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cordyce · 1 year

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"i don’t like the way they keep staring at you." w/ peeta 'if it weren't for the baby' mellark? :3

truthfully, your hands are beginning to grow a little shaky from doing this for so long. the minor tremble is smudging your paint strokes, causing a few swipes to stray from the imaginary lines you have mapped out in your head. but no one can fault you for that; not rightfully. you're not the skilled painter here.

and as if on cue the man who's art you adore so much is sliding up next to you. painfully close–abnormally close, more like. you are not a stranger to his affection but something about how a calloused hand finds the divot in the small of your back so swiftly has you tipping your head to address him. in such a public venue, no less.

"yes?" you adhere as you turn to peeta with a smile. but a smile is not what you're greeted with in return. no, this upturn of lips is a little too slanted for that, a little too suave.

"nothing, just came to admire the expert at work." it's all he says, all he gives, and you know it cannot be all there is because he has that glint in his eye he only gets when he is being smarmy.

"right, well, we both know i'm not the expert here, so," you blow through a chuckle as you drop your paintbrush into a murky cup of water. "what is it you really came over here for, mr. mellark?"

you turn to face him properly and expect this to be where he drops his hands, looses his hold on you. but he does exactly the opposite. instead of feigning, his fingers simply shift–down to your belt loops. there's a single tug; harsh and surging enough you can now feel the heat of his thighs radiating against yours.

"i don't like the way they keep staring at you." and it's jolting; how he says it with such a sickeningly sweet tongue and cherry pressed lips, as if his eyes aren't glinting like the blades of daggers in moonlight.

you lick your lips, force a laugh as you pat at his chest to stave off the turn of your stomach. "please, they're probably just admiring my expert painting skills. this is a dog and pony show, you know."

it's meant to be a jab, a taunt. throwing peeta's own words back in his face to throw him off and maybe turn his grin a little more genuine and a little less guileful. yet all it does is seem to cause his lips to twitch ever deeper, carve their way up to the dimple in his cheek.

"i know what they're admiring, and it isn't your canvas."

he side steps you, picks your brush back up and in one swift motion tosses it behind him in such a way it looks like a mere accidental dropping. an accident, that seems to have splattered the red stain directly on that of a capital patron who is positioned a little closer than you thought they were allowed to be to the.. entertainment.

eyes slightly widened, there is no denying the skip of your heart now as peeta's lip brush against the shell of your ear. "you belong in a gallery all of my own. a stunning, private collection," he whispers.

then with no more than an innocent kiss to your temple and a squeeze to your hip, he's gone. rushing to retrieve your brush and usher out apologies through his golden boy personage, his charm winning as it always does in favor of the capitol. and you are left dazed, wanting nothing more than to shrink into your skin. not because of the peering and prying eyes of the entire nation; but because of the yearning and burning eyes of your lover.

#this is . a little more than a blyrbdnkaj #SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY HE IS JUS SOOMKJF DK #blurb #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark blurb

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lovebugism · 11 months

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sleepover !! on the plane of dad!steve: what about steve finding out reader’s pregnant? they’re young enough for it to be a shock, but established relationship or casual hookup is up to you

i hereby name this the first installment of my dad!steve blurb series: the "crazy little thing called love" universe <3

By all accounts, you and Steve did everything right.

Sure, you got married pretty young, but after surviving the end of the world four separate times, you thought you were deserving of the rapid elopement. You moved into a little apartment outside of town shortly after, working like dogs until you could afford a down payment on one of those pretty houses people put in magazines.

Neither of you minded that it was in the middle of the suburbs — that it was “expected” of the Harringtons to live within white picket fences. You were just grateful you didn’t have to live in his vacant childhood home that his parents were kind enough to offer as a present for a wedding they didn’t attend. Steve was more than happy to let the place rot.

It takes your entire first year of marriage to fully decorate the place.

The pool in the backyard is lined with white and yellow striped lounge chairs. The living room is more plants than furniture. The kitchen cabinets are painted green to match the tile in the bathroom. And the bedroom’s got a gallery of photos of the both of you on one side and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase on the other — Steve stores his vinyls on the upper shelves and you stash your books on the lower ones.

You’re finally getting settled into your new life in your new house when you realize your period is late.

By two weeks, to be exact.

You don’t even realize it until you’re grocery shopping.

Steve mans the cart while you strike through the list, as per usual. He’s trying to choose between two similarly scented body washes — accidentally squirting some on the tip of his nose in the process — when you return from the feminine hygiene section.

You didn’t need tampons, you realized while standing in front of the vibrantly colored boxes, because you had a full pack at home for a period that never came.

Steve uses his sleeve to wipe the peppermint-scented soap from his nose when you return, looking pallid and ghastly — like you’ve just seen a ghost looking for period underwear. His hand slows before falling to his side. “You okay?” he cautions.

You nod before the words catch up to you. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m— Yeah.”

“You could at least try and sound a little more convincing,” he laughs as he puts both bottles back. Neither was worth getting soap up the nose, turns out. “C’mon. Just tell me. It can’t be that bad, right?”

In his head, you’ve just seen someone from high school. You saw an old friend or a mean girl who hated you for no reason or a boy you had a fling with. They tried to chat you up while you were deciding between regular and super tampons, and the unexpected encounter’s got you all shaken up.

The image is so vivid in his head, Steve could laugh just thinking about it.

You clear your tightening throat, inching closer to him when another couple enters the aisle. You whisper like you’re telling him a secret. “My, um… My period is late. By, like… a lot.”

Steve’s blood runs cold. His eyes go wide and he forgets how to breathe. “Oh. Okay. Yeah. That’s— That’s bad, huh?”

“Yes,” you agonize, breathless. “Yes, that’s bad. That’s very, very bad.”

“Alright, c’mon. I’m standing right here,” he half-jokes.

“I just got promoted. If I have to take a year off work for maternity leave, I’ll be right back where I started.”

Steve can sense the panic radiating off of you. It’s rising with vigor like a faucet turned on high in a stopped-up kitchen sink. Once it starts overflowing, it’s harder to stop. Despite his own distant worry, he tries to quell your own.

“You might not even be pregnant, right? So why are you already worrying about maternity leave?” he questions with a gentle laugh. He takes both your arms in his hands, squeezing you in a soft reassurance. “You’re right. You just got promoted. Maybe, you know— Maybe you’re just stressed out about it. That’s all.”

“Yeah… You’re probably right.”

“Let’s take a test first, huh? Then we can start panicking.”

He presses a kiss to the tip of your scrunched nose.

You’re able to breathe again.

You pick out three different brands of pregnancy tests, shoving them quickly into your cart and hiding them beneath your groceries like sex toys.

The boxes are stacked on top of each other as they move slowly on the conveyor belt at the checkout counter. The older woman with pink lips and pinker nails smiles as she scans them through.

“It’s exciting, huh?” she gushes, smacking bubble gum between her teeth.

“Yep,” you nod, though the word comes out slightly strangled.

Steve’s charming smile wavers. “Totally.”

The paper bags of groceries are quickly abandoned on the kitchen counter when you get home. You’re far more worried about the pregnancy tests, and Steve’s more concerned about calming you down.

He sits with you on your shared bed, back propped up against the headboard, with you in between his legs. He works your palm with his thumbs, smoothing out the tension you seem to hold there. His chest you lean upon rises and falls with deep, even breaths.

You’re not sure how he can be so calm about this, but you’re almost comforted by it.

Almost.

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, you know?” Steve admits after a minute or more of pure silence. “If you were pregnant. Actually, you know, I think I’d be pretty happy.”

“I know you would be. It’s totally different for you.”

His brows furrow, though you’re not looking at him to see. “What do you mean?”

“You wouldn’t have to be the one to take off work. I’d have to drop my entire career, and I’m— I’m just getting started. It would change everything for me.”

Steve hums to himself. It’s not the pregnancy that scares you, not the birthing process or the late nights or the constant crying. It’s the thought that you wouldn’t have a life outside of it all.

“I’d be here to help you, you know?”

“I know,” you sigh softly, tiling your head on his shoulder so you can stare up at him. His chin juts closer to his neck so he can look down at you too. “But for a while, we both couldn’t work. For the first couple of years, probably. And we can’t get a babysitter because we wouldn’t have double incomes, and… I don’t know if I’d trust someone to take care of our baby anyway—”

Steve tries not to smile but completely and utterly fails.

You’re already talking like it’s a for sure thing — you having a baby. His baby.

He doesn’t want to get his hopes up too high.

“Hey. It’s okay,” he almost coos to end your panicked rambling. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. Let’s just take this one step at a time, yeah?”

You take a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Yeah…”

He waits for you in the bedroom while you check the tests in the adjoining bathroom. He offered to come with you, of course, but you told him you could do it on your own. You said they’d probably be negative anyway, that it likely was just stress delaying your period, and that you were just making a fuss over nothing.

It’s quiet for all of ten seconds.

“Fuck!” you shout, a bit louder than you intended, muffled from the bathroom.

Steve winces.

“I take it they were positive?” he questions when you storm back into the bedroom, completely and utterly frazzled.

“We’re so stupid,” you chastise, pacing ahead of the bed. “We’re so, so stupid.”

Steve finds it in him to laugh, still a bit dazed by the results. “We’re not sixteen anymore. We’re married. Married people have kids—”

“But I’m not ready yet!” you shout with wild eyes. Your hands flail at your sides as you gesticulate. “I wanted to wait, like, five years, at least. I wanted to be CCO before we even thought about having kids.”

“Things don’t go as planned sometimes, babe. We know that more than anybody.”

He was right. After saving the world, you shouldn’t be shocked by anything anymore. You were so jaded by the time spring of 1986 rolled around that Vecna hardly scared you. The thought of uprooting your life to raise a child frightened you far more than any alternate dimension and monsters without faces.

“I was just announced Vice President, Steve. No one else in company history has gotten to oversee the marketing department so quickly. You don’t know what it’s like in the firm, alright? It’s vicious. They’ll replace me the second I’m gone.”

“No, they won’t,” the boy says with so much confidence it almost makes you angry.

“You can’t know that—”

“I do know that, actually,” he argues as he slides to the edge of the mattress to meet you. His larger hands engulf your shaking ones. His honey eyes twinkle as they gaze up at you. “‘Cause they’d be idiots to let you go. ’S why I married you, yeah? There’s not another person in the whole world like you.”

“It’s just something I’ve always wanted, you know?” you sigh, less prickly than before, but still visibly terrified. “I’ve been dreaming about corporate savagery since I was twelve…”

Steve grins. “You can still have all that. I’ve seen you set monsters on fire — you can raise a kid and run a company. You’re the most badass person I’ve ever met.”

“But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“If I can’t work, we’ll be living on your income. I don’t… I don’t want you to have to work more than you already do.”

“I’ll be okay,” he promises, squeezing your trembling fingers. “You’ll take maternity leave for however long you need to, your coworkers will grovel hands and knees to get you back, and I’ll… I’ll stay home with the baby.”

Your face scrunches with worry. “Is that something you want?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve always wanted to be a dad, you know? I can’t… I can’t really see myself doing anything else.”

Steve always thought he was broken in that way. His dad was already building businesses by the time he had a kid. He coached Steve to do the same — to graduate, to spend thousands on a degree, to have ten assistants by the time he was twenty-five. But Steve never wanted that. Not Ever. Especially not after the tenth near-death experience.

He just wanted to have a family of his own.

He wanted to be with you and to be still. That was all.��

“Besides, you always said you wanted a house husband,” he jokes with a crooked smile.

That makes you laugh. A giggle sputters from your lips before you can stop it. The sunshine feeling overpowers your lingering worry.

“I would like that,” you concur with a sheepish grin.

You can picture it so clearly — Steve with a baby, greeting you with a kiss when you get home, a spit-up towel thrown over his shoulder, hair mussed and jaw stubbled. It was something dreams were made of.

Your potential reality.

Your future.

“We’re gonna be the happiest damn people on the planet, babe.”

You lean down to kiss him. It’s hard, though, because you’re both smiling so wide.

Your laughs entwine, pressed into one another, as Steve flops back on the bed and drags you down with him. He rolls you onto your sides, one hand propping his head up and the other resting on your belly.

My kid is in there, he marvels in his head. This is where my baby’s gonna grow.

“What do you think about Apple?”

Your brows pinch together. “What?”

“For, like, a girl name?”

“…Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Apple for a girl and Wolfgang for a boy,” he jokes with a wide smile on his rosy lips. He shrugs. “And if we have twins, they can be Apple and Wolfgang. Really rolls off the tongue, don’t ya think?”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

With your hands cradling his jaw, you pull him down for another interrupted kiss.

“What about Moon or— ah,” he gasps with wide eyes. “Or Rainbow?”

“Steve!” you groan.

“What? Tell me Rainbow Harrington isn’t the cutest damn name you’ve ever heard.”

“That is so not a baby name.”

“Anything can be a name if you make it a name,” he argues with all of his Steve Harrington sass. “Like Queen… Or Journey.”

“Yeah, let’s just name all our kids after your favorite bands,” you quip, giggling.

“I know you’re joking, but that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You shake your head at this boy and his wild head filled with wilder thoughts.

You sit in silence in your marveling, letting him ramble on — “There’s Roxy and Berlin and- wait, do you think babies can be named after numbers? Because, like, B-52 is a badass name. Sounds like something out of Star Wars, huh?”

You can’t believe you married this man. You can’t believe you get to be married to this man.

You’re stuck with Steve Harrington and his dumbassery for life.

God, you can’t wait to spend forever with him.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble #bug's blurb sleepover

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herslvt · 11 months

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K-pop Soft Thoughts with Ateez Maknae Line

From a black female writer-

My men 🤭 anyway enjoy there are no warnings unless you think Jasmine is better than Rapunzel…then we got a problem.

Hyung version

ATEEZ members who spoil the literal hell out of you and treat you like a princess in their own individual ways, but this time featuring the sassy members because they’re princesses too and you can’t say otherwise!

San! Who loves to feed you not in a teasing way, but in an ‘I love you and I want the best for you’ type way. You’ll just be sitting on the couch minding your business and he’ll come up to you, favorite snack in hand and feed you. He knows he doesn’t have too but he wants too so he does.

San! Who adores you so much you’re glued at the hip, and when you’re not glued at the hip he’s got you on FaceTime because in his words he can’t breath if you’re not there, when you two are together he’ll wrap you in his arms and continue to complain about you not being close enough. If he could have you under his skin he would which is insane because you and him both know he’ll be fine but he just has to be a little dramatic first. (I love pushing the clingy Ateez agenda)

Mingi! Who once dedicated a song to you, but it made him so shy he refused to tell you about it for months. When he finally let you listen to it, he wasn’t expecting much of a reaction from you but you ended up breaking down in tears which then led to him doing the same. He wasn’t expecting you to like it but you did and he was happy.

Mingi! Who literally gets shy when you call him princess minki as a joke. He’s so used to Atiny and the members doing it to tease him so when you did it for the first time he was definitely flustered. He wouldn’t admit it but he thought it was adorable how you addressed him in that way every time he entered a room you were in. Regardless though, you were his baby and he wouldn’t let you forget that even if you called him princess for fun,

Wooyoung! Who debates with you on who the best Disney princesses are but ultimately gives into your opinion because he loves you (you threatened him) even then he still will refuse to admit Rapunzel was better than Jasmine but you let it slide just for now. He did agree with you that Mulan and Tiana were number 1 so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. (Bro I feel like all of them would do this at some point, just sit and argue w you over Disney movies and stuff)

Wooyoung! Who accidentally on purpose buys two of everything or always orders extra of whatever. He just got a new jacket? Just so happens they sent him an extra. He got food? Suddenly he ate earlier and isn’t as hungry. You know he’s doing it on purpose, but you won’t acknowledge it. He wants you to have whatever he has and if that means buying everything for two he doesn’t mind, though he knows you’ll just complain about his being better anyway. (Strong believer that Jongho would do the same.)

Jongho! Who will sing you to sleep. You beg him to sing to you and he always refuses, but when he knows your drifting off to sleep and barely still in this world he’ll sing a song that you love to relax you and as much as he refuses to admit it he enjoys it. The way he can feel you relaxing in his arms when he starts softly singing melts his heart.

Jongho! Who cherishes his time with you so much he has to take a picture whenever you’re together. Though they never leave the confines of his gallery, he likes looking at them when you’re not around. He has pictures of you doing any and everything, you in the kitchen looking for food, you walking back to the couch to sit down. He doesn’t care what you’re doing, the more domestic the better. You’re his home though he’d never admit it. You don’t even know to the extent of his picture taking goes. He even has a picture of you scratching an itch and he absolutely does not care.

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez soft hours #ateez fic #ateez x black reader #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #mingi x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #K-pop x black reader

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eightmakesonebraincell · 10 months

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[fic rec mlist] social media au | fake texts

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minigirl87 · 5 months

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Ice is the only hard thing

Steven Grant x Reader

Summary:-

You and Steven go ice skating and accidentally stimulate Steven, but let's be honest, it wouldn't take much to turn that sweetheart on. This is part of @moonknight-events Bingo. There is no description of the reader and no use of y/n.

I used Google translate for the French words

Quelle surprise - I'm surprised

Oui mon amor- yes my love

Salope- bitch.

Please enjoy and feel free to comment and reblog ❤️

Warnings:-

⚠️ 🔞 🤬 over 18s only

Male receiving oral, cum eating.

Word Count:- 1290

London in winter time is a mixture of miserable bitter weather and fun activities. You're currently standing at the bottom step of the National Art Gallery wait for Steven, who, as per usual, is running late. You let out a chuckle as Steven stumbles out from behind a Victorian Greco column for the Galleries stunning entrance, the lights dancing of the creamy stonework, making the building stand out against the velvety inky sky of evening.

Your warm breath making patterns in the cold air as you call his name Steven stops in front of you, looking exasperated and dishevelled. You smile up at him, taking in his rosy cheek, goofy smile, and sparkling dark eyes, a stray chocolate curl popping out of his Egyptian hieroglyphic patterned woolly hat.

“Hiya love” he says excitedly, kissing you and rubbing his nose against yours as he speaks. “You ready, my love?”

“Yep sweetheart. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” You reply as you zip his navy jacket up and sort his scarf. “That’s better. Can’t have you freezing on me, sweetheart.” You giggle as Stevens face flushed “sorry love. Didn’t have time inside to get sorted because of Donna.”

"Quelle surprise," you mutter. Steven smiles happily “Oui mon amour” you both laugh “enough of Madame salope, she’s not spoiling our night sweetheart” Taking his hand you walk of towards Tottenham Court Road underground looking forward to your evening together.

Oyster cards at the ready you both head through the barriers to catch the tube to go to Waterloo train station. The Bakerloo line was busy commuters heading home, exasperated Christmas shoppers, and loved up couples like you and Steven heading to Hampton Court Palace. As if sensing your uncomfortableness of the busy carriage, Steven instinctively wraps his arm around you and kisses your nose, his scarf tickling your chin as you smile and snuggle against him.

At Waterloo Station, after checking your connection, the Christmassy smells moreishly filling both you and Stevens nostrils. “Come on love let’s get 2 hot chocolates for the train. You roll on the balls of your feet as you wait in line at Starbucks. Steven speaks calmly and with appreciation in his voice to the barista. As you both carry a almond milk praline hot chocolate away from the counter you hear the staff say how nice it was to deal with Steven and how they wished every customer could be like him Stevens cheeks flushing pinky red at the compliment.

“See you really are a sweet boy, sweetheart* taking his arm heading for the train to Hampton Court Palace. “I’m just me” he mumbles. Sitting on the train together, listening to Steven, listening to historical Christmas facts, and drinking the hot chocolate.

“you’re a walking encyclopaedia sweetheart. You really should go on who wants to be a millionaire” Steven, not listening, continues to chat and explain about Chanukah and his, Marc’s and Jakes beliefs. You listen carefully to him and get him to explain when you weren’t too sure. The 36 minutes of the journey pass quickly. You can listen to Steven talk for hours, loving his beautiful voice.

Once out of Hampton Court Station, the bitter air stings your face as you draw your scarf tightly around your neck. Standing at the start of the walk way up, you both look at the Palace light up and colourfully decorated as the noise of the ice skaters is hear hum of laughing, shouting and fun fill the air. You look up at Steven lovingly and squeeze his hand “Thank you for this sweetheart” The coloured lights twinkle and fade against his face and eyes, and you share a sweet and tender kiss. “anything for you love, now let’s get our skates on literally” he chuckles as you roll your eyes.

Having collected 2 pairs of ice skates you help each other to put them on as Christmas music adds to atmosphere listening happily and not paying attention as you lace up Stevens skate you unknowingly pulled him forward slightly and as you moved to stand up your nose brushes against his clothed cock and Stevens eyes flutter and a soft whimper escapes his velvety plush lips. “You ok, sweetheart?” his eyes snap open, and a look of embarrassment covers his handsome features “no love, all hunky dory” as they kiss his lips, the wetness glistening in the Christmassy lights.

You raise an eyebrow but shake it off, giggling as you walk like bambi onto the rink, grabbing onto the side as you almost fall flat. Steven follows suit, but he’s as graceful as a Swan. Soon you’re both moving in sync around the ice having fun. Hand in hand, you circle around, and, trying to be smart, you decide to try spinning, and as quick as you try, you fall on your back side. As ever your knight in shining armour Steven rushes to pick you up and the angle he’s at means your cheek brushes against his cock, his hard cock.

“Have you been hard this whole time sweetheart” licking your lips. Steven swallows hard “yeah pretty much love”

Standing up and looking at him with a soft smirk. “come with me, my love.” Skating to the edge of the rink and leaving to change your skates to your boots hurriedly with Steven and handing them back to the woman at the counter. You grab and pull Steven away and walk down a gravel path, and push him into some trees and shrubbery. The darkness engulfing you both.

Steven stammers “what you doing, love?” as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans pulling his hard weeping cock out his boxers giving his shaft a few strokes with left pointer and middle on top and thumb under the shaft giving just the right amount of pressure for Stevens eyes to clamp shut and his body to shiver.

“All it took was for me to accidentally rub my nose against your clothed cock and you get stimulated sweetheart?” Smirking up at him as he nods biting his lip. “have you been aching to cum my love?” Steven jerks his cock further into your fist. A soft whimper leaves his lips “please love, don’t torture me more than I already am. Please”

You kiss the head, swirling your tongue around him, tasting him, letting out a satisfied moan around him. As you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grab your hair as he starts moving you faster against him his thrusts matching as the fucks your mouth, grunting as he stops moving holding you in place as he cums covering your throat with his warm creamy seed your nostrils filled with his musky scent it still amazes you how each of them taste and smell different. You run your hand down his softening cock squeezing the last drops in your mouth before swallowing as you then tuck him back in and fastening him up.

Steven breathes heavily against the tree he’s leaning on as you stand up. He smiles and leans into you licking a dribble of his cum from the side of your mouth swallowing as he kisses you.

“That was amazing love” his cheeks all rosy as you adjust yourself, taking his hand and walking back onto the gravel path to walk to the exit and start your journey home.

“anything for you, my love, I think I should make this a yearly tradition from now?” You squeezing his hand “definitely my love. We will.” As you get to Hampton Court Station, Steven looks like he’s concentrating, which means he’s talking to Marc and Jake. “Um love! Marc and Jake want to know when it’s there turn?.”

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cherry-lynn · 3 months

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rocky and his water motif

ive seen a few people analyze rocky and his symbolism with water, and i thought id jump on the train and contribute what ive found. i looked through every piece of art in the gallery and messed around with the dead drop to find everything here! with that being said…

obvious spoiler warnings! and warning for a lot of speculation and over analyzing! a lot of things i mention are really big stretches but i added them anyways incase anyone else wants to look into it more

starting where the pilot starts and near the start of the comic (the page “lackadaisy dithyramb”), right off the bat we have an entire poem from rocky dedicated to the mississippi river. this iconic poem is literally just about the river, and he recites it in both scenes from on the bridge over the river.

note that in both cases there is also a crescent moon featuring in the background

more poetry! this one is from the comic on the page “lackadaisy doggerel”. this is actually one of my favourite pages in the comic, its very cool! we have this poem that, again, is entirely about water. it talks about water in a metaphorical way, comparing it to memory and the passage of time. maybe ill try to analyze this poem sometime but idk im not very good at that stuff. seems to talk about rockys past but im not sure

i didnt want to just put this entire page here but i will note that the page has a raging storm, an ocean, a water mill, another storm cloud and a waterfall all picured above rocky, who, in this case is ahem under water, in a way.

last bit of poetry im talking about is probably the most relevant. rockys feauture in the “lacrimosa” poem/halloween artwork shows him seemingly drowning outside a window.

the significance of it being outside a window is somewhat unclear to me, as every other character appears in something reminiscent of a picture frame. my only idea is that its meant to show him outside of what could be a home, in reference to him getting the “unceremonious boot”. the text emphasizes this idea, saying hes away from home

this next one is more obscure and much more of a stretch! after digging around in sketchbook pages, i found this tiny little sketch on a page simply labeled “lackadaisy preview 0018”. the sketch page features sketches that were used for the page “lackadaisy palaver” in the comic, and a few bonus doodles. this was one of the bonus doodles, and i cant seem to find a comic pannel that matches it anywhere.

this sketch could be a lot of things, its a bit hard to tell. most likely, its an unsused pannel of rocky that was going to be used on the comic page. maybe him on whe windshield, or something like that. that being said, the first thing i thought of was the lacrimosa art. its a stretch but i thought id add it, just in case! who knows really

next up is rockys character artwork, which features him standing on a barrel floating in a river.

be careful rocky, you might fall! one little detail about this art that i like is that hes quite literally hiding his sadness behind his back. and again, the crescent moon motif features in the background. the cattails in this image also remind me of this scene in the pilot

…but i mean cattails do grow near water so i dont think that means anything

speaking of the pilot, this scene has rocky accidentally blowing up a water tower and flooding the area, and getting a whole bunch of water dumped on him

be careful rocky, you might get hurt! ...i dont think he cares

one last note from the pilot (for now) is a line from mitzi after rocky comes back with alcohol for them. it could mean nothing, could be foreshadowing, who knows

note in the second image: “rest” as in the rest of the alcohol they were meant to bring back

the music video for liquid gold ends with rocky dropping a bottle and the golden liquid flooding the room

i wasnt even looking for water symbolism when i found this, i was just rewatching the music video for fun! i just about had a heart attack when it ended like that D: rocky please dont drown

back to the comics! sorry this is a bit all over the place. forgive me for just uploading an entire comic page, but the page “lackadaisy thunderhead” features rocky standing over a river. at the bottom of the pannel on the right there are daisys, a symbol that features in a lot of rockys artwork and is generally associated with the lackadaisy speakeasy. the daisys could just be for aesthetics or to frame the pannel better, but its also notable that they appear where the water is.

the name “thunderhead” is interesting given some other pannels

not sure what it means though

the very first scene in the comic aside from the introduction shows rocky at the river.

in the page “lackadaisy trouble boys” from the early concept art mitzi makes a comment about rockys aim, and makes an… interesting metaphor

side note: im gonna cry is that actually how rocky gets the little hole in his ear lmao

the mini comic “wilderness” has rocky climbing out of a small muddy pool of water claiming “the waters great”, despite looking absolutely horrible. isnt shown here, but he says he cant feel his legs and calls for freckle to come back.

knock knock! its time for the playing cards! rockys card depicts him as the 8 of spades, although hes also been shown as the ace of clubs multiple times.

first up, 8 of spades! i really like this art but i have a lot of questions. for one, why is rocky holding a shovel and whats with the lantern? theres nothing wrong with it, just caught my attention since i think freckle is drawn with shovels a lot more than rocky (might be wrong on that though) second, this is the only picture i can find where you can CLEARLY see rockys head injury healed. cool! third, the outfit hes wearing is… atypical for rocky, you could say. for obvious reasons. he always wears blue, why suddenly the change to black? and obviously, the choice of making him the 8 of spades. some quick google searches and this is what i found: from various websites (the first things that popped on on google), apparently spades symbolizes the winter season and the water element. it seems to represent old age, change, wisdom and acceptance. the number 8 supposedly represents victory, prosperity and overcoming. i was going to put images, but i could only have 30 and i ran out of space lmao im so sorry this is SO LONG djfjsjnrfj

make of it what you will. as for the ace of clubs:

my google searches were much less interesting so ill just put my own thoughts. the clubs is likely just for the association with the lackadaisy speakeasy, as in both of these cases he is shown alongside other characters from the lackadaisy and everyone has clubs. as for him being the ace, the main notable thing about the ace is that its generally the highest card.

the main idea i personally took from these cards is the idea rocky will possibly not be a part of the lackadaisy in the furure. we see him in his classic outfit, no head injury as the ace of clubs, with clubs being associated with the lackadaisy. but we also see him with a healed head injury (so clearly in the future) with a new outfit and no more clubs suit.

not sure if this is even notable but this entire (very iconic) scene in the comic takes place in the rain

be careful rocky, you might get shot!

and now, even more crescent moon motifs

so why have i been pointing this out? well its undeniable that rocky also has motif with this crescent moon. i have no idea what it means but heres my very quick five minute thoughts on it: one: the moon controls the tide. obviously a river doesnt really have a tide, but still! theres some association with water there, so its notablea. two: this might be a stretch but in the pilot theres this very memorable frame where it shows the reflection of the moon (which initially looks like a cat) ahem in the water. obviously water reflects stuff so its not abnormal for the moon to reflect in the water but i just thought it was cool!

aaaand last but not least

this analysis was brought to you while listening to hatsune miku, i probably made a lot of typos so yell at me and ill fix them but not my grammar its terrible and im not fixing that, lmk your thought and if i missed anything, thank you for reading have a nice day sorry it was so long <3

#lackadaisy #rocky rickaby

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thebramblewood · 5 months

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Psst, @boobpancakes! I heard you're looking for some occult teens. I aged down a couple Sims in my gallery and then made another one. Wendy is an astrology-obsessed spellcaster, Nash is a former basketball player turned zombie, and Nat is a human/bat hybrid and aspiring DJ. Private DL. More facts under the cut!

Wendy Gothier:

Traits: creative, perfectionist

Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery

Comes from a long line of extremely skilled spellcasters

Less skilled at the alchemy part (if you're wondering why she's at a school for monsters, just ask the dozens of unwitting crushes who have fallen victim to her questionable love potions)

Will ask for your full astrological chart within five minutes of meeting you to determine if you're worth befriending

Good luck getting her to take off that hat (no, seriously, it's attached to the hair)

Nash McDermott:

Traits: active, erratic

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Used to be the best player on his school's basketball team

Zombified during an ill-fated Homecoming party in a graveyard

A little too slow for the court now (and also liable to start gnawing on his opponents' limbs)

Still a good boy when he's not on hungry mode (as long as you ignore his perpetually blood-stained clothes and the faint whiff of decay)

Natalie "Nat" Mendez:

Traits: party animal, music lover

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Discovered as a baby clinging onto a cave wall with tiny bat wings

Her adoptive human family doesn't really understand her, but they do their best to love her anyway

Perpetually grumpy (and downright feral if you get on her bad side) during daylight hours but the life of the party at night

Has already decided her professional moniker will be DJ Batty (she keeps hearing about these Vatores and their lavish vampire parties... maybe she can DJ for them one day)

Technical Stuff:

One outfit per category (I used a lot of CC so the file is huge, sorry!)

They've all got a handful of skill points in suitable areas

I did not set their sexualities, so they can be whatever you or your game decides!

I used Luumia's height slider, but I've not included it because I know it can be glitchy

You may also want to download Crilender's CAS Unlocks so that occult skin detail categories show up for all (Nash may lose some of his zombie features otherwise)

Nat has a dark form that's a little more bat-like than her regular appearance! (in my experience, it's easy to accidentally link human/dark forms in CAS and overwrite one or the other, so be careful)

#straudmonstermash #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #show us your sims #simblr #cas creations

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sunnynwanda · 8 months

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Uccellino

"So that's who you are!" Hero exclaims, stepping out of the shadows behind Villain with their mask in hand. How the hell did you get into my lair?

"Excuse me?" Is all Villain mutters, not turning around because of the lack of said mask on their face. They didn't bother wearing it at home, mostly for comfort, but also because Hero never dared to sneak into their lair.

"When you said your job was unconventional, I imagined a lot of things, but none of them included you battling me bi-weekly, Uccellino." The use of the nickname given to them by their lover stills the blood in their veins. Did Hero take them? Hurt them?

"What the hell are you talking about?" They snarl, fingers curling into fists.

"You still haven't figured it out?" Hero's voice is cheerful and, to be fair, painfully familiar when they speak softly instead of the usual anger-fueled snaps. "For a genius of a villain, you sure are quite slow, amore."

Villain froze. They could feel their heart pounding against their ribcage in an uneven rhythm. This could not be true. They could not be Hero. Not when Villain finally found someone they connected with so easily. So quickly. Come to think of it, that should have alerted them. They clicked too fast. Hell, they started living together after the third date!

Villain turned to face Hero, noting the satisfied grin on their handsome face. That damned enchanting smile that left no choice for them but to agree to a date. Just one, Villain had thought. What could go wrong?

When they had arrived for their first date, Villain expected to be bored within the first fifteen minutes. They ended up spending the entire night stargazing and telling stories from their childhood. The second time Hero asked them out was when they were ordering breakfast the next morning. Villain's mouth was full, and Hero had taken their silence as a yes and smiled. They couldn't find it in them to refuse after being graced with that smile. Not while they were battling the urge to grab their face and kiss those plush lips.

Needless to say, their second date ended with a heated makeout session in a closed art gallery that left Villain breathless and not minding a third date. They were too lovesick to realise it was moving all too fast. Hero had asked them over. They made a delicious dinner together and were supposed to watch a movie, a mutual favourite.

Well, they didn't get to that movie after they accidentally kissed Hero, who took the prompt, pinning them to the nearest wall and kissing them senseless. Senseless it was. Their entire relationship could be described by that word alone. They never got to leave that day, spending the night and the subsequent morning in Hero's bed. And the next night. Only ten days later did they realise they hadn't slept at home for almost two weeks.

They meet Hero's unwavering (and fond) gaze. "Did you know?"

"You mean from the start?" Villain nods tightly. Their head is spinning, but Hero has no business knowing that. "Of course not."

"Then why?" They question with a flat expression, and Hero isn't sure if they want to slap them or kiss their worries away.

"Then why what? Why did I ask you out?" Villain nods again. Hero rakes a hand through their hair to keep them busy and away from their favourite cretino. "I don't know, maybe 'cause I was attracted to you. Did that never cross your mind, amore?"

"Stop calling me that!" They finally snap, and Hero is thankful for the emotion. Now they know it wasn't an elaborate corruption plan on either side.

"I will call you whatever I feel like calling you." They claim smug as ever, taking a step towards their lover. Villain draws back a bit.

"Get out of my house!" They command, pressing their lips into a thin line. The demand is met with a look of utter resolution. "You have no power over me, Hero."

"You sure about that?" Hero almost purrs, sending a shiver down Villain's smile.

They reach them in two long strides, grasping their wrists and pressing them to their sides before Villain can react. Not that Villain could react while pressed flush against Hero's body with their lips within reach. Their gaze flicks down to Villain's lips, and that is all it takes for them to throw every inhibition out the window and crush their mouth against Hero's smiling one. Their now free hands move the mask away from Hero's face, discarding it on the floor. When they finally part, Hero's lips are red, swollen and smiling brightly. Villain can't help but reciprocate it with an equally giddy grin when Hero nuzzles into their neck, whispering softly.

"Cause you sure have power over me, Uccellino."

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yankpop · 2 years

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Yandere NCT U: Other member notices his yandere behavior (From Home unit)

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

WARNINGS: Stalking; violence; murder; toxic/abusive relationships.

(Female reader)

AN: NCT U - From Home unit. Hope you guys enjoy it 💖

Taeil

Taeil keeps swiping the pictures on his gallery, slightly angeling the phone to the left so that Kun can see the new MV’s set pictures he took earlier that day but accidentally ends up swiping too fast, the screen inadvertently shows a familiar girl sleeping in a bed, the picture quality is low as it was taken during night time but it’s clear that it’s Y/N, the new hairstylist from SM.

Taeil almost drops his phone to the ground, quickly attempting to block the phone from Kun’s sight, a small swear leaving his lips as he nervously glances at his friend. How could he be so damn careless?

“Was that Y/N?” Kun perplexedly asks, trying to sneak back at the screen while Taeil erratically tries to change the image.

“No! It wasn’t her!” Taeil tries to lie, but Kun’s face says he doesn’t believe it. Instead he turns to the door yet Taeil is quicker in grabbing his arm and pushing him back into the room, making Kun stumble over him, both bodies bumping into each other with force.

“Please, Kun, you can’t tell her about this!” Taeil implores, trying to force Kun to listen to him but Kun shooks him off, an almost angry expression in his face. “Have you lost your mind? You can’t be doing these types of things!”

As Kun leaves the room, Taeil is left alone, scared of Kun revealing what he did.

Yuta

Yuta tiredly enters the apartment, throwing his black hoodie to the ground and harshly dropping his body to the couch. “How was the club?” a voice echoes through the space as Yuta looks at the open kitchen space. Taeil stands next to the counter, preparing break-fast with a lively aura all over him. Yuta groans, rubbing his face to keep the sleep away. He only has 30 minutes before having to show up to work and if he falls asleep now, then he’s sure he won’t be able to wake up.

“Didn’t go to a club last night. I was following Y/N. Obviously." He states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, barely reacting when a very shocked Taeil drops a plate of food to the ground from how surprised he is, his voice shaking as he questions Yuta. “What?! You were following her? You were stalking her the entire night?”

Yuta barely gives him a reaction, as he closes his eyes and drops his head to the pillows. “Yeah, so? At least, I got to see her.” He slowly drifts off to Taeil speaking about how wrong his actions are, falling asleep after an entire night of following you around town while you were with your friends.

Meanwhile the older boy stares at Yuta sleeping, trying to think when Yuta started being such a creep towards you and how the hell did things go so wrong.

Kun

Kun gives you a stern stare to which you can’t help but cower under his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Kun. I promise I’ll call you the minute I get out of college tomorrow, I won’t forget about it!” you shamefully promise, your head lowering as you’re unable to stand your ground from the extreme disappointment emanating from Kun. Next to Kun, is Doyoung who watches the whole conversation with wide eyes.

“Kun, her college is only 5 minutes away from our dorms and it’s still day time. I don't think it's that serious.” he tries to intervene, only to be immediately shut down by his friend. “No, Doyoung. You don’t understand, I need to be sure that she’s safe at all times and I don’t want any more delays, okay?” Kun directs his attention from Doyoung to his, his eyes expectating an confirmation from you.

You silently nod your head, muttering a small yes. Kun doesn’t seem satisfied enough with your response, his lips forming a thin line. “If you do this again, then no more coming alone from college for you, got it?” he threatens, making you start apologizing all over again for your stupid mistake and assuring Kun that you will obediently stick to his rules.

Afterwards, both you and Kun go out to have lunch while Doyoung keeps replaying the scene over and over in his head, not being able to understand Kun’s overprotective actions.

Doyoung

“So, how’s college going? And how’s that best friend of yours, was it Jessica?” Yuta asks you while you both wait for Doyoung to come back from the restroom. At her mention, you nervously twist your fingers on your lap, eyes quickly glancing at the restroom door. “Actually, we’re not friends anymore.” you quietly answer, hoping Yuta would change the subject, knowing that if Doyoung heard you talking about your old friend he’d be upset. To your dismay, Yuta lets you a loud gasp, a dramatically shocked expression adorning his face as he stares at you.

“Damn, how come? I thought the two of you were like glue. I even remember Doyoung saying that you two were completely inseparable. What happened?” His words make your heart feel empty as you remind the time when you were indeed inseparable yet now you don’t talk anymore.

“I don’t know, Doyoung made me realize that she was actually a bad influence on my life. That’s all.” You carefully explain, giving him a subtle signal that you don’t want to keep talking about it. Instead of understanding your hint, Yuta keeps insisting on this matter with an almost indignant tone.

“And how come Doyoung is the one making all the decisions for you?” Yuta questions you, looking at you like you’ve gone crazy. You open your lips to answer but a voice intervenes before you have the chance to speak.

“Because Doyoung is her boyfriend and he knows better than to let his girlfriend wander around with some hypocrite fake friends.” Besides the table, stands a very annoyed Doyoung whose dark eyes literally send daggers to Yuta. He holds out his hand to you, not even sparing you a glance as you rush to stand and grab his hand back, all of this as Yuta observes you with a surprised expression.

Doyoung gives your hand a small but firm squeeze and speaks out to Yuta, his face matching his voice. Calm yet powerfully superior. “And I’d prefer if you stayed out of my personal life, Yuta. Y/N’s life is no one’s concern except me.” Doyoung concludes, walking towards the exit as you hurry up to keep up with his fast pace.

Meanwhile, Yuta is left behind, completely shocked to see his friend’s new dark side, something he managed to keep hidden for all this time.

Renjun

“Okay, then how about tomorrow? Or Tuesday?" Haechan tries to reschedule a small hang out with Renjun, only to be met with another vigorous head shake. Haechan lets out a frustrated groan while Renjun ignores the boy, his attention uniquely on his phone as he keeps texting you.

He doesn’t so much as spare a glance to his friend, who keeps walking back and forth around him, trying to catch his attention for some “boys time out” as he claimed.

“Bro, just because now you have the girlfriend of your dreams, doesn’t mean you can ditch us!” Haechan hisses, disdain all over his voice as he observes Renjun smiling softly at his phone, completely oblivious to Haechan and his whines.

“Will you stop texting her for one minute?! You’re always either with her or talking to her! Doesn’t she get tired of it?” Renjun’s expression goes dark for a moment as he catches Haechan’s word, his hand tightly clenching around the phone, giving Haechan a raging look that scares the boy.

“She will never get tired of me! Never! She’s my girlfriend and I’m not letting her get tired of me, never. I won’t allow it, no matter what I have to do. Now go bother someone else.” Renjun’s behavior is so unlike himself that leaves Haechan scared of him, quickly leaving his room and wondering about the true nature of your relationship. Maybe he should warn you about Renjun’s sudden strange behavior.

Haechan

Haechan and Chenle keep talking, their eyes absorbed on the TV screen in front of them as they watch the football game. Chenle dips his hand into the chip’s bag, chewing the food, listening to his friend blabbering about his crush on you.

“And to be honest, I love her so fucking much that I’d kill for her, literally.” Haechan’s crude words make Chenle choke on the food as he glances at the boy sitting next to him with a shocked expression. Haechan taps his back, unaware of the weird looks Chenle was giving him. “What do you mean you’d kill for her? Don’t even joke about that, dude.”

“I’m being honest.” Haechan merely shrugs it off, his face completely normal as if he just hadn’t declared that he'd perform a crime for you. “I’d do that and much more. Jezz, now that I think about it, there’s nothing I wouldn't do for her.” he continues, unaware of the cold pit forming on Chenle’s stomach. Never once Chenle thought Haechan would even consider such things, he couldn’t believe Haechan was actually considering crossing such boundaries for you.

Haechan notices the odd look on the younger boy’s face and quickly tries to amend his words. “Look, if you love someone then you’re supposed to do anything and everything for them, no exceptions.”

His tone is so sincere and passionate that Chenle starts doubting himself. Afterall, there was some truth to his words, right? All the movies and books say the exact thing, you are supposed to do everything for your loved one.

Maybe Haechan was right afterall.

Chenle

“Bro, what the hell is this?” Renjun's voice snaps Chenle out of his trance. The male slowly turns his head to the side, already planning to ignore whatever weird comment Renjun was about to throw until he notices that Renjun was staring at something on his laptop, where he kept his - oh, shit.

With a panicked yelp, Chenle jumps from his bed, running to close his laptop screen. But the damage was already done with Renjun giving him an almost frightened look. “Look, it’s not what it looks like, I promise.” His weak attempt to mask his actions is harshly cut off by his friend. “Does she know about this? I- We all know you have a crush on her but this is just wrong, Chenle! You can’t just spy on her and violate her privacy!”

Chenle feels his hands start to sweat as Renjun keeps rambling about how wrong his behavior is and how he’s not supposed to do it. Pretending to accept all of Renjun’s critics until a certain sentence ruins all of his hopes of him letting this slide.

“... and Y/N needs to know about this. I’m going to tell her and you need to apologize and-” Renjun is abruptly cut off as he falls unconscious on the floor, a small puddle of blood starting to gather around his head, staining the white floor.

Next to him, Chenle stands completely immobile with the porcelain figure on his hands. Taking a deep breath, he starts to push Renjun’s body into the floor’s carpet. He won’t let anyone get between him and you. Not even his closest friends.

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epsiloner · 5 months

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(｡>﹏ ♡ !! BLUE LOCK boys' phones.

─ tags﹕blue lock, bllk, bllck, fanfic ?, hcs, headcanons, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, yoichi isagi, itoshi rin, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, michael kaiser

ꗃ SEISHIRO NAGI. ﹒gallery: he takes pictures of choki every morning if he had the chance to, game screenshots, game item purchases, selfies? yes. reo secretly uses his phone and takes pictures of nagi when he sleeps. ﹒phone case: solid black. it's such a hassle for him if he changes it. ﹒apps: games, games, games. ﹒contacts: he has 70 missed calls (mainly form reo), he has no profile picture, he left 12 people on read. spams from reo asking him where he was. and just left him on read.

ꗃ MIKAGE REO. ﹒gallery: stuff sent from his parents, pictures of him winning a ton of school competitions when he was younger, selfies of him and nagi ﹒phone case: a solid black background with a logo/icon ﹒apps: study apps, stuff to keep track his physical states. his notes app, with a bunch of vents about nagi leaving him alone. ﹒contacts: he absolutely has no missed notifications/messages/calls, he has a pfp of himself, never left anyone on read.

ꗃ YOICHI ISAGI. ﹒gallery: some selfies (he tries to be normal), he doesn't have that many photos. ﹒phone case: a phone case with a little kintsuba on it. ﹒apps: regular apps. ﹒contacts: some notifs/messages, definitely no missed calls.

ꗃ ITOSHI RIN. ﹒gallery: literally nothing. he still has old photos of him and his brother when they were little (he plans to delete them, but he uses the excuse "i don't have time to waste") ﹒phone case: plain. no phone case. ﹒apps: regular apps with a bunch of alarm notifs for his exercise schedule. ﹒contacts: waiting for his brother to message/call him.

ꗃ MEGURU BACHIRA. ﹒gallery: A LOT of selfies of him and his friends, a bunch of silly pics of him at the beach (catching crabs and cooking them and he accidentally burns his house) ﹒phone case: bright yellow with silly illustrations ﹒apps: regular apps with some cozy games he plays at his spare time ﹒contacts: messaged 8 people pick up lines (from a dare) who did not respond in 4 days.

ꗃ HYOMA CHIGIRI. ﹒gallery: nothing much, screenshots of haircare products he found online ﹒phone case: winter season ﹒apps: regular apps with e-book apps ﹒contacts: never used them unless he actually needed to. aryu's spam asking him "give me your haircare routine or i will devour you with my glam like last time"

ꗃ MICHAEL KAISER. ﹒gallery: as a narcissist he has a ton of selfies of himself shirtless in front of the mirror. nothing else. ﹒phone case: completely white with a text saying "i'm so hot, i love myself" ﹒apps: a lot of apps which were rarely used. ﹒contacts: a lot of messages from companies inviting him to work in modeling, and spam from ness being his dog.

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pluckysidekick · 9 months

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Hello, Drewds! I’ve been on vacation but just had to come back to post about what we know about the next few episodes.

Before I go there, a word on Episode 8. For me it was one of the best of the entire series. The actors were able to capture each others’ speech, mannerisms, and essence so well. And of course the Nancy and Ace scenes were just incredible. They aren’t together romantically yet, but they have reached a new level of honesty with each other, and are learning how to be a couple. The sunset scene, and Ace’s voice cracking as he says later that he’s a better person with Nancy in his life, were everything.

On to episode 9! We got the one line description “The Drew Crew prepare to battle a Sin Eater.” I think we can do better than that. To start with, the title. “The Mystery of the Stolen Soul.”

Who could be the stolen soul? My theory - it’s Tristan Glass. We know he’s adopted, and the Glasses are fully capable of stealing a child. Is he the child of India Burnett, the most recent victim of the Sin Eater (who died on a boat under mysterious circumstances)? Or does he have some other connection?

Henry Zaga was filming in Vancouver and posted this at the time of ep. 9 filming:

I remember at the time wondering how he got so muddy. This certainly makes me think of this scene from the trailer:

We all surmised that this is Tristan who Nancy says she won’t let die (yes I studied Alex and Henry’s profiles for comparison cause I’m obsessed).

Some fans have theorized that Tristan IS a Sin Eater. Did Nancy shoot him accidentally when she’s aiming for a Sin Eater? Or does he transform? Or is he actually the next victim - and if so, whose sin is he paying for? Nancy’s (for the tsunami/killing Tempy/shooting Tristan)? The Glasses (for kidnapping Tristan/many attempted murders)? We will get the return of Jonas Glass in this episode, interested in how he plays into it. Kennedy said we won’t fully understand Tristan’s role until the finale, but I imagine a big piece of the puzzle will be revealed in this episode. Still wondering about his grandfather that he went fishing with, esp after Ep. 8’s Ace&Thom fishing adventure…

We have this intriguing promo still from Ep. 9 which matches with a shot from the trailer:

So is this Temperance’s red sleeping powder she used on Lev? Perhaps Nancy finds it in Icarus Hall. Does she try to use it on the Sin Eater? Tristan? Ace? (Also, where’s Ace?)

There’s this mysterious shot that matches Nancy’s fit from the cabin shot below:

She’s waking up here - did she douse herself with the sleeping powder accidentally? Maybe she’s testing it out before she tries it on the Sin Eater.

We also had this trailer shot in a stone cabin that matches Maddison’s coat from ep.9 filming:

You may remember she attempted to sing Elton John in the green room in this gorgeous purple plaid coat. What icky thing are they encountering? And what is going on here?

Back in town, we’ve got Bess on trial for witchcraft, which is eerily evocative of both the history of early America and today’s terrifying climate:

You may remember the cast did a meet and greet with fans during filming at the old courthouses that are inside the Vancouver Art Gallery:

Since Nancy has a few different outfits in this episode, I’m thinking the trial runs for at least few days.

So I know we’re all anxious about what is happening with Ace, who isn’t in any of these shots. We know from past episodes they often leave him out of promos, surely to increase our anticipation. I can’t imagine him not being there for his Platanchor - although he does have a job that he can’t slack off now. From IMDB, Connor is in this ep, so we should get some work scenes for Ace, and perhaps the suggestion that he go to school to further his career?

I believe we’ll see his potential love interest in the next episode (will do another post), but we should expect some Nancy-Tristan action in this ep. Gotta ride the wave!

As always my post is all speculation based on what we know from BTS, trailers, and promos. I might have the wrong episode for some of these shots, and there may be some I missed. But it’s fun to speculate while we wait for Larry’s emojis and tonight’s broadcast!

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #nace #ace [redacted]#ndcw #nancy drew season 4 #author: pluckysidekick #nancy drew spoilers

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gottestod-writes · 1 month

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Find the Word Tag Game

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag here.

My words: arm, subject, learn, incapable (couldn't find the last one)

New words: mother, green, fold

Tagging @kyofsonder @kirsten-is-writing @shabriri @squarebracket-trickster @spitefulbull @hallowedfury

Read on for the (arguably unedited) snippets

Arm

The final jury member arrived, a tad later than recommended. He was a small angel of a mouldy complexion who smelled like cigarettes. He sat down next to Lucifer, nodded at him, and immediately turned into immovable dust as everyone's attention was drawn to the beginning of the court proceedings. The side door was pulled open and gave way to Samael. He was tall with spider limbs, which he hid under a long-sleeved robe that could fit at least two of him. It did not have the intended inflating effect but made him look like a coat rack with back problems. The only impressive parts Lucifer could find on Samael were his condor wings, which he had spread to full size to grab the gallery’s attention and signify that the trial was about to begin. He seated himself on a cushioned chair on the side of the main floor, below the jury. For a moment, Lucifer believed to detect the odour of coal tar.

The judge, Orphiel, was to walk in next, an angel as wide as he was tall with long purple waves framing his bust. A murmur quieted to anticipation.

After taking his place between the eye window and the walnut desk, Orphiel spread his arms wide, saying, “Welcome, my highest Lord and Father, my esteemed Seraphim and Cherubim, my dear angels, on this blessed yet tragic day. Today, we meet to witness the kingdom of Heaven, represented by Samael, charging our defendant, Lilith, resident of Eden, with the treacherous crimes of disobedience to our Father and going against the grain of what she was created for."

Subject

Lucifer dropped the cube of clay onto the floor of the laboratory, and began unwrapping it. On the Father’s workbench was the torso of a woman: no head, no extremities, and entirely shaped of clay. Next to that sat a metal bowl with the rib in it, washed and white. Behind the glass partition, Raphaela was busy sewing Adam back up, blood splatters on her scrubs.

"Of course not, Father," Lucifer wondered why the Father was telling him this. Maybe because Lucifer had witnessed the first woman, Lilith. Maybe because there was nobody else to listen right now and Lucifer was, against his will, obligated to. He refrained from shaking his head: she was being replaced so fast. Of course, it made sense, now that she was gone, but the Father had not even referred to her by name as if she had been forgotten already.

"I'm making a new woman for Adam," the Father beamed, "but I had this brilliant idea: if I include part of him in her, she's gonna be tied to him. Not like that wretched failure I created last time." The Father spat a little while speaking, “Wasn’t she just the worst? Never met anyone this ungrateful, it wasn’t even funny anymore.”

But Lucifer's documents called for him, and he also had to handle the bill from the hardware store. It had to be logged to reimburse him which would be tricky since he had not necessarily chosen the cheapest option. Accounting would not be happy with him.

Just as he had settled back in at his desk, annoyed that he had accidentally removed his pen without checking which line it was pointing at, the red light lit up again.

"I also need flowers," the Father said. "And can you accompany Raphaela back out? She's done tidying up."

Adam on the operating table was stirring lightly. It had to be unpleasant to wake up with a missing rib. Lucifer was glad that fully-fledged angels like himself were not subjected to such arbitrary treatment.

Learn

“Cruel? Me?” she scoffed and pointed at her own chest, her dove wings flapping. “Again, Luci, I run a free clinic. Arguably, I’m the most caring angel in this ungrateful country. I’ve thought about closing it plenty of times, after all, it is charity-run, and the Cherubim and Seraphim aren’t as generous as they used to be.”

Lucifer raised his hands. He wanted to interrupt her, but she kept ranting and gesticulating.

“I’m basically running this on our Father’s and my money alone. Ordinary citizens almost never donate anything at all. And I’m the cruel one for expecting others to put in any effort at all? I offer my hand and they take my arm. I really should close the clinic, I’ve been too soft. Sarathielle keeps saying they need a new head for the military hospital unit, maybe I should do that and let the ingrates look after themselves.”

“I wasn’t blaming you,” Lucifer blurted out, not loudly but abruptly enough to make Raphaela stop.

She deflated and pressed her lips together. Around her jaw, the muscles were tensing and relaxing. One wing was still twitching.

“I don’t think it’s your personal responsibility,” he continued. “But I also don’t want to throw these angels to the wolves.”

Raphaela’s expression seemed frozen as she stared out the window into the sunset, “It’s all of our responsibility. And it’s not like throwing anyone to the wolves, but rather like a hatchling leaving the nest. They have to learn to fly eventually and retake their place in society, lest we make our nation weak. And if they’re sick as you say, they probably already use my services, so what’s the impact on me and my clinic? People like you are enabling the ingrates. Why do you even care to begin with?”

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yume-09 · 3 months

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Han Jisung × Reader Phone Swap AU

Word count: 1,332

I was running as fast as I could – I was late for my class and I didn't want to be any later. I woke up late, took too long getting ready and traffic was terrible on top of it all. All this mixed with five shots of espresso wasn't doing my body much good.

I turned the corner and – oh god… I hit something. That's it, I'm gonna fail. There goes my phone, the screen is probably cracked, that's gonna cost a lot.

"Are you okay?" The wall that I ran into started talking to me, I'm going insane. He was quick to grab his phone off the ground, I suppose he dropped his too.

"I'm.. I'm fine." I mumbled as I reached down to pick up my phone. There was a little scratch on the screen that I noticed immediately.

I went to classes, I went to get coffee and to get dinner. I had gone the whole day without bothering to check my phone but when I did – it wasn't mine. That was definitely not mine, who's even is it?

His, it was his.

Who would ever have themselves on their lockscreen? Him, this random guy I accidentally swapped phones with. This random guy – who I now realize, as I go through his gallery, is undeniably attractive and I have his cell phone.

I felt guilty scrolling through picture after picture of him and his friends as if it wasn't his fault that the phones got mixed up in the first place. I saw selfies and portraits, thousands of screenshots he was ever so reluctant to delete, music sheets and silly photos from the grocery store. I could see into the kind of person he was.

Why had he not tried to contact me through this phone? He could easily input his number and call me, it wasn't hard. He couldn't have possibly gone that long without checking his phone at least once, well with the amount of friends he has. I might as well do that, I don't want to infringe on his privacy more than I already have.

He picked up the phone immediately.

"This isn't my phone," He spoke over the telephone lines.

"Well no kidding, Sherlock," I laughed.

He made an annoyed grumble, "Well do you want your phone back or not? Cause it seems like you really don't,"

"Only if I get to at least keep your number,"

"Alright, alright, you can keep it," I could hear his smile over the line. I wrote down the number on a small sticky note.

"We can make the exchange tomorrow, 9:00 at the coffee shop next to the school?" I suggested.

"Alright," He confirmed, "So I'll see you tomorrow," He quickly hung up.

There was a sort of anxiety to the situation. What if someone important tried to text or call me? What if he steals my phone? What if he starts sending crazy text messages? I could see that he wasn't that type of guy but questions like that don't just disappear.

I spent most the night looking at his phone and scrolling through his tiktok, his for you page was full of influencers and kpop stuff and of course the occasional vine or two. He didn't post but he had stuff saved, dances and make-up tutorials. I sort of began to wonder if he didn't have a girlfriend for a specific reason.

Just as we planned we met up at the coffee shop. When I walked through the door I spotted him immediately. He was in a black hoodie and black ripped jeans with some absolutely gigantic shoes – which I don’t blame him for wearing shoes like that, he’s not that tall.

“You have the goods?” He asked as I sat next to him at the coffee shop table. He flipped the hood of his hoodie over his head and pulled my phone out of his pocket, “I have yours if you have mine,”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I asked with a smirk, taking my phone back and giving him his.

“Done what? Talk to a pretty girl or make a suspicious deal?” He smiles, powering on his phone, probably to make sure that I didn’t do anything odd to his phone. I didn’t do anything odd but he might notice that I saved a few tiktoks and edited a couple pictures in his gallery. He went right to his contacts and smiled big when he noticed my number, and name, already there.

I powered on my phone and everything was intact just as it was when I left it and his name and number were in my contacts. His name was surrounded by soft blue hearts and he had it in a pretty font.

💙𝐻𝒶𝓃 𝒥𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔💙

Han Jisung – the man who accidentally stole my phone, and heart, was named Han Jisung. And of course, he had to put my name in his phone in the most extra way possible.

“Promise I didn't do anything weird – unless you consider taking pictures of my dog weird… Actually, can you send those to me?” He assured.

I scoffed lightly, digging through my gallery to find the photos he wanted. There were like ten just of his dog and a couple of him, he couldn't go one night without a selfie? I sent them all to him and then asked if he could send me the ones that I edited of him.

He erupted with laughter like some sort of giggle volcano as he went through his gallery. I had drawn mustaches and glasses on him and left significant text commentary on his photos.

“Minho is not my boyfriend,” He laughed, looking over my commentary and editing, “And Bbama looks amazing with a mustache,”

“You look good with one too – I think I put one on your boyfriend as well,” I chuckled, looking over as he went through the photos.

The best one that I edited was probably the one of him shirtless. I had taken it upon myself to draw a shirt for him since he hadn't even bothered to put one on for the picture. He got a good laugh out of that one, saying something about how it was such a tragedy to cover such nice muscles (I didn't agree.)

We quickly became good friends and we both opted to learn more about each other before pursuing something more than a friendship.

Until, well, tonight.

I opened my door for him as usual, leading him into my home and onto my couch. He let out a little huff as he sat down, sitting in the exact same way he always does and hogging half the couch.He grabbed the TV remote and started playing something, I wasn't sure what, I think he changed it every minute or two.

I was in the kitchen, preparing something for dinner. I set the table, grabbed us plates and called him into the dining room to eat. As as He entered the dining room he looked over at me and there was a certain sparkle in his eyes that I couldn't miss.

“Hey,” He spoke, “I love you,” It caught me off guard that he uses such strong words so quickly but I couldn’t deny that I felt the same.

“I love you too,” I muttered back quietly. He had a smile, ear to ear, that was absolutely smug and goofy – things like this is what made him so attractive. His eyes lit up and he looked so happy.

“So what does this make us?” He asks.

“More than friends, finally,” He let out a soft chuckle and walked up to the table.

“Finally,”

#skz jisung #stray kids #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz han #han jisung #kpop fanfic #skz writing #Phone Swap AU

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