#sid takes care of my queue

[nadjastudies]

so I’m currently not doing too great, so I would love to hear you favorite songs 🖤 feel free to send me suggestions!

#music #song recs #sid takes care of my queue #not studying

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

kitsch n sink - actually something more poetic  like w an enigmatic metaphor embedded - i did tell u bout the obsessive yah and u u musta guessed compulsive - and i aint  lately seen a wild card but so many dealt already not all of them the good kind  - t u not bob dylan neither miles davis - 3 fukken a em and here i am a yam like popeye - w coffee instead of spinach - unpoet suggested - anything to keep me from toss and turn like a record machine - spin me right round - well not exactly but close enuff for existential over easy just a pinch - im quantum quark like - imma edit cuz ig - or maybe keep it it onna tumblr down low not worry about size - or who iz reeding - actually like giving a speech i pretend that nobody is listening - wait imma mean dancing and people watching - tho u really dont wanna see wat that look like on t - worse than guitar grimace emoting thinking hez an og method acting its been a month or more since i mention wim wenders - imma reddy for demille close - up and godot - i am - awaiting 

the things that sustain me maybe gonna kill me - life on life’s fukken terms - its gospel sunday - imma work on a building and a hallelujah fukken anyway  - summer jest start imma think about the heat on - aging aint 4 sissyfussy - how i get so far and not even mention my kitty - and pet shop onna western town in a dead end world - but she is a good one of the - always - variety - in dire straits especially tho no bullet in  the chest pleez - even once upon a time - a crash n burn while flyin maybe - to b expected part of game player  - on the stage will yah 

complicated - yah fs  - but then again imma james bond - billy strange maybe a western but i only ride a horse a couple times - one practically wild i didnt know better - but thats a story  for later maybe - remind me imma forget for sure for years maybe  - was unbaked completely a while just to baseline reset assess - man was that confusing i dont know how peeple do it - actually - i do and did - pain could b debilitate if i let it but fukk - a song or 2 to play and a dozen in the queue - and slow af  not 2 mention lazy - so a million things to do

imma live pretty much the way i duz it since jump street tho modifications - i mean 3 years ago i would swear i never give up smoking - 35 drinking i would tell u - the liver is a muscle it needs exercise and mean it laffing  - but i almost coulda killed myself 18 months ago walking trippin take a header but i fall down good - used to recover - uh faster - anywaze im careful on steps dont even go near ladders 

a stage yah - and a challenge - yah i can play a whole set twice - i think  - stage fright of course par - emoting like a motherfukker over even - cramps in season - panic attack la mode de monde  - shake it up not stir tho  a marley   - but hear and there - a glimpse a transcend moment - a flurry then slow sustain thick - imma trynna good foot - hard af sometimes - ego omg and off the chart fear - just enuff  whatever takes and not too - for a - spell - flow stops time - weave a new pattern - imma wave not a particle - sometimes people listen - enough to sustain - keep on keeping - morning birdsong - i mitta slept a minnit just after midnight - no tambourine too noisy  man but in the morning maybe jj - t its morning now and sid in ny sez nancy - and yes we heard the birds sing but shouldnt we save that for the usual - tho maybe all the bases covered - except murder  

imma wrap it up - finally got new shades to replace broken - not lost - anywaze store wuz finally open 

so officially imma rawk star again - i mean u cant possibly b without shades can u 

#poetry i guess #sacred art productions

[mallowstep]

nursery things

when do queens move into the nursery?

also it is very important to me that kits call their parents by their names

this lost all formatting when i pasted it but i need to sleep in literally three mintues enjoy

gestation

cats have a gestation period of about 2 months. for the sake of cat ease, we'll say they think of it as a full season, but obviously they don't know if they're pregnant until as little as a moon before they give birth. this is not factually what is occuring, it's what they think, because that means kits become apprentices at nine moons, a holy number.

anyway, cats will show at three weeks to an experienced eye. at four weeks, they'll have a bit of morning sickness. by five weeks, they'll be able to feel the kits development. so that's uh, about 5 weeks before they give birth?

i'm really bad at math i'm sorry.

after that, they're going to grow rapidly and become unfit for patrols fairly quickly. i'm trying to construct a timeline for the fourth apprentice and the poppyfrost drama, but if berrynose knew poppyfrost's kits were coming, he probably had a point.

i mean, she didn't have to move into the nursery, that was overzealous, and she had some time before she couldn't serve as a warrior, but pregnant queens are not exactly mobile.

like mate. she's not going anywhere.

queen madness

i've talked about this a lot and i'm kind of rushing to get this out bc i have a midterm tomorrow so i'm going to bed in 15 minutes regardless of whether or not i post/queue something but i don't want to cheat by uploading allegiances for something i wasn't planning on writing allegiances for (plus those always take me forever) and fuck i'm getting to the point

look. i've talked a lot about this and i don't have anything new to say.

queens. they get overprotective.

frankly, squilf refusing to take young kits back to camp and them hiding under her tail is a fucking trope in my fic.

i don't even know how that's possible, and yet.

fading

so there's this cat equivalent of sids (sudden infant death syndrome) where young (feral) kits just kind of...don't live.

it's also pretty similar to what's called "failure to thrive"

anyway all of these things are interesting go look them up (sad tho be forewarned, also re. failure to thrive lots of very unethical decisions.)

but anyway, i've introduced this concept as fading for several reasons.

one, it explains the vanishing kits problem.

two, it explains why so many kits die despite having socialized medicine with around 95-99% cure rates.

three, it's a good folklore thing. like, queens are scared of this. they're anxious about it. especially in leaf-bare. it adds a good bit of filler drama and all that.

four, more cat biology accuracy.

anyway, this is marked by a kit failing to grow properly. there's nothing wrong with them, they just...never "get on board."

i'm not digging it out now but i have a quote somewhere that's basically "well, she's quiet and calm, but she's growing, so i don't think she's going to die in her sleep."

anyway, this is basically my merciful catchall for kit death. sue me, that's one of my lines.

(but wait, i hear you say, didn't you literally write a fic involving neonaticide and neonaticannabalism? i made that word up i can't spell for shit tho. well, yes, however, those are not character kits, they are plot devices, and you know it. so it doesn't cross the line. i didn't give them personalities for a reason.)

so yeah. okay 10 minutes left and two more sections i can do this.

birthdays (birth days)

heh no one fucking cares.

about, like, the human concept of a birth day.

no, so queens will know they're going to kit soon up to a week beforehand. hazy sources, i'm sorry, provide on request.

again i'm rushin.

right anyway so queens are pretty Aware as you will, and so there's plenty of time to prep the nursery. or other location. that's fairly common in green-leaf, but the clan works real hard to avoid it in the other seasons because it's significantly riskier.

but anyway, a separate kitting nest is provided, and because these are near human levels of intelligence, the cats don't have problems figuring shit out. the other kits are cleared out to the elders den for as many as three nights (kitting can take up to 40 hours), and it's usually the queen's wish to spend a night w her mate. (a) because parents and (b) because safety instincts.

(also as an only vaguely unrelated side, i've recommended "the minor fall, the major life" before and i can't say too much now because i don't have 15 minutes to reread the whole thing i read 1k words a minute and type 100 words a minute how do you think i publish so much but there's some funny? i think it's funny stuff where redtail is all "you know it's kind of concerning how willowpelt keeps having children with no clear father")

and uh, yeah. queens usually track their kits birth to the nearest whole or half moon depending on the clan. there's usually a transitional day ceremony and a mid season ceremony, kits are done when the queens decide they're mature, usually erring over six moons, but on occasion, erring under.

as far as i'm concerned, cinder/bracken/thorn/bright situations never happen. i never remember the four of them are littermates because of that.

moving on i have like 1 minute fuck i forgot i need to brush my teeth

kinship terms

i've already started work on a separate piece for this but.

kits call everyone by their name. they might stumble over it, and those become nicknames, the way young kids do, but please remove every instance of a kit calling "mama" and replace it with either a generic meow or their mother's name.

this is important to me. it just doesn't make sense for the clan to do this, imo, because we see no other terms to refer to people, not even a father term. kits canonically call their fathers by their name (skyclan and the stranger.) anyway i'll talk more about this later i'm out of time.

conclusion

love u bye <3

#q #mine #txt #1st #April #2021 #April 1st 2021 #cloudtail's daughter #jaywing #dovefeather #warriors #warrior cats #warriors worldbuilding #warriors culture #warriors au #essay #long

[dysphorie]

The Slipknot Incident

Anon, I’m an idiot and tunglr is a functioning website, so I lost your ask while trying to edit shit SO it was just easier to write this up. I doubt many people want to know, and I don’t blame them. It probably wouldn’t seem like a big deal to someone it didn’t happen to! And maybe I should just still be keeping it to myself, because who cares! Amirite? But no. I’ve decided that I want to write it all out for ME. So. Very long post ahead and I’m sorry about that but you need to know EVERYTHING for it all to really make sense.

So, flashback to 1999. I'm 15-turning 16. I have this boyfriend, kirk. He's obsessed with kurt cobain and everything grunge, and uses this to belittle the fact I like all kinds of music, particularly heavy stuff.

He was also an abusive cunt. Verbally and physically. Very controlling, HATED it if i went in the mosh pit (which I L O V E D, and glasgow moshpits are legendarily rough) because "that's not what girls do. And i know this is wrong, and he's wrong, and I shouldn’t put up with it, but I do! Cos I'm 16 and "in love"!

I also have two big sisters, one of which is...a handful. Very dramatic, very argumentative, and very good at getting people to take her side (steeeeeeff you've got to let her take xyz of your things, she has a baaaaaaaaybeee!) We get on amazingly NOW, but then not so much.

So, fastforward to Feb 2000. Slipknot are playing at glasgow barrowlands, my favourite venue ever, and slipknot were already my favourite band (s/t had hit, the world went wild). And I managed to get two tickets!! So kirk tells me in no uncertain terms that I've to give one to his little sister, nicky, who is a year younger than me. I'm like um ok sure, cos i hadn't planned who i was going with yet, my mum just got two tickets just in case. So I say i will, and that's that.

But oh no it isn’t. because my aforementioned sisters birthday is at the end of Feb! And my family are like, you’re giving her the other ticket, right? And no amount of no, I already promised it to Nicky would suffice. Because SHE’S YOUR SISTER AND SHE NEVER GETS TO DO ANYTHING COS SHE HAS A BAAAAAYBEEEEEEE. She didn’t, and doesn’t like Slipknot or either of the support act (Kittie and, thankfully, my good pals One Minute Silence who I’ve seen more times than I’ve had hot dinners)

So I explain this to Kirk, sitting in his room one day. He. Goes. B a l l i s t i c. I’ll miss the details but he explains that I WILL find a way for Nicky to go to this sold-out gig and, actually, him too while I’m at it. Because I have a reputation for being able to blag onto guest lists, it shouldn’t be too hard, right? So ofc I’m scared and promise I will.

The day or so before the gig, Slipknot did a signing in a Virgin Megastore that had recently opened. My friends and I were so excited, we were there from crazy early in the morning to get stuff signed (there ARE photos somewhere in the ether, who knows where, not me). But I’m also terrified Kirk’s gonna find out I’m there, cos he didn’t want me to go. That’s it. We had no idea what the band looked like yet so it wasn’t that kind of jealousy. But anyway...

The signing was great. Got my shit signed, Sid and Chris were weird assholes cos that was their schtick, Jim and Mick gave me the best cuddles, CRAIG SPOKE TO ME cos I have him a wee pin badge and he mumbled “No one ever gives me anything...”, and I gave Joey and Corey nailpolish. Joey looked terrified, Corey was incredibly thankful, and pulled me in for a hug. That he wouldn’t let me out of (not in a forceful way, just in a heeeeey lady let me hug on you for a while) and I’m like uh *panics in 16 not that he knows that cos tattoos and piercings and huuuuuuge boobs* and he says some very suggestive things and my friend said aye she’s into all that freaky shit too and I’m dying inside. Offers were made, I said uh lol maybe bye, and go home on cloud nine.

Until my friend who spoke to Corey tells Kirk what happened. Thankfully I wasn’t gonna see him until nearly door opening gig time, but the phonecall we had was...unpleasant.

So it’s the day of the gig, I go to Glasgow stupid early to meet the OMS boys and beg and plead for them to put Kirk and his sister on the guest list. And they do! Because I cry and tell them everything and I have to make their singer promise not to wait outside and beat him up. I could tell you what I was wearing: a deftones baseball ringer I lost my birginity in, baggies, and a powerpuff girls hoodie. My hair was blonde and green. I was wearing my favourite converse that Kirk hates because they were All-Stars, not One-Stars. And Corey wore All-Stars, was I wearing them because HE wore them? 

My sister turns up before the doors open. I’m at the front of the queue cos I want to be down the front. My sister and Kirk are both like lol no, because YOU need to  look after your sister (who is 24 to my 16 at this point) because she’s tiny and I go to more gigs, and Kirk doesn’t want me anywhere near the front or the pit. Doesn’t want me to corrupt his sister. But she begs me to take her in the pit for “Spit It Out” and I promise I will.

OMS are incredible, Kittie were ok, Talena tried to crowdsurf and got dropped. I turned around to talk to my sister about it and she was...gone. I checked the bar. Nothing. The toilets. Nada. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck we’re supposed to get the last train home together, I HAVE to find her. Slipknot come on. We’re standing up the back near the bar, and he has a deathgrip on my wrist so I don’t run off. Then I think I see my sister!! I beg to go to her, he lets me go, but I can’t find her, then I can’t find my way back to him. By the time I do, he accuses me of finding and kissing my friend Mark (my best friend who I’d actually recently fallen out with and hadn’t spoken to in months and only knew he was at the gig cos I saw him at the signing. I didn’t see him at the gig). I don’t find my sister.

Kirk decides it’s time to go, so literally drags us away. As we’re nearly out the crowd, “Spit It Out” starts, and I rip my arm away from him and grab his sister, tell him FUCK YOU, WE’RE DOING THIS. So we do. For about...a minute or so. Then something grips my right wrist so hard and so tight I thought it was going to crumble. I literally trip over my feet as he drags me back out the crowd and out of the ballroom.

Now the Barrowlands has a set of couches just outside the main hall, it’s a popular meeting place, so I pulled away again there and said NO, I have to wait for my sister, I’ll see him later, he can go home. Furiously he stomps away. So I sit and wait. And wait. And wait. The entire venue empties and my sister is nowhere to be seen. Turns out she left just as Slipknot started and went home, and yes I got in trouble for that despite the fact she fucked off. The venue staff need me to leave. I’ve missed the last train, I don’t know what I’m going to do. So I walk outside thinking maybe I’ll see a friend I can stay with.

And there’s Kirk and Nicky. Standing by their dad’s car. Hey come stay with me, I didn’t want to go til I knew you were ok, he says, sweet as pie. We get home, everyone goes to bed.

Where he put self-titled on repeat, very low on his stereo, and proceeded to do some of the most horrific things that have every happened to me in my life, over the course of basically the entire night. I’m going to stay non-specific, but if you can imagine it, it probably happened. Including yes, what you’re definitely thinking of now. And he told me it was all my fault. Because I was weak and couldn’t say no. Because I was a slut who’d catch something by fucking a guy in a band just to say I’d fucked someone in a band. That he’d make sure Corey wouldn’t want me if I ever met him again. That it was my fault for talking to another, older man. I was getting what I deserved. He plugged his big fancy headphones into the stereo and made me listen to my favourite tracks over and over and over during some of it, and I didn’t dare make a noise because if his parents found out, if anyone found out, he’d kill me. And I believed him, because he kept a bolt gun in his bedside drawer, liked to pretend he was going to shoot himself with it it upset me and make me beg him not to. He said he’d make me do it to myself maybe, to keep his hands clean. I believed every word.

I went home the next day packed with toilet tissue that I had to clench to keep in place because my underwear had been ripped, not that it mattered because it was covered in blood anyway. When I got home I got a bollocking and grounded because of the shit with my sister. She remembers none of it, but she’ll still insist it was probably my fault she left.

When I saw that Slipknot weren’t playing “Spit It Out” in January I literally cried tears of relief. It took me a long time to be able to listen to Slipknot again, and when I did I was made fun of for liking them, which made healing harder because I was just trying to reclaim this thing that had given me such comfort in the past. So I’ve always kinda kept my love of them to myself. 

But when I hear “Spit It Out”, I feel his fingers close around my wrist. I feel the bones click and roll. And normally I can turn the song off if I’m having a bad day, but I couldn’t exactly do that live. That’s a huge part of why I feel me like, reclaiming Slipknot this past year was just...meant to happen. It was nearly 20 years to the day, I bought the tickets with MY money and was going MYSELF for MYSELF, they weren’t playing a song that I might have a fucking breakdown to. I met amazing people. I did EVERYTHING on MY terms.

Honestly I’ll never be healed of it. Duh. But I can talk about it now because I’ve had closure. I took back what was taken from me. Can’t make up for the missed gigs taken from me and the like but meh, that’s nothing compared to what it’s given me.

#long post #trigger warning: just fucking everything #the slipknot trauma story #don't lose

[kcystotheheart]

{🍎} I don’t feel like i got all of them but MASSIVE TAG DROP/DUMP

♡ Home is where the Heart is... {IC}

✧ I foresee the end of all I know... {Ava}

#☪︎I'm howling with the wolves {Fida}

#✦ Breaking Traditions {Sub Alt V.} ⚔︎

#☮︎You are the future; the hope of this world... {Hope}

#♟Hidden from the rest of the World… Until now {Wandering V.} ✧

#🍎of someone's eye {Mun}

#✎ We may feel out of place; but we fit together so perfectly... {X Ventus} #♔♡ Eventually we all return to it... Kingdom Hearts {S A V E D} #⚖︎ I will keep a just and fair eye... {Invi} #♘ They look to me for Guidance... {Ira} #Heartless; Dusks; Unversed? All the same {Anon} #❥ ANSWERED

#✎ He's a work in progress and that's what matters! {Vanitas/tenebrxsus}

#✎ The Light to my Darkness; he makes up what I lack... {X Vanitas}

#✧ He may be all brawn; but he has the biggest heart {Aced/ursaced}

#✧ You wouldn't hurt me; I know... {X Aced} #✦ The Beginning of it all… {Past V.} ♙ #➳ All right; No more playing around! {Hayner} #♡ It's time to strike {Open Starter} #♔ Beyond the realms... {OOC} #♥︎ I'll find my way... {Riku} #✎ Let's make a promise; To hold each other through it all {X Riku} #♤ I won't fade away so easily! {Lingering Remnant!Vanitas} #♠︎ Different from the rest... {Springy/Hareraiser} #♥︎ Once a Somebody... now a Nobody {Nobody V.} ♤ #✦ A little Generosity never hurt nobody~ {Cari} #✦ He thinks he's sooo good; but I know he's bad~ {Indus/ursaced} #✦ Momma I'm in love with a criminal; I'm the bad guy duh~ {X Indus} #♡ We'll never let the darkness consume us... {Queue}

🎲 May Lady Luck be on your side~ {Fortune} 💘 No matter what happens i’ll always be by your side {Faith} ⚔️ That was undeniable proof that we totally owned you lamers! {Seifer} ⌨️ Cracking the {Code} 🌱Rough around the edges by soft on the inside [Jagged} 🌿 My Strength will help support them… {Aced} 🌟 I will always help the weak {Starlight} 🍃I’ll sweep you up and leave your head spinnin’! {Wind} 🛡 I will always defend them {Keeper} 🃏 Care to take a Gamble? {Luxord/Ordul} 🎵I can drop a beat {Demyx/Dyme}  🎼 Let me play a song for you~ {Arpeggio}

⚠︎ You make me feel things I thought were lost {X Lauriam} ♟ More alike than you know {Rei/solaimaginem} ✎ Even after all this time… we’re connected. {Terra/willfulwayfarer} ✎ We’ll find new secrets to discover… together! {Pence/dxgstreet} ✎ I want to capture this moment {X Pence} ➸✮ Blessed or Cursed with magic that runs within him {Magia} #🎐My Lazy Companion {Sir Snugglesopholis the Flood} #♝ I will prove my worth... {Xionort} #𝒳 No one will know... {Subject X V.} ⭑ #No longer Lost {Naminé; Vanitas & Repliku } #✎ We've had tough pasts but we can move forward {Aiden/lethargic-hunter} #♟We've cut our own strings and now we're free {Xion & Repliku} #Made a sacrifice {Repliku} #Always busy saving everyone else... {Aqua} #☯︎ Disciplinary Committee {Fuu; Seifer & Rai} #yOU leFT mE... {Nightmare Chirithy}

#Why does everything involve running? {Pence}

#Not your Typical Princess... {Kairi}

#Fun and Playful; Strong and Powerful {Ventus}

#♠︎ A little noisy... {Skitters/Flood}

#☓ Always watching; always seeing~ {Master of Masters}

#⭑ How bright is the future? {Skuld}

#♚ Stuck in Between Worlds... {Lingering V.} ♤

#✨I'll learn to use my magic for good {Apprentice V.} ✎

#✎ He understands me like no one else does {Max/pageofgoof}

#🍀I've got a present too; for all of us! {Olette}

#He once wandered the darkness seeking light; only to find he was the light {Riku}

#His smile brings about other people's happiness {Sora}

#👁‍🗨If only I could stand in her light... {Ava/verumheart}

#👁‍🗨If I could begin to be; half of what you think of me I'd do about anything {X Ava}

#🍀She sits by the Seashore {Kairi/thalassicradiance}

#✎ I'll never forget you; promise? {X Sora}

#♜ We all have our Roles to Play... {Foreteller V.} ♠︎

#♗ I have made mistakes & have more regrets than you could imagine {Master Eraqus}

#One of the strongest wielders there is {Terra}

#🎐My lovely little Pearl... {Kairi/thalassicradiance}

#♡ Something that simply resonates with me... {Aesthetic}

#➦ Portal Time {Shooter}

#➥ Eagle Eyes {Sharp}

#🌪Whispers on the Wind {Gale}

#♤ The Nobody that never was... {Kuxir}

#🎐When things are tough; I'll always welcome you home... {Ansem/afoolelopedindarkness}

#✦ I have to complete my role... {Sacrificed V.} ✧

#♡♔ Kingdom FARTS {Crack}

#♟No longer just a vessel... {Xion}

#♣︎ No one would miss me... And yet... {Roxas}

#☀︎ I always keep my promises... {Axel}

#⌁ I have to uncover the truth... {Gula}

#⚠︎ I will find a way to rewrite my Fate {Brain}

#☆⭒ A lost little Star {Strelitzia}

#♚ The Darkness has consumed us… {Alt V.} ♥︎

#{Headcanons}

#☁︎ Where there's rain; there's a storm {Rain}

#🌸As Pretty as a Flower but twice as Dangerous {Song}

#✴︎ May the Tears of Heaven hear my call... {Sterling}

#❅ Her Colours are a reflection of who she is {Aurora}

#✵ Hear my prayer O'Morning Star {Ivory}

#♾You'll never hear their name on the wind... {No Name}

#⚡️The Eye of the Storm {Tempest}

#✑ You write down your feelings on paper {Memoire}

#☆⭒ A Light in the Dark... {Roxas/aftrliight}

#👁‍🗨 It's a heavy burden to carry... {Luxu}

#♥︎ He has every right to be mad at me; but i had to do it {Roxas/caelumobscura}

#♥︎ Twilight and Dawn... What an interesting combination {X Roxas}

#☘︎Oh Look- Nope it's just them... {Dani}

#♣︎ There's just something about him that i hate... and i love {X Riku}

#✎ You remember me; the way I remember you {X Roxas}

#☆⭒ He gives me the courage I need; she is always so kind... {X Roxas}

#☆⭒ Let's go to the garden... {Lauriam/lordofoblivion}

#✘ There is always something worth fighting for... {Kohaku}

#♡ No longer just a Copy... {Repliku/Kouki}

#⚙︎Just because I'm not a 'True' Keyblade doesn't mean I can't kill you {Void}

#♥︎ You and I; were intertwined from the start... {X Kairi}

#♡ These will make anyone laugh! {Memes}

#✬ Here to help! {Chirithy}

#🌼You'll never learn from your mistakes if you don't make them {Ayaka/Roxas' mom}

#♔♡ The Mark of a Master~ {P R O M O}

#✿ Thinking of you wherever you are... {Hana/Sora's Mom}

#♤☆ When the Light embraced the Dark... {Mending Hearts V.} ★♠

#✎ He wants to break the mold {Roxas/serendimpetus}

#🗝🖤The Kingdom's Protector and the Original Blade {Chi}

#♔ Mirrored Reflections; Two in the Same {Twin V.} ♡

#★ I'll be there to hide your light when you need it {Dusk}

#♻︎ I'm not even the real thing...And yet in my soul it says otherwise {Soul}

#✩*~ I'll unlock the mysteries of the world {Ephemer}

#♠︎ Made completely out of Darkness {Vanitas}

#✩*~ We'll meet where the darkness meets the light {X Vanitas}

#➳ Skateboard tricks and Sea Salt Icecream... {X Roxas}

#♡ Let's line up the pieces... Together {Main V.} ♔

#❁ He'll always be my little Sprout... {Kasumi/Riku's mother}

#❁ To trust or not to trust is the question... {Xemnas/potestasaeterna}

#♘ He trusts me to look after everyone; but who's going to look after him? {X Master}

#♘ Always one step ahead... or two- or three {Master/masterxmasters}

#☾ The path between Night and Day... {Dawn}

#♡ A Watchful eye... {Dash Commentary}

#☯︎ Total Annihilation {Fuu}

#✎ Don't forget me... {Naminé}

#☄️ I will always rise up from the Ashes {Libra}

#🔥Better watch out because I always bounce back {Ember}

#💥I will burn Eternally {Flame}

#♕ Together we'll protect the world! {Kiki}

#♛ We'll free their hearts and consume the world in darkness... {Heart!Kiki}

#🍨Not just a sweet treat~ {Sweetie}

#♜ I'll protect you from the Shadows {Oblivion}

#♖ Just follow my Light {Oathkeeper}

#♥︎ No matter the Nightmare; I'll be there {X Ventus}

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#//i really hope i got most if not all of them #//but i feel like i'm still missing some;; #//do not click unless you wanna be scrolling for awhile

[lowkeyhockey]

accidents (how we went from friends to this) - part ii

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Female Reader

Warnings: No sexual content, but Sid is 19 and reader is 16 (which is the age of consent in Canada)

Author’s Notes: Part II of Accidents, which is in turn part of the Can I Go (Where You Go) verse, but can be read as a standalone. I bumped this up in my queue because my gift exchange fic is killing me, and because someone asked me to :D i am # weak.

  Summary: Y/N gets Sid to attend prom with her, even if she insists on calling it a grad formal. The more things change, the more they stay the same. 

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"Missing your grad formal's one thing, Squid," you tell him, and your cheeks are hurting from grinning so wide and you're probably looking like an idiot, but that just means that it's alright that your words match.  He's grinning back at you, teeth still too big for his face and his hair getting a little too long, but he's grinning and this is great. 

 "You're not allowed to miss mine." 

 Which doesn't make sense, you know it doesn't, but it's allowed. You've been good all year - you've been good your whole life, really - and what most of your classmates see as a boring pre-after party event you see as a chance to have fun. And Sid's actually – down for your dumb high school shenanigans. 

 He doesn't even mind your fiddling with his bow tie, a deep midnight blue that matches your dress, even though there had been nothing wrong with it and you both knew it. 

 It's like, tradition. Or at the very least a cliche.  If this was a movie, your mom would be tearing up and shouting at your dad to get the camera, and your dad would be ignoring her and trying to fix a steely eyed stare on Sid until he like. Promises to bring you back before curfew or whatever. 

 It would have been nice, is the thing. But you have this instead, and honestly – it's perfect. 

 "You could have taken me if Sid didn't wanna go," Taylor calls down from the stairs, as though hearing your thoughts, somehow managing to push out the words through the biggest pout you've ever seen on her. You step away from Sid to reach up for one dangling sneaker - curling your fingers around Tay's ankle and giving it a light squeeze. You take it as a good sign that she doesn't kick your hand away. 

"I wouldn't have asked Sid if you could have been my date instead," you promise her, trying to look appropriately serious, but it's hard to push that through your grin. 

 Which – okay, you're lying. If the dance wasn't 16+ only you would have asked both of them to be there. You would probably have made a girls' night of it with Taylor, with Sid playing the part of the exhausted chaperon he was clearly destined for. 

Sidney Crosby:  the second coming of Hockey Jesus, and world-weary chaperon to his sister and her best friend. It’s good for a man to have two destinies. You're pretty sure that at least 0.5 of your destiny was to keep the great Sidney Crosby grounded. 

Judging by the look on her face, Taylor's not, like, intensely convinced, and you look to Sid for some emotional support only to find him mirroring her expression. Only he looks even less impressed somehow, which is impressive enough for you to pat his cheek with your free hand. 

 (Your parents aren't there to take a picture of you but Trina is, and that's the first picture of the night: she was coming down the stair behind Taylor, and catches a shot of you holding on to both Tay and Sid. God, but you'd been a Grade A Clinger.)

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 "Really thought you've moved me up from second-string, for a moment there," Sid tells you as he opens the car door for you, and you'd been standing closer to him for pictures just five minutes ago but he still gets to you, this way. 

 His smile is kind, the last time you saw him so dressed up in person was at the draft last year, and there's something about his hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it. It's because of one or two of that, or because of a combination of all three, but you lean in to kiss his cheek before you slide into the car. 

 (He's cleaned up nice - you kind of miss the scruff - but his aftershave more than makes up for it. )

 It's his mom's car, he's not so big a hotshot that he keeps a car just for summers in Nova Scotia. You love the familiarity of it. You wish Sid would buy one of his own here anyway, even if it's just a secondhand clunker, just so you know he'd keep coming back. 

 You tell him as much, grinning as you promise him that you'd be more than happy to babysit it for him while he's off setting new records in Pittsburgh, and he snorts at you but keeps his eyes on the road like the responsible driver that he is. You only wish you could be as focused, and not on his profile. 

 The curve of his smile, even from just his profile, is such a familiar thing to you. It warms your chest, makes your heart work double-time (presumably to work the heat off), makes you reach over to rest your hand against his thigh. 

 It's all muscle, under your light touch. Sid's been spending his summer pretty much alternating between working out and eating enough to feed about three lesser athletes, and the knowledge of it warms your cheeks. And then Sid reaches down to cover your hand with his - which is not at all responsible driver-y of him - and you're suddenly warm all over. 

 "Can you grab the cooler in the back? There's water in there," he says, interrupting your thoughts on - what? how solid he felt under your hand? But you're impressed all over again. 

 When you reach around to dig through the cooler, though, you find that he wasn't kidding about the water - there's nothing but bottles of water and chunks of ice in there, just when you thought Sid's decided to pregame with beer or - wine, or vodka, or whatever. 

 He's the pro-athlete, not you. You don't know what people drink to get turnt at parties. 

 "You're such a dork," you tell him, too-fond about it as you fish a bottle out and open it to take a sip - careful to brush away lipstick marks after - before offering it to him. He shakes his head and you close the bottle again, putting it in the cup holder between you. 

 "Don't want you hungover tomorrow," he says, and it's your turn to shake your head. 

 "Can't get hungover if you don't get me something to drink," you point out, teasing, and he laughs. "Useless," you add, the word too fond to be mean, even though you'd tried your hardest. 

 When you lean back into your seat, hands clasped neatly in your lap like you're afraid of wrinkling up your dress somehow, it's his turn to reach over between you, his hand resting warm against your thigh. 

 "That's not my job, Y/N. Besides, the water came in pretty handy already." There's a steadiness in his gaze - unexpected, unfamiliar - when he glances over at you, holds your gaze for just a moment. "You looked a little overheated there." 

 You're blushing properly then - you can feel it, you're hoping it's not too visible in the early evening light - and he looks - like he's thinking about it, or you, or the way you're acting like an idiot even though he's just there as a friend.  

 "Eyes on the road, Sidney," you manage after a moment - too long a moment, maybe - and he's shaking his head at you again, still with that non-expression expression on his face that you don't quite know how to read. 

 When did he even get that look? God knows Sidney's never been complicated.  

 He loves hockey, loves his family, loves you - at least a little, but he has to, with how many hours he's spent listening to you bitch about college applications and problems with your basketball team or friend groups or lab partners. He works hard, and takes care of the things and the people he loves. He - when the fuck did he get hot?

 You're still confused when you look away, look out the windshield for the first time since you got into the car, realize then - with a sharp jolt of embarrassment - that he'd only been looking at you because of a red light. It was only fair, considering how you'd been staring at him the whole way there. 

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Despite the hand he has around yours, you're separated as soon as you enter the hotel ballroom your school's rented out for the dance. You give his hand a quick double-squeeze - your standard signal asking if he wants you to set up an escape plan - but he responds by letting yours go, turning with an easy grin to greet some of the guys who've run up to crowd around you. 

 There's guys from the school baseball team, some guys you know used to play street hockey with him, childhood friends dressed up like James Bonds and Bond Girls. Sid transferred to Shattuck's in like, grade 9, but everyone still knows and loves him. Everyone's still proud to know him, and you know Sid's still a little confused and a lot thankful for all the support, and you're more than happy to share him. 

 It's an excuse, anyway, to run and catch up with your girls, barely giving enough time for everyone to gush compliments over everyone else's dresses and hair and makeup (never mind that you had all gone shopping together, and that most of the girls had gotten dressed up at Annika's place) before catching everyone's attention by blurting out, lingering embarrassment still too strong to be subtle about it, "is it me or did Sid get hot?" 

 You're met with a couple of blank looks, a couple of raised eyebrows, look slowly around the circle your bodies make for a face that has an answer when strong hands spin you around - it's Sara, in a black feathery dress and thick eyeliner that makes her eyes look huge despite the narrow-eyed look she's giving you, hands like clamps on your shoulders. 

 Or maybe you're - being oversensitive. You feel about ready to vibrate out of your skin, antsy and uncomfortable, and unhappy about it. It doesn't overwrite or replace the giddy happiness you'd felt getting dolled up at the Crosbys' house, exactly - it just rests on top like a blanket, or like a layer of powder, changing the look of it. 

 What is it with things changing?

 God help you - are you finally panicking about graduating, about moving away from your friends and your halfway-empty childhood home, about starting anew like you've been wanting to for years?

 Sara's hands tighten on you in a steady double-squeeze, and just like that, you feel your anxiety fade away. She's been your captain for both basketball and softball for like, three straight seasons. She knows better than almost anyone how to get you to cut your shit out. 

 When the slow grin spreads across her face, though, it's your turn to narrow your eyes at her – you know how to get Sara to cut her shit out, but she's a lot more trouble than you are, and you had plans on actually enjoying your grad formal. 

 All she says, though is a sly "aren't you glad you didn't figure that out until after you asked him out?" 

 and you're set to - scold, or protest, or agree when you feel a hand press against your back, large and warm and solid. 

 You know who it is without turning around - you recognize his aftershave, you realize with something like slow-growing horror - but you're saved from having to ask him how much he'd overheard by the girls jumping in - and God, everything in the world could be changing but you'd still have your girls, and thank fuck for that. 

 Annaya's dating someone in his draft year, though the guy spent the season in the AHL, and she starts off the shit-talking by teasing him about his penalty minutes. It's not mean, is the thing - the girls know to stay away from asking him about the shitty end to his season - but you still worry, just a little. 

 You lean, just a little, against his side, just to feel if he was tensing up or feeling uncomfortable, and he slides his arm around your waist in easy acceptance. 

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 You tell him about it after, because of course you do, because he's one of your best friends in the entire world and there's no one you'd rather have gone to the formal with, because his hands on your waist as you sway together on the dance floor could be made a deadly weapon, because his warm breath against the side of your head makes you feel antsy all over - but in a nice way. 

 And you don't want anything to spoil this night for either of you. 

 When you give in to it - you've never been a coward, of course you were going to give in - it's with an exhale that's almost a sigh, and Sid makes a questioning sound in the half-second before you shift to rest your head against his shoulder, relaxing even more completely in his arms. 

 It feels like completion, like belonging. 

 (And you don't really feel brave enough to look him in the eye ask you're asking him this, but ––) 

 "You know you got hot, right?" you ask into the side of his neck, voice soft. He starts a little, but when he starts to pull away you give him a light pinch through his tux jacket. You smile against his neck as you do it, both hear his surprised laughter and feel it all around you, and melt deeper into him. 

 "You totally do, you asshole," you say, and you're laughing along with him. It feels better this way, with that out in the open. "Give a girl a head's up next time, eh? You almost gave me a heart attack, when you opened the car door for me." 

 "When we left my place or when we got here?" he wants to know, and you let out a small huff of amused disapproval. 

 "You know I was like, drooling, by the time we got in the car." Lucky thing he'd brought all that water, come to think of it, because you'd been thirsty. You can feel him blushing, heat coming off him in waves, practically, but that's alright - he'd gone and packed a ridiculous amount of water. He can re-hydrate later, it's fine.

 It's not vey eco-friendly, but still very much appreciated. 

 "You look gorgeous too, you know," he says, and he sounds - careful, for a reason you can't quite wrap your head around. Not that you want to look into it too deeply. You prefer making another disapproving sound, briefly lifting your hand from his shoulder to physically brush his words away. 

 "I'm not fishing for compliments, Sid." 

 You pull back to look him in the eye, to flash him a quick grin, ignoring the disapproving sound he lets out himself. "Besides, I spent two hours getting ready. Ten, if you count dress-shopping and the spa day and everything. I know I look hot." 

 "So it's just that I'm not allowed to look nice," he teases, voice low - and when did his voice get low?

 "Hot," you correct, because of course you have to. It's - honesty, or just the principle of the thing. His smile grows at that, and you have to feel that with your free hand, have to let your palm curve against his cheek and your thumb brush against the corner of his lips. 

 "I asked you for a friend-date, you know. Not a date-date." You can feel his expression shift at that, under your fingertips, and you wrinkle your nose back at him. "That's how I asked, I mean. But I don't really feel like being just friends, not right now." 

 He studies you for a second, his hazel eyes warm and serious at once, looking like he's trying to understand you. Looking like he's wanting but uncertain, like he's the innocent high school student being propositioned by an older man. And - you're not speaking Greek, Squid, Jesus. 

 "I like you, you know I love you, but -" and you wave those words away, too, before something else breaks. 

 "But you're not looking for anything serious? Dummy," you tease, because come on - you wrote the script for him yourself, years ago, for each time Sid tried to do normal teen things like go out for dinners or to the movies or to the rare school formal with a pretty girl and would end up with having too-high expectations from said girls placed on his shoulders. 

 "I'm not either. You're a hotshot NHL player, you're going to kill it in Pittsburgh, and I'm already so, so proud of you." His brows are furrowed, just a little, and you pat his cheek - twice, light, just enough to get him to focus. 

 "Don't go fishing for compliments, Sid." You pause, considering it, then add, "your hockey's always been hot – I guess it was just a surprise to think you're hot like this." 

 "I've always thought you're beautiful," he says, because he wouldn't be Sid - your Sid - if he wasn't constantly trying to one-up you, but you preen - exaggerating it just a tiny bit - under his words.  

 "I know, it's a terrible burden." But let's get to complimenting your brains. "Anyway, I'm going to uni soon, and I'm not going to be doing it in the States." For one, you're pretty sure Taylor would kill you for even considering it.  For another – you don't want to. 

 You've been aiming for most of your life to earn one of U of Toronto's iron rings, and everyone - Taylor and Sid especially - knew it. Dating a NHL player - even if he's, like, the future of the league - has no part in your five year plan. 

 The thought of your future makes you tense up, just a little, the familiar anxiety gnawing away at your edges, but that just makes this feel even more right by comparison. 

 "I love you as a friend, but this doesn't really feel like just a friend-date anymore." Because Sid might be the one halfway to hotshot-dom but you're still the one who's going to have to keep this on track, probably. You fix your gaze on his - gaze steady, gaze wanting, something like shyness to it but the shyness is overwhelmed by everything else. 

 "So when we get out of here, do you want to do some date-date stuff?" 

 He grins then, a little shy and a little amused, and wanting, and you grin back, feeling brave about it. 

#sidney crosby imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #pens imagine #v:can i go (where you go) #s:accidents (how we went from friends to this) #lyss writes hockey

[extravagantliar]

[ READ ] your muse reading something to mine .

acts of dominance // meme cache // inspired by lost in japan by shawn mendes 

It starts as a phone call. 

He’s not in the city and he forgot to text her that he was out on assignment, down on Capitol Hill demanding to be seen, asking all of the tawdry questions the younger staff is fearful of asking for risk of their job ( starting over isn’t the worst thing, he’s found out ). 

But she calls him, and he’s in the lobby of a Hyatt Regency staring at his phone and reading off transcription of his voicemails. There are a couple from Bartrand, those end up being deleted before they can be played back — but he hovers over the accept call when she dials through, and he wonders if the second ring is too early to pick it up ( so much for the lack of fear, the lack of anything ). The phone vibrates against his palm, and he accepts the call, wedging the phone between his head and his shoulder — the lobby is too loud, too much and he steps off to the side, to the closing lounge and its connecting patio overlooking the national mall. 

“Hey.”

“Hey! Are we still on  —- ?” 

“I’m at the capital.” It comes out far too rushed, “Last minute assignment to cover the —- uh, the…the horse in the hospital.” John Mulaney is the first thing that comes to mind when he’s standing on the outskirt of a crowded street, looking up at the mall down the next avenue. It was a last minute assignment, they had wanted someone senior and seasoned ( honestly he had been neither, but he had lived through more presidencies than many on the floor than others, and perhaps that was why his editor had asked him to cover the address —- as if Varric’s age would have him write a more tame piece, that joke was on his editor ). “It was terrible.”

“I— I didn’t know! Congratulations — and I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you were writing political pieces now!” He hates the way that it sounds, he hates that he’s writing anything to do with the goddamn horse in the goddamn, fucking hospital. “I guess I’ll see you next week for drinks then —- ?” And he hates that more than anything, the casual way that she takes no offence of his fuckup, of the way that he self-sabotaged his last relationship with anyone who wasn’t Dorian ( who honestly sometimes was either too busy or too drunk to care that Varric took jobs away from it all, perhaps because Dorian had the same icy, unmitigated gall that ran through his own veins ). 

He doesn’t know how to fix this, other than pulling delta up on his phone and clearing his schedule for the next day ( just the law library of Congress, and he was more than sure he had what he needed buried in his own legal library in his home ). “Nah, if you can give me an hour, I have a six thirty back home.” It’s bullshit, and expensive as he presses his thumb to the plate embedded in his phone and the payment clicks through ever being thankful for apple pay, and its multiple uses, confirming his seat back to New York. Part of the anxiety unclenches in his chest,  “I understand if you can’t —-”

“Do you need a car to pick you up? I can have someone waiting.”

“I can just catch a car to the dive. Besides, I was the one who forgot to text you and let you know I was dealing with the depressing state of our depressive state.” It’s not really an apology, he’s still terrible at that aspect of anything, admission of fault — sure, apologies? Not so much. But eventually, that bubbles up. “I should have called you, Sid. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay! Honestly, I —- I almost forgot as well, sometimes things get away from us.” There is a pause, and he can almost see her smile, “Thanks for the apology Varric —- but I will be upset if you miss your flight.” She hangs up on him, and his phone blinks twice before locking and lighting up again, displaying the Delta placard emblazoned to remind him that he should already be at the airport. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck & boy did he have it bad.

National Airport makes his home international airport look like a breeze, and it is smooth sailing until they taxi in and he crams his laptop back into his bag and does his best to scurry off towards the AirTrain stations, fumbling for his metro card to get ready to pay at Jamacia for his AirTrain fare and whatever he knows he’s going to accrue on the actual train back into the bumbling city, of course, he runs into foot traffic. They’re one of the busiest ports in the world. Eventually, he loses service, like he always does when they move into the underground, and getting a glimpse of service here and there from AT&T, picking off the rogue message from Dorian ( it’s a picture of him and someone he’s sure he’s seen before, maybe at Paulies or another midtown lurch that he cannot place, Ahvir is there as well — flipping him off for good measure ), a coworker asking about references and sources for the horse in the goddamn hospital and a text from Sidri —

‘See you soon — catching a cab now!’

He sails through the turnstile, swiping his card to check his ever bleeding balance, knowing next week he’ll be pouring more of his paultry earnings onto his MetroCard for good measure. His luggage had been nearly nothing — his laptop, and a few sets of clothes pushed into the depths of his work bag, allowing him to just step off the subway and head towards his destination. A text is tapped out and sent off as soon as he’s met with the artificial light of the city. Three blinking dots almost instantaneously appear, and he’s pushed as he stays watching them for a moment, waiting for something — but he crams the phone back into the pocket of his overcoat, and breaks through the crowd, beelining out from under the canopies and onto the concrete towards The Hanged Man. 

Their meeting is mostly quiet by the time he arrives — she’s nestled at their same table they’ve been occupying for the last couple of months, and he’s fresh off two subways, a plane and an uber. At least one of them looked like they had their life together, shit. He moves through, pushing a few friendly faces aside, who ask where he’s been, and he blocks out the blaring of the national news in the background — the anchor talking about something to do with healthcare or the national interest, he’d rather have a drink and ask Corff to turn that slop off. But he sees her, and it’s better, a bit better ( he wishes he wasn’t as scruffy, that he had a spare moment to drop his bag off at his apartment and change — but this was worth it ). 

“Hey! I was starting to think that you had missed my message, I texted you about drinks, and you didn’t respond, so I figured the Q train didn’t have service.” It’s a dichotomy — he looks like hell, and she’s perfectly coiffed. Perhaps, that’s what he gets for rushing back so quickly ( for something that is so obviously not a date, but something that he looks forward to every week and he’s loathed to break from that cycle ). “So I went ahead and told Corff just to get you your regular.” He dumps his bag under the table and leans back against the booth, it’s met with a laugh, and he smiles through closed eyes and a hand over his face. 

“Bad flight?”

“Bad trip. Remind me to never take another piece on politics.” The scruff that’s high on his cheeks is more than annoying, and he finally lulls forward to meet her eyes. “Deadline was met, but I’m continuously reminded I’d rather write anything up op-ed pieces or go back to corporate law.“ She laughs, a hand snaking across the table to pat his own before she bubbles out an apology and launches into how her week has progressed. It’s encapturing, and he very nearly misses her request. 

“Varric? You going to share what you’ve written about the — uh, what did you call him?”

“Horse in the Hospital, you’ve never seen John Mulaney’s Comeback Kid?” He’s met with a quizzical expression, an arched brow and he laughs before he pulls out his phone and queues up the Netflix special, adding it to the watchlist, “Okay, okay, so we’ll watch that later tonight.” Later tonight —  he nearly freezes until he meets her eyes, a smile plastered onto her features and chin resting on interlocked fingers. A shit eating grin if he’s ever seen one. 

( VARRIC ODGEN TETHRAS why are you so FUCKING bad at this? )

“Did you want to hear my shitty op-ed piece or not, Sid?”

#asteeledheart #is this nyc or kirkwall who fucking knows #it's modern

[tyzerman91]

A Fruit Basket or Somthing

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Sidney Crosby sets you up with Morgan Rielly??

A/N: This is where I make everyone hate me...I’m not a Penguins fan by any means. *Hides* So please, please let me know if anything just doesn't make sense. Because I really have no idea who Sidney’s friends are or what they would call him. So uh, Anon I hope this is what you were kind of asking for? 

Word Count: 1366 (Is this something you guys like to see?)

Warnings: Cursing. (Let’s be honest, everything I write will probably have foul language in it.)

“Tell me again why you dragged me to this?” You questioned. You stumbled over the long dress. With a huff, you pulled it up so you wouldn’t trip.

“Because you’re my best friend, (Y/) and I needed a date,” Sid said wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “And because there is someone I want you to meet.”

“Seriously, Sid, you’re insane.” You hit his shoulder.

 You walked into the charity event. This year the NHL was hosting an event to raise money for a children’s hockey program. Even though you thoroughly disliked getting dressed up, you had to admit it was pretty well put together and it was for the kids so you didn’t complain. Much. Sid had donated some signed hockey equipment and a jersey.

 You had expected him to slowly make his rounds before going to sit down. But no, he clearly had other plans. He was basically dragging you along. He came to an abrupt stop and you gave him a ‘what the hell’ look.

 “(Y/N), this is Morgan Reilly. He plays for Toronto.” Sid was up to something. “Reilly, this is my best friend (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you, Morgan.” You smiled. He was taller than Sid by a few inches and had the most amazing blue eyes.

“You too.” He smiled back. You had to remind yourself to breathe. “So you’re the famous (Y/N) that Sid is always talking about. His description doesn’t do justice, you’re much prettier than he leads us to believe.”

“That’s Sid for you.” And suddenly it clicks. Sid is trying to set you up. What a little snot.

 “I mean, I really just want to keep her cooking for myself. She’s the best cook I’ve ever met.” Sid laughs. “Just don’t tell my mom…or hers.”

“Anything is a step of from take-out. And his opinion is bias. He has to say it’s good, he’s my best friend.” You brush his comment off. Suddenly the air is thick.

 “Oh hey, there’s Fleury. I’m going to go say hi.” Sid looks at you and Morgan. “You don’t mind keeping an eye on (Y/N), do you, Reilly?”

“Sidney.” You hiss.

“No, it’s cool. I don’t mind.” Morgan barely has time to finish before Sidney is practically running away.

“I’m sorry about him.” You sigh.

“Nah, don’t be.” Morgan waves your apology off. “I mean, he’s going to go talk with Fleury and I get to say with the pretty girl. I think I got the better end of the deal.”

 …

 “For the last time Sidney.” You stomp your foot.

“Ohhh, using the full name are we (Y/N).” He’s laughing. You roll your eyes.

“Seriously? Come on.” He doesn’t stop laughing. You growl in frustration. “You know what. Fine. Be that way.”

 You drive yourself to the arena. Normally you would have ridden with Sid, but he’s being unreasonable today. There was a slight possibility you had a huge crush on Morgan. It didn’t start that way. But Sid left you alone at the NHL Gala that night and then proceeded to actually leave you there. Morgan offered to drive you home in exchange for your number.  And you guys might have kept in touch through text.

 OK, so you were head over heels for the man and Sid found it hilarious. Claiming you needed to name your first child after him since he introduced you. And today you woke up to a room covered in Maple Leaf merchandise. Well, the joke is on him because they’re playing Toronto and tonight you’re wearing Morgan’s sweater. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t wear your best friends’ sweater to a game.

 You purchased a bottle of water and made your way to your permanent seat. Next to the Penguins bench at the glass. You cheered with the rest of the crowd when the teams took the ice. You watched the Penguins skate a couple laps before doing some pre-game drills. Malkin skated to a stop in front of you. He pointed to your sweater and then to the logo on his. You have him a smile with a shrug as to say “eh, you what can you do?”. He laughed and skated to Sid. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but Malkin pointed in your direction and Sid looked over.

 He skated over and came to a stop about a foot from the glass. Which caused the rest of the team to take notice.

“What are you wearing?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh, this? Just something I found lying around.” You waved him off. The team was gathered at the glass, which was probably the coolest thing for the people sitting around you. You motioned for them to get back to work.

It was Auston Matthews who made his way over from the Leafs side to see what the commotion had been about. He spotted you and yelled for Morgan.  Who skated over confused.

“(Y/N)!” Morgan exclaimed.

“Hi, Morgan.” You waved. He pointed to your sweater than to his with a smile. “Yeah, I upgraded my collection.”

“44 looks good on you.” He said and skated away.

The Leafs won. It was an intense game that went to overtime. You’ve never been in the position where you wanted both teams to win and no one to fight. Normally you didn’t care as long as your Penguins were safe. You knew Morgan played defense, but it didn’t really come together that he’d be, well, in the line of fire…

Letang had tripped Auston, you hoped it was an accident but regardless it happened. He served his two minutes and Morgan was right there when he got out of the box. He dropped his gloves and tore into Letang.

 “What the hell?!” You had screamed. They were both sent to the box. Letang with a 5-minute penalty and Morgan with 5 minutes for fighting and 2 for instigating.

 Auston was the first Leaf to step out of the locker room.

“Hey, Matthews.” You greeted him. “Good game. Wicked goal in the second.”

“Thanks (Y/N). Morgan is getting chewed out, he’ll be out in just a second.”

“Hopefully Letang is too.” You laugh. He smiles.

 You wait a solid 10 minutes. You’d almost given up when someone sits beside you.

“Uh, I’m sorry?” He mumbles.

“What?” You ask confused.

“For fighting. I know the Penguins are your team.”

“Can I be honest for a second?” He nods. “I was actually more worried about you.”

 He smiles, a bruise forming on his cheek.

 …

 Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Are you coming?

(Y/N): Yes. For the millionth time Morgan, I am on my way.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Ok.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): When will you be here?

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): I’ve missed you

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Why are you answering me? Are you mad at me?

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): (Y/N)?

(Y/N): I’ve missed you too.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): So are you almost here then?

 …

 “Damn it, Morgan Rielly, just fucking ask her.” You heard Auston yell.

“Really man, it’s been almost a year since Crosby introduced you. She’s stuck around this long.” Mitch added. “She’s clearly not going anywhere.”

 “Who’s not going anywhere?” You ask walking into the room with a drink.

“And that’s our queue to leave. Good Luck.” Mitch said pulled Auston out the door.

“Morgan?”

“This, uh, shouldn’t come as a surprise but I really like you, (Y/N).”

“No kidding, I really like you too. I mean we’ve been friends for, what, almost a year now?” You sit down beside him.

“No, I really like you. Like, like you (Y/N).” His admission hit you in the face. “Oh God. You-“

“I really like, like you too.” You say softly. A grin makes its way across his face.

“So will you be mine? My girlfriend? Lady who I-“ He was rambling. You shut him up with a kiss. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” You both smile like fools and snuggle up on the couch.

 “You know, we really should send Sid a fruit basket or something.” You say suddenly. Morgan pulls you closer and you both laugh.

“I’ll get right on that.”

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“Holy shit, what y’all got a brewin’ over there?” Sid shouted over the intercom device, finishing up slaying a couple of giant tentacle monsters. He tucked the hookblades in their holsters and ran towards the rest of the group. 

“Got a couple of tentacled creatures, a few slug creatures. Uhm, no clue how to describe that one. But yea, if you got your section cleared come give us a hand.” The archer yelled out, and Sid made his way over to them, and pulled his blades back out and rushed over towards Cap. “How you hangin’ in there?” He asked, tightening his grip on the blades as he rushed towards the beast in front of him.

“Oh, you know. The usual.” Cap answered back, throwing his shield up at the face of one. Sid was deflected multiple attacks from the tentacles arm, and he got a good whack in the face, breaking his goggles off. He cursed under his breath as he wiped off the blood from the bridge of his nose. “All good Shadow?” He pulled out his glasses from a pocket in his coat

“Roger that.” Sid answered as he swung his blades around, trying to chop off some arms or something. Sid was getting completely overwhelmed with now two tentacle monsters attacking him, and Cap was dealing with his own issues, and Sid needed to get higher ground. Sid pushed and shoved his way through, and lost his scarf in the process. He tried to rush the creature, and got knocked back over.

“Anyone else havin’ issues?” Sid hollered, and went for one last attempt. “Hawk, what ya doin’ up there anyways? Ain’t ya shooting things? Don’t make me get up there sir.”

“Oh can it down there, these things ain’t doin’ no damage to anything. I don’t know what the fuck is going on!” The archer shouted back.

“Figure out weak spots, Hawk what do you see? Have ya shot it in the dick yet?” Sid asked.

“YOU TELL ME WHERE THE GIANT TENTACLE MONSTERS DICK IS.” Hawk shouted back in frustration.

“Dude. Between his 8 legs. Duh.” Sid answered, as he rushed over to the building and found a fire escape to climb up. “Cap, I’m going up, take care of yourself got it?”

“Roger that.”

Sid made it up after a few swings, and pulled out his rifle and aimed down towards the beast. “So, I haven’t had any issues with the first few, but now they’re getting stronger.”

“Maybe their hive based?” Cap asked from below. “Weaker at a bunch, but strong with few?”

Sid aimed at the creature intently, and fired into the things eye. It went down instantly. “Alright, eye ball took it down.”

“They have eyeballs?”

“Yea, birdbrain if you had a fucking modern weapon you’d know that.” Sid answered with an eyeroll, as he blasted out a couple of more shots taking down the last of them. Gale assisted as well, and the pair took out the tentacle beasts. That left the slugs.

Cap got most of them, and was completely covered in the slime. “Shadow, do you have any grenades?”

“Is that a valid question? When do I not have grenades?” Sid asked. “Here, catch.” Sid said, as he dropped a grenade. 

“Dear god, I trust you way too much.” Cap said with a laugh as he pulled the pin, and dove into the slug and climb out. The slug exploded over everybody. “Well, I think we’re done.” Cap mumbled.

“Havoc, we’re done here. What’s the next plan?” Sid asked into the intercom.

“Safehouse tonight boys. Not sure if threat is completely eliminated or not so y’all are on call. Go wash up.” Sid walked around, and found his scarf on  the ground, and wrapped up the slime ridden scarf around his neck. 

“Well fuck, I gotta call my day job boss.” Hawk mumbled as he pulled out his phone and walked away and started making phone calls. “Man, Eastwood is gonna kill me.”

Sid’s phone rang, and Hawk cautiously looked over at him. Sid quickly hung up, and Hawk called again. “You’re supposed to call the office phones for callouts, Fletcher.”  He growled into the phone, and stared him down and hung up.

“Maybe we should all just revel ourselves at those, I have a sneaking suspicious we all know each other.” Cap said with a smirk.

“Safe house first.” Sid said, pointing down the street. Let’s get to the apartment first.”

They all nodded in agreement, and slowly walked towards the address. Sid was starting to feel odd. He was hot and tense. He tried to keep his cool, but he had to keep on adjusting. After almost 15 minutes of it, he finally broke the silence.

“Any of y’all got a fucking raging boner?” Sid finally asked. “Cause listen - I haven’t had a boner since fuckin’ 2015 man, this is just fuckin’ weird.”

“You haven’t had a boner in over 5 years?! That’s unfortunate. But I do not, tragically.” Hawk answered with a shrug. “Maybe it’s an adrenaline boner. Sometimes I get those?”

“... uhm. I do also. And uhm, I’m not prone to the after battle boner either. And uhm, yea.” Captain America said nervously, looking away from Sid.

Hawk thought for a second. “Must be the slime or something. Oh boy, this is gonna be a weird night.”

“I don’t wanna hear about it.” Sid mumbled, trying to adjust again.

“It’s a two bedroom. Horny bastards get the one room. I got the non-wanking room. Also, I’m showering first, just sayin’”

---

Sid sat on the edge of the twin sized bed, with his shirt off and scarf off. He stared at the wall, trying to figure this all out in his mind. Jacob was currently in the shower.

There was a knock on the door, and Jacob came in the room, with a towel around his waist and he was still pitching a tent.

“I tried to take care of it myself. It didn’t work.” Jacob mumbled, still avoiding eye contact. “Also, Mr. Eastwood, hello.”

“Officer Rogers, pleasure. Uhm, I’m going to shower, and uhm, yea.” Sid scrambled out of the room and into the bathroom.

Of course Captain America was the hot resource officer he’s been crushing on for the past two years, of course he was. And of course he’s stuck with the same horrible boner curse. He turned the shower on cold, and stepped into it. He scrubbed himself down with dawn, and soap and more dawn. He scrubbed until his skin was raw.

And then queue the panic attack. He curled up into a ball in the corner of the shower, and completely froze up as the freezing water pelted him. Trauma trauma trauma hit him. Cold water, abuse. Sex, abuse. Alone, abuse. He was disassociating, and hard.

Jacob opened the door up, slowly calling out his name. Sid didn’t answer. Jacob turned off the water and stepped into the shower, and ran his fingers along Sid’s scalp. “Sid. Sid, you’re safe right now. Come with me. Let’s warm you up.” 

Sid just stared at Jacob for a couple of seconds, and Jacob reached for a towel and wrapped him up tightly and walked him out to the room they were staying in. “It makes sense now, I’m so sorry Sid.” Jacob helped Sid laid down in the bed, and turned him into a human burrito. 

“I’m sorry.” Sid mumbled, as he nuzzled into Jacob’s lap. “I shouldn’t have-”

Jacob laid down next to him, and just pulled him in to his arms. “Listen, uhm.”

“Just fuck me, okay. The only way this is going to get over with is if we fuck. You’ve still gotta boner, and you masturbated like, 3 times already. Two people got oozed, the two of us gotta finish the task. I’m fucking petrified, and not happy about the entire ordeal. But I’m consenting. It’s on my terms. And I trust you, and I... I’ve been interested in you for a while.”

Jacob grinned ear to ear. “Listen here. I’ve been lusting after two guys now. Felt bad, couldn’t decide who to pursue. I got lucky. Turns out they’re the same guy.”

“That’s sappy as all hell.”

“Right?” Jacob said with a laugh, as he pulled Sid in closer and into his lap. He kissed him softly, before Sid began to intensify the kiss and Jacob pushed him down on to the bed. “I’m gonna make this so good for you, you hear that?”

“Be careful.” Sid whispered quietly, as he let Jacob take over.

----

“So, did y’all fuck? I mean, I know the answer to that question, but still. Did it fix the dick problem?” Also, no shit. We all work directly with each other at our real jobs. That must have totally been a coincidence.” Gale said, as the three of them sat in the living room.

Sid avoided eye contact and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. “I hope you called the office phone Gale, ‘cause I NCNS’ed today. Cause I’m the fucking principal and I can do what I want.”

“Oh come on! Shit!”

“Also, you know what. I don’t like this. I had no clue it was you two with me every time I had to call out. We are the main three that fuckin’ defend the school when shit hits the fan.”

“That is a valid point.” Jacob said from the couch.

“So did you fuck?” Gale whispered to Jacob. Jacob glared at him angrily and finally whispered yes back sharply. “Are you a thing yet?” Gale whispered back. Jacob shrugged in confusion.

Sid leaned against the frame of the door. “I guess we’re clear to head out, let’s tidy up and get out of here. I’m taking the whole day off, I can barely open my eyes with this fuckin’ bruising. Gonna have to pull the I fell into a door knob excuse or something...”

Sid growled as he pulled his clothes out of the dryer and wrapped his scarf back around his neck, but more lose and not as hiding.

“You’ve fuckin’ wore The Scarf to work, and none of us picked up on it? Seriously?!” Gale cursed.

“Dude. How do I say this nicely. Nobody expected the scrawny redneck anxiety ridden veteran to be a trained assassin.” Jacob answered with a shrug.

Sid just shocked his head. “Thanks guys.”

[nadjastudies]

it folds! 💁‍♀️

Check out my cute cap design or feel free to just browse through my sticker collection 🥰

Sending you hugs,

Nadja xx

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Sidney Crosby #2 - Homecoming

@habs-girl-31 asked: If the requests are open, (I can't see the description because my computer if having a fit), could I request one with Sidney Crosby, where the reader has just come back from 3 years in the arm, and the Pens have won the cup, but Sid was sad that the reader wasn't there to see it, but low and behold, the reader turns up and surprises Sid. Also, the team knew about it, but kept it a secret for Sid. Thank you!!! You are awesome BTW!! I love your stories

Yes my requests are open! I don’t have much to say in preface to this piece which seems to be a first for me. I hope you enjoy this! 

You had done a total of three tours in Afghanistan, each one longer than the last. The most recent had been three years long and even harder knowing you had someone to return home to. Your long term boyfriend Sidney Crosby had been planning to propose the same night you were planning to break the news to him so by the end of it there were lots of tears.

“Are you sure about this?” you had asked, “three years is a long time to wait.” “You’re it for me,” he had confessed.

The two of you did the best you could with the distance and he kept you up to date on what was going on in Pittsburgh. He had dinner with your family twice a month when his schedule permitted and made sure your parents were doing okay.

On one of your most recent video calls he informed you that they had made it to the playoffs for the second year in a row. You had missed the previous season playoffs as well so you had to miss your fiancé hoisting the cup over his head. He sent pictures of course but it wasn’t nearly the same as being there for him.

You hadn’t noticed you were crying until he asked, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m just sad I don’t get to be there for you,” you sniffed.

“Don’t be sad. Please,” his voice grew hoarse as he tried to will away his own tears.

The end of the tour was set to end in mid-August so there was essentially no chance of you making it back in time.

Flash forward to game seven of the playoffs against the Nashville Predators. You were situated up in the Luxury Box with several of the important members of corporate watching as your fiancé and his team dominated the ice. He had no knowledge of you being in attendance and you had only gotten in last night. Due to an unfortunate incident with a mishandled firearm you had been honorably discharged but not before undergoing intensive surgery. You hadn’t told Sid as you didn’t want to him to worry as none of your injuries had been life threatening.

The score was tied 2-2 at the bottom of the third period and appeared to be going into overtime when Evgeni Malkin with an assist by Sid managed to sneak it past the Predators’ goaltender and win the game. Everyone around you began exchanging hugs and high fives when you felt a tap on your shoulder. The Penguins PR manager gestured for you to follow and took you down to where you could enter onto the ice. The team was currently huddled around their captain and watched as he was the first to lift the Cup. Even from this distance you could see the joy on his face. Just as soon as he passed it off to another teammate, reporters swarmed with cameras and microphones. Your fiancé’s face was broadcasted onto the Jumbo Tron and the entire arena turned to watch. Sid talking was your queue to walk down through the Penguin’s bench to the edge of the ice.

The first reporter asked, “So Sid you played a heck of a game, is there anyone you’d like to mention?”

Sidney smiled, “well I’d like to thank my team of course. Without them none of this would have been possible. My parents of course, who have always been supportive. The fans for sure, and uh lastly I’d like to dedicate this win to my fiancé who could not be here tonight because she is currently serving a three-year tour in Afghanistan.”

The PR manager nudged you to begin walking as the Penguins announcer called out to Sid.

“Sidney,” your fiancé looked up at his name, “The Cup isn’t the only thing you’re going home with tonight. Ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome back from Afghanistan…” your name couldn’t be heard over the thunderous applause of the crowd.

Sidney began frantically looking around for you, clearly worried this was a joke of some sorts. You caught his eye when he glanced over to the bench and he broke out into a sprint in an attempt to get to you. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his face was red from the cold but you had never seen anything more handsome. He wrapped his arms around you and began crying into your shoulder. You hugged him back just as tightly, aware that all eyes were on you but you didn’t care in the slightest. This was the first time you had been able to touch your fiancé in years and nothing would come between you.

While the crowd was easy to ignore, the 6’3” Russian hockey player who had skated over was not. Geno didn’t even hesitate before throwing his arms around both you and Sidney. He had been a big part in helping you plan the surprise so you were forever in his favor. Sid had to let go eventually and kissed you deeply before skating over to rejoin the team. You had promised him you’d wait outside of the locker room with the other family members and went off to join them.

His parents greeted you easily and you straightened out your uniform from when it had gotten wrinkled during the numerous hugs. You expected Sidney to be the last one out as he was the captain and a favorite of the press but just after the first couple of players exited he was quick to follow suit. He hugged his parents first then turned to you with one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were really there.

“Are you going out with the guys?”

He looked at you like you were crazy, “definitely not.”

“Ready to go home then?” you asked.

His smile somehow got even bigger, “yeah. Let’s go home.”

You walked hand in hand to his car which was something you could do now. He was reluctant to let go but had to do so in order to get into the driver’s seat. As soon as you were both situated though he picked your hand up again.

“I’m not questioning it, believe me I’m happy you’re here but I thought you still had months left until you got home.”

You grimaced, “about that. There was an incident.”

“What?!” he turned to look at you.

“Sid eyes on the road please. It wasn’t anything serious, the bullet didn’t hit anything vital.”

“Bullet?!”

“Yeah,” you continued, “I’ve been doing rehab for it; you can barely notice the limp.”

“Limp?!”

“Can you say more than one word Sid?” you chuckled.

“Yes,” he glanced at your expression. “You caught me by surprise is all. Also how did you manage to pull this off?”

“The team helped. I talked with them sometimes to keep tabs on you.”

“Why? We talked all the time,” you detected jealously in his voice.

“I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t something you weren’t telling me. You don’t like to worry me and I had to be sure you were taking care of yourself.”

He pulled into the driveway and turned to look at you, “where is your luggage?”

“I left it at my parent’s last night when I got in.”

“You got in last night?”

“Yes.”

“You should have come here,” he grumbled.

You touched his cheek, “and ruin the carefully thought out surprise? I don’t think so.”

He unlocked the front door and ushered you inside, “I don’t want you leaving ever again.”

“I hate leaving just as much as you do, but can we not talk about that tonight? This is the first time I have gotten to be with you in years and I want to enjoy it.”

He approached you, “of course. Anything you want.”

“Anything?” you asked a smirk growing on your face.

“Yeah, anything,” he confirmed.

“Well in that case. I want to go change and take a bath while you order dinner.”

“Of course. What do you want?”

“A Forest pizza from ‘Proper Brick Oven & Tap Room’.”

Sidney looked at you, “they don’t deliver.”

“Good thing you have a car then,” you called over your shoulder on your way to the bedroom.

You could hear him grumble from the other room but the door quickly opened and the car backed out of the driveway. It was good to be home.

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Girls night out. (Elida’s Journal)

Here is the entry from Elida’s Journal. There is more undercut wanted to make sure the post wasn’t huge. Let me know what You think! I will likely keep posting them and placing them in a queue.

Day 1

I awoke in a strange room, there was nothing but a slab of stone. I could not a remember a thing! Nothing except my name. Elida. I discovered a group of people gathered in a large room where my small room was connected. They were dressed in plain white clothing, basic robes like what I was wearing. A priest in nice black and white robes told us good luck, handed each a bag of money and sent us on our way.  I met a three other girls, Adella, Talitha, and Aiden. We discovered we are in the country of Fengrai. We found traven once we came across town by the name Tamor, while taking out mean we met an interesting fellow who goes by “Uncle Sid.”

Uncle Sid was drinking heavily from his tankard, while he fed us a great deal of information, from the local shops to wears. He also told us the three things you need to know about him. He doesn’t pay attention to politics or religion, and he’s everywhere if you never need assistance. He seems like a good fellow for a drunk. He also talked about the different trades, and where to learn them. He spoke of magic and a part of my very soul trembled. I was amazed. He told me about the second tallest tower in the city… well it turns out it was outside the city, but I found it.

After finishing our food we went to find some clothing, we all have some red fabric to show we are a group, and make it easier to find each other. Mine is now tied around my hair to keep it out of the way. We split up to see the parts of town that we wanted to explore. As I made my way, toward the tower that Uncle Sid mentioned. People started telling me to stay away from it, but I could not resist the pull toward the stand shape in the distance. After a bit of searching I discovered the tower was outside the city.  Just southeast of the city wall.

When I arrived at the tower and I understood why people were avoiding it. The tower barely seemed to be standing, I could see quite a few bricks missing from it’s morar. The plant life  seemed burn and dead in a small radius around the tower, it was sad. I made my way through a solid wooden door. I found a wonderful surprise behind it. It was a large room with its walls covered with books, almost from floor to ceiling.

A woman sat a desk, she looked to be in her mid 30’s, and she clearly kept up with her appearance. Her hair was brown and short, she wore glasses. She seemed shocked that I was there at all let alone to learn magic. She seemed to think it was some sort of trick, how long had this poor woman gone without any visitors or kindness. It took a while for her to realize I was serious and when she did, the woman vanished. I panicked for a moment then she returned with a large stack of books. I was so excited to start… I remembered I had to met up with my friends. She gave me a book to study from, I’m very excited to read it.

We worried about Aiden, she was late by a large margin, it turned out her teacher lived much farther away than any of ours. We found an inn, Adella came back from her teacher with a black eye and was happy about it?  Talitha seemed happy with her teacher as well. Aiden seems unhappy about her teacher, he seems unpleasant. We are going to run out of money if we aren’t careful. I guess we’re going to have to start working soon.  

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[nadjastudies]

hey my dear friends 🙊 it’s been a while!

I’m curious: where are you reading this from? 🌎

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Am I late again? Yes. :) Buuut I’ll just post the missed days today.

Day 1 - Introduce yourself and tell us what you study!

Hello again, whoever you are! :)

My Name is Nadja, I’m 19 and live in Germany. I am a big fan of good books, good music and good food and of anyone who’s willing to share that with me. I’m currrently studying design - I studied sociology before but noticed pretty soon that I needed some way to bring creativity into my life. So, here I am.

In case you got any questions or want to show me something, feel free to send me an ask or use the tag #takealooksid.

Love you all,

N.

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