#ship: i'd dye for you

[yardsards]

gotten so fed up with the inability to find some decent goddamned blue hair dye that i've resorted to buying my usual brand *online*

#eliot posts #punky colour brand lagoon blue hair dye my beloved #got two cans of that and then some other shades i'd not tried before #bc you gotta have more than $30 purchase to get the free shipping #but $32 for 6 jars of dye are not bad #it's already cheapass stuff (which is why i tried it in the first place) but there was also a sale going on #so it's cheaper than it was back when i could buy it from walmart #i've only tried 3 brands of hair dye thus far #1: splat. the results are aight but it's a fucking nightmare to apply. no thanks. #2: punky colour. used to cost around $8 for 3.5 oz. super super concentrated. #i'd usually mix 1 part dye to 1-2 parts conditioner and leave it in for longer than the instructions said #and the colour would come out SUPER rich and vivid nonetheless. so in practice the jars are more like 7oz #if you write off the cost of the conditioner you mix it with (and you can use cheapass conditioner) anyway #3: unicorn hair. just under 7 oz for $16. not very concentrated. looks like when i mix 2 parts conditioner in w the prev brand #i can leave it on for over an hour and it won't get too dark or too neon. just stays a simple light shade #which is good for beginners who don't wanna accidentally get way too vivid of a colour but not for my purposes #was gonna try manic panic but am allergic #have not tried arctic fox yet bc it is expensive + i hate bottled dye i prefer jars + none of the shades in the store stood out to me #weren't any other brands than those in sally beauty OR walmart last i checked

[beanghostprincess]

ShuggyUta family is so cute and funny bc like.

One one hand - AAAA CUTE Uta one day having the EPIPHANY that half of her hair is WHITE, and HAIR DYE EXISTS so she hunts down the closest blue to Buggy's hair. She dyes it in the middle of the night, and either comes out next morning completely casual OR bursts out like "DAD, PAPA, LOOK NOW I HAVE BOTH OF YOU WITH ME :DD"

They both implode immediately ((and Buggy gives her the "The sentiment is so sweet baby, but remember you never ever have to change your appearance to be worthy of love. If you want to, want it for yourself, okay? We love you no matter what" talk))

Then there's also the shenanigans.

Buggy: .... whatchya got there?

Shanks and Uta, both holding one of Luffy's hands, holding cups in the other: ........ smoothies?

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Buggy: Shanks so help me, I TOLD YOU not to get another kid-

Shanks: whaaaaaat? Hahaha, no Bugaboo. You told me very specifically I am not to adopt another child :))

Buggy: so why are there two new children in the kitchen

Luffy: I adopted them!

Uta: we have big brothers now!

Shanks:

Buggy:

Shanks: you told me not to adopt anyone. You didn't tell Lu or Uta.

Buggy: alright. That one's on me.

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Rayleigh, surprise visiting his kids: hello my children, I have swam across the Grandline- is that a kid?

Buggy, Uta on one hip, Sabo on his shoulders, Luffy on his back and Ace clinging to his leg and glaring death at Ray: four, actually.

Ray:

Buggy:

Ray: I'm a grandpa? And you didn't TELL ME??

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Shanks: happy mothers day, Bug!

Buggy: i'm... not a woman?

Shanks: maybe not but you ARE a botto-

Buggy: punches him I'm keeping the roses and chocolates

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Buggy and Shanks teaching them the pirates code, weapons, Haki, sailing, navigation, etc.

Shanks has a moment of "is it really okay to have them on the ship? We were in danger, Bug, it hurt us, what if we're hurting THEM-??"

Buggy smacks him. "We're learning from our dads' mistakes, Red. It's not perfect. We're not perfect. We just need to be the best we can and always put them first. We need to communicate. If we leave them, we can't protect them. If we leave, they'll be on their own. This is the lesser evil. We need to have their security as our priority. We're pirates, but we're parents, too. We can not commit to one over the other, but we can't let it hurt our babies. They're ours now. We are NOT leaving them behind."

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Ace gets a crash course in his history. It's rocky at first, but it's only bc he asks Buggy and Shanks ((separately, mind you)) about "if Gold Roger Had A Kid".

Buggy responds with a snort. "I mean, he kinda had two? But if we had another, then word, I guess? I'd be a little annoyed."

"Bc of his blood?"

"What? No. I'd be pissed that Captain didn't tell me. Asshole move, that. Why do you ask, freckles?"

Shanks, meanwhile, just shrugs. "Ya know how they say blood is thicker than water?"

"... yeah?"

"Yeah, it's bullshit. I wouldn't really care. If Captain had a kid, that's just not my business. I bled with him, for him, and he did for me. I think of him as my father, so I guess that would be sort of like... a little sibling, maybe? But it'd be up to the kid. Your blood doesn't define you, Ace. That's a lesson all good pirates know."

"......... mm."

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Sabo, no warning, in the middle of dinner: I'm a runaway noble.

Shanks: oh neat.

Buggy: oh? Which family? Want me to rob them for you?

Sabo: you aren't mad???

Uta, shrugging: it doesn't matter. You're still a feral jungle brat. Besides, if anyone in the family passes as a fancy pants noble, it's me!

Buggy: 🤨

Uta: ... and mama Bug. I guess.

Luffy: I don't care. Sabo is Sabo.

Ace: yeah, what he said.

Buggy: I will still rob them though.

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That's all I got rn baaaaiiii

Help these are all great 😭 You made my day with this <3

They just keep adopting kids and expanding the family. When they grow up, they get their partners and Zoro, Yamato, Koala, and Perona are there 24/7 because these kids cannot have a normal relationship that isn't based on codependency and both Shanks and Buggy have to deal with four more people around.

Ace telling them he is Roger's child and Sabo telling them he is a noble??? That kills me. They'd be so supportive and protective of them, too. It kills me.

Also, Buggy would ADORE these kids. Rayleigh comes over and sees the whole thing and Shanks thinks he's going to be angry because they didn't tell him but the man is just amazed they managed to have a family of their own without fucking up. Buggy keeps saying it was thanks to him because Shanks wouldn't have been able to do it on his own and, like, everybody agrees.

#also bold of you to assume buggy isn't a woman. buggy is whatever buggy wants. buggy is a feeling. buggy is an experience #buggy is non-binary to me okay- #but this is all great PLEASE i've been laughing for ten minutes #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy #uta one piece #asl brothers #monkey d. luffy #revolutionary sabo #portgas d. ace

[count-alucard-tepes]

King👑x Reader

An unexpected encounter...

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Y/N had been part of the Big Mom pirates since she was 11 years old after being washed up on shore. Her unique black feathered wings was all Big Mom needed to be convinced that the child would be useful to her crew and she was taken in. Her most beloved son, Katakuri took the child under his 'wing' and she soon worked her way under his guidance until she was second in command of his crew.

It had been 20 years since that day.

Y/N had just reached the ship when she saw her Commander and smiled brightly, he was so amazing in her eyes and just the best person ever! She'd quickly go to his side, "...you look exceptionally sweet today, Katakuri-san", she said with a big smile.

He'd look down at her and roll his eyes, "...your sarcasm is going to be the death of me, Y/N....let's go, I haven't briefed you on our mission today".

Y/N would huff in response, "...that was me complimenting you! I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic for once!", she said as she followed him onto the ship.

"...that’s what you get for always being a smart ass then", he'd say with a teasingly tone as an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

"...hm...fine, where are you going today? Valley of the Gods to meet our ends?", she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

He glared at her and tsked, "...see...always got to be a smart ass with a sarcastic mouth".

Y/N pouted and refused to talk anymore until he told her about the mission.

"...so in light of Big Mom's alliance with Kaido...his first in command is meeting us to give us weapons and what not...I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but...I don't have any high hopes either for it to be a pleasant encounter...he can fly like you...so maybe you both can fly around and become friends".

Y/N stomped her foot, "...ah see who's being sarcastic now!".

He couldn't help but chuckle a little before composing himself, "...I'd prefer you just follow my lead...don't need you to start a fight for nothing".

Y/N just pouted even more and turned away from him, "...you're so mean! I always end battles I start!", she said her flame on her back grew a little more with her increasing emotions.

"...before you set the ship on fire, do I need to throw you in the ocean?", he asked teasingly.

Y/N quickly stopped her flame and nodded negatively, "No! My wings will get all wet...you know what happens when I do...especially with salt water...".

"...good girl...", he said before going on his merienda, leaving the young woman to pout.

It wouldn't be long before they would arrive on the island and King's ship was spotted, however he was no where to be seen.

"...apparently he flew out all of a sudden...works out for us since we wouldn't have to encounter him", Katakuri said as the exchange of goods started.

Y/N looked around and nodded, "...I'm going to explore the island and then stretch my wings...don't wait for me, I'll fly back to the ship when I'm ready", she said as she began walking into the forested area.

"...be safe...", Katakuri murmured as he watched her before going back to the ship. He knew she could handle himself....but something at the back of his mind made him worry for her safety especially now that King was MIA.

The island wasn’t part of Big Mom’s territory so naturally they were nervous when they saw one of her pirates on their island but Y/N didn’t pose a threat and would just buy some watermelon before tapping at a little stores window, “…do you have any black hair dye any chance? It’s kind of an emergency “, she said with a smile as she took a lock of hair with a free hand and smiled weakly.

“…yes, my wife could apply it for you if you like…she’s a barber but she does get the occasional lady client too”, the shop owner said gently.

This was unexpected, Y/N never really encountered nice people outside of Big Mom’s territory so it was rather refreshing.

“…sure…I don’t think I’d fit inside…so maybe she could do it outside while I eat my watermelon”, Y/N said gently as the shop owner realized that she stood 4 meters tall!

Y/N sat on the grass, cross legged as the lady washed her hair and took off the remaining dye, only to reveal her white hair, “…your hair is so beautiful…why do you dye it?”, the lady asked as Y/N smiled weakly.

“…I never really thought it suited me…so I always dyed it even as a girl…and it matches my wings when it’s black so it’s looks pretty cool”, she said as she stuffed her face with more watermelon.

Little did she know, flying right above her was King who had seen her hair and heard the entire conversation.

Before the lady could even start applying the dye, a gush of wind suddenly dropped it all on the floor.

Y/N froze for a minute, that was not a normal gush of wind…she knew that all too well and would look up to make eye contact with King the Wildfire.

“…you asshole! What was that for!?”, she said as she stood up and glared at him, “…you could literally flap your wings anywhere but you had to do it when this nice lady was helping me out!”.

The fire on his back grew wilder and that silenced Y/N, why…was it similar to hers?

“…where did you come from, girl?”, he questioned as he landed with a loud thud and began closing the distance between himself and Y/N. The town’s people began hurrying off away as they knew this could end terribly.

Y/N gripped the hilt of her sword as she stepped backwards, “…that is no concern of yours…”, she said calmly, sensing the vibe he was giving was off. Immediately, she’d distance herself from him and fly off but he was hot on her heels and before she knew it, he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her into the dense forest.

Both crashing into a fresh water stream, Y/N groaned as she got up and realized her sword was gone. Not too far from her stood King who seemingly recovered from the crash a lot faster than she did.

“….what the fuck is your problem!? You could have killed us both!”, she said angrily as she flapped her wings to make sure they were not hurt but they were soaked…there was no way she could fly now until they dried.

This time, King wasted no time and closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, “….where the fuck did you come from!? Answer me!”.

Y/N kicked at him and punched him as best as she could, eventually trying to pull at his fingers to release her neck.

He took every hit from her before his patience started to thin and his eyes narrowed, “TELL ME!?”, he roared.

“…r…red…line”, she finally said when his grip finally loosen.

Before he could even say or do anything further, a spear grazed the top off his arm and immediately he let go of Y/N who hit the ground with a loud thud as she gasped for air.

With a moment spared, mochi engulfed her body and retracted to its owner, Katakuri who held her close to him, “…relax, Y/N…I’m here now”, he whispered to her soothingly as she clung onto him with tears in her eyes.

He turned his attention back at King, “…you attacked my second in command…that is a threat in itself towards our emperors’ truce…”, he said calmly as King glared right back at him before turning away.

“…I have no issues with you, Katakuri…and I do not plan to”, he said calmly as he took off to the skies, looking over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before heading off to his ship.

Katakuri carried Y/N back to the ship and tended to her wounds, “…what happened?”, he asked quietly.

Y/N sighed softly, “…he attacked me first, he just saw me and started questioning me about where I came from…and things just escalated”.

“…and your hair…”, he said waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

She blushed when she realized that it was now completely white, “…oh no! I hate it like this…”, she said before grabbing a pillow and covering it up as best she could.

“…so it’s like that naturally then…”, he said gently.

“…yeah…”, she said quietly as she didn’t want to make eye contact with him.

“…and you’re from Red Line?”, he asked.

She nodded before looking at him with hesitation written all over her face.

He simply nodded before patting her knee, “…I’ll get you some dye once we are home…but it does suit you a lot more though”.

She blushed a little, “…really? You think so?”, she asked as she took the pillow down and he just nodded a little.

“…get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive”, he said gently as he headed to the door and closed it behind him.

She laid on the bed for a moment to process everything that had just happened before falling asleep.

Katakuri stood on the deck as he looked out at the ocean. What had happened was not good at all. He knew King was extremely dangerous and did not understand why he would attack Y/N and question her so brutally…everyone who knew about the Lunarians, also knew they were a dead race but here was Y/N.

So what was King’s problem?

He sighed softly, he needed to make sure Y/N was never near King again…no matter the cost.

((Let me know if you guys want a part 2!😆 I made her in her 30’s because King is 48 and I wanted them to have a closer age gap and 4 meters tall so that they are somewhat proportionate))

#ooc #one piece #charlotte katakuri #katakuri charlotte #katakuri one piece #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece king #beast pirates #big mom pirates #lunarians #king x reader #fanfic #wano kuni #land of wano #whole cake arc #whole cake island

[finnitesimal]

Since we fully in a pissa drought- what’s your favorite pissa moment or what made you enjoy the ship? Or maybe just talk in general why you adore the ship so much.

The first adoption day was an experience I only got to it because I heard "philza minecraft got egged" and I came running. Mistake #1

It was a breakthrough in the cphilza community Ive been told. Slowly but surely gaining guys to not fall into the dadza trope and suddenly we're getting a New Govt-assigned Husband. To flirt with for three hours and become irrevocably obsessed with since

It's Missa's pov where I started spiraling I started going WHO IS THIS GUY and looked up his vod and

You know it. It was the falling-in-love-with-missasinfonia that got me. Their vibe together was genuinely so sweet and adorable I started staying up to watch the streams live. I was not a philza watcher until missa came along. It's that one post about the hispanic players only being brought up for their ships but the other way round sorry bird man but I like your husband more

Thinking of it as romantic before I watched any of it is probably why every moment of them hit hard those first few weeks. I've already assigned "ahaha gay" in sparkly lights above them Before I started hearing "darling" "partner" "querido" and it just kept escalating with every stream "I'm taken for/I'm so happy with my partner"painting Phil's portrait "let's break the springs [of the bed]", taking him aside to craft missa armor, "I've been alone, so very alone" and then Missa was leaving for a week (<- wasn't a week. It was not one week. ) and I'd already resolved myself to wait for him like a dog at the door

I can't give you a Favorite moment because I'm scarfing up these scraps with my hands they're all delicious tasty oneshotkills me you understand. It'd probably be one of the times phil expresses his usually repressed feelings/attraction ("so did you get me anything?"/the bike clutch "you're looking awfully bare"/"Im not missing missa I don't want to talk about it")

I like that they're both cute and soft mutual pining and unwavering trust and loyalty and also just. Freakish about all of it. Phil hearing that he has to "choose" and dyeing his answer into the weight that lets him move normally. Missa initially wanting Phil's head as his backpack decal. Phil fixated on him at every opportunity. Missa's almost religious devotion/creep behavior. The jealousy the gifts the overdependence. Phil still hasn't touched that first house they built together.

They're my little guys I want them to never kiss or express their feelings I want them to stay weird about each other always

#augustanswers #pissa #yeag.

[sweet-villain]

Jealousy Looks Good On You~ J.Q Ft M.D

@haileighboi asked:

Last one lol fluff one shot

Ok so reader is a new actor alongside with Joseph on season 4. Their characters are love interest so with that they start dating. No one knows ofc being they love the idea of the relationship only involving them not worrying about what other think or say. Since no one knows Mason Dye is taking a liking to the reader and makes it pretty obvious at panels and events so the fans start shipping reader and mason. Our dearest boy Joseph is getting jealous you think it is cute and is kinda like “hey now you know how I feel when fans ship you a Jaime”. So the next panel comes mason is getting a little to flirty for your and Joseph liking. It gets to the point where mason asks you out before you can say anything Joseph comes up to you it a bear hug saying something along the lines of “Oh my beautiful girlfriend how I misses you so much, oh hey mason what you guys talking about” with a smirk ofc. After that you are being introduced to the fans coming on stage for the panel Joseph goes up and gives you a little kiss ;) now everyone knows you are his

Sorry again for the long idea and the many request I just love your writing ❤️🖤

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson @e0509

My Master List is in This Area

You scrunch up your nose and groan as you turn over on your side seeing your boyfriend with one arm over his eyes as he slept while the other laid on top of the covers. There was a small breeze coming from the open window that Joe had opened in the middle of night stating it was too hot.

" Stop staring at me" he mumbles sleepily. You giggled.

" I haven't been staring" he uncovers his arm from his eyes as he rolled over on his side, yawning. " What time is it?" he asks with his eyes closed.

" What time is it?" you mocked, jokingly. One of his eyes peeked at you while the other stayed shut. He waited for you to answer his question and when you didn't, he rolled his eyes.

He made some sort of sound that came out of his mouth which you followed along with, he turned his with a small pout on his face.

" Don't copy me" he says with a huff.

" Don't copy me" he growled pinning your arms above your head as he gazed down at you lovingly. " What are you going to do about it?"

He hummed and tilted his head as he thought of about it.

" Joe?" he tossed an idea in his head before he settled on digging his fingers into your side causing you to laugh as you threw your head back into the pillow.

" Noooooo! Stop!" you squealed, moving away from him but he kept tickling you. He was laughing along with you enjoying making you laugh and squirm under him.

" Joe! I"m going to pee!" he laughed as he rolled over on his side of the bed supporting his head with his hand while his elbow rested on the pillow.

" You're lucky you're so cute otherwise I'd kick your ass" you mumble throwing the cover off of you. Your feet planted on the carpet as you stretched out. The shirt you wore to bed rose up revealing some skin that immediately caught Joe's attention. He reached out to trace some patterns there but before he could, you ran to the bathroom in need to pee like you told him.

He shook his head as he laid back on his bed waiting for you to come back. Joe met you on the set of Stranger Things, you being casted as Eddie Munson's love interest. You and Joe had settled on that no one needed to know that the two of you were dating. He wanted to keep his love life private and he didn't want the fans to hate you. He really cared about you and how people would treat you if they found out you were dating him.

One one hand there was a particular cast member that you have grown close with. He was funny and made you smile but his character wasn't someone your character was friends with. Mason Dye meet you at the table read when his character had some words for your character.

" I have to do what?" you read the script in your hands, wide eyed and snicking as you read that your character had to throw spaghetti and a carton of milk over his character's head in a scene in the lunch room. Mason chuckled as he waved his head, " I've had worse things thrown over my head. Trust me."

He puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

" I think Jason deserve more than some spaghetti and milk" you mumble reading the words he tells your character.

" I agree, but you got this. This will be fun" he nudges his shoulder against yours. " We're going to kill it."

Joe who was watching from down the table, leaning back in his chair as eyed Mason and you talking to each other, he wasn't jealous of the fact you were talking to another guy that wasn't him. Maybe a little.

Then you giggled, Joe gritted his teeth as he glanced down at the script and eased up seeing the next following lines after would be Eddie interacting with your character for the first time. He smiled as he looked over catching your eye, he winked causing your hear to flutter.

You were more excited to run lines with Joe as much as Mason was trying to be friendly.

At least that's what you thought.

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You were beyond excited to go to German Comic Con.

" I never been to Germany" you squealed as you hold your ticket in your hands rereading where you were going. Mason had offered yo a ride to the airport since Joe wanted to go separate in case some fans catch him at the airpot.

" You'll love it, it's really beautiful" he says. His heart fluttered seeing your wide smile and dreamy look on your face. He chuckled when he watched you bring the ticket closer to your chest as you hugged it.

" Are we going to go sight seeing?" you asked him. He nods, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants. " If you want, we can do that" Mason says as he moves up the line.

" I do, thank you so much!" He nods, with a small chuckle. Your phone bings letting you know you had a text. You pull it up seeing a text from Joe letting you know to have a safe flight and he sees you soon. He added a kiss emoji and a wink.

" Secret boyfriend?" Mason asked noticing the smile on your face as you read the text. " Oh, no it's my mom texting me. No boyfriend at all"

Mason was surprised at this, how someone as pretty as you wasn't off the market. But you were in secret.

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You knocked on the door three times letting Joe know it was you. It was like a secret code between the two of you when you were in the same hotel. The door swung open as he pulled you inside. His arms wrapped around you pulling you flush against him as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

" I've missed you much" he say. Your scent engulfed him and felt like home to him. You pulled away from him meeting his brown eyes that stare lovingly back at you.

" I've missed you more" He shook his head, a small pout appear on his face. " No, not possible" he leans down to peck your nose.

" Heard Mason traveled with you" the green monster was knocking on Joe's door was getting louder the more he thought about it. You shrugged, " He offered me a ride to the airport and made sure I was okay going on the plane. You know how I am with plane" he nods.

Joe couldn't help but feel jealous that Mason was itching his way in.

" Don't get frowny on me, Quinn. He's just a friend. But you" you throw your arms around his neck, " Are my lover."

His pout turned into a smile as he backed you more into his room.

" How about you show me what kind of lover you are?" his eyebrow raised in suggesting with a hint of smirk on his face.

" Let me show you"

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" My favorite scenes to shoot was with Y/N over here" Mason points to you with his thumb. " She's always ready on set with a big smile on her face, positive energy and I am not sure where it comes from but it changes the whole mood of the everyone."

"Coffee does help" you mumble into the mic, making the crowd chuckle. You were doing a panel with Mason at German Comic con, having met so many fans.

" Oh don't get me started on her order" he laughs as he speaks into the microphone. " Excuse me, there is nothing wrong with my order" Mason gives you a look that you can't help but throw your head back in laugher.

" Anyways, every time someone gets to shoot with Y/N, there is a change in the room full of positivity and there are smile in the room too. She's such a great person to act besides, she's incredible" he looks at you with his eyes shining brighter than the room itself.

If you looked at Mason, you'd notice his eyes shaped in heart shape hearts as he looked at you. He listened as you talked about your character, how much fun you had coming onto the show and everyone being so welcoming.

" I don't really think that Mason would fit in with myself and Jason here, he's really a big jerk" Mason nodded his head but he was too busy to stare at your lips and listening to your words. You were captivating him.

The panel was over before you know it and Mason even let you go down the step first like a gentleman.

" That was so much fun" you turn to look at him. His arms wrapped around your shoulder as he walked out with you.

" It was" he looked over to you matching your smile.

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Joe huffed hearing from Jamie that you were going out to dinner with Mason and Grace. He felt a little better that Grace was coming too but you've been spending so much time with Mason.

" Just a dinner, baby. I will be back before you know it" he met your lips in a kiss. His eyes roam your outfit staying longer on your legs.

" Before you go" he gotten from his spot on the bed, tugged you to his side as his hands fall to the softness of your ass. " Joe.." you warned, cheeky smile lit up on your face.

" I'll miss you" he leans down capturing your lips with his, giving your ass a squeeze. He couldn't help but feel that green monster inside of him knocking on the door again.

" I'll miss you too" you mumble against his lips when you pulled away. " What's gotten into you?" you gasped feeling his lips on yours again but this time he licked into your mouth.

He was going to make you late but he didn't care. They both could wait.

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You were finding it hilarious how many of the fans were shipping you with Mason. There were manips, there were ship names already, there were your character and Mason's character instead of Eddie.

" oh god" you mumbled scrolling through twitter and instagram.

" That's not my name but I'm sure I can make you scream more than oh god" you threw a pillow at Joe as he walked around the couch and settled besides you. " What are you looking at?"

He leaned over to look at the screen and frowned. You took his silence as his way of telling you he wasn't happy with what he saw.

" Hey turn that frown upside down, I think it's cute. It's like the fans ship you with Jamie. Joe shook his head, " That's very different, love."

" Awe is my little Joey jealous?" Joe grumbled something underneath his breathe as he looked away. You set the phone on the bed as you wrap your arms around his neck.

" You have nothing to worry about, I promise you" Joe mumbled underneath his breath how he didn't trust Mason but wrapped his arms around you pulling you flush against his body.

" You're mine" he leaned down brushing his lips against yours, " Mine" he mumbles against them as he fully presses his lips against yours. You kissed him back, one hand going down his chest as the other played with the end of his hair.

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Joe wasn't too fond that you were doing a panel with Mason yet again, his team and your team have been putting you both together. The fans were eating both of you up with making content. He saw the manips, the videos and the pictures that the fans were making, it made the uneasy feeling inside of him grow with hunger. He hated the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.

He had to do something about this. He wasn't going to stand anymore watching from the sidelines as Mason thought he had a chance with you. He had his team put him with yours and Mason panel for some reason and you didn't mind. But Mason shifted in his seat once Joe had joined you on stage sitting in the chair besides you.

Joe shot you a small smile while holing his microphone.

" I mean have you looked at Y/N? She blows me away every time she speaks. She's so smart, so beautiful, so sweet and she's so caring. I could not have a better co star" Mason says as he looks over to you, placing a hand on your knee.

" Oh stop it" you spoke into the mic, a hint of red appears on your cheeks. Joe shifts in the chair next to you, trying to keep his cool.

" I'm serious, you're so talented and you belong on every possible film, show out there" Joe clenched his jaw as his eyes turn into slit watching Mason.

As the panel went on, Joe kept shifting in his seat clenching the microphone and clenching his teeth when Mason spoked highly about you. When Joe was asked the questions, he spoke highly about you, how much he had fun filming with you especially the kissing scene you two had.

You couldn't stop blushing all through the panel.

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Mason watched you talk to Grace, laughing at something she said while he stood on the side nervously looking around. He has seen what the fans had posted about you and him, the manips, the videos and the pictures. The fans were shipping you both and he felt like he had a connection with you. He felt like this was the right time to ask you out. He felt like if he didn't then he would never get a chance.

His heart speed up as he decided now was the time to walk over and make his move. His palms grew sweaty, his heart raced and his mouth felt dry as he stood in between you and Grace.

" Hey Grace, Y/N" he smiled, looking more at you than at Grace. Her eyebrow raised before she decided to give you two space to talk. She didn't know that you were dating Joe even, no one knew.

Joe walked back into the building after a quick smoke break and he noticed that you were alone talking to Mason. Something in him snapped as he watched.

" You know, you're really are the prettiest girl I have ever seen" Mason starts as he nervously look at you, biting on his bottom lip.

" That's sweet of you, thank you" you didn't know that he was flirting with you all this time that he grew closer to you. You thought he was being friendly.

" Are you seeing anyone?" from your expression your face, Joe took that as his way to walk over.

An arm wraps around your waist as a body pulled you to their side, your nose picked up a hint of cigarettes, the feeling of rings against the small exposed skin on your hip and the voice of your boyfriend.

" Oh my beautiful girlfriend, I've missed you so much love" Mason mouth drops open as Joe flashes a grin, " Oh hey Mason, didn't see you there. What are you guys talking about?" Joe smirks as he looks down at you.

Your own mouth is dropped open because you and Joe have not discussed telling anyone about you two dating. Now, Mason knows and is staring like he's seen a ghost.

" Your boyfriend?" Mason asked, shocked.

You nodded, " I'm sorry Mason. I'm dating Joe."

His whole face dropped as his mouth formed an "o" and he nodded.

" Happy for you" he swallowed the lump in his mouth as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, " Excuse me, I have to get going. It was nice seeing you, Y/N.. Joseph" Mason mumbled as he passed Joe who patted his shoulder looking amused as ever.

Once Mason has left, you turned to face Joe.

" What was that? I thought we weren't going to tell people" Joe shrugged as he laced his fingers with yours.

" You're mine, I don't like it when something of mine is looked and touched like he did"

Now your smirking, " What?" he asked.

" You're something else, you know?" He rolled his eyes. " Good thing you're really hot when your jealous."

Before the two of you had a chance to kiss, a squeal was heard. Your heads turned to see Grace clapping happily as she looks over to you.

" You two are so cute, finally!"

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As the both of you walked out, walking along side each other and fans were waving at you both, Joe laced his fingers with your pulling your hand up to his lips.

Screams were heard as fans shouted, " She's dating Joe!." You were sure that they were taking pictures. Joe stopped causing you to stop in your tracks as you were confused on why he stopped.

" What are you doing, Joe?" you asked. A hint of nervousness crosses your face.

" I'm going to show the world that you belong to me" you were about to roll your eyes but Joe cupped your face with both his hands staring down at you with love in his eyes.

" Kiss me" you whispered.

His face beams with happiness as he leans down, kissing you. The fans screamed louder. You weren't sure if it was screams or happiness or screams of shock but you didn't care.

The whole world knows you took Joseph Quinn off the market and you were happy to be his.

#Joseph Quinn #Joe Quinn #Joseph Quinn x you #Joseph Quinn x y/n #Joseph Quinn x reader #Joseph Quinn one shot #Joseph Quinn imagine #jewls writes #Joe x you #joe x reader #Joe x y/n

[bruxairacunda]

P5 HEADCANONS

So here I bring some Persona 5 Royal headcanons I have because I kinda need to let them out of my system.

Would love to listen about your headcanons as well. Also if you're particularly interested in any of them I'd love to elaborate more or even write a short fic or whatever, just ask! <3 Many of them are post-game soooooo this gonna have spoilers. Also I'm gonna refer to the protagonist as Akiren because I can't decide on which name I prefer. I'm not gonna include here HC about ships for many reasons, one of them being that I want to keep these as neutral as possible. Other is that I'm against the idea of having a partner as a "goal". However I love shipping so probably I'll post headcanons about some ships sooner or later

This is already WAY TOO LONG so for the moment I'm not including more characters. Definitely there's gonna be an update sooner or later.

Phantom Thieves

Each of them have a big PT flag like the one you can see at Akiren's room during Shido's Palace.

After the events at Maruki's Palace they built a small shrine for Akechi, as they don't know where his grave might be or even if he has one. Of course they also left a PT flag for him there.

After Akiren's departure back to his hometown, the rest of the group kept being regulars at Leblanc. At the beginning they only went individually as customers, then they started going as a group, and some time later Sojiro just let them use the attic as they wanted. To compensate, some of them help Sojiro at the store, the most invested in lending a hand is Haru

Once, thanks to Morgana's help, the PT managed to go pay a surprise visit to Akiren at his hometown. He was so genuinely happy he started crying. That opened the floodgates and everyone started ugly crying for a long time. None of them wants to talk about this.

It gets really hard for the Phantom Thieves to make new friends or have a partner for a while. The bonds they formed are so strong and deep that for most of them it's really difficult to have that kind of connection again with anyone, and anything less than that seems like a waste of time. This is particularly hard for Yusuke, Futaba and Makoto, whose social skills aren't that good to begin with, and for a really long time they don't feel like they belong anywhere else but the PT

The whole group tries to meet at least once a year, but it gets difficult as time passes as Akiren is back in his hometown and Ann lives abroad most of the time. If one of them couldn't make it to a meeting, they try to at least videocall while they are still together

Ryuji

He dyes his hair himself and despite being quite used to it he has indeed fried it a couple of times. The first time it happened his mom told him he was gonna get bald if he kept damaging his hair like that. He pretends he's not worried about it at all, but getting bald is now a recurrent nightmare of his

He was utterly convinced he was dumb and a lost cause until Makoto offered to help him study for real and showed him that he just learns different, and traditional school doesn't accomodate to his needs.

He's pretty good at doing household chores. He started doing them to compensate the terrible son he thinks he is (he's clearly not but our boy has self steem issues). Later he realizes it's just the normal thing to do so he and his mom share domestic chores

His bigger fear is to be in any way similar to his father. That's one of the reasons why he dies his hair (his father has it black). Also that's why he's very against drinking alcohol. He doesn't intend to even drink it himself and he's very wary around people who drinks. Drunk people trigger him real bad.

It takes him a lot of time to move out from his mom's place. He feels like he's abandoning her, just like his father did, and doesn't feel comfotable leaving her living alone. Once he finally leaves to his own place, he keeps visiting her frequently and calls her several times a week

I know it's a very common headcanon but I don't care. He ends up being a teacher/trainer/instructor in anything sports related. Kids and teenagers adore him and he loves his job. But it's also is very hard for him because he mades his students problems his own and suffers with them

When Ryuji starts job-hunting he stops dieying his hair and goes back to his original black. He once went into Leblanc just after a job interview with black hair and wearing a suit and Futaba almost kicked him out because she though he was a random guy getting too friendly. The first time Morgana saw Ryuji with black hair, he hissed at him because he didn't recognized him. He gets back to blonde once he has a job that allows it

With his first decent salary, Ryuji got her mom a one night spa break so she could relax for once.

Makoto

She finally admits to herself that despite her initial reticence she likes her PT outfit. As she grows older and she's able to separate herself from that projection of perfection she kept as a teenager, she starts wearing more "punkish" clothes (always under that classy aura of hers, of course)

She does the same with her enviroment, so once she gets her own place even if it's still organized and practical, she adds stuff that makes it more "Queen" and less "little miss perfect" than her room at Sae's . For example, she requests Yusuke a big painting of Johanna, so she won't forget her rebel spirit. She also has TONS of Buchimaru stuff she got at second hand stores that Futaba recommended her. And of course she has a boxing bag at the living room.

Everyone in the PT refers to her as the "mom friend", in fact they call her Momkoto...all behind her back of course, they are not brave enough to face the consequences. Ryuji slipped his tongue once and called her "mom" in front of the others out of habit. It's hard to know which of them both was most embarrased by it.

Whenever she rents a place to live she always tries for it to have some extra space she won't use that much so in case a friend needs somewhere to stay for a while she could offer them her place.

Her relationship with Sae improves drastically when she moves out. Funny enough, they start doing more stuff together than when they were both living under the same roof

Makoto wants to be a cop to try and change the system from the inside, that's why she wants to become a commissioner. Once she realizes it's almost impossible she has an existential crisis and doesn't know what to do with her life.

She gets into videogames due to her passion for Yakuza movies. Both Futaba and Ryuji convinced her to give a try to Yakuza games and she becomes obsessed. From them she jumps to more genres and her competitive nature did the rest. She once snatched in half a controller with her bare hands playing Mario Kart

After getting a motorcycle license she realizes she really enjoys the feeling of driving, so from there she went for a heavy vehicle license, then a special vehicles one...She kept it to herself (didn't see the need to say anything since nobody asked) and one day Haru told something about how it would be a lot easier to go to a certain place flying and Makoto offered to fly them there as she has a Private pilot license

Yusuke

Yusuke carries a sketchbook everywhere, even if he's not planning to draw anything or goes to a place in which he won't be able to draw. He just can't leave home without one

Of all the Phantom Thieves he is , by far, the one who spends more time at Leblanc

He and Sojiro get along pretty well, to the point that he becomes a father figure for Yusuke. Sojiro, far from being disgusted with this idea, embraces it and kinda adopts him. He even went to Yusuke's graduation at Kosei.

Despite his talent and dedication working as an artist becomes a struggle for Yusuke. Not only because how hard it is, but because the art he loves so much is many times used as a tool to get money and that clashes head-on with his idea of purity.

From time to time he disappears and it becomes really difficult to contact him in any way. He calls those moments "a journey of artistic and existential dread ", Futaba calls them "autistic burnout" (she's right)

It's really hard for him to keep a job. The moment something doesn't align with his moral compass he won't hesitate to speak out and most companies do not like employees who remind them the huge pieces of shit they are

At a certain point he gets into digital art as he has to admit it's easier to get by with commisions than just art contests. However traditional art keeps being his absolute fave and he always favours it. (I feel you, my boy, traditional artist speaking here)

Futaba (and Sojiro)

They both miss Morgana so much they end up adopting a cat. Sojiro allows it on one condition, he has the right to name it (it's terrible)

Every year at Wakaba's birthday Sojiro and Futaba celebrate it doing something she would have loved. There's always a lot of crying but for them is a very special day, even more than their own birthdays

Futaba gets a very VERY lucrative job in cyber security. She tries to give back everything Sojiro spent on her but he obviously refuses and won't accept a single yen. To compensate Futaba gets him really expensive presents from time to time

She doesn't want to leave Sojiro living by himself so instead of moving out, she gets a better place at Yongen-Jaya for both of them to live together.

Haru

Haru has little to none attachment to the money her father hoarded by exploiting others. That results in her not wasting it mindlessly, but using as much as she can to make other people happy (mainly her friends)

She always offers to lend her friends money if any of them needs it. They always refused until she told them "if you ask a bank for a credit you gotta pay interests, if you ask me for a credit my only interests would be company and coffee dates"

Haru commissions Yusuke whenever she realizes he's struggling financially. She asks for huge expensive art pieces, giving him complete freedom on what to do. It's her way to help him whitout making him feel that he owes her.

She later uses said pieces to decorate her coffee shop.

In her crusade to learn as much as she can about coffee, tea and coffee shops she makes a list of all the places in Tokyo (and other places in Japan) she wants to visit. Knowing that Yusuke would never decline anything food related she invites him to go with her, also wanting to know his opinion on the different places as she knows he would be brutally honest. That way coffee dates (in a completely platonic way) end up being a routine for both of them

On the menu of her coffee shop she has drinks inspired on each one of the Phantom thieves, fitting their preferences and named after their codenames at the Metaverse.

#persona 5 #ren amamiya #ryuji sakamoto #makoto niijima #ann takamaki #goro akechi #persona 5 headcanons #bruxaheadcanons #p5 headcanons #haru okumura #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa #phantom thieves #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu #akiren #sojiro sakura

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 4: Sanji + Christmas Cookies

Summary: Sanji enlists you to help him make Christas cookies for the crew.

Warnings: Fluff, flirtatious!Sanji, no preestablished relationship, fem!pronouns

You watched curiously as Sanji kneaded his palms into the fluffy ball of gingerbread dough with a soft grunt. "That outta do it," he huffed, grabbing a kitchen towel to wipe away the excess oil off his hands.

"Um, Sanji?" you asked, prompting him to glance down at you as he tossed the towel over his shoulder with a smile.

"Um, (Y/N)?" he mocked with a snicker. "What's up?"

"I was just wondering..." you trailed, glancing around the kitchen, as you'd only seen inside of it once or twice. "You're usually so territorial about the kitchen and being the only on who cooks, what changed?"

"Nothing," he laughed airily. "I still don't like anybody in my kitchen."

"Then why'd you ask me to help you?" you questioned, tilting your head to the side with a cocked brow.

"Thought it'd be fun," he answered, turning to his left to take the rolling pin out of the cupboard. "Besides, I can trust you not to break or burn anything. I'll be doing most of the heavy lifting anyways, I mostly just wanted you to help decorate." He explained, piling the dough into a glass and transferring it to a clean countertop, dusted with flour. "Of course, if there's something else you'd rather be doing-"

"No, I'd love to help!" you confirmed, a bit to eagerly. He laughed at your enthusiasm as he began to roll the dough into a sheet that you could cut shapes into.

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Your tongue poked out to go along with your laser focus as you very carefully cut out the shape of a straw hat with a sharp knife. "Ya know, I gave you cookie cutters for a reason?" Sanji snickered, leaning on the counter to watch you, a master at work.

"Shh," you hissed with furrowed brows. "Just watch." Once you were finished, you delicately lifted the piece, before laying it down on the head of one of the gingerbread men you'd cut out. You then pressed the seams together with your fingers, smoothing out the indent.

"Luffy?" he asked, amused with your antics.

"Yep!" you chirped, laying the captain on the baking sheet. "How does he look?" you asked with a gleaming smile. He thought for a moment, before kneeling down and pulling at the figures arms until the were stretched beyond normal limits.

"That's better," he remarked, pleased with himself for his sense of humor.

"Hey!" you protested with a huff. "You messed him up!"

Sanji simply rolled his eyes at you and grabbed a cutter before sinking it into the dough. "C'mon, let's hurry and get these things in the oven before the dough goes bad."

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The aroma of spiced molasses and confectioner's sugar filled the kitchen, leaking out into other nearby areas of the ship as the cookies began to rise in the oven. While they were baking, Sanji took it upon himself to whip a batch of homemade icing, before distributing it into small bowls, and tasked you with coloring each one while he set the cookies on the cooling rack. When he turned back to you, he stopped short before snorting into his hand, heartily laughing at the sight before him.

There you stood with food dye and icing covering your apron and shirt, a little even in your hair. "Help..." you muttered, looking at him with pitiful begging eyes.

"Mon dieu," he sighed, playfully shaking his head before approaching you to tie your hair with a rubber band, making sure that it was completely brushed from your face. "Fille malpropre."

"Hey," you whined. "I told you not to talk shit about me in French! You know I can't understand it..." You huffed, crossing your arms and huffing.

"Toutes les choses douces, mon cher." he sighed, gazing over you lovingly. "Don't pout, c'mon, let's finish the cookies."

You nodded in agreeance as he turned to retrieve the tray, carrying it over to the icing station you'd created. Once there, he immediately grabbed a circular one, dipping it into the bowl of blue icing, before laying it down in front of him. After, he took a spatula to scoop some of the excess white into a piping bag, before kneeling down to focus. You watched in amazement as he masterfully painted an intricate snowflake onto the treat, before carefully playing it back onto the try to dry.

"Wow..." you gasped, still surveying the quality of his work. "That's so pretty, Sanji! How'd you learn to do that?"

"Merci," he laughed with a wholehearted grin. "It's something I learned on the Baratie. It's a pretty simple technique, actually."

Your eyes widened with equal parts wonder and excitement. "Do you think you could teach me?!"

He thought for a moment before smiling. "Don't see why not." Ignoring the warm feelings in his chest, he stepped behind you again, his time to guide your hands as you filled in your Luffy cookie's arms and torso with red icing. "There, see? It's not hard." he encouraged, letting you go to finish on your own, with his super vision of course. Once he was confident in your amateur skills, he grabbed another cooking to start decorating it.

After a few minutes of silence had gone by, he glanced over to once again, see your tongue poking out of your lips- a sign of your intense concentration. However, that wasn't what had piqued his interest. What had, was the small splotch of yellow icing on your cheek. He'd guessed that, when you were filling in Luffy's hat, you must have gotten a bit on your finger, and then touched your face, probably to stifle an itch or remove a strand of hair from your face. Either way, it bothered him enough to mention it.

"Ma fille désordonnée," he cooed, reaching out to you and catching your chin in the crook of his finger. "Laisse moi te nettoyer."

Your face flushed a bright pink hue as he embraced you, pulling you closer into him, and leaning deeply into your space. "S-Sanji?"

"Oui, mon petit?" he purred, his thumb grazing over your cheek, wiping away the sweetness from your skin, after which, he brought the digit to his lips, sucking it away. "Did you expect something different?"

"N-no..." you said curtly, shifting your gaze elsewhere, embarrassed at the notion that he would want anything else from you.

The irritation in your cheeks and plumpness of your pout hadn't gone unnoticed by Sanji, and he definitely planned to milk the moment for all it was worth. "Tu voulais que je t'embrasse, (Y/N)?" You weren't sure at all what he'd said, but you knew that the way your name rolled off his tongue felt divine, and so you absent mindedly nodded your head, simply entranced by him.

"In that case, all you needed to do was ask?" he confirmed, confidently claiming your lips with his, much to your surprise. You stood for a moment, frozen against him, before you melted under his touch once again.

After a moment, he pulled away, still holding you, the small of your back aligned with the countertop. "S-Sanji, I-" His fingertip flew up to your lips to shush you as he gazed at you lovingly.

"Merry Christmas, mon cher."

Translations:

"Mon dieu," = "My God,"

"Fille malpropre." = "Messy girl."

"Toutes les choses douces, mon cher." = "All sweet things, my dear."

"Merci," = "Thank you,"

"Ma fille désordonnée," = "My messy girl,"

"Laisse moi te nettoyer." = "Let me clean you up."

"Oui, mon petit?" = "Yes, my little one?"

"Tu voulais que je t'embrasse, (Y/N)?" = "Did you want me to kiss you, (Y/N)?"

Taglist:

@killmewithafanfic @imamosterfucker-sorry @elii0 @starblazer124

#one piece #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #sanji fluff #lemon's 12 days of fluffmas #christmas special

[robo-dino-puppy]

I hit a sort of follower milestone recently (and I'm reasonably sure most of you aren't bots) so... new pinned post time!

(to all the followers and moots I see in my notifs all the time - I love you all so much ♡)

▷ First of all:

I made horizon-armor and you should check it out if you've ever wanted a gallery of all Aloy's armor and dye options from HFW :D Here's a previous pinned post about it. This ↑ is the card I made for it in the Horizon Database, which is not mine but you should also check out if you're interested in gameplay mechanics/tips/tricks/practically any info you ever wanted to know about HFW. (the database was put together by twingeofregret on Arktix's discord, and many of the items there were put together by other server members)

▷ Second, I don't think it needs saying? But DON'T REPOST - meaning, don't reupload in your own post - any of my work and don't upload it to any other sites. Yeah this is "only" virtual photography but I still spend time on it and it's mine. Please don't, for anyone's creations. Reblog or share links!

▷ Thirdly, absolutely feel free to use my pics as drawing/art references or personal phone backgrounds! (But please don't edit my shots and repost them.) If you use things as references I'd love to be tagged so I can see what you drew/painted/whatevered <3

...the rest below a cut because I don't know how to be brief...

▷ Fourth: I would very much appreciate anyone who wants to add image descriptions to my posts - I know it's a sucky excuse but when I've tried doing it I just end up exhausted and feel like it's either too longwinded or not a good description at all. So if anyone who is good with words would like to help me out I'd be super grateful! I'll reblog your addition and (if you're cool with it) I can add it to the alt text of the image.

▷ Fifth: With the more-real-than-ever possibility of Tumblr imploding, I thought I'd also include where else you might find me! I'm not going anywhere until this place melts down because Tumblr is the only place I've ever felt comfortable, but I also have an account on Reddit (ew) that I use occasionally: I'm robo_dino_puppy there. I put Horizon videos on YouTube sometimes: I'm robo-dino-puppy over there too. I exist on Discord although it's rather... social for me and honestly I'm still not sure if I'm doing it right haha. I guess I should make an effort to join more servers to keep track of people just in case, but I've always felt like I'd be a fraud or an invader with the ship servers because I don't actually ship Aloy with anyone...

As a backup for the armor gallery I've snagged horizon-armor (and robo-dino-puppy, for that matter) on Neocities, but there's nothing there at the moment because I'm currently waaaaay too braindead to create a site from scratch. Also empty right now, but in case of future need I'm squatting on robo-dino-puppy on Dreamwidth and Pillowfort.

And now thanks to a kindly-provided invite, robo-dino-puppy on Bluesky!

aaaaand finally I'm also @robo-dino-puppies if you're interested in my non-Horizon stuff/reblogs/my sideblog 👀

#pinned post #maintenance #text post #also my asks are open and i think i'm pretty friendly so... lmk if there's something else i should cover! #*good god* i hope tumblr doesn't disappear because it's been a part of my life for so long #i love maintaining this blog as a scrapbook of my ridiculously excessive captures folder #and tumblr is the only 'social' media i've ever felt comfortable on - mainly because i can avoid being actually social hah #turned off reblogs for this one just because it's very much pinned-post-y and maybe i'll update it at some point #but if you need to for some reason you can reblog the past pinned post about the gallery!

[dutifullylazybread]

5 Song/4 Outfits - Tav Tag!!

I was tagged by @faerunsbest! Thank you so much! I'm late, but it definitely gave me time to think about song selections for this tag!!

Okay, I have to tag @commander-krios. Juniper is part bard, so I feel like this is a missed opportunity if I don't!! I'm also gonna tag @voloslobotomyservice and @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep. As always, if you weren't listed but you wanna do this, consider yourself tagged!

5 Songs

Follow My Feet - The Unlikely Candidates

Titanium - David Guetta - Cover by Caleb Hyles and Anna Pantsu

Forgive Me Friend - Smith & Thell feat. Swedish Jam Factory

Ends of The Earth - Lord Huron

Let Down - RadioHead

BONUS - my favourite ship songs for Tav x Rolan (Deeply and Immovably So)

Little Talks - Mice and Men

Something Just Like This - Coldplay and the Chainsmokers

Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding (but I love this cover that Kurt Hugo Schneider did with MAX & Madilyn Bailey)

Loved by You - KIRBY

Lover's Mask - Theophony Remix

A BONUS TO THE BONUS - Songs That Readers Suggested (Thank you!!):

Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie

We Can't Be Friends - Ariana Grande

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + The Machine

4 Outfits

Ah! I love this so much!! I'm going to put this under a cut, because I haven't sketched since high school (and, like, one picture I drew in undergrad), so I think I'd make a mess of it! So we're working with picture boards, y'all!

CAMP CLOTHES - ACT 1/2

When Tav first is captured by the Nautiloid, she has her standard wizard robes (can't afford anything too fancy) and the clothing she would wear while working on commissions (though she would likely wear the typical camp clothes under an apron/gloves to protect herself from burns). So she has the homely clothes, but they are singed and sweat-stained from working near a furnace.

Image Via bg3 wiki

CAMP CLOTHES - ACT 3

With some convincing, Tav splurges and buys the Solemnity Outfit (purple). Gale and the others urge her to get a nice set of clothes for herself, because the clothing she'd worn up until that point were basically falling apart. She isn't the type to really care what she wears so long as it continues to be functional. So the moment it stops functioning is the moment that she will agree to make any needed replacements.

BATTLE ATTIRE - ACT THREE

By the end of Act 3, Tav has traded her very basic wizard robes for the Potent Robes. She would either keep these their default color or dye them Boreal Blue. These would be what she wears while fighting, and she also wears them while working in Sorcerous Sundries.

Image via BG3 wiki

PERFORMANCE CLOTHES/COSTUME

After the Netherbrain is defeated and Tav is staying at Ramazith's Tower, she occasionally helps with the performances outside of Sorcerous Sundries. She wears a red costume with gold accents.

Basic picture board (images via Google):

Basically, her outfit is closest in color and style to the fourth picture with the long sleeves, but the sleeves start below the shoulder like in images 2 and 3. And then she has lacing in the back like in image 1. The only really difference besides that is she has a straight strapless neckline.

BONUS:

She also borrows a dress from Nym Orlith during for reasons... 😏

(image via BG3 wiki)

#darcy replies #darcy rambles #darcy was tagged #this was so much fun

[stra-tek]

I remember when Nemesis came out. I didn't think it was a bad film because Star Trek. But looking back at it now. The whole Clone Young Picard was kinda jarring. I think if they had Patrick play both Picards, maybe it would have been more believable. Nothing against Tom Hardy, it's just the story was kinda convoluted.

But during the Star Trek's dark times (after all current and planned films were cancelled), I thought maybe if it was a Mirror-verse Picard and co, maybe that would have made for a better movie. Years later, they did a comic about that and it was similar to what I was thinking about a Terran TNG crew as far as personalities.

Just thought I'd share my thoughts with another trekkie.

I saw it on VHS in 2003. I'd drifted away from Trek and watched Enterprise's early seasons out of brand loyalty but my heart was with Stargate SG-1. So I see a commercial for it, my reaction is kind of "they're still making these?" and I go out and buy it from Woolworths.

Zero expectations. Zero clue about the plot. Insurrection was pretty bad, and is still my least favourite Star Trek movie.

I'm 100% unspoiled and I loved it. It was a dumb action movie with characters I loved from my youth. Driving shuttles down corridors. Evil Vampire Romulan offshoots. Old man Picard being John McClaine with a phaser rifle in each hand, Riker's shoe polish dye job, ships shooting the heck out of and crashing into each other. And a shock ending where Data dies!

As for Shinzon, he was a whiny little bitch (who had endured horrific hardships and a lifetime of abuse but still). And I love whiny little bitch baddies. Kylo Ren is my favourite Star Wars character.

A Mirror Universe TNG would have been great, though. I haven't yet read the recent comics, but Diane Duane's Dark Mirror was an absolute classic and it's a shame they never went there in canon (at least until the fascistverse in the Picard spin off show, and even then it was just a quick visit)

Thank you for sharing!🖖

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[julemmaes]

Jamie, part one

A/N: for those who've been following me since 2020 and who read my tsc fics, this won't be new. It's literally a story I'd written for a ship in the last hours series that I have literally zero interest in right now, and I just wanted to revive it somehow, so what better way to do that than turning it into a Nessian pregnancy fic?

tw: angst related to birth

Word count: 4.100

“Oh, shit,” exclaimed Cassian grabbing the cup before it could fall and shatter on the floor. The milk was everywhere and the cereals, with all the dye they contained, had created a green-red blot on the white drawers.

He heard someone huffing loudly in the living room.

“Language!" Feyre screamed, entering the kitchen with only a heel on her feet while she put on an earring. “Poam, Cass. Poam,” she chided with a deep frown on her face. Presence of a minor. Cassian clenched his jaw.

They had adapted that term a few years earlier, when Leon, Mor’s and Emerie’s son, had said a bad word on a class trip. A bad word the two moms hadn’t even wanted to repeat at first, given how actually vulgar it was. Cassian had had to threaten Mor, saying to her that if she didn’t tell him, he would ask their son directly. A threat to which Emerie had responded with a very hard punch on the man’s shoulder. Still today he didn’t know what his nephew had dared to pronounce.

Because of that episode, the young mothers hadn’t been the only ones to get a share of crap from all the school parents, but also Feyre and Rhysand, who were always seen with them. And the following year it had been Gwyn’s and Azriel’s turn, when they had brought their girls, Catrin and Rhian, to the same school.

Nyx, who was now smiling with a shit-eating grin on his face, nodded. “Yes, uncle. No bad words.”

It was impressive how much he looked like Rhysand sometimes. Not so much in the appearance, but in his behavior. The black hair was so dark that it often looked like a single compact block of curls, and the enormous eyes, like those of a fawn, were of an even darker shade of blue. Darker than his mother’s, for sure.

Cassian was about to reply to him, ready not to consider the poam rule again, but Feyre, who passed by behind her son, cast him a deathly glare before he could open his mouth. “You, instead, stop throwing cereal on the floor. I’ve already told you a hundred times that if you don’t like something you put it aside or give it to someone else.”

Rhys made his elegant entrance wearing a black suit and Cassian couldn’t help but shake his head, shocked by all that unnecessary beauty so early in the morning.

“Take a cloth and clean it up, please.”

The little boy’s black head snapped to the figure of his father, who, settling the cufflinks, raised his eyebrows high, making him understand that he was not joking. Cassian, who was still bent in the puddle of milk, struggled to hold back a laugh and both parents gave him a cautionary look.

Nyx threw his head back, complaining, “but I can’t.”

“Don’t you always say that you are a big boy? And that you can do it all by yourself?" Feyre asked him, putting on her other shoe and hopping around. Rhys went up to her and gave her a smile as he grabbed her elbow to keep her stable. Nyx had a lovely pout on his face.

“I’m not big, I’m only five years old,” he crossed his little arms to the chest.

Cassian snorted, “Easy, like that."

Nyx turned to him, frowning at him.

Rhys reserved him the same expression not even a second later, “Drop it.”

“God, sometimes I feel like I have three children instead of two,” sighed Feyre.

Rhys' face lit up. "Today is a good day," he approached the sink taking a cloth and wetting it, starting to clean up the mess, "if you don’t include me in the group of children.”

A desperate cry erupted in the hallway and Rhys was about to stand up, alarmed, but Feyre waved at him and walked to their daughter’s room.

Cassian looked at his friend as she hurried on her heels to reach the bedroom and wondered how it was possible to have such small children and still have that impeccable appearance. He had to admit it, it was pretty impressive.

“Would you finish cleaning it up, Nyx, please?”

“I don’t know how to do that,” the child’s lower lip began trembling and Cassian knew that he would soon burst into tears, too.

Rhys smiled kindly and extended him a hand, helping him get off the chair. A tear fell on Nyx’s cheek and Cassian felt his heart clench.

“I can teach you," said his dad, although he had already explained it many times. Another tear. “Baby, why are you crying?" Rhys asked, kneeling so that they both were at the same height.

Nyx put a dirty hand on his eyes, and somehow got chocolate on his nose. Cassian turned to the table, confused. There was nothing that contained cocoa on there. Where the hell does he keep the snacks? He asked himself, promising to ask his nephew how he could hide them from his parents.

“Cause mom’s angry,” Nyx sniffed.

Rhys chuckled, “No, buddy, she’s just very stressed out because of her job.” He moved a rebellious curl off his child’s forehead. “But you have to stop throwing food on the floor, because that stresses her out even more, okay?” Nyx nodded, closing his little hand over Rhys’s.

“Here me out, what if tonight when I pick you up from uncles Cass’ e Nesta’s place, we stop at the super market and take mom’s favorite thing?” He whispered to the child, who immediately began to nod excitedly. “Speaking of Nesta," he said then, talking to him. “How is she doing?”

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, snorting dramatically. “She’s not great.”

“Did something happen?" Rhys asked concerned, picking up Nyx to wash his hands in the sink. “I thought she was bedridden.”

“And she is." Cass reassured him. She’d been in bed for the last three weeks following a little accident that scared the hell out of them all. “But the deadline for the book is close and, so close to the end of her pregnancy as well, this thing is making her more nervous than she should be.”

Feyre, who had come back and was holding her daughter, Vega? on her hip, frowned. “I told her to relax and to call the publisher.” She huffed. The little girl had red and swollen eyes from crying, but she was sucking the pacifier and holding her hand tightly around her mother’s necklace and seemed calm.

“Uncle, is JJ okay?" Asked Nyx with little voice.

Cassian looked at him smiling, “Of course buddy, soon we’ll get her out of aunt Nes’ belly and we’ll finally get to know her.”

“I want to be the first to see her," he mumbled. “When Catrin and Rhian arrived, Leon was the first to see them and it isn’t fair.” The adults all laughed and Cassian assured him that he would see her before anyone else, even before his parents.

“Alright, alright,” announced Feyre. “Now we really have to go, so you take Vega-” she passed the little girl to Cassian, who placed her on his chest, and the big Archeron-blue eyes stared at him like he was a lone boob and she was starving. “Don’t forget their bag when you leave.”

“Are you sure they won’t bother Nesta?" Feyre asked from the door of the apartment.

Cassian looked at Nyx, shaking his head, whispering to him so that only he could hear him. “As soon as we get home I’ll let you eat the M&M’s cookies I made yesterday.” He winked at the child.

“Cassian?” Rhys was finishing cleaning up.

“Yeah, I’m sure. She won’t even notice they’re there. She’s so into the book that I have to force her to eat, it’s unbelievable.”

“Tonight I’ll call her." Feyre said, worried, "I don’t like it when deadlines approach.”

“Tell me about it.” Cassian murmured, sniffing the child’s head in his arms sneakily. God, he couldn’t wait to hold his daughter.

“I really don’t understand how she can stop tending to herself in this way-”

Rhys interrupted what would surely have been a monologue, “Darling, we really have to go,” he bent down to give a kiss on the forehead of his children.

“Yeah, I’m sorry," she said her goodbyes to the kids and Cassian and then they all went out, taking separate ways in the street.

Vega was cooing with delight when he placed her in the car seat next to her brother and started singing—always given that the strange sounds she made could be called words—along with Nyx when Cassian started the music.

"Did you put the seatbelts on?" He asked, checking from the mirror if Nyx had done so. An amused scream echoed in his ears when Dance Monkey started and he burst out laughing, turning up the volume. That song was like a glass of pure adrenaline for their children.

It was a particularly mild day in Velaris and he would have taken them to the park for a bit, with the hope of not disturbing Nesta while the last editing was taken care of.

It was always like that, he thought as he waited for the light to turn green. Every time the deadlines approached, his wife stopped thinking. Only her characters and her words existed. Unfinished or unnecessary scenes and chapters. The mental breakdowns of the last minute when she started saying meaningless things, like ‘this book has to be burned, I can't publish this’.

And Cassian had always been there.

Even before they became a couple, he had been a constant presence during those last crazy days. He brought her food every day, even when they were not living together, after a bad episode in which she had had to be brought to the hospital because she hadn't grabbed even a small piece of bread in three days. Feyre had gone to visit her and when Nesta had opened the door she had been so dizzy that she had fallen on her sister.

He turned left thanks to mere muscle memory, looking back on that day. She had scared everyone to death.

"Uuncle," he heard Nyx chime, took a quick look at the rear seats, and found Vega staring at him while holding the pacifier in her hand. "Can you give us the phone?"

"No, Nyxie Pixie, we’re here. Look." He pointed at one of the houses just a few meters from them. The boy started to jump on the seat, clapping his little hands.

He parked in front of his house and before taking his nephews he opened the front door, so he wouldn't have to put anything on the ground. He was about to turn when he felt a grunt of pain coming from the upper floor.

"Cassian!"

His heart stopped beating in his chest.

He glanced back at Nyx, who was playing with Vega, and ran up the stairs while all the worst scenarios imaginable were forming in his head. He climbed the last few steps, tripping on the carpet, and strode towards their room. His already panting breath stuck in his throat.

What if she had fallen while he wasn't there? What if she had had other complications? What if-

"Where are you, Nes?"

Another groan of pain and his stomach fell to his feet, "I’m in the bathroom."

Now that he heard her so close, so distressed, he could see things more clearly.

He opened the door of the small bathroom wide and saw her sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs wide open, while with one hand she clutched the edge of the sink and the other was on her bulging belly. At her feet a pool of water, tinted with red. Cassian’s eyes snapped to her face and saw that she was crying.

He hurried over to her and put a hand on her cheek, "What happened? Are you okay?"

Nesta squeezed her hand harder, closing her eyes, "I think the baby is coming."

Cassian’s eyes widened, the feeling of panic only increasing.

"What?"

"You have to take me to the hospital, Cass, my waters just broke." Nesta was pleading him.

He immediately went full father mode. He ran a hand over her forehead, moving her hair out of her eyes.

"Look at me, Nes."

She did as she was told.

"Downstairs, in the car, are Vega and Nyx." A sound of despair escaped her lips as her eyes filled with tears. Cassian’s words stuck in his throat.

"Call my sisters, please," she begged, while a sob twisted her sweaty face, "I want my sisters."

"I will call them when we’re at the hospital, now c’mon,” he put his arm around her hips and with slow movements, that still made her wail in pain, he managed to put her on her feet. "I'll take you to the car and then I'll come get the bag, okay?" Nesta nodded between deep breaths. Cassian nodded with her, starting to breathe with her. "Can you make it downstairs?"

Nesta looked at him and gave him a tired smile, "I kinda have to, don't I?"

Cassian felt bad for her, but still managed to return the smile, "I guess so."

He held out his other hand to keep her standing, placing it under her arm.

They reached the stairs and he positioned himself behind Nesta, while she leaned completely against his chest.

"Cass?" She almost whispered.

Cassian let go of a breath through his nostrils, forcing himself and holding her up the bottom steps,

"You almost made it."

Nesta shook her head, "No, it's not that-" she was interrupted by what Cassian imagined to be a particularly strong contraction, because she squeezed his hand so tight that it could have blocked his circulation, and a thought crossed his mind like a train that derails.

"God, Nes. Why didn't you call me as soon as the contractions started?" He said in her ear, while with his arm he tried not to push on her belly.

"Because-" Nesta cursed under her breath, "because you took my phone this morning. And they weren't this strong when you left, I thought I could wait for you to come back, but then my waters broke and-" she trailed off, rotating her shoulders.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh," she chuckled, despite the situation. "You could have chosen any other day, you know, to play thief with me." She heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived on the ground floor and leaning against the wall to walk, she dragged herself out of the house. Nyx, who saw her come out, pushed himself against the car window, getting into his sister's high chair. He began to pound his hands on the glass while smiling, Vega was whining behind him.

Nesta turned to Cassian, making him take a step back, but he was immediately at her side half a second later. "I don't think I can hold back," she said worriedly as wrinkles formed on her forehead.

Cassian put a hand on her back and she closed her eyes as if she hadn't waited for anything else, "Don't worry, Vega will never remember today and I promised Nyx that he’ll be the first to see Jamie, so he won't think about anything else," he smiled hopefully and she nodded.

As soon as they opened the car door, Nyx was already shrieking with joy to his aunt. Cassian circled the car, opening the side of his nephew, drawing his attention by bending over.

Nyx looked at him with wide, excited eyes. “Where are we going?”

"Well, buddy, aunt Nesta is going to have JJ, okay?" The dark head snapped towards his aunt, who was currently focusing on her breathing. "She's very afraid and I have to go up and get the other things, could you hold her hand while I'm gone?" He asked, eyeing his wife, who now had a tight grip on the door handle with clenched teeth. "Also remind her to take slow, deep breaths, maybe." Nyx nodded in confusion, but was immediately between the two front seats, with his little hand stretched out towards Nesta, who held back a sob as she squeezed it.

Cassian ran up the stairs as fast as he could and then into their bedroom, taking everything he had prepared a few weeks earlier.

He got into the car and, after checking that everyone had their seatbelts on, pressed on the accelerator. A hand went to Nesta’s leg, "Are you okay?"

"I'm going to have to push a person out of my little butterfly," she hissed through gritted teeth, trying not to be heard by Nyx, "how can you even think I’m okay?"

Cassian nodded, tight-lipped, "You're right, sorry."

Nesta said nothing until three minutes later, when they entered the hospital’s street, and a desperate scream, which had managed to escape the woman's control, made its way into the small cockpit of the car. She began shaking her head frantically, while hugging her baby bump with her hands.

Cassian halted in front of the emergency entrance and turned his head to his wife. He unbuckled her belt and in the meantime looked at the children who were with them. Nyx had his hands over his ears and had neared Vega’s high chair, which was looking around even more confused.

"Cassian," Nesta breathed. "Cass, something is wrong." Her words broke and Cassian nearly started crying with her.

He couldn't show how scared he was. He had to try and be strong for her.

"We are at the hospital, whatever is wrong, they will help you and I will be there with you. Alright?" He tried not to freak out and got out of the car. He opened Nyx’s door, letting him out and reaching into the car, he freed Vega’s small body, taking her in his arms.

Nesta had managed to open the door alone, but was still sitting.

Two nurses were quickly approaching with a wheelchair and Cassian thanked the gods when they helped her out of the car and sat her down, starting to ask her questions, evaluating everything.

"Cassian!" Nesta called him, turning her head back. He only had time to take the bag, put it on his shoulder, take Nyx by the hand and start running towards the entrance.

He joined her shortly after, and her hand tightened around his arm.

"What's wrong with auntie?" Nyx asked with tears in his eyes as he squeezed his sweaty hand.

Cassian was panicking.

Vega burst into tears when one of the nurses yelled to call the obstetrics and gynecology wards and he couldn't hold back any longer as a single tear ran down his cheek. He rapidly swept it away, hoping the kids around him hadn’t noticed.

He looked at Nesta, trying to keep up with the nurses and doctors and when they reached a room that had equipment and a bed, someone put a hand on his chest, blocking him. Nesta’s hand slipped from his arm.

"Excuse me, sir, you can't stay here and you have to take the children away," he looked down at the sympathetic gaze of one of the nurses. He shook his head in confusion.

"No, I can't leave her alone," he couldn’t understand. How could they think about asking him to leave when Nesta was shouting his name, asking him to stay beside her? It was true, Nyx and Vega were crying, as shocked as he was by Nesta’s screams of pain, but he couldn't leave.

“I'm sorry, but you can't stay here. My colleague will accompany you to the waiting room. As soon as we know something I will come and tell you, okay?" Retried the nurse.

No, it was not okay. Nesta was pleading him from inside the room to join her. Face red and cheeks strained with tears. Someone told him to step away and then shoved him aside. A woman in a pink cap looked at him sternly and screamed at the nurses to escort him out.

When he turned to Nesta, however, he smiled at her reassuredly.

The door closed in front of him and Cassian was pushed away from the room. He still could hear everything. Every doctor who moved in that room to help his daughter get here.

His daughter.

He was about to become a father.

He needed Rhysand. Azriel.

He started to pant and could not get enough air in. He left Nyx’s hand, who sobbed, and brought it to his throat. Where were his brothers?

"Sir?" The same nurse approached him with a folder in her hand. "Are you feeling well?"

Cassian looked at her and his vision blurred, he could barely say no, shaking his head.

"Your wife is in the hands of the best doctors in Velaris, don't worry." She said gently, "Come on, give me the baby." Vega’s weight was lifted from his arms and the bag fell to the ground. He was already breathing more easily, but the panic had not eased yet.

"She is one of the nannies in the nursery and will stay with them in the waiting room until you have calmed down, okay?"

He nodded again as he was looking at the woman, but he couldn't see her. He could not think clearly.

Nesta was about to give birth.

Where's Rhysand?

"I have to call someone," he whispered.

The nurse nodded, "I really meant it, don't worry, we are used to having women rushing in on the verge of giving birth every day. They're all fine and safe at the end of the day," she put a hand on his arm. "You already have two beautiful children, I'm sure the third one will be just as beautiful and healthy."

"They-" he cleared his throat. “They are my nephews. I don’t have children." Not yet, he thought.

"Uh, sorry," the nurse's cheeks turned red. "Congratulations, then."

He nodded. It seemed to be the only thing he could do without bursting into tears.

He was about to ask where the children had been brought, so he could calm them down—god, he had left them with a stranger while they were both crying desperately—when the door to his right swung open and all the staff came out, dragging the bed out, with a crying Nesta laying on it.

“Alert surgery that we are coming. The baby is breech," said the woman with the pink cap.

Cassian took a step towards, noticing just then that Nesta was wearing an oxygen mask and appeared as pale as ever.

"Nesta!" He called out. Her head snapped to the side, looking for him. Cassian reached her in a few steps, still leaving room for the doctors around the bed and took her hand while running along with them.

“Dads can't enter the room, I’m sorry. You’ll have to wait outside," the doctor said. Cassian didn’t even consider her and tried not to trip over the wheels of the bed as he bent over Nesta and pushed his forehead against hers.

"I'm scared," she squeezed his hand tighter. Cassian’s stomach twisted a little more. "Please come with me. I'm scared," she sobbed into the mask.

He closed his eyes shaking his head, "I can't, Nes."

"Please," she cried.

Cassian looked up at the doctors, but the woman who seemed to be in charge shook her head with her lips reduced to a thin line. They had entered the elevator and he hadn't even noticed.

“I'll wait out here, okay? I'll wait with everyone else. I’ll call your sisters, as soon as you enter the room, so when you get out they will all be here." A sob rose in his throat, but he managed to keep it down.

Nesta was shaking, but she nodded, “I also want Gwyn. And Emerie. I want my friends. "

"Of course." Cassian reassured her. Nesta raised a hand and moved the mask, raising her head. He lowered himself even further, meeting her lips halfway.

Emotions threatened to overwhelm him, but he managed not to burst into tears while the doctors ordered him one last time to let her go, or they might encounter security problems. He broke away from the bed and then Nesta was going through another corridor alone, terrified to her bones.

When he would see her again, they would be mum and dad.

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[nausikaaa]

Six Sentence Sunday Monday

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i had a super tiring weekend and forgot to post last night, so i'll do it now.

here's some more Hermione from my post troy wip, i'm getting really into exploring the different cultures and settings of Ancient Greece and sort of doing that through her eyes.

I thought I'd prepared myself for the change, for how different Skyros would be from Sparta, but I evidently had not prepared enough. From the moment the ship docked, everything was so different from my home. The docks in Sparta had been bustling, our royal dock still crowded with well-wishers and ordinary folks searching for something to celebrate as we pulled away, while further down one way men hauled cargo from a seemingly never ending stream of ships, and the other way, not quite far enough to dispel the smell, women gutted fish and ground up the sea snails to create the royal purple dye I was dressed in.

In Skyros, the dock was serene in comparison: a few ships were docked, though none as big as our own, but the rest of the boats were tiny fishing vessels. The atmosphere was entirely different too, not cold and grey but sunny and warm, the sky and the sea a breathtaking azure. Leaning over the edge of the ship, I saw small fish and crabs through the clear water and found myself smiling for the first time since I'd left home.

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[lostlegendaerie]

Jokingly promised @lavendermaster that if they drew some Yorkalina that I'd write some, and ALSO new buddy @tokkias and I have been driving each other UP THE WALL with YC feels so!!! here's a little ficlet!!!!

PFL era, pre-Texas, no spoilers

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She's not sure when it started, really. Didn't think it was significant at the time so she let the date blur into endless insignificance, just another sunless dawn to starlit dusk on a ship forever hurdling through space. But it's been a couple months since she started finding Agent York leaning outside her door, failing to whistle casually, as she returned from a meeting.

"Hey, Carolina," and she can't name when her call sign started to sound so sweet in his mouth. "Long day?"

"Get in."

He's happier when she says yes. Not that he's upset when she tells him to fuck off (affectionately) or fuck off (furiously) but she can see the bounce in his step as he turns on his heels to follow her in. A few extra switches on the door to lock it, seal it in case of a hull breach, and then she's free to pull off her helmet and throw it across the room.

Getting undressed in front of each other is hardly considered intimate by now; everyone on the crew has seen each other at some level of nudity, so Carolina knows about the scars of old piercings that pepper North's body and the tattoos on South, the freckles on Washington's back and the port wine birthmark on York's right thigh. He's seen her blonde roots and even ones helped her dye her eyebrows with the same shade he uses to cover up his early greys, because York is just a little bit more vain than most people expect. But there's something precious that they've made here, unbuckling a couple pieces of their armor and relaxing around each other. For Carolina, the helmet and chestpiece. For York, his boots, gauntlets and gloves.

"That long, huh?" He's still smiling as he sits down at her desk, pulling the hairbrush out of the top drawer and pausing. "Uh."

Carolina shakes out her hair and frowns, tilting her head around to see what he--

Oh.

"Never seen a condom before, York?" she asks, turning away and dropping to the floor before he can see her face. This arrangement has been going on long enough she should have remembered to store those presents from Niner somewhere more private.

He's quiet for another moment, even as he starts the soothing careful motion of the brush through her hair. "Nah, just--" York clicks his tongue, audibly tries another approach. "You expected someone else coming by, boss?"

It's wrong for her to lash out like this, but she's had an absolutely shit day and is on the verge of ruining the one non-violent routine she has over some shit their pilot slipped in with her contraband tinted hair conditioner. "And if I was?" she prods, fire and ice and defensive warning.

York keeps brushing the whole time, his free hand massaging her scalp as he works, and his warm voice is surprisingly calm. "I'd say that's your business and no one else's."

It's a good answer. Tactful. Polite.

Breaks her heart a little bit anyway and Carolina slumps into York's shins, keeping her face down.

She hasn't not thought about fucking him, idly, when watching him trip up his bigger teammates with quick reflexes and a quicker wit. The flash of that gorgeous smile, the sure wrap of his fingers around a pugil stick, the flex of his back. It's occurred to her. And she thinks she's seen a bit of that same consideration on his end, heard in the way he makes a title of respect sound like a pet name and a plea at once.

She's closed her eyes to nurse her wounds and let herself melt into the ceaseless strokes when York speaks again. "That said, I wouldn't mind being that guy."

Her pulse jumps. She tries to conceal it. "Oh?" and she tilts her head to the side when he pushes with his fingertips, keeping her eyes shut.

"Mm-hmm. If it wasn't obvious."

She supposed it was, if she'd been paying attention. But it had been so gradual, so gentle, it felt less like a crush and more like falling asleep. "A little."

Finally her expression softens into a smile; he cackles. "See, I kept telling everyone you could still do it."

"Oh, shut up," and the damn thing keeps spreading across her face so she elbows him in the foot.

York keeps brushing her hair, humming little snatches of old Earth music under his breath. She hasn't given him an answer yet, and still he braids her hair like he has hundreds of times before without another word. Lets her lean on his legs as he traces gentle circles around her temples.

Yeah. Out of anyone on the ship, it'd probably be him that she'd take to bed. Be easy, too, since her cot is less than six feet away.

Not today, though. Today was a shit day and she wants it to be a good one, first, if they ever get good days again out here in the badlands of the galaxies. For now, she'll sit here and soak in the warmth of his presence, the closest thing to sunshine she's felt in a long, long time.

#rvb #yorkalina #red vs blue #York x Carolina #Saro's writing #objectively 'pre-texas' is a hilarious tag out of context #ALAS we live in a post-Texas world and have to deal with the consequences #(joking)

[crown-ov-horns]

Reasons why I motivate myself to work on my Good Omens fanfictions:

So I can take a certain hyper popular ship everyone loves, but I despise, and tear it apart, smash it with a hammer, and set it on fire for my own entertainment. 😊 It's not like someone will do it for me.

I would say because Lady!Crowley deserves more love, but horrific things happen to her, so, I'd be a hypocrite (spoiler alert, she's fine in the end).

Anathema and Newt's family keep a raccoon named Shovels, that they dye black, and pretend is a cat.

I have four ideas put down, so far. One's an actual detective story. Two of them are crossovers with... Legion, of all things (one came to me in a dream). All involve my Antichrist OC, who wasn't supposed to have anything to do with the GO universe, until I had that damn dream.

Another motivatior - so I can work with Maxine (the Antichrist OC) more. After a long consideration, I decided to pair her up with War (in non-crossovers, in those she's with Michael), which is problematic because they're cousins (War's mother is Satan's sister)... You know, whatever. Nobody from Earth knows. It isn't anything uncommon for royalty, either. 🤣 Besides, they're both women (offspring from donors, so no biological threats), and they didn't grow up together. I just... I adore my Antichrists. They're everything to me. Max, forgive me for getting you involved in this madness of an universe, the fanfiction gods compelled me.

Honestly, my other OCs, too. Max's best friend, Cthylla (daughter of Dagon, and... You can guess. He has a habit of oversleeping), her cat Squid, Madonna Maria (a literal jackal with vile temper and a fondness for whiskey, Maxine's biological mother;), Titan the Hellhound, Agnes Device-Pulsifer, Francisco Rossi (the Second Beast, who loathes Aziraphale even more than I do, for absollutely no reason)...

Off with Pollution, Pestilence is being reinstated to his rightful place.

I'm eager to work with canon characters like War, Michael (Legion and GO version), and Hastur - all of who, I adore

I am kind of a hater in this fandom. In the end, I've realized, fanfiction must be written for oneself, not the fandom. I will not apologize for doing what I want, with characters (and their genders) in a fic. Nor for heavily focusing on my OCs (even making them the main focus - it's something that I love doing).

The only thing I do feel some guilt for? I remember Neil Gaiman saying he likes stories where women saves themselves, which I completely agree with, yet Lady Crowley gets saved by others, most of the times... I guess, she's just in situations nobody could save themselves from. Now, her healing is another can of worms maybe that could be counted as her saving herself).

Oh... I hope no one who reads this took it as me attacking them, or mocking them, for liking what I don't. I kind of sounded like someone's evil grandma, threatening to throw their favorite toys in the trash can. 🤣 I'm just writing down my thoughts in an edgy manner. Think of this as a literal angsty, but hopeful diary page.

When I said I'm a "hater", I meant I personally have a very odd, unconventional relationship with Good Omens and it's characters. It's a... "I don't like how you're portraying biblical mythology, but I will always love you". I love Neil Gaiman. I don't know anyone im the fandom anymore, but I all the hearts to them, too. I'm just the designated class contrarian. My stories, like all fanfiction, are seperate universes from canon (and I mean no disrespect to it; the fanfiction wouldn't be here if canon wasn't).

Why do I keep hurting Crowley? I don't know, my relationship with the character is very complicated also. I find him annoying, but I named my stuffed snake after him. 🐍

Why did I write this down and post it? Because I've noticed I'm more likely to get something done after I get on a barrel, and anounce I will. These stories are so fun to write... Fine, that was kind of a lie. I'm picking at Ch. 1 of the dream storyline, and it makes me want to cry.

P.S. - I didn't see season 2, and I have no intention to (though my mom is badgering me to watch it; she's also scolding me for hurting Crowley).

#diary pages #story ideas #good omens #legion #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #maxine frost #female!crowley #lady crowley #war #archangel michael #hastur #i don't hate the ahip because it's popular i hate it becauss...I hate it. it being popular just causes the christmas music effect #self motivation #seriously no hate to anyone I'm just making myself entertainment in my own egdy way #it all started from a dream and I took that as a sign #but I'm hesistant to work on it because it's so heavy #it deals with dv implied sa and other topics that affect me very badly #but it's one of the stories where crowley saves herself in the end #aziraphale i don't portray in a good light because I don't like him (i couldn't tell you why) #gabriel though he is fucking DESPICABLE (he's the one who hurts Crowley btw) #archangel michael x the antichrist #crowley ends up with hastur most of the time... he never intends on falling for her but ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time #i'm giving satan a different faceclaim than benedic cu-... I'll refrain from attempting to spell it #in the crossovers adam doesn't exists in the non-crossovers he and maxine are biologically half-siblings #he doesn't partake in divine nonsense anymore because he's disowned by Satan but he and Maxine have a relationship - he makes an appearannce #max doesn't want the apocalypse either but goes about it differently - i guess playing the family mediator made her a perfct diplomat #maxine x michael #maxine x war #max is a rrising star politician and cthylla revoliutionized hell with demomic magic run technology

[sepheray]

hellooooo :] this is my thingy for the match ups event!!!

just wanna say I've read a few if your works and I love your writing sm 😭😭<3<3

I'm male (agender but who's asking >_>) (he/they pronouns :P) and unlabelled! I'm 5'5/167cm, I often dye my hair depending on if I'm bored but rn it's orange (I thought it was going to be red 😭😭)!! it's about jaw length and somewhat wavy/ fluffy, its a mullet :). I have a spetum, right nostril piercing and snake bites! As for style I mainly dress in whatever is comfortable, so I primarily chill in shorts and a large jumper/ sweater :) but the rest of the time I'd dress rather grunge-esque/ skater fashion ^_^.

my main interests would be making films and gaming!! I'm very into cinematography, writing scripts or just making silly videos. I'd lowkey love to get into streaming because of this 😭😭. I spend hours on MC everyday so zjchbsndhddhdbh,, I also enjoy going to the gym alot, love just working out and chilling on the machines :) I ALSO LOVE TO SKATE!!! For music taste, I like to listen to alot of House mix, old(50s-70s R&B mainly) music, grunge and indie. (my top artists for 2023 so far are joji, lovejoy and Mac deMarco).

I'd consider myself quite introverted but if I need to get something done nothing will stop me, not even social anxiety (thank god for my meds 🙏). Im very protective and loyal when it comes to my friends or close one's, I dont have that big of a friend group so I like to make sure all is good (sometimes that may come off as jealousy 😵‍💫😭😭). Other than that I would say I'm quite creative, dabbling in music and art :)

also my love languages!!: Physical Touch and words of affirmation :))

you're amazing for doing this btw (A TRUE SOLDIER 🫡🫡🫡)

Thankyou honey, I ship you with;

Ash Kabosu, !!

I swear it was your mullet that made my mind immediately go to Ash but your mullet+his long hair would be such a powerful duo.

Ash is incredibly loyal so you’d never have to feel like anything is going to take a turn for the worst.

You’re both very determined so when you’re together, you guys are literally unstoppable oml

Also, Ash would remind you to take your meds and when you’re taking them he’d bring you a glass of water<33

Because you’re just dabbling in music, Ash would literally be so desperate to just fully emerge you and teach you the bass so you two could play together

#sephmatchups #ash kabosu #ash kabosu x reader #lovejoy #mcyt tag #mcyt x y/n

[milkweedman]

I know you've talked about your frustration with how difficult it is to make money with fiber art, but would you ever consider selling or trading for the dyed fleece you have? Not like opening an etsy shop and dying fleece just for selling or anything. But like, say I wanted to buy some hand veg dyed wool...you could destash some of what you have....then you could use that money to dye more wool.....infinite wool hack.

I trade my stuff all the time (and am always down to trade hand made and hand processed stuff for other handmade/hand processed !). I dunno if selling dyed fleece would actually be an infinite wool hack though; I haven't really done the math but like, if I buy 2 pounds of raw fleece for $25 (definitely a price I've paid before, idk if its standard for me off the top of my head), once I wash it I likely have anywhere between a pound and a pound a half (depending on breed and how dirty it was, the lanolin and dirt that I wash away can be up to 70% of the weight of a raw fleece, but usually closer to 50% in the breeds I like working with). So I'd have to sell a single pound of washed dyed fleece for like $35 ($10 shipping for 1 pound package is what I just paid at the post office a few days ago) just to get the money back from what i paid for the fleece in the first place--basically paying in labor and foraged materials (so more labor) for the joy of getting to dye wool for strangers. Idk about that. I'd definitely do it if it looked like I could get at least double the cost of the wool for it--Maybe people would pay a lot more, but I'd be a little surprised if that were true, honestly. It's a very nice idea and i wish the world worked that way :(

#as it is i just trade/gift away most of my wool #wool processing #no-pants-dan #adding price tags to my stuff tends to just make me feel like shit #because 1) it never ever moves the meter on how much money i need to survive each month #2) theres not a single thing i can do that doesnt cost in pain. not just time but pain and frequently the clear and measurable #degradation of my body per project #my body will degrade anyway becauae i have no choice but to find some kind of work #but at least the other work pays better and usually degrades my body slower #i feel deeply uncomfortable selling my art that for example is the piece that made me stop being able to knead dough by hand #id kinda rather keep it bc if i cant knead dough by hand anymore at least i can look at the physical manifestation #of what caused me to not be able to do that anymore #idk if that makes any sense #i suspect not bc ive been trying to explain this to my family for literally years #and they do not get it at all #i finally got them to shut up about it only by telling them i will no longer talk about it and if they ask i will leave the room #yay for boundaries. now i just need to get over how angry even being asked that question now makes me. lol