#trying some new techniques.. 😊

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Simon Eriksson - Mr. "what are you talking about?" but there's no denying! 💜🥰

#young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #the way ayub knew instantly bff caling him out!! 💜🥰😂 #love this moment so much! #simon crushing!! 💜💜 #mitochondry you make a slight appearance 🌭🤣 #going back to s1 ❤️ #happy s3 release month announcement day! 😂🧡 #trying some new techniques.. 😊 #my gifs yr #youngroyalsedit #wille x simon

[the-littlest-lily]

30 Days of G/t Self Care

I'm not fully sure where this idea came from, but here we go! I do enjoy a fun little daily challenge, and like most things my mind went to “but how can I make it G/t?” And here we are! Just in time for the new year, a 30 day self care challenge but… sizey. I wanted to make an actual calendar thing, just in time for the new year (though it can be started at any time, it's not specific to January). Check the days off, spread them out over a longer time, pick out just the ones that speak to you, whatever you want to do 😊 Here's the guide to go with it.

Day 1. Set aside a few minutes to take some deep breaths and focus on the present moment. To help ground yourself, perhaps wrap yourself in a blanket and imagine you are in a large, lovingly grasping hand, or hold a small item and imagine it's a tiny friend.

Day 2. Revisit some nostalgic G/t media. What first got you into this? Let yourself reminisce and remember why you love this in the first place.

Day 3. Make G/t art. It can be anything! Drawing, writing, crochet, pottery, you name it. No need to hold yourself to a certain standard or show anyone else, just take some time to be creative. Even if you don't deem yourself an artist, give it a shot and see if you enjoy it!

Day 4. Relax with a word search puzzle. I made a G/t themed one for you right here!

Day 5. Try out this journal prompt. If you could be tiny/big at will, what types of things would you do to relax? How might you extrapolate from this and apply it to your real life?

Day 6. Stretch your body today. What imaginary setting could you give yourself to make it G/t? Are you surrounded by gigantic furniture in your mind’s eye? Perhaps the yoga video on your phone helps you pretend you have a tiny instructor?

Day 7. Listen to some G/t music. This could be anything, from sizey music videos to songs with sizey lyrics to the Arietty soundtrack.

Day 8. Practice gratitude by listing out all the little things you're thankful for. (See what I did there?) Add some big things to the list for good measure.

Day 9. Practice stepping out of your comfort zone a little bit by talking about G/t, out loud if you’re able. Whether it's discussing with a friend (you brave soul), recording yourself on your phone (you can immediately delete it), or just mumbling to yourself in the shower. Maybe you’ll realize you want to make a G/t podcast and we all win!

Day 10. Here's a little creative prompt. Arrange everyday items to make a G/t scene (use toys, miniatures, or even fashion a tiny person out of paperclips or paper). Take a picture, share it if you like!

Day 11. Create a cozier space today to enjoy your G/t content. Grab some blankets, make yourself a snack or some tea, light some candles, whatever sounds nice to you. Sometimes it's making a mundane moment special!

Day 12. Make yourself something healthy to eat. While you prepare it, imagine how different the task might be to carry out if you were very big or very small. Maybe even have some fun making your snack in miniature too.

Day 13. Try out some affirmations today and see if you can make them both sizey and relevant to your life. Ideas of mantras could be “I am allowed to take up space,” “I choose to appreciate the little things today,” “I will achieve great things through small steps.”

Day 14. Go out into nature for some fresh air. Lean in close and pay attention to the small details, perhaps imagining a shrunken version of yourself or a small friend exploring.

Day 15. Challenge yourself to learn a new skill today to bring your Gt ideas to life. Maybe it's learning how to code, or making your own VR avatar, or learning a new art tool or technique. It's finally time to watch that tutorial you've been saving! 

Day 16. Pull out your dream journal, or start up a new one! Maybe we’ll figure out the whole lucid dreaming thing and come close to experiencing Gt, wouldn't that be the dream~ If this doesn't resonate with you, maybe start a journal to jot down your Gt daydreams instead!

Day 17. Relax with a crossword puzzle. I made a G/t themed one for you right here!

Day 18. Try to cross a few to dos off your to do list someday. Make it more fun by adding in some joke tasks in there, like “leave out a snack for the fairies” or “prep for borrowing trip tonight” or “meet with giant friend for coffee.” Maybe even schedule some real life Gt tasks - such as “work on chapter 2 of (Gt story you're writing)” or “plan a VRC hangout”.

Day 19. It's time to dress the part! Is there any way you can dress up or accessorize yourself in a sizey way? Maybe you have an oversized hoodie, or a necklace of a tiny Eiffel tower, or an old shirt with Tinkerbell on it. Did you know you can actually buy Arietty’s giant hair clip thing? Or if this better scratches your creative itch, maybe your objective is to make tiny accessories for a toy or figurine.

Day 20. Take some time to rest. Just allow yourself to lay down in a quiet, cozy setting for at least a few minutes and have some dedicated G/t daydreaming. 

Day 21. Try out a new exercise routine and use your G/t imaginings to make it more fun. Watching a new workout video? You’re a giant visiting the gym and that's your human instructor on the screen. Spontaneous dance session in your room? You're a fairy frolicking in a field of enormous wildflowers. Going for a swim? You're actually crossing a vast ocean, or maybe a small glass of water.

Day 22. Check out a new G/t story. Not a big reader normally? Just give it a shot!

Day 23. Give yourself a pamper night, whatever that means for you - face masks, cucumber water, a warm drink, candles, the works. Pamper night (face masks and stuff)

Day 24. Make or buy something for your G/t interests (miniatures or toys, “max”iature like a giant flower pillow, fairy-themed stationary, make a giant paper mache strawberry, etc)

Day 25. Relax with a coloring page. You can use any of your favorite artist’s lineart (just make sure to get permission and/or proper attribution if you want to post it). Here's an example option from me.

Day 26. Make a list of all the things you love about G/t. It's always nice to remember the various ways this interest might benefit our lives.

Day 27. Motivate yourself to try out a new hobby by making it G/t. Take that pottery class you've been meaning to take and make a giant acorn-shaped mug. Get into cosplay so you can dress up as a borrower. Dabble with watercolors and you may end up becoming a G/t artist. Study a new language and enjoy new sizey media you couldn't understand before. Whatever speaks to you! 

Day 28. Do a favor for your future self and make a self care kit for when you're having a hard time. This could include a journal or affirmation cards, or perhaps some grounding items like fidget toys, stress balls and mints. Add a little something G/t in there too. Perhaps some kind of miniature with an interesting texture, or a fidget toy in the shape of a person, or a stuffed animal of a giant ladybug to hug. 

Day 29. An act of kindness can do wonders for our mental health. Send someone in the G/t community a kind comment today, whether it's a long-time friend, someone you just met in a Discord group, or a comment to your favorite G/t artist. 

Day 30. Reflect on all the activities you’ve tried during this self care challenge and journal about it. What have you learned about yourself? What might you incorporate more into your self care routines going forward? Pat yourself on the back for investing some time and attention into yourself - you deserve it!

#g/t #giant tiny #giant/tiny #gianttiny #sfwgt #gtselfcare #30 day challenge #30 days of gt

[stardewsnail]

Hi, there! Nice to see a new SV blog! 😊 If your requests are still open, could I get a little something with the singles realising they’re attracted to the farmer after having a ✨spicy✨ dream about them? If that’s too many characters, then just Emily, Elliott and Penny is fine. Please and thank you! 🖤

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

Shout out to you for being the first request on this blog!

I didn't get to all the singles but I got those three and a few others. I might come back to this later, it was fun to write. Hope you enjoy!!

MINORS DNI, CW: sexual activity

total word count: 1,705

Emily

The room was a haze of sweet smoke and candlelight. The farmer was waiting, draped in nothing but a silky robe Emily recognized as her own design. They reclined carelessly on one of the many cushions that made up the center of the room, crystals lining the edge to make a circle. She didn’t know if this was some sort of spell–ritual–whatever, but she knew the hunger wouldn’t be satisfied until she crossed the threshold. 

“Em,” the farmer grinned and her feet moved unbidden. It felt more than natural to sit, straddling their lap, hands dipping under the smooth fabric to run across broad, toned shoulders. The farmer’s hands were heavy on her hips, dipping to grip her ass and pull her closer. They kissed her exposed neck, nipping, sucking—she gasped, a moan escaping her as the farmer found the sensitive spot where her neck met her collar. 

“Do you want me?” the farmer asked, half lidded eyes meeting hers.

“Yes!” Her reply was breathless. 

“EMILY!” 

Emily jumped awake, nearly falling off the sofa she had been napping on. Haley was home, talking a mile a minute, likely not even noticing her sister had been asleep. Not that she required any input from Emily as she went on about how her pictures were going to turn out and the new lighting technique she had used. 

Her own thoughts were a mess–did she really want the farmer like that? The answer came too quick to the front of her mind, nearly as fast as she had answered in her dream. Yes.

—> Emily was never one to beat around the bush. After confiding in her crush to Haley the two quickly came up with a plan to get Emily and the farmer closer

Penny

She shuddered as the farmer nipped her inner thigh, kissing higher and higher. The calloused hands on her hips were firm, holding her in place as their warm breath tumbled over her cunt.

“You’re so pretty like this,” the farmer murmured, eyes flicking up to meet Penny’s. She tried to respond, but as soon as she opened her mouth the farmer pressed their tongue inside her, dragging it to flick over her clit. The only noise she could make was a breathy gasp that stuck in her throat, curling out her lips in a moan.

“Please,” Penny murmured, trying to grind her hips down—to do anything to increase the friction.

“What my Penny wants, my Penny gets,” they chuckled, voice husky with lust. They pressed themselves back between her thighs and she nearly screamed, pleasure coiling through every nerve, hardly aware of her hands tangling in the farmer’s hair, urging them on—

Her eyes snapped open as the trailer door was slammed shut. Her mother was back from her nightly pilgrimage. She feigned sleep, her heart pounding so hard she was worried her mother would hear it and somehow know…but the bathroom door shut next and she exhaled, pressing her palms over her eyes.

She was dreaming about the farmer—about them doing— She shoved the thoughts down as if that would be enough to curb the itch in her bones. She has been thinking about them so often, she wasn’t totally surprised to see them in her dreams but to have imagined that…

She’d decided it was just a friend-crush. The farmer was cool and smart and funny and sure, definitely not unattractive but Penny just wanted another friend, right?

She always told the children honesty was the best policy and here she was lying to herself even in the privacy of her own mind. She wanted to be much more than a friend. 

—> Penny can’t look the farmer in the eyes for days after, Maru notices it and does a little pushing before realizing Penny has a crush. Penny never says a word about the dream to anyone unless she is actually sleeping with the farmer. Then she might say something like “this is better than that dream I had” which inevitably leads to a round two

Elliot

Elliot closed his eyes as the farmer brought the brush through his hair once more. Their hands were gentle, carefully untangling his locks until they were satisfied. The brush was set aside, their fingers now rubbing into his scalp. 

“You spoil me,” he murmured, tilting his head back into their knees so he could see their glittering eyes. 

“And? Try and stop me.” Their smile was soft. Elliot took their hand in his own, pressing his lips upon their knuckles. 

“Never,” he swore, turning to kneel in front of them. His hands rested on their thick thighs, gripping bare, muscled flesh as he half rose to kiss them. He felt their smile against his lips and their hands once again found his hair, tangling through the strands and pulling just hard enough–he caught their lower lip between his teeth and the noise they made was better than any song. 

At once he was moving, climbing on top of them as they scrambled to make room–he needed them–needed to be inside of them, to be one with them–the locked their legs around his hips, hands already unbuttoning his shirt to stroke the lean muscle beneath. 

“Elliot,” they whined, hips jerking as they pressed against his hard cock, “Please…”

Thunder shook his little shack, and he woke with a start. He lay there for a moment, stunned and breathing hard, trying to organize his thoughts around what his imagination had conjured. 

Elliot scrambled in the top drawer of his nightstand, grabbing the notebook and flashlight he kept there for any midnight bursts of inspiration. He had a new muse—a new star in the sky, a constellation of beauty. It was only natural for a poet to be attracted to them.

→ despite his initial bravado about it, he can’t help but be nervous around the farmer from this point on. He mentions he’s been writing more poetry lately and when they ask to read it he scrambles to find an excuse as to why no, they absolutely cannot. Leah gives him shit for it. (Think Pride and Prejudice and the comment to Darcy about “fine, dark eyes”)

Sebastian

Sebastian arched against the restraints that held his arms above his head, trying to crane his neck off the mattress enough to see what the farmer was doing. 

“Seb,” they tsked, appearing into his field of vision, “I told you to hold still.” 

“Sorry-” his words turned to a gasp as they ran their nails from his collar bone to his ankle as they walked around the bed. 

“I brought some new toys.” They continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “I think this one will be useful now.” They revealed a length of silk, letting it dangle over him just barely brushing the skin sending shivers across his body. 

“I don’t think you need to see. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling, okay, darling?” He nodded, not trusting his voice to be steady. They pulled themselves onto the bed, coming to straddle his hips, pressing his cock down flat against their lingerie. He whimpered, cheeks heating at the sound. They smirked, placing the cool blindfold over his face. 

Their kisses on his neck were lightning strikes, hot and almost painful. He was panting, squirming under their touch—

The clap of thunder woke him with a start. His heart raced as the dream came flooding back to him. 

Shit. 

Sure, the farmer was cute but—well shit. He thought the farmer was more than just cute. He couldn’t shake the image of them standing over him…he bit back a moan as his hand closed on his cock. That was a later problem. He had more pressing matters at hand. 

Shane

Shane hadn’t felt like this in years–the farmer had eyed him across the saloon and with a single look they had him following them out the door. And now here he was, his back pressed against their wall, feeling them smile into his neck as they peppered kisses down his throat. The farmer dropped to their knees, fumbling for a moment with the button of his shorts. 

“Fuck,” Shane hissed as they succeeded, his cock now exposed to the night air. They smirked up at him for the briefest moment before–

“Fuck–fuck that’s so good,” he whimpered, pressing a hand to his mouth as they swallowed him, bobbing down his full length–

The scream of a rooster had his eyes snapped open. Awake, sweaty, and beyond horny. This wasn’t good–he was the town drunk, the loser, the peaked-in-highschool gridball drop out…but he couldn’t shake the image of them looking up at him, mouth full…getting off to the thought of them was enough of an indulgence. 

→ Shane proceeds like normal, fully confident nothing will ever come from his desires

Abigail

Together they ran through the mines, swords in hand, working as a single well oiled machine slicing through slime after slime. The farmer’s arms were bare as they swung the pick ax once again, splitting a boulder in a single stroke. 

“Watch out!” Abigail yelled, lunging forward to destroy the mummy the farmer hadn’t noticed. 

“What would I ever do without you?” the farmer’s words were lilting, not teasing, but there was something in their eyes that set her face aflame. 

“I don’t know,” Abigail replied cooly, sheathing her weapon and closing the space between them. She grabbed them by the hips, pulling them tight against her body and into a passionate kiss. The farmer’s back hit the wall and they moaned as Abigail palmed their chest, able to feel their hard nipples through the thin shirt they’d worn. She hooked them by the knee, pulling their leg over her hip and pressing closer–

A sped up remix of some old pop song blasted through the house, making her jump as she woke. Aerobics. Fucking aerobics. She groaned, flopping back down in bed trying to hold the image of the farmer beneath her as long as she could. This was going to make for a very awkward Flower Festival tomorrow…but maybe the farmer would ask her to dance?

→ Abigail ends up lowkey stalking the farmer trying to learn more about them and get their attention

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv penny #sdv emily #sdv abigail #sdv elliot #sebastian x farmer #penny x farmer #abigail x farmer #sdv x farmer #shane x farmer #elliot x farmer #emily x farmer #snailwrites

[eechytooru]

Hello! Hope I’m not bothering you with my silly question… 👉👈

Are/were you an art student, or are you entirely self-taught? Your art is absolutely scrumptious and I was curious how you’ve managed to hone your skills. 😊

Oh, thank you so much for your question!

I'm a self-taught! I never used to go in art school. Maybe it a little shame, because sometimes I don't know how some of the stuff works like anatomy or color theory...But you know, it's still possible to learn something from YouTube videos and artists! Don't forget to try something new in your techniques of art, it really helps as well

I am an art student now, soooo I hope progress is not waiting, hehehdjkfj

[zjpg]

you and your brain

summary in which you're a study vlogger and he's your biggest supporter.

pairing lando norris x fem! psych student! reader

genre fluff, smau

warning hate comments for like 1 second. might be cringe i hope not tho lol

a/n in honor of me starting my psych journey next week🫡 ps. not the biggest fan of the tweets but yanno.

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yourusername exams stacking up before winter break. STUDY TIP: study with someone that cares about you! even if they aren't even in school (cough lando couch). they'll make sure you take your breaks and hydrate :) happy studying

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landonorris always making sure you're not killing yourself over a textbook 😁 -> yourusername thanks love

landonorris i love you and your brain -> liked by yourusername -> user1 i need a lando in my life -> carloszains55 me too.

user2 idk how this girl travels to like half the races and still finds time for schooling🥲 -> yourusername my classes are online and don't require me showing up to in-person class. plus most races i go to are during my summer breaks 😊

user3 lando = wag materiel -> landonorris thank you.

user4 i could never study psych 😭

user5 oscar and y/n are so cute :(

oscarpiastri when is your holiday? -> yourusername like a week -> landonorris 1 week, 3 days, 4 hours, and 23 seconds as of typing. -> oscarpiastri but who's really counting right?

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landonorris shopping and studying season!

oscarpiastri that all you've been doing during holiday mate? -> landonorris just until her exams are over :)

user1 so she's making him spend his holiday watching her... study. -> user2 she's not making him do anything. and if she supports him weekend after weekend why can't he? -> user1 he's worked hard all season and he can't even relax because his gf is dragging him down. -> user3 bro what💀 she's literally a psychology student, she's been working hard too. and she isn't dragging him down, she's literally just studying and he's supporting her.

yourusername thank you for being my support system🥹 -> landonorris of course baby🧡

user4 i do not regret dropping out...

user5 these two are so cute

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yourusername exam season is OVER. new vlog will be out tonight, i hope you all did amazing on your exams and if you haven't had them yet i hope the vlog helps you with your study dumps. YOU GOT THIS!!!

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user1 i got a C on my big exam 😔 -> yourusername that's okay love! remember tests do not define you! try some new studying techniques next time around, until then try your best to relax -> user2 lando i'm stealing her from you. -> landonorris no.

user2 the flowers🥹 -> yourusername he's the sweetest

landonorris i'm proud of you and your brain -> yourusername 🥹

landonorris my favorite (future) psychologist🧡

oscarpiastri congrats brainiac! -> yourusername thanks you osc!

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lando.jpg i love you

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yourusername and my brain??? -> lando.jpg always.

yourusername i love you i love you i love you -> lando.jpg 🧡

user1 lando jpg making a return just for yn🥹

user2 stop they are THE couple.

oscarpiastri how adorable -> liked by lando.jpg and yourusername

user3 PARENTS ARE PARENTING

carlossainz55 my favorites! -> yourusername gracias 😏 -> carlossainz learning faster than lando! -> lando.jpg HEY!!

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yn.jpg i love you (and your brain) more.

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user1 SHE OPENED A JPG ACCOUNT

user2 SHUT UPPPP RIGHT NOWWW

danielricciardo learning from the best eh? ;) -> yn.jpg meh 😊

landonorris my big brained baby🧡 -> yn.jpg my... baby!😁🧡 -> landonorris ynnn...

mclaren oooh, do we have to hire a new photographer 👀 -> yn.jpg i already have too many things going on bro😭

oscarpiastri can you take cool pics of me next?? -> yn.jpg sure!! -> landonorris no.

taglist: @enhacolor @bibissparkles @blueanfield @peachiicherries

#formula 1 #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris mclaren #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x oc

[ts4ritsa]

just followed u cause i love ur writing and u actually write for su 🤭

can u write sum about steven and his s/o with curly hair taking care of their hair tg? fem plsss and pure fluff

pls ignore if u don’t wanna do this❤️

✧ steven universe headcanons :

with a s/o who has curly hair (fem reader but is pretty gn)

- As someone with curly hair, you've always known it can be — a bit tough to manage sometimes.

- But thankfully, Steven is always there to help you out. He really likes to help you take care of your curly hair, and he loves playing with it too; he sees it as a pleasing opportunity to spend time with you after long days of gem duties

- Whenever you may be feeling frustrated with your hair, Steven will sit you down and start combing through it gently. It puts you at ease, how fingers are so skilled, and he knows just how to detangle your curls without causing any pain or discomfort

- As he works, he'll chat with you about all sorts of things, listening to you, making you feel relaxed and happy

- He really enjoys playing with your hair, if you’ll let him. He'll twist it into all sorts of shapes and styles, trying out new things and experimenting with different looks. Sometimes they look really silly, and you’ll both laugh and it’ll make for some nice memories

“ WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR” you shriek - “ stopp,” he says while snickering, “ I tried my best, don’t you like itttt?” - “ steven I look like a chihuahua” you say while rolling your eyes yet giggling

- Sometimes he'll even braid it or add little clips or ribbons to it, just for fun. It's like having your own personal hairstylist, and you love it

- Thanks to Steven's help, you've learned quite a bit about how to take care of your curly hair. He's taught you all sorts of tricks and techniques — like using a special type of shampoo and conditioner, or using a diffuser when you blow dry!

- You feel so much more confident now, and you know that you could always count on Steven to help you out whenever you need it

a/n: thank u sm for the kind words anon 😊🫶 rn steven universe is probably once again one of my main interests so keep those requests coming guys!!!

#steven universe #steven universe x reader #fem reader #gn reader #fluff #relationship headcanons #headcanons #curly hair

[lilac-hecox]

Green number 2 looks interesting if you want to do something with that 😊 (it's littlebitofglue here)

(Ty bb! <3)

2. "You're safe here, I promise." - Ianthony

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TW: Panic attack

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It has been months since Anthony has had a panic attack, right around the time he reconnected with Ian his anxiety, while ever present, seemed to take a back burner to the increase in work and just how much happier Anthony felt being back around his best friend.

Today he is in the Smosh office sitting quietly on the couch in Ian's office. He has yet to make his own office in the building and really, he isn't worried about it. Something feels better about being with Ian in his office, sharing a space.

In an hour he and Ian are going to film an episode of their joint podcast, going over an old Smosh episode and telling stories about that time in their lives and what it was like filming it. Currently, Ian is wrapping up an episode due for Smosh Games, some complicated board game that Anthony can't really follow along with. While he waits for his best friend, he scrolls on his phone.

Ever curious, Anthony can't help but lurk in the discord channel they had created for their channel members. Typically the chat is fine, humorous, complimentary, but today when Anthony joins in he sees a wealth of messages springing up on the general chat channel. As he clicks on it Anthony is overloaded with a spam of hate messages popping up before his eyes. The messages range from the typical 'Smosh sucks now' to ones targeted directly at he and Ian. 'Anthony is so pretentious'. 'Yeah, I miss the old Anthony'. In-between the hate messages are their fans telling off the subsection of rogue commenters and people alerting the mods about what is happening. A new message pops up 'I hope the boys don't see these :( '

But Anthony has and he sees several more, calling he and Ian every name in the book, slamming them for their sketches, calling them bad, saying their lost their magic. Hateful comments are nothing new and Anthony has learned to ignore them, but for some reason today each one feels like a punch to the gut, a twist to the heart, maybe because it meant someone was willing to pay actual money to complain about how much they hated him.

Either way Anthony's chest starts to feel tight. He sets his phone down and realizes his fingers feel a little numb.

"Shit," he murmurs, but his voice sounds far away to his own ears.

Anthony tries to stand from the couch. He's not sure where he would go, maybe to the bathroom to splash water on his face, but as soon as he stands his knees buckle, his legs trembling and he folds to the ground on the floor of Ian's office.

Then he can't quite breathe and he's got one hand bracing himself on the floor, fingers wide against the concrete while the other finds his heart, covering it over his sweater and feeling the intense racing.

Anthony tries to remember his breathing techniques, the things he always uses to calm himself down, but his mind is going too fast, too panicked to recall anything. He hates being alone during a panic attack. Nothing scares him more than that and the fear only amplifies all his other feelings of panic.

Then, distantly he hears the creek of the door and footsteps.

"Hey, sorry that- Anthony?"

Then, Anthony sees Ian's water bottle hit the ground.

Then Anthony sees Ian kneeling in front of him, he feels cold hands cupping his face, lifting his head from where it was staring at the ground.

"Anthony," Ian says, his clear blue eyes wide and somewhat afraid, his jaw tight with nerves of his own, "hey, can you look at me and try to breathe?"

Anthony gasps, feeling so dizzy, the hand over his heart seeking out Ian's shoulder, his fingers gripping tight in Ian's t-shirt.

"It's okay," Ian says, his voice calm, though to Anthony he still sounds so far away, like he's underwater. "Take a breath with me."

Ian takes a deep breath and Anthony does his best to mimic it. Before, when they were roommates, what feels like so many years ago, there were a couple of times where Anthony had panic attacks at the house and Ian had been there to guide him through it, pull him out of it. Now, he was falling into the role like old practice, like he never stopped.

"You're in my office," Ian says slowly, one hand leaving Anthony's face and skating down his back, rubbing a soft circle, "You're with me."

Anthony can feel his breathing beginning to fall back under his control, his head so heavy, so dizzy.

Ian shifts closer, wrapping his arms around Anthony in a tight hug. It feels warm, it feels like he's holding all of Anthony's pieces together even as Anthony trembles harder than he ever has in his life.

"You're safe here, I promise," Ian says, his chin over Anthony's shoulder and his hand patting Anthony's back.

To anyone else it might look ridiculous, the two of them on Ian's office floor, Ian's smaller body cradling Anthony's larger frame, but to Anthony it is everything. Ian, in many ways, has always been a touchstone, a point of reference, some base in which Anthony can explore away from and yet always find his way back home.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, Anthony can feel his senses returning. In Ian's sturdy arms, he can feel his body going lax.

Ian must feel it too because he rubs the back of Anthony's head, fingers skating over the shaved down sides of Anthony's scalp.

"You're good man, I got you," Ian breathes.

When Anthony has calmed enough and he is kneeling limply in Ian's arms, he starts to feel ridiculous, feels like a dumb kid who got freaked out over a stupid internet troll. He's been in therapy long enough to know you can't really predict what might set you off, and maybe those comments were prodding at some deep pockets of his psyche that housed fears that Anthony didn't want to face.

He pulls back a little, exhales a shaky breath. Ian's hands slide to his sides and hold him firmly as if he's keeping him upright, and in many ways, he is. Now, Ian's eyes are a gentler shade of blue, like the sea after a storm.

"You okay?" Ian asks, his voice a soft whisper, a gentleness and vulnerability that had never been there before.

Anthony nods, "I-I'm okay." his voice is hoarse to his own ears.

Ian doesn't ask what set Anthony off and it isn't like before, it isn't because he doesn't want to know, it's more like he's giving Anthony the space to present it to him if he wants to, an offer more than a request.

Ian pats Anthony's cheek one more time, fondly, before he pulls back and he's sitting on his office floor across from Anthony. He takes his own deep breath and rubs his eye under the frames of his glasses.

"Been a long time since I've done that."

"And you're still good at it," Anthony says, trying out a smile that only feels a little off for the moment.

Ian gives him one back, something small, something like a secret. He stands and he offers his hand out for Anthony to take.

Anthony does, their fingers holding each other tightly as Ian helps get Anthony to his feet.

#ianthony #☀️🔍 #prompts #smosh fics #hurt/comfort #panic attacks #tw: panic attack #my fanfiction #my fics

[willowfolksong]

Hi! It's my first request 😊 I've read you requests guidelines and I'm pretty impressed how you care for every detail. So You have probably seen some arts where the Haitani brothers are small kids and they had a strong and sad childhood (like they were beaten by their father and ran was the one to protect rindo). So sometimes i think what if the girl reader was the one to help, live the next door and care, look after them & let's them live w her if the parent was drunk or mad. Thank You !

found you again, big sister

- Ran Haitani x Reader (Only at the end)

- SFW

a/n: hii anon!!! It's been such a long time that I don't know if you remember this request 😭 i had three on my inbox that were about the same, so I'm assuming they are all from you, because it would be too much of a coincidence for three people to request the same!!! I'm so sorry about the late response, and I hope you like it!!! also, thank you so much for your words 🥺♥️

Love,

Willow ☀️

(Requests are currently closed, but I'll let you know as soon as they open) ☀️

The smell of freshly made apple pie makes Ran perk up, and so he slowly pulls away from a sleeping Rin to open the balcony's door and peek at your apartment.

"Hey, big sister!" he singsongs, putting both of his elbows on the balcony and placing his head on his hands "What's that smell, hum?"

When a couple of minutes pass and he still gets no answer, he decides to climb onto the railing and jump from one balcony to another, destroying other one of your plants in the process.

"Well…that's the second one this week" he sighs, not regretful at all.

The apartment is seemingly empty when he steps a foot inside, only filled with the sweet smelled of the pie resting all lonely on your kitchen counter. So Ran smiles, and moves confidently towards his price, completely unaware of your presence.

"What do you think you're doing, you thief?" you scream, coming out of the bedroom,and making him recoil.

"Nothing" Ran answers you, blinking inocently.

"It sure didn't seem like nothing to me, you know"

At that he smiles, hiding his arms behind his back "Welcome home, big sister. How was work?"

You snort, taking the pie away from his prying hands. It's cold enough to store on the fridge now, and so you do, taking out a bottle of soda at the same time, and throwing it at Ran after. He catches it mid air and spins it around in one hand.

"Horrible. People are the worst" you tell him, closing the fridge with the heel of your boot "And don't call me big sister"

"Is this for me?" he asks, looking at the soda in his hand "And what about Rin?"

"How did you got in here anyway? You need to stop coming thru the balcony!" you whine, but still look for another soda to hand it to him.

The Haitani brothers have become — much to your chagrin and thanks to their insistence and climbing techniques — an esencial part of your day. You wake up to them, cross paths with them when you're leaving for work and also when you come back, and of course they're around while you're trying to study.

And you would call them out for it and lock every door, but you know you're the only constant in their lives. They need you, and you understand how it's like to be a kid and wanting someone, anyone to take care of you.

"So...you won't let me have a small little piece of that pie then, huh?" Ran asks you, snapping you out of your own thoughts, and making you look away from the picture of your parents on the fridge's door. The last one you have from them.

"Not yet, Ran"

He hums, juggling the bottles from one hand to the other "But you did made it for us, right big sister?"

"Don't flatter yourself, kid" you laugh, shaking your head and heading towards your small living room to watch some TV.

It's almost like a ritual by now. You would turn on the TV and Ran would fight you for the remote, before you would reach some sort of compromise by deciding to watch the news, and make fun of the reporters together. Then you would make something for both brothers, and Rindou would complain but still eat all and then ask for a bit more, before you helped them take a bath and then send them to sleep.

"I'm not a kid" Ran says, and you look up from your usual spot on the couch to find him still rooted on place, watching you with a strange mix of anger and defiance "I'm not a kid anymore"

You arche an eyebrow at him, confused "You're literally 11. At your age, I didn't knew how to tie my shoes yet"

"We're not the same, big sister" Ran insists, tilting his head to the side, and holding the two bottles a bit too tightly "You should probably remember that"

What you do remember, it's the night you met both brothers. As clear as day, you can still see them sitting on the stairs, waiting for their father to pass out drunk on the couch to go into the house again. You were coming back from school, still thinking that your second year of high school would be the worst, and had looked at the two boys with poorly concealed curiosity. Apparently, the drunk guy from the apartment in front of you, who sometimes started yelling and screaming profanities in the middle of the night, had two kids.

That day, your life had started to seem less hard.

"Alright, alright" you surrender, lifting both of your hands in the air "I'll remember it"

That makes Ran finally smile, and it doesn't takes too much for him to join you on the couch, and start trying to steal the remote. You watch the news and he ends up drinking both sodas, under the promise that you'll still get another one for Rindou, who actually appears an hour later, rubbing his eyes and looking all disheveled.

"That's what sleeping on the couch does to you" you tell him, smacking him softly on his blond head.

"Dad's on our bed again" Rindou says, scratching his left cheek, and even tho he doesn't seems that upset about it, you still frown and glance at Ran. He's frowning too.

"Still?" he asks. Rindou only nods, yawning.

"Hey" you clap, gaining their attention "Let's eat some pie"

And you do, having only two slices for you and leaving the rest for the boys, who end up making a mess of crumbs and whipped cream that you'll have to clean later.

"It's time for a bath now" you announce, and start dragging Rindou by the collar of his shirt in the direction of the bathroom "I bet you guys are still all dirty from school"

"Fine, I'm coming!" the younger Haitani yells, finally managing to break free from your grasp and running ahead of you "Let's use hot water this time tho!"

"Not a chance mister! I won't let you burn us to death!" you scream back, turning around when you notice that Ran is still on the couch, a somehow distant look on his face. "Not coming? I can see the dirt in your hair, you know"

He shrugs, still not moving "I'll take a shower later or something"

"You sure?" it's not a strange thing, for Ran to decide not to join the two of you in the bath. He's older than Rindou, if only by a year, and perhaps more aware of the fact that the three of you are not related, and are sharing a close space without any clothes on.

He probably doesn't finds spraying with scalding water and pulling your legs on the tub as funny as Rindou does.

"Pretty sure"

"Fine" you shrug, but point an accusing finger at him "But you'll take a shower right after us. And if my phone rings, do NOT pick up, you hear me?" you warn him, knowing full well that Ran likes to bother your boyfriend for some reason.

He doesn't says anything else, and you manage to avoid having your back burned by Rindou in the bathroom. After that, you make some sandwiches for the three of you, and try to ignore the fact that you still need to study for the text you have the next morning.

You'll probably have to do it on the bus to school.

"I love your hair" you say to Rindou, looking away from the clock on your kitchen and back to the brush in your hand. He's busy watching some dumb animated show that you really don't find funny at all, and so he hasn't put up any resistance to you brushing his hair "I wish I had it as pretty"

"Yeah, your hair sucks, big sister" Rindou says, nodding absentmindedly.

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out to him, before finishing with his ends and leaving the brush on the coffee table.

"Hey" you say, coming to stand near your door "Do you think your dad already left for work?"

Rindou shrugs "Beats me"

"He usually goes to work around this time, right?" you ask again, but Rindou rolls his eyes and instead moves closer to the edge of his seat.

"I'm trying to watch this" it's all he says, the cartoon on the screen having all his attention.

You sigh, and open your door to tiptoe into the hallway, half expecting to be caught by the father of the boys. But you still wait, shushing yourself when your shoes squick against the marble floors, and after a couple of seconds with your ear to the door, trying to see if you can hear anything at all, you finally give up and slowly turn the handle of the apartment. Is open, as always, since no one on the house seems to really care about robbers, or people like you coming unannounced, and you walk into a dark and empty living room. At that, you smile, and make your way to the boys room to find that, thankfully, it's also empty, just as the rest of the house.

"He must have gone to work then" you whisper to yourself, turning on the lights to find the mess of empty beer bottles and used cigarettes that you always expect, but always manages to surprise you. "Let's do something with this place then..."

By now, you know where everything is: the trash can under the kitchen sink, and the mop and broom on the closet in a corner. So you clean as much as you can and put all the clothes that you find in your path away on the laundry basket, full to the brim in the bathroom, plus all the bottles in a plastic bag, because it would be imposible to fit them all on the trash can. It takes you around twenty minutes to at least make the apartment look half decent, and you huff and clean the sweat from your forehead, before turning around to find Ran leaning against the entrance door frame.

He's tall for an 11 years old kid, and sometimes you see flashes of emotions in his eyes, that you know a little kid shouldn't feel just yet. And so your heart hurts for him, because as much as you see yourself in them both —no father figure, mom long gone, a harder life than the rest —, you also have a weird, dark feeling about the future of the boys, and how much different it will be from yours.

"You shouldn't do all this" he says, after a long silence "None of this"

You tug a piece of hair behind your ear, looking around you "It's nothing"

"It's everything" Ran tells you, without missing a beat. "And it's wrong"

"You guys should have a clean place to be around" you tell him, trying to sound as light and carefree as you can. You don't like the way he's looking at you, or how he looks around him, with nothing but hate to an apartment that must feel more like a prison to him than a home "And to sleep in" you finish, doing your best to smile.

"That means we're not sleeping here with you then?" Rindou yells from across the hallway, his words somehow easing the crease between Ran's eyebrows, as you feel the tension going away.

"Fine, fine! But you guys should not get used to it, because you both snore!" laughing, your turn off the lights again and close the door, taping Ran on the shoulder as you pass by him.

He hums, following you into your apartment "We can't make no promises, really"

"I'm gonna need to sleep by myself some nights, you know?"

Rindou snorts, and starts pulling you towards the bedroom "You mean with that dumbhead of your boyfriend, right? Maybe Ran and I should beat him!"

"Yeah, good idea" Ran pipes up, and a genuine smile finds its way to your face this time, at the sound of Ran carefree voice.

Rindou falls asleep first, as always, with his head on your shoulder and his mouth slightly open. On your other side, Ran waits until you're about to close your eyes for good to pinch you in the arm.

Hissing, you turn your head to him and crack one eye open "What?"

He comes closer to you, touching your feet under the covers "One day, I'm gonna pay you for all you did for us, big sister"

"Shut up and don't say stupid stuff" you yawn, closing your eye again "And don't call me big sister"

"I'll treat you right, I promise" he whispers "And you won't need that stupid boyfriend anymore"

You fall asleep before you can say anything to that.

It's 10 p.m and you really, really want to go to sleep. Working as a bartender in your mid thirties was never not on your plans, but things got hard, and without any family to support you, you need to work to earn a life. At least you have a stable income, and your boss isn't as bad as you've heard other owners of popular bars are. That doesn't takes away the fact that your legs are killing you, and that some customers are the worst. Especially the drunk ones that come to drown their sorrows in whisky, and end up trying to pick a fight with anyone.

And on closing hour, it's almost always with you.

So you don't see the stunning car that pulls by the entrance, or the man in the Yves Saint Laurent black suit that comes into the bar, looking around until he spots you. You're too busy trying to get the drunk man to let go of your wrist.

"Please, sir" you plead, and pull harder "Please let me go"

The man goes to yell something at you, but suddenly stops short and looks down, just at the same time that you notice the presence of the man in the elegant suit.

"I would listen to her if I were you" the stranger says, and smiles "Don't you think, old man?"

The drunk guy stumbles back, trying to get as far away as possible from the gun that the other men is showing him under the bar. Then gulps, and runs out of the place without uttering another word.

"Thank you" you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest "But ahm... We're closing now, sir"

"Sir?" the men laughs, pulling down his glasses. You squint your eyes at him and, after a few seconds, gasp in surprise "That's a new one"

"Ran?" you ask, unsure.

Ran Haitani chuckles, and leans on the bar "It's good to see you, big sister" he says, and winks at you "Finally found you again"

#ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x you #ran haitani #rindo haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #bonten ran #tokyo rev ran #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers reader insert

[frodo-with-glasses]

Late to the party for Artist Commentary Ask Game, but could you one for "Bearing the Ring Bear" (the one where Faramir is carrying Frodo) with 3, 10, and 18? <3

Hi Windmill!! 😊 Great choice!

(See the original post here!)

3. What does [character’s] facial expression mean/what’s going through their head?

Frodo’s just fainted, so let’s talk about the other two. Faramir’s expression was meant to convey a sort of gentle pity and respect; he’s just now realizing what an enormous burden this little Halfling carries, and it earns his admiration and sympathy and moves him to help. Sam, meanwhile, is only concerned for his master, and trots along ready to help at a moment’s notice. For both of them, their concern is for Frodo.

10. What new technique were you trying in this drawing?

Feets ;u; As I said in the tags, I had to draw Frodo’s bare feet from an angle I’m not used to, and I’m really happy with how they turned out. His sweet little toes, gah.

18. What was your favorite response to this post?

Well, your tags are wonderful, of course X-D Everyone had some really sweet responses to this post, but I think among my favorites are @calliopechild’s tag “oh this one got me RIGHT in the honey nut feelios”, and this gem from @weezlbot:

ARTIST COMMENTARY ASK GAME!

#‘hashtag feeties’ has to be the cutest tag i’ve ever received on my art #ask game #artist commentary ask game #faramir #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #my art

[sapscozycorner]

Hi my name is Gemini ♊ and this is GemEats. Today we are going to be making Garlic Butter Lamb chops with Asparagus and Mashed potatoes... First things first you need your ingredients...

Ingredient list 📃

Lamp Chops 🥩(of course) - You can substitute the lamb with whatever meat you like ie pork chops, or sirloin. You could also make this vegetarian by replacing the meat entirely with a veggie substitute like impossible meat or even grilled eggplant. It's so many ways you can make this dish. Just remember whatever you choose, make sure you season, season, season.

Asparagus 🥬

Russet Potatoes 🥔

Butter 🧈

And Milk 🐮

2. Prep

Now it's prep time 🔪 ... Swing that butcher's knife... show that cutting board who's boss💪🏾

3. Cook it up

Now that you have everything prepared the food should magically pop into a pan... Remember y'all don't be afraid to Flip, stir and toss that food into the air

Lets get a close up of that flipping technique

Imma just add some of my secret sauce to the lamb

Let's see the finished product👩🏾‍🍳

Mmm looks delicious... Lets see what Evan thinks

He loves it😊

Hope everybody enjoyed my first Simtube video.. More to come (since I got fired🪓 ).. Big shout out to @insimniacreations for making this custom recipe (go check out their tumblr). Like, Subscribe, and Share and let me know what y'all want me to make next... Bye

Gemini got fired from her job so she's trying something new... She's trying her hand at making cooking videos on Simtube ( Really I just didn't know what else to do with her. I figured she likes cooking so why not try it out )

Thank you @insimniacreations your custom foods are the best💖

#my gameplay #my sims #Gemini #She got fired yall #lmao it was funny though #insimniacreations #custom recipes

[iamheadcanontrash-deactivated]

Hey I saw your matchups and I wanted to give it a try. Interested in getting a male from ACOTAR.

I'm 17, 5'7, brown hair and brown eyes. I'm (ISTJ) introvert, pretty observant and reserved especially around new people. Pretty selective of my surroundings. I come off as mean and upfront. Also sarcastic.

I'm very organized and self-conscious. Chasing my goals,' I am success-driven and a perfectionist. Also I'm very self confident.

However I'm very impatient and I lose my temper fast. (impulsive and aggressive)

I'm insensitive. I often hurt more sensitive types' feelings. It's hard for me to open up, tend to bottle up my emotions and ignore them. Major trust and commitment issues. Find it hard to maintain relationships. On top of that I'm the very tubborn and proud. I would rather lose the person rather than hurt my ego. Pro at ghosting.

Nevertheless I'm loyal, protective and caring. But expressing emotional affection isn't one of my strong skills. My love language is definitely physical touch and quality time. (cannot say ily)

My hobbies are reading, watching movies and listening to music. Im also the sporty type. I love nature. Prefer mountains though.

Thank you 😊

Hi, anon!

Wow, I could kind of relate to a lot of this! 😅

I have two potential matches for you:

CASSIAN

He definitely would have the patience for your impatience, and although he comes off as rough-and-tough, he can be a very loving, respectable male. 

While he may be tough, and a literal GENERAL, maybe don’t purposely hurt his feelings just because that can be upsetting for anybody and he’s had a kinda rough past. 

He’d take you on a hike through the mountains until you crack and you are able to let out all of those emotions. Would sympathize with you, would be willing to fight for you, would be willing to prove that you are worthy of love. 

He would admire your loyalty and protectiveness

He loves, loves, LOVES that quality time. (Couple hours in the training ring, anon?) 

BUT I could also see this personality going along with…

ERIS

(Pls keep in mind I hc that he’s not actually evil; he puts up a front, just like Rhysand did in the beginning of the book. He’s got an abusive father, and he’s shown to be protective of his mother. I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.)

He would really vibe with the sarcasm. He likes a little bit of a challenge, FOR SURE. 

If you come off as mean and upfront, you would probably definitely be able to stand your ground against his brothers when they try to mess with you. He appreciates that, he needs someone that can fight for herself if needed.

This male has FIRE IN HIS BLOOD. He can relate to you being impatient and losing your temper, and he could probably show you some techniques he’s learned through his years to help you calm down, but if shit ever were to hit the fan, he would tell you to use that temper to your advantage. (Ex., another war, his brothers pick a fight with you, monster in the woods…)

If you were this man’s mate, YOU WOULD NOT SHAKE HIM. He wouldn’t be scared of you if you were to try and push him away. Sure, he’d probably give you space. But once he’s thought you’ve cooled down, he’d gently go back into the fire to try and make things work. He’d show he’s worthy of your trust. 

He’d probably love the physical touch. Let’s be honest, the man’s probably touch starved. Run your hands through his hair ONCE and he’s melted. 

WOAH I had a lot to say ab Eris 😂

I hope you liked it, anon! Thanks for your request!

#acotar matchup #acotar x reader #acotar #eris x reader #cassian x reader #cassian #eris vanserra

[toontails]

Reader gets hated a lot? Wow I didn't know that. Awww....but I actually really like Reader a lot. They're just so cutely clumsy and get themselves in all sorts of wacky and silly situations. I also like how low-key sarcastic their sense of humor can be. It's no wonder they get along with Mr.Donald very well. But I also admire their willingness to try new things and experience new stuff everyday. All they really need is just a push in the right direction and they'll succeed. Which has happened numerous times already. And they have their amazing family and friends to support them along the way. Honestly, Reader sorta reminds me a bit of myself. I think we can all learn and grow right along with them. Reader is US....and we're all just on this amazing, beautiful, uplifting, exciting adventure together. We'll fail, make mistakes, achieve new things, loose some, experience new things, meet and make new friends along the way, learn new skills and techniques, gain a lot of knowledge, break down barriers, overcome challenges, etc. On this crazy, funny, overwhelming, but exciting journey called life. It's not about the destination but about the journey after all. I'm really happy and grateful we have a Reader like this. They're such a huge ass mood and they're very well written honestly. Major props to you AA. 😊👍💞

Very well said anon, reader is very much a growing character and they’re learning the more as they go, even if they make a few..crazy ass mistakes 😭 but you’re totally right.

#toon quest #anon ask

[saturns7ringsinspace]

OC Character Post #1 

Ash Rivera 

General

Ash Rivera - Fraxinus  (her native name)

Age: well 😗… just a couple thousand years old

Race/Species: Aeon/Alien (working on a world building post about this soon)

Birthday: none established yet probably won’t be established for some time. (Or until I finish world building her planet)

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Asexual, Biromantic

Job: Lead Doctor in the JRs medical division 

She’s a magic user/ her magic is pink 💗

Appearance 

Face shape: round

Eye color: dark purpleish 

Skin tone: fair caramelish tone

Hairstyle: (my fav thing about her) two fairly thick braids in front with the back usually down but sometimes in a bun or ponytail, wispy/blunt bangs

Hair color: Light-Ash blonde (get it?!) 

Body type: curvy, what’s considered round/apple

Height: 5’8

Weight: 150lbs

Clothing style: colorful, joyful (outside of work) very feminine I suppose, on the job still pretty joyful scrubs and a white coats lots of pins and accessories tho

Other features: dimples, tooth gap 🥺

Personality

Positive Traits: 

Happy, knows how to makes others happy, always in a cheerful mood and successfully impacts others with her positivity (this makes Dream very fond of her)

Helpful, being a doctor (I hope I mentioned that) she heals and offers good advice 

Mom friend, she’s supportive, protective, sweet, gentle, mom qualities 

Strong, emotionally and physically 

Good at stopping arguments 

Sees the good in almost everyone

Her healing magic is strong and controlled

Negative traits

Her willingness to make everyone feel good and happy can sometimes be exhausting but she suppresses those emotions which is definitely unhealthy 

She’s not necessarily toxic with her positivity, all she wants is to be kind because of all the injustices she’s witnessed, which is why she joined the JR in the first place

Her being the mom friend her protectiveness can become .. overbearing at times

Her strength is one she feels she has to keep up for others she has to be the strong one while everyone else might not

Can be a bit naive at times because she’s foreign to earth

her sweetness is her greatest strength and her greatest weakness

Control over her over forms of magic 

Likes

Being kind

Knitting/Crochet 

Reading

Practice new healing techniques 

Practicing her magic 

Spending time with friends/family

Making new friends 

She is very open to trying new things

Sketching, not too good at it just a hobby

Prefers spicy foods

This lists can go on and on she likes a lot of stuff especially from earth

Dislikes

Rudeness (lil tussles with ink)

Lying

Unreasonable Violence

Star Wars movies (don’t attack me pls)

The cold 

Being underestimated 

TikTok street interviews

Snakes 

Hobbies

Crocheting

Knitting

Embroidery 

Reading

Makeup

Sketching

Beach Stuff

I’m sure there’s more

Health

Mental Health

Complicated, it’s good but I mean everyone has their moments of course. As I mentioned, she’s happy but it’s a bit draining. she doesn’t hate being happy but it can take a toll when she believes she has to be happy for everyone else too.

Physical Health 

I feel like she’d be very underestimated because of her soft and gentle appearance but she’s very physical strong and healthy. Her people have different bodies and they work differently than a human’s would.

Phobias

Snakes; she can’t wrap her head around how Finch likes them so much.

Not being able to be strong enough (mentally, emotionally, physically)

Not fitting in, this one is 50/50, she cares about fitting in with humans and their culture but isn’t afraid of expressing herself in her own unique way.

Hygiene

It’d be very hypocritical of a doctor especially lead doctor to have poor hygiene so yeah of course she has a good hygiene. Smells like honey! 

Additional Info

Relationship Status: Single (for now 😈, I’m gonna write the most beautiful romance between her and Lord Dream and there’s nothing you can do to stop me 🥰😊🫶🏽)

Education: This is a plot hole she’s a doctor but education is never established.

Family Issues: A LOT BUT THIS WILL BE REVEALED IN HER ARC WHEN I HOPEFULLY START OFFICIALLY WRITING THE AU.

#dreamswap #dreamswap ocs #my au #JR #justice reigns #dreamswap ash #saturnposts #Just JR AU

[fairmaidnelly]

any tips for getting your pointe shoes to last longer? i’m only a once-a-week hobbyist but i still go through shoes like a printing house through paper. i want to invest in some nice ones but i think “if they’re only going to last a few classes what’s the point”

I've been doing this for a long time, tried a lot of things but i'll only list the ones that have worked for me 😊

Two pairs of shoes at a time, alternate between classes (if you take multiples a day) and let them dry afterwards, use tissue paper if you can (helps soak up the sweat and keep the shoe shape) or switch the pairs between barre and centre.

Glue them in thin layers after they have been fully broken in and they have been drying for 24hrs - wings, crown and platform if that is a usual soft spot, and you can do this again if they get softer later on..

Best brand for your feet, arches, technique - sometimes you have to change brands due to changes in your feet/improvement, you can always try a brand that has a harder shank or those fancy new synthetic shoes

Hope this helps a little!

#ballet #pointe shoes

[lemongingerart]

Chapter 2 - Shooting lessons (II)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

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A/N:    Yessss it’s Hux turn now to be embarrassed 😈 by the stars I hope I did him justice. And this is not even the real deal. How do people even write this stuff?

Oh wait, I just did… somewhere in the next chapters 😬🙋

(Don't get any wrong ideas, me publishing 2 chapters in 2 days is a unique thing 😂 Let me know if some parts are inconsistent - I reviewed this so many times and I am literally falling asleep on my desk. But publishing the previous chapter got me enthusiastic and now I'm doing things I might regret yolooooooooo)

This was different. 

Once, when he was still a Lieutenant and reluctantly assigned to drill newcomers by Brendol, he instructed cadets on their first shooting lessons. He took the job seriously, but the mandatory physical contact was something he had liked to avoid as much as possible. Having his father oversee his progress didn’t really help. The latter thought he could never do any good and ever since Sloane had bestowed the group of commandants' cadets from Arkanis on him, and made it clear the commandant had to convey his teaching techniques to him, tensions were… high.

Nonetheless, he made sure the new cadets were on the top rankings within the then already distributed First Order training curriculum, and tutoring these classes became a routine job.

This time, however, he felt that every little contact filled him with static electricity, although he was absolutely certain that was scientifically impossible. It made him lighter in his touch, doubtful, but also slightly longing to explore the strange responses their physical connection was making. He was slowly becoming aware that he was lingering just a bit too long on her hands, her arm, her shoulder, but he could not let go just yet. Seeing goosebumps form on her lower arm and the fact that he knew he was causing them, made him want to see which other effects he could have on her.

He gulped, all of a sudden conscious that the mysterious effect was starting to become bidirectional. His head felt light,  caused by little sparks popping up in his brain, and his face felt like it was burning. Contradictory, goosebumps formed underneath his clothes. He became aware of how the fabric was rubbing his skin and he couldn't stop thinking about how it would be if it were her warm hands instead.

Hux took a sharp breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, forcing his eyebrows into a harsh furrow as much as possible in an effort to hide any other evidence apparent on his features. 

“Remember this position. The stance of your arm will catch up the recoil. Now, try to aim and shoot,” he said sternly, hoping she didn’t hear the slight raspiness of his voice.

The blush on his cheeks refused to subside though, as did the thoughts of exploring her exposed skin some more. So he hastily decided to create some distance between them, before he would do something he might regret. 

Once he regained his wits somewhat, he slowly went to stand behind Miko, trying to march with a steady thread. He hoped she wouldn’t turn around to check on him, because he suspected she could easily notice the result of his state of mind now. 

Stars , this wasn’t the first time she made him lose his cool like this. He hated it, how she threw him off balance, made him feel out of control. 

Miko positioned the blaster as instructed and took a shot. The result wasn’t good, but definitely better than the previous feeble attempt. 

Looking at her stance, there was still some work to do. "Spread your legs a bit more" he added, very much aware that the instruction could be misinterpreted, given the light tremor intruding his spoken words. To his relief, she didn’t say anything about it. Now that he thought about it,  she hadn't looked his way nor spoken for a while now. He wasn’t going to complain about that, thank the stars , but it was curious in comparison to her usual manners. 

“Again, watch your left arm. Compensate.” he instructed, still aware that his voice didn't sound as determined as it usually did. The distance he created slowly made him able to focus again, though. At least enough, so he wouldn't blurt out ridiculous things. Or worse, do something he might regret. 

Again, again, again, he had to repeat for another 10 minutes, and she still wasn’t able to hit the target - and he still wasn’t able to let the unprofessional thoughts dissipate. The only thing he could do for now, was keep them at bay. 

He sighed, thinking about her lack of precision. When a recruit performed this badly, he usually sent them away for maintenance personnel training or something similar. Sanitising duty if he was extra annoyed.

But now, he had to persevere, if only for his own good. On top of that, his mind was still betraying him. It was as if it was sending him little doses of impure ideas, while having to watch her bring up her arms to aim the blaster, the pose exposing her curves more than usual. He repeatedly dictated her to correct her stance, resulting in her pivoting her feet with her usual energetic attitude. The accompanying harsh movements made her butt move in ways he couldn’t divert his gaze from, once he caught sight of it. Every little thing he noticed about her was making the shooting lessons even more of a challenge. But at least, the distance made it possible to subdue those thoughts enough to proceed with the exercise.

After another round of disheartening attempts, Miko hung down her shoulders and let out a frustrated moan, the raw noise bringing Armitage right back to his problematic thoughtlines, but this time much worse. He couldn’t stop the rather lewd visualisation that the sound forcibly pushed into his head. He could feel his blood boiling, his cheeks furiously glowing, fingers tingling as if they've been deprived of blood circulation all the while and oh by the galaxy his pants were becoming tighter…

Of all times, she turned around to face him now, as if she knew what he was going through after that groan of hers. In a haze of panic, Hux swiftly turned on his heels, towards the door, trying to hide the blush and other evidence in the less well lighted area of the loading bridge. 

‘Short break’, he almost whispered, before he left the small hangar space.

Armitage fled to his quarters, for the second time locking the door, leaning onto it. He was acutely aware of the déjà vu, and he knew back then the urge, the want, only increased after he had opened the door. Whenever she got close to him, it was as if his body had a mind on its own. Before, he was able to control himself, but what happened in the hangar was absolutely ludicrous. He needed to get her out of his system, so he could actually instruct her without thinking about trailing his hands over not only her hands and arms, but also her back, trace the muscles there that pull her shoulders back as a response to his fingers, map the bones of her clavicle, watch her throat gulp when he passes there with his thumb, then dipping down slowly, cupping and squeezing her breasts, seeing her shudder under his touch running downwards, working his fingers under the hem of her pants, pulling her closer by her belt and…

Fuck. It was no use.

He was again standing there, up against the door, like a stupid horny lowlife, with a rock hard boner he could hang his greatcoat on. He felt foolish and worthless, not being able to keep his subconscious needs where they should remain: subconscious. He’s a frigging officer of the First Order, he was able to withstand much more triggers than this, mentally taking note that he was taking over her horrible swearing habits as well. Seeing someone act so freely, without any emotional boundaries, was stirring up things deep inside him he couldn't bring to words yet. It was tearing down his carefully built up walls and he wasn’t sure what to think about it. 

But the dick was a serious issue. He still had to finish the training, to give their mission any chance of succeeding.

Frack.  

He snapped open the neck clasp of his uniform and pulled the clothing open with a speed which could damage the material, but right now he couldn’t care less. He clipped open his belt, making sure the thing didn’t clatter on the floor and alarm her. For all he knew, she was standing right behind the door he was leaning onto. Oh by the maker … he shouldn’t have thought about that, an almost painful throb shooting through his cock, which made him lower his pants with a bit more care than the uncharacteristically frenzy he performed on his vest. 

He took himself in his hand, shut his eyelids and debated whether or not he should do this. It’s been a while, he usually pulls so many all-nighters, making him pass out on his blue sofa or in best case in his bed with the datapad on his lap. 

But, by closing his eyes, his wretched imagination took over, taking him back to the hangar and the sounds she let out, suddenly turning into something much more explicit in his imaginary ears. Stars, he hated the fact that he couldn’t control his thoughts from flowing freely, but it was no use - he couldn’t stop the images from popping up. 

A fraction of a second later, he heard the same indecent noise but the scenery was replaced with the one in which she was only in one of his towels. When she was looking for something to wear, a few days ago, bowing down. His towels, his shirt, his… he wanted her to be his to claim… 

He suddenly was standing mere inches from her flushed face, their breath’s mangling when she righted herselves and slowly leaned into him. He started peeling off the plush piece of fabric in his fabricated dream while he automatically started pumping himself, not aware of his ridiculous stance and the cold durasteel on his back. He was so far gone he wouldn’t notice a star exploding. 

Hux didn’t think he still had a few brain cells left for producing imaginary scenarios like this, since he had tried to ignore them for so long. 

But by taking the plunge, they made him dive so deep into his subconsciousness he wasn’t even aware of what was up or down and by the gods of the galaxy he was yearning, yearning for a soft touch, to make her feel good and just feel something in return, feel worthy and content, for once in his life. To be in control of her pleasure, to make her whimper under his touch when he slowly traced her arms and shoulder, like he did in the hangar, her plump breasts, her buttcheeks, every detail of her skin. Just take in the effects he could have on her and feed on them. Greedily take the nape of her neck in his hands and pull her closer to taste her, pulling her legs up and press-

He shuddered, quickly imagining being buried deep down in her, the pressing of his hands on her hips and her neck leaving bruises, and pulling her impossibly closer on his spilling cock.

He opened his eyelids, the light of the room playing tricks on his retina because he squeezed his eyes close too hard. He only then realised his hands were sticky from his cum, coming down from a height he hadn’t been on for a very long time. 

Actually, if he thought about it, he couldn’t have imagined it was ever like this. This…intense… real. Soft? His usual sexual fantasies were definitely not this emotionally loaded and soft. And took a while longer to reach its climax. This was ridiculously improvised.

Now that he was more or less thinking clearly, it made him feel sick.

He was still trying to catch his breath, pondering on why she was doing this to him. How was he going to be able to withstand these urges he never had to keep under control before?

Hux heard some rambling in the wardroom, snapping him out the leftovers of his trance. How long was he standing here against the door? She might start asking questions if I don't get my act together now . He stumbled to the sink, washed up quickly, hastily put on his clothes - hissing when he raked the bacta patch while pulling his pants up - and combed his hair. Then, he double checked his appearance in the mirror, wanting to make sure there was no evidence left of his previous state of distress. 

He took a deep breath, put his head up high and took long strikes to the door. This time, he wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted.

He just entered the wardroom and noticed Miko walking towards the cockpit, datapad and some rubbish in both hands. 

What is she up to? Again?  

Armitage followed her wake, both annoyed by her sudden and unauthorised action and curious what got into her head this time. When he arrived, that droid and she were doing something at the comm unit and didn't look at him entering. 

"All set and done. You should be able to connect to my commlink now!” She exclaimed with a smile, signalling him that she did notice his arrival.

"The new identification code they provided us with is also installed. Your ship should be listed as a cargo vessel right now." She happily mentioned, after she placed her hands on her hips.

Hux sighed, glad a practical conversation might make him forget about what he just wanted to do to her, and replied: "Let's hope no one wants to actually check it out, because one glance from an enthusiastic republican will get us into trouble." Miko quickly turned her head towards him. “We should’ve painted the ship in a happy colour, you’re right. Like, bright orange.” she whispered in a secretive way. 

He cocked his eyebrow, not sure what to do with her comment. 

”Kidding Hux, I don’t have a death wish. Although I don’t know if death at your hands would be worse than whatever we’re facing next.” she said smilingly, turning back to the controls. 

Hux gulped and decided not to react to that comment. He was content to hear she didn’t underestimate him, but he did just think about fucking her with his hands on her neck and now… he decided the weapons controls needed to be checked. 

Any distraction would do.

After a short pause, she righted her back and said to him: “I'm done here. Up for round 2?” 

He harshly turned his attention to her, slightly confused and already sweating under his collar, the sentence having a completely different meaning in his ears. Before he could actually register what she was really talking about, she exclaimed “I’ll be in the hangar” and turned around with a slightly bubbly attitude. 

He sighed again and followed her wake, keeping enough distance. He wasn’t going to get tricked by his hormones twice.

The training session went on for another 30 standard minutes. Hux kept his distance and was able to find back his instructor mode, and even keep any unwanted distractions to a minimum. They kept going, until she was able to automatically pull, aim and shoot. Actually hitting a target was beneath any standards, but for the approaching rendezvous, just having the movement in her physical memory would have to suffice. 

The proximity alarm went off, signalling their arrival. The duo stopped their activities. Miko holstered the blaster, put PC on her back, and followed in Hux’ shadow towards the cockpit.

A/N: Shields breaking, walls cracking… next time, maybe teeth colliding? Who knows…

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frost queen smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (21/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; frost queen cookie

outline ; “Can I request Frost Queen smut headcanons ? Preferably with a fem/gen reader

Anon is 19 😊 and it's very ok if you're not ok with doing this that's completely fine”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, pain play, brat taming, dom!frost queen cookie

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she doesn’t use any degradation or humiliation when she’s talking to you in the bedroom, but she’s also very sparse with the praise she uses with you — most of her dialogue consists of neutral observations of your reactions and your body and instructions for you to follow

she’s a strict dom but she’s not cruel towards you by any means — usually preferring conversation and discussion over going straight to punishments

but, even then, she’s an exceptional brat tamer so it’s rare that you keep your resolve long enough to earn any sort of punishment from her (she’s more than capable of shutting you up with a stern look and a ‘go on?’)

doesn’t use any pet names in the bedroom and will just call you by your first name — unless you fall too deep into sub space and need proper reassurances and praise (but she’s usually much too observant to let anything get that far)

up for experimentation in the bedroom but never before you both take the time to thoroughly research each and every new kink you suggest — proper form, proper positioning, proper technique and proper equipment

she doesn’t half-ass anything, it’s one of the few things that remains of her original personality and life as a doctor/healer

she’s naturally very cold, which shouldn’t be a surprise given her role, but she takes measures to manage her temperature if that’s something you’re sensitive to — wearing gloves, taking potions to increase her body temperature and being mindful of any especially sensitive areas of your body

very mindful of your boundaries and makes full use of the traffic light consent system when you’re being intimate — always asking you for your go ahead before doing anything with your body

cautious around any sort of pain play but will implement it if you ask it of her, but again she makes sure to do through research and discuss boundaries and have you pick out the toys she’ll use on you — generally doing everything she can to give you control over this sort of more dangerous play

(well… dangerous by normal standards for her)

she has an extremely low libido but is willing to help you get off whenever you need — lending a hand, a thigh or even her mouth if you’re especially desperate

isn’t bothered about the two of you getting caught as she lives in a pretty barren area — the nearest village is miles and miles away — but she insists on you never fully undressing (or at the very least staying under some blankets) when you have sex because she doesn’t want you to get sick

she usually keeps a neutral expression, but if you’re especially affectionate after sex and try to cuddle up to her then she’ll usually allow herself to give a small endeared smile at your antics

aftercare is extremely methodical and thorough with her — making sure that you’re physically and mentally okay before cleaning you up, soothing your pains and getting you something to eat/drink depending on your needs

she was a healer once, even if she can’t quite remember it anymore

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