if their insulated. It gets very cold at night in most wilderness locations, even in the summer.!

Bring at least one set of waterproof clothes, including rain boots and a waterproof coat.

Pack however many sets of underwear and socks you think you need to bring, then pack more. Bring an overwhelming number of socks

Bring good sneakers that are broken in but not worn out

Flashlight with extra batteries and a portable battery cube, fully charged

Make sure you have sunscreen and bugspray, your skin will thank yoi

While packing food, make sure you bring things that will last the trip in an insulated bag or cooler. Don't buy your ice until your close to your camp. Some campsites will even offer bags of ice at the ranger station!

Bring PLENTY of water. My brother always packs ten nalgenes full of water, others bring a big pack of water bottles. Stay hydrated!

If you're bringing a furry friend, make sure they are fully up to date on their rabies and Lyme shots

Pack In!

Make sure you have a full tank of gas when you arrive at your campsite

I personally like to leave my phone in my car while I camp. Bring books/art supplies/journals or whatever you do for fun -- if that's your phone and you have service, great!

Having said that, if you ARE having a technology free camping trip, pick one person in your group with the best phone and declare them the emergency phone person

Best doesn't mean newest -- your friend who hates capitalism and has a Nokia that can survive nuclear fallout should be picked over your friend with the brand new super fragile iphone

Make sure the emergency phone remains fully charged and comes with you when you leave the campsite. Most emergency calls will work without cell service, but a dead phone can't make calls

Make sure you get the rangers number! Rangers are your friends, they want you to have a safe trip and are there for all your questions!

Also make sure to respect the rules of whatever campsite you're at -- if you're on boy scout property for example, you absolutely CANNOT bring alcohol. If you're having a fun adult camping trip, make sure you know the weed laws in that state before your puff and pass.

While setting up your campsite, try to find somewhere dry, that's not located near the bottom of a hill or next to a river.

Try to find places that don't have a ton of loose rocks or dirt, but where the ground is soft enough to nail in stakes for tents/canopies

Most campsites will have an assigned area with a fire pit, but if yours doesn't, make sure you collect enough rocks to build a fire circle before roasting any s'mores!

If your campsite doesn't let you bring cars past a certain point, make sure you know the fastest and safest route to the parking lot

I cannot stress how important it is to make sure you know the emergency numbers -- if theres a medical emergency, you may not be able to get someone to the car. Rangers will have ATVs and paramedics will have the skills to get people out of situations

Make sure your first aid kit is well packed with plenty of bandaids antiseptic and gauze- triangle bandages are also a versitle tool that can help with sprains splints and holding bandages in place. Preferably bring someone who knows at least basic first aid or CPR -- if you can't find a friend with that knowledge, make sure to be extra nice to the rangers

Bring an extra large bottle of your preferred over the counter painkillers -- dehydration and too much time in the sun can cause headaches! Also nifty for twisted ankles or sore backs from sleeping on the ground.

If you forgot your tent stakes, that's okay, put a spare cooler/bag/something heavy in the center of your tent to weigh it down in case of high winds.

If you forgot your rain canopy, a ripped trashbag will work in a pinch, but be warned: it's gonna get hot as HELL in that tent

During your Trip

Sunscreen and bugspray every day- even cloudy days have high UV rays, melanoma kills

Whether cooking on portable grill or campfire make sure your meat is fully cooked.

Chopping your produce and meat and cooking them in two separate packets of tin foil makes delicious meals, plus it's easy to check how done it is

Speaking of fires, make sure you have fireproof gloves and tongs if cooking over a campfire

Zip tents if rain is predicted but believe me, tents are like fucking hot boxes, so try to get as much air movement as you can.

If your campsite doesn't have latrines/portapotties/bathrooms (and you didn't bring one) be a good friend and make sure your camp's designated potty site is down wind of your camp. Also, human droppings can attract animals, so make sure it's a good distance away

(seriously though consider bringing a porta potty they make ones for campers)

CHECK FOR TICKS!!!! CHECK FOR TICKS EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU CAN!!!

Ticks like warm, dark places, so make sure you check behind your knees, under your arms, the back of your neck, in your socks and your privates! Ladies- that includes under the boobies. Wearing long pants, high socks, or long sleeves can be a simple and efficient tick deterrent, especially in marshy areas or tall grass. Don't forget to check your pets if they came with you!

If you find a tick, get some tweezers, grasp as close to the skin as you can, and slowly but firmly pull down on the tick- remember, you want the head out. You can also use a credit card or any other dull edge to help push downward.

Wet feet cause blisters, so always wear socks and change them often. If you get a blister, DONT POP IT, cover it with a bandaid or surround it with moleskin

Hydrate hydrate hydrate hydrate, drunk water every fifteen minutes even if your not thirsty

Remember to respect the nature around you- don't go pulling leaves off trees or disturbing animal dens, stay away from pretty much any animal- yes, even deer, bucks can and will gore you If frightened enough, deer can tramble you and even the cutest little Birdy can carry rabies and other diseases.

Poison Ivy has three leaves, poison oak looks like a strangling vine, and poison sumac has berries. Make sure you know what grows in your camping area.

If you brought a pet, don't let them eat any plants!

Make sure to use the buddy system especially if someone starts feeling ill- a lot of really dangerous illnesses start out looking a lot like colds and flu

Make sure to have a bucket of water next to your campfire, and every night make sure to completely douse your fire before turning it. Splash water on instead of dumping and make sure every ember is out- remember, only you can prevent wildfires

If you brought a gas powered generator for your campsite, make sure it's as far away as possible from the fire pit. Also, they're quite loud, so maybe don't put it near your tent. Put it on the outskirts of the campsite and don't leave it running when you're not there

Pack out!

LEAVE NO TRACE!!! make sure you clean up ALL your litter, all of it, every single one. Check and triple check your entire camp site.

Make sure everyones tent poles and stakes end up with the correct tent- you'd be surprised how brand specific stuff like that is.

Especially don't leave any food items -- there's likely going to be another person filling that campsite soon, they don't need moldy food attracting critters!

If there's a sign out sheet, don't forget to sign out at the ranger station! If they had to evacuate the campsite for whatever reason, they'll need to know you're gone!

Do a final tick/other bug check- you don't need to be bringing bugs home with you! Also check that there are no critters are in your supplies -- this sounds obvious, but you'd be surprised where snakes and mice can end up.

Give your pets an extra good bath when you get home. You don't know what could've gotten stuck in their fur!

Tick/spider bites tend to look like bullseyes. If you develop bullseye shaped rashes after you get home, seek medical attention.

Most of all, have fun and be safe!!!

#camping #advice #adulting

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being-addie · 1 year

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Sunday Resets

Setting aside time for yourself is so important. I don't think people understand how vital it is to pay attention to your body and just take a day to let your body r-e-l-a-x. We're all so busy fighting to reach the top, that while climbing the corporate ladder, we lose ourselves somewhere along the way. Burnout, depression, and monotony come into play when we don't listen to our bodies telling us they need a break.

Once every two weeks or so, on a Sunday, I turn off all my notifications and have a day dedicated to me. Giving my body some TLC, resting and preparing for the next week. If I have plans on a Sunday, such as brunch or a meeting, I shift that day to Saturday, or at the very least, a day where I have at least 4-5 hours to spend leisurely.

Things I like to do on my Sunday resets:

Wake up early/sleep in: Depending on my mood, and how much sleep I've had during the week, I'll either be up at the crack of dawn or still in bed till it's nearly noon. There's no shame in staying in bed till 11:30 if you're particularly exhausted, but I recommend waking up at least before 11 AM because then you'll feel tired and groggy (of course, this doesn't apply to everyone)

Clean my room: I always make my bed without fail, and if my room is messy, then I'll clean it. Clean the vanity table, my desk, closet, art cupboard and bookshelf, and then the bathroom. If my mom needs help around the house, I do that too.

Food: I make myself a good breakfast, taking time to move around the kitchen and just breathe. I'm getting to eat good food, the sun is shining and I'm alive. It's great. Sometimes my dad cooks for the whole family and we just sit and eat together.

The Everything Shower: I take my Everything Shower on Sundays, where I wash my hair, deep condition, use a hair and face mask, exfoliate and do a face massage. I don't shave because I get my waxing done in a salon. I then slather myself in cocoa butter lotion and apply lip balm. Then do my hair routine (curly hair). It takes a few hours, but it's worth it.

The Next Week: I prep for the next week by cooking something I can take to my classes, like granola bars or homemade pita chips. I also sit down and plan my schedule (any dinners, meetings, parties, etc) and make a rough plan of my goals for the week, like assignments and deadlines.

Errands: I usually make a list of things I need to do during the week, like any specific separate groceries that I use, art supplies I'm low on, or needing to top up the air in my tyres. Then I go complete all of those in the afternoon.

Walks: In the evening, I take a walk around the block with a friend. I usually am too busy to do this during the week, so getting some fresh air is always a treat.

Relax: The rest of the evening is spent relaxing. I watch Netflix with my family, chat with my younger sister, read a novel/play the piano/write poetry. We have dinner together and then either watch a movie or just spend the time talking about our week, or the news. It's fun.

Double-check: Before I go to sleep, I make sure to double-check that my work is done, my bag is packed, clothes are folded and all my devices are charged. I'm in bed by 10:30 PM.

Remember that not all Sundays will be like this. Sometimes I'm extremely drained, so I'll sleep in, order food and just lay in bed recuperating. It's okay to take a rest day. This guide is if you want to be more productive, and it helps the week go smoother. Be the person who has their life in charge. You've got this.

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elliesblkgirlfriend · 5 months

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Abby with A Black girlfriend headcannons

-Girlfriend Abby who has patchwork Tattoos. She loves to play with the ends of your braids while you trace the ones she has on her arms and legs

-Girlfriend Abby who knows how to cook her ass off. You taught her how to make soul food one time and came home to her flipping some chicken and making collards greens

-She definitely helps you take down your hair. You sit in between her legs and let her do all the work.

“Come on baby girl, time you take your hair down”

-She’s definitely takes care of your hair as if it’s your own. She makes sure too extra gentle

-She always goes to the beauty supply store for you. Knows what brand of braiding hair to get, what color, how many packs( always gets an extra pack just in case)

-If you like to dye your hair she will definitely help you. Gloves and all

“Abigail you better know what you’re doing, you make me bald I’m kicking your ass!”

“Girl shut up and bend your head down”

-doesn’t mind Paying for your hair . Will pay with no problemKnotless braids? Done. Butterfly locs? Paid. A wig install? Paid and laid.

-Definitely drags and slanders racist and ignorant and people with no problem. Will drag them in comments and will drags them in person. Does not care.

-She had what kind of Hair care products you use mesmerized. When she goes on a short target run and she sees the hair oil you use. She definitely buys four…or more bottles.

-She’ll purposely leave her own shampoos and hair products at home just so she can use yours because she likes the way they smell

“Abby stop using my shit! It’s only a little bit left!”

“Sorry, I forgot mine at home” she says with a smile

“Liar. Did it on purpose” you mumble rolling your eyes

-Always helps with your hair. ALWAYS! You can’t tell her no because when you do her fingers always end up in your hair anyway

-Abby can braid girl! Abby you know how to braid babygirl!!

-You both have a matching scarf and bonnet. Abby’s wears hers with no problem.

-Girlfriend!Abby who likes to get matching nail art with you. Thinks it’s cute

-Her instagram is filled with pictures of you two together or just you by yourself.

-definitely keeps a Polaroid picture of you in her wallet. Definitely pulls out her wallet and looks at it when she’s having a bad day. The sight of you clams her down

-She’s not really into PDA. The most she’ll do in public is hold your hand, but in private she’s all over you. If she could she’d jump into your skin.

-She’s a neat freak and when you refuse to clean up your room she’s cleaning it for you.

“It’s just a few clothes” you say shrugging as you lay on your bed

“A few clothes are gonna turn into a few dozen knowing you” she mumbles throwing your clothes into a hamper

-Your family loves her. Adores her. She becomes your moms taste tester

“Abby! Come in here and taste this potato salad!” You mom screams from the kitchen and Abby goes running

-This girl will fuck UP some peach cobbler and sweet potato pie. She don’t give a fuckkk!

“Baby, put me some peach cobbler on a plate” she asks in a whisper so your family doesn’t hear and think she’s greedy

“Abby that’s like…your third plate of peach cobbler…”

“I didn’t ask…please go get me some more…please”

#abby the last of us #abby tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #tlou2 #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby x black reader #abby x you #tlou2 abby #abby headcanons #abby anderson fic

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wally-darling-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Wally: Actor Wally x Stage hand one off

Do not tag clown bee cause they don’t want to be tagged in written fan art but for everyone else to se HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLOWN AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE WHO HAS BIRTHDAY TODAY 🎂 make sure to keep you eyes out for random birthday cakes

🍎Today was just another day for Wally. Drive to the stage area. Park his car in his private spot. Head on in to go to his dressing room and get a team to do his makeup. He actually forgot it was his birthday because the week had been so busy. They had been making a Mother’s Day post and talking about moms on the show and people who we see as moms. It was exhausting to Wally. He never really talks about his mother. Though he loves her a lot. He just gets so busy with work that he barely has time to contact family. He heads to the stage shooing away the makeup artists who finished with him so he can go to wardrobe. He notices you and his fellow cast mates whispering but is whisked away to be in todays outfit.

🎬 You were talking with the cast the other day and they told you about Wally’s birthday. Barnaby told you how busy they all been lately and how Wally may have forgotten. So you all got together and formed the Wally Birthday 🎂 surprise group. Poppy would bake the cake. Howdy would get the supplies and Sally would decorate. Since those three weren’t in this weeks episode. They really wanted to help out. So you tell them to bring everything to the dressing room on Wally’s birthday and while everyone is filming the show , they set up for the surprise party. You watch Wally walk by and wait for him to leave the dressing and as soon as he left , the party set up started!

🍎 Wally exits the dressing rooms and sees that Howdy , Poppy, and Sally walk away. He just assumes they going to go chill at the food court area since they weren’t in todays episode. He watches you run around seeming to do even more extra stuff. He wonders what you are doing but he does the episode. Barnaby was talking about his chicken mother. Julie was talking about her oldest sister who she sees as a mom. Frank talked about how his mother used to put bandages on his knee when he fell and Eddie talked about how his mother made the best biscuits he ever had. Wally talks about his mother with the others as they record the show. Not knowing what was happening behind the scenes. Soon enough. They finished filming and everyone packed up. His friends left him like they ran. He was confused . But he heads to wardrobe to get in his regular clothes.

🎬You hush everyone. Making sure they have their gifts in their hands for Wally knowing he would be coming in. The door slowly opens and in comes Wally. You all yell , “SURPRISE !!! Happy Birthday Wally!!!” Confetti flew at him and his face looked shocked. Poppy showed a cake that had his face on it. 🎂 He was so shocked . Everyone hand their gifts and gave him hugs and sang happy birthday and he just smiles tearing up. You hand him your gift last. He opens it and it was a picture of all of them when you first started working together with them. “Thank you (y/n). And thank you for the birthday party,” he says which surprises you. He guessed right it was you. “I got one last gift for you Wally,” you say and give him a cheek kiss finally showing you like him . “Happy birthday Wally,” you say after it and his face turns bright red but he just sighs happily looking at you. “Thank you (y/n) ,” he holds your arm after was swooning over you . Best birthday ever

Ta Da. Some little fluff for my darling. Happy birthday to Clown and everyone else who has a birthday this month!!!!!

Wally tags: @akilaporu001

#welcome home #welcome home fandom #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home x y/n #wally darling x self insert #wally x y/n #wally x reader

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isabel3710 · 2 months

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I've dived headfirst back into my old Trolls hyper fixation with the release of the third movie. So I decided to write a little something for the idea of Branch being adopted by the Country Trolls.

I was inspired by some fan art by crunchy_coookies_ on insta and @rocksibblingsau's AU and a post they've made on this idea.

I would love to turn this into a full fledged fic one day but I'm already working on another trolls fanfic plus I got some (very loose) plans for another for when I'm done. But if I every have the time to write more I'll be sure to let you all know!

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A little gray trolling sat on the edge of a dusty road, a worn looking bag sitting beside him. Branch held his ankle with both hands, it throbbed with pain and he was struggling not to cry.

A few weeks ago Branch had decided to leave his tribe once and for all, he was tired of being bounced around from foster home to foster home. Full of people who either hated him or tried to turn him into something he wasn’t. So he packed a bag full of his prized possessions and any supplies he might need and snuck out in the middle of the night.

At first things were great! And then he left the forest and made it to this desert of a wasteland, Branch did okay at first. He was careful to ration his food and slept with a knife in his hand.

Then today Branch had gotten his foot caught in some kind of hole and now his ankle really hurt. He had tried to stand up and power through but couldn’t without pain getting to an overwhelming degree.

He sniffed and whipped at his eyes, Branch didn’t know what he was going to do. He was stuck here with a hurt leg and he had run out of food last night.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by some strange clip-clop sound. Branch reached into his bag and pulled out his little knife. He was alone out here and who knew how many things out in this strange land liked to eat trolls.

Dust had suddenly risen up into the air and got into Branch’s eyes, he tried to blink it away as the strange sound got closer and closer. When his vision had cleared he saw the figure that matched the clopping sound.

And….

It was a troll?

The troll looked like one he had never seen before, she had orange skin and red hair which did remind him of the trolls back home. But that was where the similarities ended, for she had four legs with hooves and a fluffy looking teal tail. Her clothes weren't neon or pastel colored or covered in glitter, but fairly plain looking; with a few dirt stains and patches.

The woman seemed to notice him too for she started to walk over to him, the clopping sound following her. “Hey sugar” she said, her voice sounded strange. Nothing like Branch had ever heard before. “Why’re you out here all alone?”

Branch sniffled and tried to scoot away on his bottom, dragging his injured leg along the ground. The hand holding his knife shook a bit.

“Hey, hey” the woman said, her voice gentle. “I’m not going ta’ hurt you.” She knelt in front of him “what happened ta’ your leg?”

Something about this woman felt calming, Branch hadn’t met anyone who made him feel this way since his Grandma died. “I tripped,” he said, tears running down his cheeks. “It hurts really bad.”

“I’m sure it does” the woman said “mind if I take a look?”

Branch hesitated before nodding, the woman carefully took his ankle in her hands. He winced a bit in pain but stayed still. The woman tutted softly “looks like you sprained it honey.”

“Oh…”

She pulled out a piece of dark green cloth and tied it around his ankle. “We'll have to put some ice on it.”

“I don’t have any ice,” Branch said.

“Not to worry,” she smiled at him, “town’s not too far from here.”

There was a town out here… “how?” He asked, “it hurts to walk.”

“Climb on my back” she said “and I’ll carry ya.”

“Won’t that hurt you?”

She chuckled “you’re sweet, sugar, but not to worry. I’ll be fine.” The women helped Branch sit on her back before slowly standing “hold on darlin’.”

Branch held his bag in one hand and to the women’s shirt with the other. And she began to walk, the clopping sound following them. It was then Branch realized he had no idea what this lady’s name was.

“Ms” he said “I’m sorry but… What’s your name?”

She chuckled “no need to apologize hon. I’m Ms Delta Dawn. What’s your name?”

“Branch.” He said “my name is Branch."

#fanfic #fanfiction #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanfic #trolls fandom #trolls branch #trolls delta dawn #what-if Branch was adopted by Country trolls #I wrote this during class #I Wanna Find A Home fic #country troll branch #trolls au

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dark-is-d3ad · 5 months

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OK, I'm moving soon, and I'm currently sitting in the middle of my ravaged flat surrounded by boxes, jars, and all sorts of things you never know you even had before it's time to go pack them up.

So here's a bunch of soapghost headcanons about moving in together.

• They end up helping each other to pack things. The flat they chose is a two-bed in Epping, really close to the forest. Easy to get to when they come back for a break, technically still in London, but in a quieter area on the outskirts of the city. Ghost checked for a multitude of things, including ways to get in and to retreat, hidden cameras, and he's making a custom surveillance system for it. You can never be too safe, right?

• The second bedroom is going to become Johnny's art studio. Ghost has dibs on the living room, he's got a huge TV and a PS5. And his humongous bookshelf will also go in there. They plan it out perfectly, so that they can spend time together, but also can have their alone time without bothering each other.

• Ghost refuses help at first, but then Johny just shows up with his portable speaker, and hangs out with him. It's a little distracting, and he has way too many books, they run out of boxes. Ghost never tells him, but he's grateful, it was getting overwhelming.

• Ghost's place looks neat, if not a little barren, his things are all sorted to perfection. He's got a collection of shotguns, too. And a huge table, perfect size to work on them comfortably. Cleaning and servicing guns never fails to calm him down. His favourite is an older one, a Benelli M2. It's in pristine condition albeit a little worn, its barrel needs to be changed because it can only last through so much shots, but Ghost kinda wants to keep it as it is, even though it's not practical. He's sentimental about it. They spend a lot of time packing them all up carefully.

• Johny actually asks him to come over, because his adhd gets unmanageable when he goes through all his things, and it's easier if a very specific person makes him stay on track, otherwise he'd be still stuck there reading his diaries and going through his pile of sketchbooks, and oh, the drawing supplies, he has the urge to use that beautiful box of designer gouache his sister gifted to him literally right now because he forgot about it, and now it's so tempting. Ghost thinks of it as of a mission, so he comes up with a strategy and keeps it tactical. And he makes Soap take breaks every once in a while.

• Soap's stuff doesn't fit into the van. Even with the furniture dismantled and packed, he's got so much things, a lot of them art supplies, a huge easel, half-finished paintings, canvases he forgot about or he hadn't had time to come back to. And his bed is freaking huge. They finally cram it in, but it's a really tight squeeze. Comparing to this, Ghost's was half-empty. Thank god their new place is on the bigger side.

• Ghost gets distracted, too, when they pack the paintings. He's not an artsy kinda guy, yet they are so good, he's entranced. It's Johnny's turn to make him focus. Soap doesn't think much of his art, and Ghost makes a mental note to compliment it more often. He really wants to see more. Hell, he'd even pose, if Soap ever asks for it. He won't tell him though.

• There's a "do not touch" black sketchbook with a little white scull drawn on the cover, and Soap flushes deep red and packs it away in record times. Ghost is intrigued beyond measure. He has assumptions of what's in there, and he sneakily checks it out when Soap goes to pack his clothes. It's full of sketches of him. Soap actually took his time to study him, he thinks, even the tattoos are all looking exactly right. The ones from the shower make him wonder if Soap actually memorised him that well or he got some sneaky reference pics (how did he manage that, the bastard). It's got notes, too. It takes an effort not to read them, but Ghost feels like he already intruded a bit too much, so he puts the sketchbook back where it was. Just in time, because Soap pops out with an absolutely ridiculous coat in his hands, and goes "hey, look what I used to wear when I was 18!"

• Ghost has a freaking lot of random jars. They're all empty. When asked about it, he confesses that he wanted to make jam, his grandfather used to make a lot of it every summer. It's one of the good memories he has, and there's not so many of them. He tried to make it once, but failed, and had to throw away the whole batch. They keep each and every one, although it seems stupid.

• Johnny's art stuff is a whole lot. He's got tree branches and clay, and a fucking mannequin (it scares Ghost every time he walks in Soap's living room, because his side vision registers it as a person, and he can't get over it). The mannequin has a crooked smiley face drawn on it with a sharpie. There's sheets of metal, fabric, a lot of acrylic, and a ton of instruments. He was trying to get into modern sculpture, Soap says, it didn't really work out. Needs more 3d thinking. Ghosts proposes to try again after they move. He's good at fixing stuff, and he's really good at guerilla warfare, they'll find a way to make even the weirdest thing Soap comes up with hold together.

• Soap's got little led garlands wrapped on every vertical thing at his place. At first Ghost thinks it's stupid, but when the night comes, and Soap lights all of them up, it actually feels almost magical. They sit on the floor with mugs of tea and coffee, and, although it's messy and everything is moved out of place, it's still beatiful, and it feels so safe. Ghost finds himself feeling more like a 5 y o than he probably ever did, sitting there just watching lights slowly light up and fade. He's never been good at making his places cozy. He'll ask Soap to work on their new flat to make it more like that. He really wants the lights there, too.

• Johnny's mugs are all different. He's got the "guns and coffee" with a redrawn Starbucks logo, the mermaid holds two pistols. Ghost gets the "under all your tattoos you're still a mainstream cunt" one when it's Johnny's turn to make tea. He pretends to be offended. There is a pink one with "unt" on it. It makes sense when Soap turns it, and the handle finishes the word. There's one with lots of bees, and it reads "bear daddy". Ghost makes the stupidest jokes about it.

• Ghost hasn't got a lot of kitchenware, and all his plates and mugs are white, the cheapest ones from IKEA. And he's only got one chair. No guests - no need. Johnny finds it a little depressing, but says nothing.

• Johnny's spicerack is probably the second biggest collection he has after his art stuff. He likes cooking, and he likes trying new recipes. His favourite go-tos sit separately on the kitchen counter. Ghost has to admit that he's really good. Ghost's spices are just salt and pepper, which gets him "and you live like that? Lt!" from Soap.

• When they finally move their stuff in, a call from Price comes. There's things to do like right now, get ready in 5, be at base in an hour and a half. Ghost likes his work, yet he can't help but get a little grumpy. He really wanted to get it over with. And to see what comes out of it with all things in place. And to have a chill evening with Johnny, watching these little lights again with some quiet ambient playing on the background. "It's OK," Soap says, "we'll get it sorted when we come back."

OK, that's gonna be it for now, I have a sad option and a silly option to go for, but I'd rather make a part two and separate them.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #headcanon #moving

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ughkat · 7 months

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portrait | ashton irwin

requested

you and ashton have a picnic in the park. bringing your art supplies along with you, you decide to try and paint him and end up making a mess.

ashton x artist!reader

fluffy soft blurb

"Stay still." I giggled, peeking behind my canvas at the shifting boy in front of me. Ashton let out a chuckle as he reached for a strawberry on our arrangement of snacks beside us, quickly returning to position. I looked at his features closely, then back to my canvas, mixing colors carefully to perfect the shade of his hazel eyes. My eyebrows furrowed as I focused intensely on the portrait before me.

"You're so cute when you focus." He mumbled with smile, still eating the strawberry he grabbed. I peeked around my canvas again and glared at Ashton sarcastically. Our picnic was just perfect, we were surrounded by freshly cut green grass and oak trees, the grass topped with blossoming flowers of various species, releasing a calming scent to the air. The slow breeze mixed with the shining sun hit Ashton so beautifully, almost distracting me from my painting.

We arranged a generously sized blanket, along with various snacks, foods and beverages. I packed my art supplies with me, for Ashton told me he wanted to paint— which ended in me painting him instead. I obliged, for if I were given any reason to stare at and study him for any elongated period of time, I always took it. Though, his beauty was something a brush and a canvas was unable to recreate.

"Is it almost ready?" He tilted his head, doing his best to not sound impatient. I let out a small chuckle at his eagerness, glancing at him over my canvas.

"Not yet, be patient." I spoke softly, reaching to take a sip from my drink. As I closely inspected his finishing features, copying them onto my almost ready portrait, I glanced back up a final time to take a good look at my model.

He watched the scenery around us calmly, his soothing presence was like peaceful ocean waves

I added my final stroke to the canvas, beckoning Ashton to look my direction.

"Ready?" I chirped. He nodded with excitement, perking up in his criss cross position. I slowly turned the canvas, watching Ashton's face light up with a cheerful smile. He let out a giggle before moving the canvas closer to him.

"I love it, Y/n." He cheered, inspecting my work closely, "You never fail to amaze me with my own portraits, love.". He carefully scooted my canvas to the side, leaning in for a gentle kiss. Without me noticing, Ashton ran his index finger into a dollop of my paint, brushing it over my nose while my eyes were still closed and our lips were still connected. I let out a small gasp, dropping my jaw. He widened his eyes with a smug smile, knowing this was about to get messy. I quickly reciprocated the action with a giggle, rubbing a bright blue paint across his cheek. His reaction similar to mine, he pounced over me, supporting himself with his arms. He reached down and swiped a larger glob of paint, sliding it slowly across my cheek.

"Ash!" I exclaimed with a laugh, the leftover paint falling onto my shirt. Ashton wiped his hand onto his pants, leaning down for another kiss. I melted under his lips, our mouths dancing together in passionate rhythm. The paint on our faces mixed together and our kiss deepened, creating a series of new colors on our skin.

Our blanket, now covered in paint as well, wrinkled under our bodies as Ashton slowly brought his hand to my cheek, continuing our intimate make out.

He pulled away slowly, looking into my eyes adoringly.

"You're so beautiful." He spoke softly, using his thumb to wipe some paint from my cheek. I smiled back at him, then turned away, blushing.

"We made a big mess." I giggled softly, looking around at our paint covered blanket and clothes.

Ashton let out a chuckle.

"Let's make a bigger one."

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dragons-and-yellow-roses · 1 month

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Delighted to say that I spent two hours and went absolutely tunnel-vision insane and cleaned so much of my room and also packed.

#moving is hell and ill say that with my dying breath #which may come sooner than anticipated if i have to keep moving #ive been so bad at cleaning and packing lately and i need to get good fast because im moving in (checks calendar)#seven weeks. which sounds like a lot but it isnt #because my brain will keep repeating 'we still have seven weeks' up until my dad pulls up with the uhaul #time doesnt make sense in my brain. i have a bad brain #so today i didnt have work so i buckled down and cleaned so fucking much #old doordash bags in the trash. old soda bottles recycled. trash taken out. rug vacuumed. desk cleared. shit picked up #and so much packed!!#books. mugs. camp stuff. art supplies. clothes. blankets. stuffed animals. heater. and so much more!#i have a pile in my bedroom just dedicated to shit ive packed and it looks amazing #you know when you just get in the zone. auto zone #no that's not what i meant to say but y'know #it was good. fantastic. that's all of my energy for the next week used up #im just so proud of myself tbh #gonna go dye my hair now. and do some laundry

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7ndipity · 7 months

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Pumpkin carving with Tae

Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Just a cute pumpkin carving date with Tae.

Warnings: like one suggestive joke, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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“Tae, are you ready yet?” You called, setting out the last of the supplies the two you would need.

“Almost!” He yelled in reply.

As soon as the two of you had gotten back from picking out your pumpkins, he had zipped off to the bedroom to change, saying he had a surprise, piquing your curiosity.

When you had originally suggested decorating pumpkins together, you had thought it would be a easy enough idea for date night, seeing as technically all you needed was pumpkins and some knives or paint, but you must have somehow forgotten that you were dating Taehyung, because nothing with Tae was ever truly simple. He loved going all out on activities with you, especially holiday related things, and so far, this had not been an exception.

As soon as you had walked into his apartment, you had been stunned to find his living room fully decked out in Halloween decorations, paper bats and ghosts taped to the walls with black and orange streamers draped all over the place. He even lit a few pumpkin spice scented candles for full immersion, a full blown Halloween party, just for the two of you. He’d left you to browse the list of spooky movies he’d pulled up on the tv while you waited, taking note of the massive tray of candy and snacks that he’d also acquired, which there was no way you could possibly both eat even half of.

You’d just decided on a movie when the bedroom door swung open again, Tae strolling back into the living room, now wearing a pair of black dress pants, a matching waistcoat with a purple button-up shirt underneath, and a matching cape.

“Tada!” He announced, giving the cape a little flourish.

“What on earth are you wearing?!” You gaped at him.

“I’m a magician!” He said proudly.

“But, I thought we were saving the costumes for halloween?”

“We are, this is just for today.” He said. “Oh wait!”

He quickly snatched a headband from the counter before coming over and kneeling down in front of you and sticking it on your head, so that you were now sporting rabbit ears.

“There, now you’re my little bunny assistant.” He said, grinning widely.

“You’re not gonna try and pull me out a hat, are you?” You asked, skeptically.

“Actually, I was thinking I might try and make your clothes disappear.” He smirked, earning a swat from you.

“Would you please behave for once?!” You scolded, feeling your face heat up slightly as he snickered. “This is supposed to be a wholesome date.”

“Who gave you that idea?” He chucked.

“Tae.” You whined.

“Alright, I’ll be good.” He said, sitting down next to you on the floor in front of the coffee table.

“Where do we start?”

You both set to work on your individual pumpkins, Tae quickly having to give up part of his costume for the sake of functionality, discarding the cape over the couch arm and rolling up his shirt sleeves. Which, in your opinion, made the look far more attractive, but you kept your thoughts to yourself. He knew all too well the effect he had on you, and you weren’t in the mood to inflate his ego any more than necessary at the moment.

You were so focused on your own pumpkin, trying your best to get the eyes of your design even, that you hadn’t noticed his attention shift to watching you.

One of his favorite things was getting to watch you work on things like this, whether is was an art project or just trying assemble a piece of flat-pack furniture, something about the way your face scrunched up in concentration as you worked was so endearing to him, never failing to make him smile.

Letting the fluffy feeling in his chest get the better of him, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, causing you to start slightly, glancing up at him in surprise.

“What was that for?” You asked, letting out a small laugh.

“I dunno, you just looked cute, I wanted to.” He said, grinning at you, reaching over to adjust your ears, which had drooped forward and were beginning to threaten to cover your eyes.

Your eyes followed his movements, feeling your face grow warm again, before you snapped yourself back to attention.

“Are you almost done?” You asked, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“I think so, do you wanna see?” He said, moving back to his previous seat.

“Yes, please.”

He spun his pumpkin around, making you let out another laugh. Of course, he would carve his signature Vante design.

“That’s pretty good, actually!” You said, impressed.

“What, did you doubt my skills?” He asked, looking at you questioningly.

“No, never.” You said, shaking your head seriously.

“What about yours?” He asked.

“Eh, it came out a little lop-sided, but I think it’s still cute.” You said, turning your pumpkin around to face him, earning a thrilled gasp from him.

“Is that Tata?!” He exclaimed, leaning closer to examine the familiar heart-shaped alien design.

“It’s supposed to be,” You said, grinning shyly. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! I wanna take pictures of them to show the guys, it’s amazing!” He said, tackling you in a bear hug, sending you both sprawling on the floor.

“Tae! You’re gonna crush me!” You squealed, giggling as he peppered your face with kisses.

“I would never.” He chuckled, propping himself up to meet your eyes. “I love you.”

You raised a brow at him in surprise. “So suddenly?”

“Yeah, is that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded, winding your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a proper kiss.

“Hey Tae?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“I love you too.”

“Good.”

#taehyung reaction #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fluff #taehyung drabble #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts scenarios #bts one shot #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts imagines #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts requests #spooktober #7ndipity

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totisviribus · 1 year

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An ADHD Morning

I set seven alarms so I don't oversleep. I couldn't sleep last night because I was researching ancient Rome on Wikipedia until 2am so I am bleary tired. My coffee maker is moldy from last week's brew and I don't even consider cleaning it, I just know that I won't be having coffee this morning.

I forgot to shower the night before, but now I don't have enough time to do it this morning, I got up too late. I use dry shampoo and hope my hair doesn't look greasy (it does). I scrape it into a messy pony tail that will give me a migraine but it's the only way it looks acceptable. My finger nails are stumps of dried blood because I picked at them all night. The inside of my lip is swollen and bleeding because I couldn't stop chewing on it, thinking about how I could ruin today. My eyebrows need to be plucked. My face is covered in acne because I never remember to take my makeup off before I fall asleep.

My bedroom is a sea of clothes, piled high to obscure the wooden floors. One hamper has some clean clothes in it, I know, but I have forgotten which one. My ironing board is under the piles somewhere, but it's broken, so I'll have to try to use the anti-wrinkle spray on the sweater I fish off the floor and hope it looks okay. It's already been forty minutes, how has the time passed this way? I will be late now, no hope of arriving on time. My sweater is covered in cat hair. Where is the lint roller? I look through the piles and can't find it. I spend ten minutes looking for tape to make a make-shift lint roller and it doesn't really work.

My dresser is filled with empty makeup tubes, used makeup wipes, glasses wipes, and used lint roller sheets. I pick out the products I use and quickly do my makeup on my unclean skin.

Purse. I need my purse. Which purse did I use last? Which has my wallet in it? I walk past the piles on the floor of my apartment, past the dirty dishes, past the mound of art supplies on my desk. I find my purse on the floor under my desk. Okay.

Socks? I need socks. My socks might show when I sit down in these too-tight too-short pants. I have to find matching ones. Clean ones? No, that's too much of a reach. I must just find matching ones. I search, digging through the floor piles. I find two that do not match, but are the same color. Good enough.

Fifteen minutes late. My cat chirps as he brushes against my leg. Oh! My little friend! He's so cute and sweet. My sister loves to get pictures of him, so I'll take one for her. Look up here, Blue! So cute. I should really update the instagram I made for him, I've met so many people who have the same type of cat. I should edit some photos of him today to post. He makes me so happy. I feel so lucky I get to have a cat and such a sweet, loving one like Blue. How many people get to have such a great pet? I'm so thankful for him, and I tell him so while I scratch his face the way that makes him purr.

I text my sister the picture. She tells me to have a good day. I try to find a cute GIF to send her to tell her to have a good day too. Here's one with Snoopy. She'll like that.

I also need to feed Blue. There are a dozen empty, smelly cans on the counter of cat food, but I pick a new one out of the box they were shipped in and put it in his dish with a random measuring spoon because all my other silverware is dirty.

Bag. I need to pack a bag. Laptop, keys, tissues, pens, notebook, headphones, charging cable for my phone. Is that everything? And my wallet, of course! Aha. That would be bad if I forgot that.

My shoes are dirty and scuffed but I don't have time to fix them. What kind of coat? I don't check the weather. I pick out a thin yellow one that I like. I've always liked bright colors. This will cheer me up to wear it. Bag, coat, keys, phone...where is my phone?

I have headphones on, listening to a YouTube video on two times speed, but I don't know where my phone is. I don't have time for this! But I can't leave without my phone.

It's deep in the covers of my bed. I don't remember putting it there between sending the GIF to my sister and now, but no matter. I found it.

It's twenty degrees and raining. I have no umbrella and my spring coat is incredibly inappropriate for the weather.

I've left my car on the street for a few days in an area that is only for 3-hour parking. The parking tickets are stacked on the windshield. I owe the city about $400 in parking tickets and I keep getting letters from the police that they'll boot my car if I don't pay. I messed up the days on my budget spreadsheet, so I won't be able to pay them for another month.

I have no gas. I check the miles my car estimates I can go with the amount left and compare it to what my GPS says. Just enough. Maybe. It'll be okay. I can't get gas now.

I forgot to brush my teeth. I forgot my laptop charging cable. I forgot to take my medication, and I forgot to bring my medication with me to take my second dose. When I finally arrive at my destination, I don't remember that my debit card fell between the seat in my car yesterday while getting coffee at the drive-thru. So I leave without it. I also forgot to put deodorant on.

I wonder what my coworkers would think of me if they knew about my messy apartment, my poor hygiene, my lack of planning skills. Will they notice my teeth aren't brushed? Do I have any gum, mints, anything?

My coworker sees me come in late with in an oddly-fitting outfit and messy hair, but I greet them happily when I come in. They say that everyone forgets things sometimes and lends me their laptop charger. I'll forget to return it, but they don't know that yet. They don't know about my kitchen or my bedroom or my clothes or my unwashed face or my parking tickets. They don't know that without my medication I will be useless for the entire day and get nothing done, making more work for them.

I'm an excellent actress. I pretend to be like everyone else, and somehow I pass the test every time. I'm a shy, kind, young woman - they would never suspect there is a moldy box of forgotten take out food in my backseat that I'll discover in a few days. People socialized as female are expected to be neat, organized, in control. They don't even consider that I might not be those things.

"What did you bring for the potluck today?" my coworker asks.

The ingredients I bought for the dish I signed up to make are rotting in my fridge, forgotten as soon as I put them there after shopping two weeks ago. I didn't think to buy them closer to today. I also didn't think to put the pot luck on my calendar.

I make up an elaborate story about how my boyfriend needed to be picked up from a far-away job site last night. She believes me and I feel I don't deserve it.

I wish I wasn't a good actress.

#adhd #adhd women #adhd post #adhd tag #adhd things #executive dysfunction #neurodiverse stuff #add #essay #personal #totisviribusletters #adhd feels #adhd life #adult ADHD #adhd adult #adhd brain #my adhd

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saintsir4n · 9 months

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MIKAELSONS GO ABROAD

21st century one shot where the Mikaelsons are going on holiday.

PAIRINGS: MODERN DAY LUMIÉRES AND MIKAELSONS

WARNINGS: FLUFF

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“Lovey you already packed one sketchbook why do you need another?” Adrienne approached her husband, curiously glancing between the items in his hand and the ones in his suitcase.

She’d been packed for hours now, which didn’t matter since they were taking the private jet, so time wasn’t an issue.

Lies.

Yes, it was. It really was. Arguments had begun the moment their quarterly trip had a destination. Mexico. The majority were pleased about visiting the country, some for the first time, whereas Hadeon and Kol wanted to go to Morocco and Rebekah needed to see Milan and all the fashion it had to offer. Adrienne thought when the day came for them to head off, everyone would be smooth sailing, but they were Mikaelsons… it wasn’t in their nature.

“Because of Kol. You know he will ruin it!” Klaus stressed, gritting his teeth at the thought.

“He won’t,” Adrienne winced at the vein popping in his neck, her reassurance wasn’t helping much.

“Yes I will,” They heard him yell making Klaus turn to her in irritation.

Klaus shrugged off her soothing touches and flashed out of the room before she would say anything and the next she heard was the sounds of groaning followed by shouting.

“Children!” She heard Elijah exclaim from her shared room, followed by the sounds of Hadeon’s laughter.

“Addy!” Rebekah strolled in, dressed in a towel and barely holding up two pairs of shoes. “Burgundy or crimson?”

“Crimson,” Adrienne sighed when she caught the water droplets trailing down the blonde's face. Hair hair was concealed by a towel and now doubt completely wet. “Bekah, we’re leaving in two hours.”

“Don’t be foolish,” the blonde scoffed, “Us Mikaelsons don’t care for time.”

“Oh I know,” Adrienne muttered, watching her analyse the crimson shoes, with a furrowed look, “are you even packed?”

“I wouldn’t be showing you these if I was, would I?”

Just as Adrienne went to respond she heard a big thump from the other room.

“For Goodness sake!” Kol screeched, running past the room with Elijah on his tail.

Rebekah giggled to herself and followed them, wondering what the fuss was about.

“We’re leaving in 2 hours!” Adrienne yelled, though no one took that warning seriously.

“No we aren’t!” She heard her brother laugh at the notion.

Her husband strolled back into the room with a bloodied fist, “Sweetheart, I haven’t packed my acrylic paints, bloody siblings prevented me from seeking them out.”

“Start packing then,” she rolled her eyes and chucked him a cloth, before sitting with her back against the headboard, “May I remind you that our son is already ready and waiting in the nursery.”

“And may I remind you that our son is barely 2,” he sassed, focusing all his attention on his art supplies that sat near his clothes. “You packed for him.”

“And yet they cried when I didn’t pack their dinosaurs and toy wolves.”

“Mikaelsons are a dramatic breed,” he muttered, turning to her, waiting for her to respond, “And this is the part where you disagree.”

“If only I did,” she mused, sending him a sarcastic smile, to which he feigned offence, “hurry up.”

He went to reply but the cry from his brother-in-law had him laughing.

“Adri, Marcel took my shorts!” Hadeon yelled, glaring at the grinning vampire.

“Because you took my whiskey!” Marcel was quick to run when he witnessed his eyes turn black.

From the other side of the balcony, Elijah was reprimanding his sister who was still to make progress on her packing. It seemed that only he and Adrienne were taking this trip seriously. Clementine wasn’t coming this time, since she and Valerie were meeting with investors in France. He missed his little witch and was starting to wish he joined them.

“Rebekah, would you please get dressed,” he stressed. “Like Adrienne has stated, we’re leaving and have not got a minute to spare.”

“If only I could find my good jeans,” she whined, letting her hair fall and air dry.

They heard Kol laugh from a distance, “I might’ve accidentally burnt them yesterday!”

“Kol, you bloody idiot!” She shouted.

“Nik helped!”

Klaus was quick to defend himself, “No I did not!”

“Stop shouting you’ll upset the —“The sound of a youthful cry made them all wince, “…baby,” Adrienne took a deep breathe, then turned to her husband who was already about to step out of the room, “you are going nowhere, finish packing. AND THE SAME GOES FOR THE REST OF YOU!”

“Jesus Christ,” Kol mumbled under his breath, as he walked passed their room.

“Oh shut it, Kol,” Klaus snapped, then immediately heard everyone return to their rooms whilst he helped his wife hush their baby.

a/n:

Was thinking about making this a three parter.

#wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #adriennelumiere #klaus mikaelson x black reader #klaus mikaelson #witch #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaleson imagine #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #kol mikaelson #hadeon lumiere #marcel gerard #mikaelson family #mikaelson imagine

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breezy141 · 3 months

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༺♡༻ similar stories || simon ‘ghost’ riley ༺♡༻

༻✦༺ part one ~ the beginning ༻✦༺

“i didn’t carry you for nine months just for you to turn around and tell me your leaving. you are not going anywhere y/n, once your eighteen, then you can do whatever the fuck you want, but while your here and living under my roof. you will not be going anywhere!” you wanted to leave, you were prepared for the worst but clearly you had no idea how far it would go.

“at this point, i wish you never carried me. should have gotten rid of me when you had the chance! since i was little you have never been a mother to me. no wonder dad left! at least he treated me like i was something” you clutched your cheek. the woman you called your mother just..slapped you.

slapped her daughter, her only daughter. tears pricked at your eyes, you didn’t dare to cry infront of her. didn’t want her to think you were weak. all you remember was rushing to your room and packing all your bags with whatever you could get your hands on. clothes, socks, blankets, pictures. everything.

it was an impulse decision but you knew it was for the best. “y/n! y/n i swear to god you get back here right now!” your mother shouted to you from the bottom of the stairs, ignoring her you continued packing your things. in due time she made her way up the stairs calling you every name under the sun.

as you threw your art supplies in a separate bag, mother barged her way into your room. grabbing a chunk of your hair and-

“y/n?” a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts, startling you a little “you’re zoning out again” you nodded, apologising for ignoring your friend.

you were stood in the kitchen of your home, near the sink, the tap had been running for how ever long you were stood there in a trance of your own thoughts. “no worries, thinking of her?” nodding as you turned off the tap, you turned around to look at your friend.

“i wish things didn’t go the way they did, i mean i don’t even talk to connor anymore. she tore the family apart, i hope he’s okay”

“i’m sure he is, you always said how much of a brave fella he was. he saw the things she used to do to you, he knows she isn’t a good person. hell, maybe he’s trying to get out of there too, maybe already has” your friend pushed himself away from the counter and made his way to you.

“he’s okay lass, trust me” you nodded and shot him a smile “thanks johnny” he nodded and began walking to the back garden. “come on, come celebrate” after contemplating a little if you wanted to go back outside, you decided you might as well. some of your closest people were out there waiting for you.

running a hand through your hair you decided on following johnny out and apologising for your absence. “ah hey kid! bout time you joined us again!” john price, practically the guy who saved you in a way, without him you’d probably be living on the streets.

a week after the incident you planned out a way to escape from home without mother noticing. it didn’t take a lot of planning, as you picked up her familiar routine. she came home from work, drank a few bottles of cheap beer, then slept the rest of the night.

so, you waited for her to pass out drunk of the sofa, once that was confirmed you slipped a note under your brothers door explaining what you were doing, why you’re doing it and how he can contact you in the future if he wanted to. after that, you slipped out the back door and ran as fast as you could without trying to alert the neighbours dog.

unfortunately, you didn’t have much of a plan after this. so the only thing you thought of was to go around knocking on people’s houses asking to stay the night, probably the most unsafe thing you could have done however it couldn’t have gotten any worse.

thankfully, after an hour or two of getting told no, you happened to knock on the door of a gentleman who was willing to help. the man who opened the door was in plaid dressing gown, with brown joggers on and slippers. when he opened the door, he looked at you from top to bottom assessing your appearance. slugged shoulders, pleading eyes, chapped lips and a scar that went from your temple to to your jaw.

for some unknown reason he intimidated you, it made you forget the same thing you had rehearsed to the many other people before him. “i-i just ran away from home, for a good reason” you quickly added on.

“i’m only 17, i have have no where to stay and i was just wondering if i could maybe stay the night. i know it’s a huge ask but i’ll only be here to the sun comes up and i’ll be gone. i don’t mind where i stay i just..i need somewhere to stay” you let out a deep sigh, feeling relieved. the way he looked at you made you have a little bit of hope.

“name?” he deeply said, your furrowed your eyebrows “what’s your name?” your face relaxed, again it built up the feeling of hope “y/n l/n” he nodded “come on then”

it had taken you back, you smiled slightly “really?” he nodded “come on, your letting the cold in” you nodded and quickly hurried up the steps. you squeezed past the man, saying thank you nearly a million times. he showed you to a spare room he had in the basement of his home.

his home was cosy and inviting. you scanned the environment as he showed you down the steps, he had pictures of him, friends, family as well as army pictures, medals and self portraits of himself.

“you’ll stay down here, tomorrow we can discuss what your plan is. i’ll wake you up at eight thirty, can you eat everything on an english breakfast?” is he offering me a full english? you nodded your head. “night” he said while walking back up the steps.

-end of part one-

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this first part was just an introduction to the story. i really hope you guys will enjoy this, i’m hoping to actually keep on top of this. i’ve had writers block FOR SO LONG and finally decided to just go for it.

love you 🫶🏻

#simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #captain price #ghost #soap mw2 #gaz mw2 #fluff #call of duty #love story

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yardsards · 19 days

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sir you must tell me everything about adamellie at your earliest convenience.

as well as perhaps a visual depiction via art or picrew???

goobnight

okay so here is a picrew of her i made bc i have art block (it's not perfect like i think her hair is curlier than this, and i'm still unsure on certain details or her clothes, but Close Enough)

and here's an adventurer's bible style character sheet:

full name: adamellie of the house of wynd

age: 47

race/gender: half elf, half half-foot / female

birthplace: the southern central continent

relatives: father, mother (likely deceased), step-mother, half-sister

build: 120 cm, 22 bmi

likes: custard, oysters

dislikes: anything with a visible face (i.e. fish heads)

first death: treasure insects

(though some of this may be subject to change, especially her age. half-elves tend to mature at unpredictable rates and idk what maturity timeline i like best for her. maturity-wise she's in her early 20s, though. like, she is definitely an adult but her prefrontal cortex isn't quite done cooking yet)

okay so adamellie's existence kinda came from three main different thoughts

1: the corpse collectors/revival office are fascinating, i wonder what other kinds of financial exploitation can occur in the dungeon, like "pay for my services or you will literally die without them" situations

2: teleportation magic is interesting, especially those scrolls like mr tansu used. i wonder how someone could take advantage of those sorts of mechanics in a story that is so much about traversing a physical space

3: we see half-elves that are half-tallman. and the adventurer's bible mentions that tallmen can have fertile offspring with ogres or half-foots, as can gnomes with dwarves. i wonder what other combinations could exist

so adamellie's thing is like. so teleportation scrolls work like this, right?

well she basically saw the "this technique shouldn't be used unless absolutely necessary" and was like "hm yeah but what if i did anyway?" (it's risky and dubiously legal but that ain't stopping her)

she's got a few storerooms on the surface that she packs absolutely full of adventuring supplies. mostly food and drinks and medicine and mana herbs, but a couple spare bedrolls and clothes and weapons and whatnot as well.

she's got a teleportation scroll hooked up to each of her storerooms, and when she needs something, she just unfurls one of her scrolls, reaches in, and pulls whatever she needs out from her storeroom. it's not quite a bag of holding, but it's pretty damn close

it's a pretty unstable technique, but miraculously she's managed to not die or lose any limbs from this method yet, so she sees no reason to change it. the main mishaps she's encountered thus far are

1: on occasion, the scroll she carries with her randomly loses connection with the storeroom it's linked to, meaning she loses access to about a quarter of her inventory. sometimes she's able to reopen it, but doing so is very costly in terms of time and mana, so she typically just counts it as a loss for this trip. this has happened many times

2: a few times, she's gone through the scroll, either to escape a dangerous situation or to try and grab something from deep in the storeroom, and the portal closed behind her. this meant she was forced to exit through the storeroom's actual door and return to the surface many weeks before she had planned

3: she found a corpse on a lower floor while she was out of mana, so she put it in one of her storerooms for safekeeping until she could recover her mana and revive him. the scroll failed while the body was in there, meaning the corpse was no longer part of the dungeon and was just in some random storage closet on the surface, so the guy was unrevivable. oopsie daisies! (she only made this mistake once but it was a real mess)

4: thieves on the surface broke into a couple of her storerooms, breaking the spell (and stealing her stuff). she's been very careful to avoid this since then, using very strong locks on the physical doors of the storerooms.

despite the risks though, this is a pretty effective strategy in a dungeon where one of the biggest obstacles is your access to supplies. so what is she doing with it? is she an invaluable asset to some party hoping to defeat the mad mage? nah.

she's not sure she believes in the golden kingdom prophesy (and she thinks other monetary ventures like gold stripping, monster-culling, and selling research are all oversaturated markets). and she thinks that a party would just slow her down and attract unnecessary monster attention (and take a cut of her profits) anyway. she's just in the game to make a quick buck with her unique strategy.

she is a merchant, selling wares from her storerooms to desperate adventurers on lower floors, for absolutely exorbitant prices. it's not like they're in any position to haggle food prices when they're starving, after all. (she also does occasional healing or resurrection magic when she finds someone injured or dead, demanding high fees afterwards. if they refuse to pay, she says "okay, then do you want me to undo what i just did and injure/kill you again?" (she is absolutely bluffing. she sucks shit at fighting.) and if someone cannot afford to pay her in the moment, she makes them sign a contract that they'll repay her later, and puts a tracking charm on them)

she plays it fast and loose in the dungeon, traveling alone and spending a lot of time in lower floors. she uses her stealth skills, supplemented with magic, to sneak past monsters. when she's in a really dangeous situation (whether because a monster noticed her, or because an adventurer got Really Mad at her) she'll hop through one of her scrolls to the safety of her storerooms.

every couple months (or more, often if/when her scrolls fail) she returns to the surface to restock her storerooms and reset/repair/replace her teleportation scrolls. then, once that's done, she returns to the dungeon, trying to reach the lower floors again as quickly as possible.

she calls herself heroic, bringing food to the starving and reviving people at levels that most corpse retrievers often avoid. adventurers have mixed feelings on her. on one hand, running into her when you're in need can be a literal life saver. on the other hand, she is exploiting people while they're at their lowest

i will tell more about her and her backstory and family later bc it is A Doozy and this post is already insanely long lol (update: backstory has been added via reblog)

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God of Cowboys and Fools - Chapter One

Well. No time like the present. “I am the King in Yellow, and you are now my slave,” I tell him, because that is the truth and we might as well get it done.

He is a god, awakened in the crater of his birth. Somewhere out there is the Wizard he needs to ensure his misplaced immortality.

Now, if only the Wizard would just do as he was told instead of fighting back, they could get on with the business of living forever.

Written for the @malevolentmadnessmixup event! Art by @futuresoon.

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Chapter One

It’s a hard day to walk across a desert.

I didn't know about deserts. Well. Knew about them, but only as a concept—a memory of a memory, facts and figures. Not feelings. Not the actual fucking experience of walking across this arid, arrogant land that dares burn me, a god, as I traverse it.

Human bodies, I’ve decided, are walking pieces of shit.

Heat shimmers, screwing with my vision on top of everything else. Or maybe it’s the dehydration. Still, I think I see a place up ahead. I’m sure I do. I am right. I will it so.

Then I trip and fall—not for the first time—and land heavily on this hard-packed dirt, on the sharp little stones, and now, for the first time in my existence, the first time since I gained flesh and blood and a heart to pump it, I speak: “Fucking damn it! Gods damn… shit fucker… shit!”

My stupid human hands bleed.

Well. At least yelling made me feel better. I’m not sure about the reason for that, but I’ll take the relief.

Up, King. You are holy. You are important.

Yes, yes, I know. Shut up, voice. Whoever that voice is. Keeps trying to tell me where to go. Didn’t want me going this way. But it’s wrong. I have to. I feel him up ahead. The town (I will it to exist, not like some mirage) awaits my arrival. Ready or not, you fuckers, here I come.

It is a human town of modest means. Dust on everything, dust in the horse-water (Troughs, supplies the voice), dust on clothes and in hair and on skin. People move like they’re conserving energy—small steps, no wasted movement, eyes shaded against the cruel sun, and lips in tight and terrible lines.

Everyone notices me here.

Good. They damn well better. They may not know it yet, but their new god has come, and they will honor him.

Me. They will honor me. Damn this confusing language.

You’re doing fine, King, says the voice.

Fuck that guy. I don’t… remember that guy. The voice was there when I woke, was there to tell me of clothes and water and names of body parts, was there to say what happened at the end (and I don’t remember what happened, but his recollection feels wrong), and is just there now.

I don’t know why I don’t trust him, but I don’t. Still. I’ve done everything he says—except staying where I was. I couldn't do that. What I want wasn’t back there. It’s here.

A man in all black with a battered but polished star-shaped badge meets my gaze and holds it. His own eyes gleam under his wide-brimmed hat, and his expression seems wary.

I should blast him.

Don’t blast him, says the voice. Not yet, anyway.

Fine. I stare back, giving as good as I get (for which he should be grateful because he isn’t melting).

“Afternoon,” he says with a nod, touching the tip of his hat.

I can do that. “Afternoon,” I say back, returning the gesture.

“New in town?” says the guy.

Law enforcement, says the voice. Just play nice. You aren’t at full power yet, and a bullet would still hurt you.

“Yep,” I drawl, because he drawled, because this newly-woven brain absorbs knowledge at a rate I’m sure would terrify this simple human.

“Plannin’ on stayin’ long?” he says.

Careful.

Like I needed to be told. Stupid voice. “Depends on what I find,” I allow, drawling even harder (take that).

“Oh?” He tips his head back a little. This man moves smoothly; he’s older than I thought, his hair gray on the sides of his face, but his eyes are sharp, and his hands are steady. “What is it you’re looking for, stranger?”

“A man,” I say. “A very specific man. I know he's here.”

“Well, I might could help you out there, seein’ as I’m the sheriff of this town, and I know just about everybody,” he says, taking his damn time to say it, too, and pauses to spit some brown, nasty poison on the side of the road.

Chew, says the voice. Tobacco.

Ew! “Kind of a private guy. Travels. Big into nature, plants and animals, that sort of thing,” I say, drawling even slower. “Goes by the name… of Arthur Lester.”

The voice hisses in my head. That’s new.

The sheriff goes real still. That’s bad.

I keep myself real still, too. If he tries to shoot me, he won’t be too happy how it goes.

“You sure about that?” said this sheriff, low.

I wish you’d waited for me to come to you instead, says the voice.

Yeah, no. “I’m sure.”

“How’d you even…” The sheriff stops and shakes his head. “Fine. Fine. I’ll tell you where you can find him, friend: in Jack’s Bar.” He points down the way toward a saloon. Faint honkey-tonk music filters past the batwing doors, out of tune and atrocious, and I just know that place will smell.

Why would an immortal wizard be there? “You sure?”

“Oh, yeah.” The sheriff doesn’t hesitate. “Anybody asks you questions, you can say Dowd said you’re okay for now. For now, mind. No shootin’, no breakin’ shit, no ruining anything in my town, you hear me?”

Ruin? Ruin?

I could wreak havoc on this place. I could burn it down to ash, to embers and screams, I could roast their bones over the fires of their flesh, I could—

Laughter creeps out of the saloon. Fuck. They’re doing things without me. I never thought of that before. The world continuing, emotions soaring, all without my knowledge or permission.

“That’s quite the look on your face, friend,” says sheriff Dowd, and it’s not nearly as friendly a tone.

“I just want to talk to him,” I say, because it is completely true. “I don’t plan to stay here a minute longer than I have to.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says. “Off you go, now.”

Teeth clenched (what a weird feeling), I stalk toward Jack’s Bar.

It stinks, just like I thought it would.

Alcohol, vomit, and sex all linger here, just wisping past me like old smoke, and I briefly hate being in a human body. This weird form reacts to those things, like it wants to throw up, too, or something.

The men in here are sweaty. They wear suspenders, simple shirts, trousers of leather or linen, hats, and boots. The women wear voluminous dresses, cinched tight, that somehow manage to hide everything and reveal everything at once.

Fuck, this place smells like rotten teeth. Fuck.

It’s just for now, I remind myself. For now. Obviously, Arthur Lester has found a way to overcome this, or he wouldn’t be here. Fortunately for me, he’s easy to spot.

He’s so much better than all this fodder. Arthur Lester sits at the bar, leaning forward. His robe drapes his shoulders and falls in wide strips past his legs, just brushing his knee-high boots and held in place with his wide leather belt. There is no hat in sight.

I can tell by looking at him that he does not smell like the humans around him do. For one thing, his nails are perfectly clean. His hair—an indeterminate brassy color—is brushed back, neatly tied at the nape of his neck, and curls a little into the hood of his robe. He grips a mug of dark ale like a life-raft, staring into it and through it, like this is the only thing keeping him tied to this plane. His face and his eyes are red, like maybe he’s been crying. And all around him, warping the air, leeching color from floorboards, blurring the faces of anyone near him, is power.

Oh. Oh, this man. This is what I’m looking for. Right here.

My King, I could provide anything he could with significantly less trouble.

Whatever, voice. Shut it. I have my target now.

I approach him, unblinking. My stupid boots make noise, clunking and clonking. The leather of my vest creaks like some traitorous skin, and my poncho rustles. Even so, Arthur Lester doesn’t look up until I’m practically on top of him.

His eyes are solid blue, no pupil. Holy fuck. He’s blind?

“What?” he says, and something about the way he says it—the emphasized air in the wh, the crispness of the t—tells me that he speaks with an accent different from what I’ve so far heard. Fascinating.

Well. No time like the present. “I am the King in Yellow, and you are now my slave,” I tell him, because that is the truth and we might as well get it done.

Oh, for heaven’s sake! says the voice. Then the world explodes in fire and screaming, and the voice in my head is calling me names he absolutely should not.

[chapter two] [masterpost]

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #john x arthur #malevolent madness mixup #god of cowboys and fools

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