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sicklyjelly · 1 year

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treated myself to some of @mauhandraws super cute Akechis and Jokers and was surprised to find a beautiful drawing included with a super sweet note!! receiving all this in the mail put a smile on my face all day, y’all should treat yourself to her art too!! 💖

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5 joker #goro akechi #shuake #mauhan #not my art #I had to resist buying everything her stuff is really good!!!#I'm gonna put this akechi in a special place!!

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iveta777 · 10 days

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March,2021

This week I’ve been dealing with a serious mental breakdown. I was so overwhelmed in the beginning of the week and I couldn’t resist anymore. I was so disappointed by myself because I had so much stuff to be done; I tried so hard, man, I really tried so hard but I just couldn’t keep up with my schedule; I had slept less than 8 hours in total for the past 3 days; I didn’t feel well because I had a killing headache which wasn’t good because I wasn’t able to do my work. The result as you already know was the only one possible: mental breakdown. I cried for hours… I cried because of my own high expectations for me. I cried because as a perfectionist I wanted everything to be done on time. I cried because I tried and I was doing stuff these three days but the result… Well, there was no result. I had a list of tasks and nothing was marked as done which made me feel like I did nothing that past days. I cried because I was so tired, so overwhelmed, so exhausted. I cried because my soul cried. I wanted a break but I couldn’t get one because I had no time for that. I needed some free time, me time. I wanted to watch a movie, or watch a YouTube video, or paint, or write( I love writing…), or go out, or… just sleep. My body was tired, my soul was tired, I was tired…

After two or more hours of crying I felt like a new person. I was great. I was calm, empty, free. I was me again. And after that everything was great, too. I did everything I had planned for the past three days in less than five hours. I was happy. This day turned out to be my day because some really great things happened…

To be honest, this mental breakdown turned out to be something I needed because after that I realized some things.

To begin with, I have the best mother ever. I mean it’s not something I didn’t know but after that I have no doubt that it’s true. I tried to hide from her what was going on with me but as a parent at the moment she saw me she knew something was wrong. I tried to hide it from her but she made me tell her. Then she told me that I could and I would deal with everything, that she was proud of me, that everything was going to be alright. She asked no unnecessary questions, she just hugged me and stayed with me. She asked my father to buy me a chocolate bar and stayed with me for hours till she was sure that I was fine. She wanted to do so much more and I saw the pain in her eyes when she realized that there was nothing else she could help me with. But that was fine because she gave me more than I needed. I only needed support and a shoulder to cry on and she gave me peace and love. There was nothing else I could ask for.

Second, I realized that when I have hard time I don’t have do deal with it alone. I am used to hiding my emotions and keep my problems for me. I never talk about myself or the issues I have. But gosh it felt really nice when I shared my problems with her. She showed me that I am not alone (which is my greatest fear- to remain alone).

Third, I realized that everyone has hard times and I should not be afraid of it. I realized that keeping everything in me is not good for my health on first place. I realized that crying is okay. I realized that crying can free you from your problems, to make some space for you to see the world from different perspective, to help you find the solutions you are looking for and you are struggling to find.

Last one, I realized that putting yourself first doesn’t make you selfish and egoistic. To put yourself first means to make priority the most important person in your life-YOU. I’ve always been told that but I never believed it. I always tried to make my parents proud. I always tried to please everyone. But for 20 years I never asked myself what I REALLY want, what I need, I don’t even know what makes me happy, or sad, or what is my favorite color and do I even have a favorite color. I know so much about the other people and at the same time I know nothing about myself. But now I know… I know that I should put myself first and that there is nothing wrong about that. I know that first I should make sure that I feel great and then to try to help others because if I can’t help myself and I don’t take care of myself, how would I do that for the others???

To sum up, I realized that this mental breakdown was actually a good thing. It was something I needed. It made me realize some important stuff and to realize that if I take care of myself and I am fine, everything will be alright. Also, I realized that I am not alone and I have never been- I just made myself feel alone which is much worse than actually being alone…

I.A.A.

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imakemywings · 7 months

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Hey, were you the one who posted how Maglor himself thought the oath and kinslayings were such evil acts? If so, how come there are those who still believe the second and third kinslaying is justified when Maglor himself thought it to be such an evil deed? I really need like a solid reasoning cause I was talking to someone who still believes the kinslayings were justified/needed and doesn't take my "murder is wrong" thing as a reason lol

That was indeed my post! If we're thinking of the same one. I've definitely made a post like that.

I mean I don't really know what to say besides "murder is wrong" lol If we can't agree on that um. I don't really know where we go.

The argument in favor of the kinslayings that I've seen usually boils down to property rights. Because the Silmarils are the rightful (and that's honestly debatable) property of the Feanorians, anyone who keeps the Silmarils from them deserves what they get, basically.

Which is. Kind of bonkers as a moral philosophy, even if you DO buy that the Feanorians have an uncontested right to the Silmarils. #1: We're punishing theft or conversion with DEATH now? That's acceptable to us? #2: The harm the Feanorians caused went far beyond the individual who possessed the Silmaril (Dior in the Second Kinslaying and Elwing in the Third). Even if Dior had taken that Silmaril right out of Maedhros' hand and spit in his eye on the way out it wouldn't justify the wholesale slaughter of an entire kingdom. They literally murdered children over things. Items. Stuff. Magical cool stuff yeah--but they valued it over lives. Does anyone honestly think Tolkien would have written a story agreeing with that as a moral view?

"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world." (Thorin's final words, The Hobbit)

I don't know how you look at Maedhros and Maglor--the ONLY two of SEVEN sons to survive through the Third Kinslaying--and think THEY think they did the right thing. Five of their brothers have now died in assaults on other Elves which they began. Maglor argues for breaking the oath there, he resists Maedhros' drive to the Fourth Kinslaying (until he doesn't), and at the end of it all, he throws his precious Silmaril into the sea. Maedhros kills himself over it. These are not the actions of people who feel GOOD about where their lives have gone and the actions they've taken. Tolkien is so blatantly obvious about the Feanorians being in the wrong it's always a little wild to me that the KINSLAYINGS get defended.

On the note of the Fourth Kinslaying, let's not forget that: That after everything, after the War of Wrath is over and everyone is ready to go home and see their families and be at peace, a whole group of Elves get murdered by Maglor and Maedhros again over the Silmarils. A group--Eonwe's guard--of people who had survived a war with MORGOTH die because Maedhros and Maglor weren't willing to break their oath.

An oath which Tolkien casts as wicked from the very start--something that was always likely to bring them to evil acts.

"Then Feanor swore a terrible oath. His seven sons leapt straightway to his side and took the selfsame vow together, and red as blood shone their drawn swords...and many quailed to hear the dread words." ("Of the Flight of the Noldor," The Silmarillion)

Furthermore, as Dior points out in some versions outside Silm proper, at the time the Second Kinslaying is committed, Melkor still has two of the Silmarils. Even if Dior had handed over Luthien's Silmaril--to the people who had kidnapped and attempted to forcibly marry and presumably rape his mom; and also tried to murder her and his father later on--the oath is still not fulfilled, because Melkor has two.

The fact that the Feanorians choose to pursue Luthien's Silmaril with violence and bloodshed rather than make a go at the two that Melkor has has always revealed their hypocrisy to me. They chose Luthien's Silmaril because they knew it would be easier to get than the ones that Melkor has. Easier to kill other Elves if they don't give you what you want, than to attack or infiltrate Angband. Even now, when they know it's possible--because Beren and Luthien did it, and they had FAR fewer resources at hand than the Feanorians (and for the record, Fingon also successfully infiltrated Angband; Gwindor and others have successfully escaped from Angband)--they choose to slay other Elves instead. Say again the Second Kinslaying was "necessary"?

This is how Tolkien describes the attack on the Havens:

"And so there came to pass the last and cruelest of the slayings of Elf by Elf; and that was the third of the great wrongs achieved by the accursed oath. For the sons of Feanor that yet lived came down suddenly upon the exiles of Gondolin and the remnant of Doriath, and destroyed them." ("Of the Voyage of Earendil," The Silmarillion)

Does this description sound like people taking justified action? And let's not forget, in this battle, the Feanorians' own troops are so horrified by their actions that they turn against them.

"In that battle some of their [the Feanorians'] people stood aside, and some few rebelled and were slain upon the other part aiding Elwing against their own lords...Too late the ships of Cirdan and Gil-galad the High King came hasting to the aid of the Elves of Sirion; and Elwing was gone, and her sons." ("Of the Voyage of Earendil," The Silmarillion)

Members of the Feanorians' own people find their actions so terrible they cannot simply join those who stand by and refuse to attack the Havens, but they actively join the fight on the side of the Havens. Moreover, the heroic Gil-galad arrives intending to stop the Feanorians and aid the Havens. Sure, he arrives too late--but his intent is made clear: the Feanorians are the villains here, who need to be stopped.

And I don't think it is uncontested that the Silmarils belong to the Feanorians. For one, they were created entirely and only by Feanor; none of his sons had anything to do with it. And for two, the universe itself has deemed by the end that the Feanorians no longer have a property right in them, when the Silmarils burn the hands of Maedhros and Maglor because of all the evil they've committed. The jewels themselves will not be touched by these people who have done so much wrong. Eonwe tries to warn them about this before they even commit the Fourth Kinslaying.

"And they [Maedhros and Maglor] sent a message therefore to Eonwe, bidding him yield up those jewels...But Eonwe answered that the right to the work of their father, which the sons of Feanor had formerly possessed, had now perished, because of their many and merciless deeds, being blinded by their oath, and most of all because of their slaying of Dior and the assault upon the Havens." ("Of the Voyage of Earendil," The Silmarillion [emphasis added])

Like...I don't know how the book could be more clear that the Kinslayings were wrong and that Maedhros and Maglor were in the wrong.

I think fans are so invested in the Feanorians they're willing to bend over backwards to find some view where they didn't actually commit horrific war crimes and were in fact in the right. But that's just not the story Tolkien wrote. Also, you can like them and still admit they did horrible things. You are allowed to like characters who are in the wrong!

#asks #anonymous #mine #Hope this helps you in your quest Anon

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idecidedtowriteig · 1 year

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Sweet Nothings

Gar Logan x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (tiny bit of angst)

I do not write NSFW

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His eyes were a dazzling honey brown, that you could just stare into for hours on end. His smile was ravishingly alluring, to you so at least, but you could see the others agree when they looked at him just the same– not much so as in love– but more so in delight. He cheered everyone up, and you were totally head over heels for him, not that you would admit it anyway– only in the deepest depths of your heart. Or so you thought– but Rachel had accidentally read your mind once– of how much you truly loved and appreciated Gar, so much so that they secretly shipped you and Gar together.

It was hard for Rachel to not confess what they knew to you and squeal in glee about how cute you and Gar would be together. However, all Rachel had to do– was sit back, relax and wait for the magic of fate to happen (or so help her, Trigon). Fate decided to play its cards for once, and give Rachel, Y/n, and Gar the thing they had all been hoping for…

First it came with a handwritten note…

This had been after Y/n had a hard enough day that they broke down crying in front of everyone. Everything just seemed to go wrong that day, Red Hood and Crane (or the Craniac and Y/n liked to call him) attacked. Just everything seemed to fall apart– and no matter what Y/n did, they thought it was never good enough. But Gar thought it was enough. Dick thought it was enough, Rachel, Donna, Kori, and the others did too. The Titans’ all had each other's back.

Dick did try to give some words of encouragement– but not without a bit of awkwardness- since it was hard for him to express his emotions himself. Kori gave a great pep talk, Blackfire had tried her best to cheer you up- in her own rigid stiff way– shared about how she conquered her enemies. Rachel talked some, trying to comfort you, but not really knowing how to do that best. Gar felt bad, and didn’t know what to do exactly, either…. So, he decided to leave you a note…

“Dear Y/n,

I think you did great today, and so does the rest of the team.

You are one of the sweetest people on this team, and it really

hurt to see you cry today. I know the Titan's work can be hard,

it also gets to my mind sometimes. The Jason thing does too, and it hurts how he just left us like that…

But I want you to know, we’ve all got your back!

P.S. Also, meet me in the Kitchen later (I'll text you when) I have a surprise!”

-BB (Gar) :)

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9:00 PM

Beast Boy: I have the surprise ready! :)

Y/n: I’m on my way :)

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Y/n soon entered the kitchen looking around, when they saw a paper sack labeled, "Gotham's Custard & Ice Creamery”' in bold pink and blue letters. They let out a big smile, as Gar grinned happily, “Rachel told me this was your favorite place! And I was trying to find a way to cheer you up…” He blushes a little bit, eyes meeting yours, but then looking bashfully off to the side.

You beamed in disbelief, “Gar…” you said, smiling and opening the sack to see your favorite ice cream flavor. You smile, “You didn’t have to!” You say hugging him on instinct. Gar smiles delightedly, hugging back, “Well, I knew you just had a hard day….” He laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you….” He mumbles– but not incoherently to you.

Then it came with a little trinket of your favorite animal….

You heard a soft knock on your door, soon opening it to see Gar holding a little trinket of your favorite animal. You smiled, wondering for a second why he brought it here, but happy to see him explain– or ramble about why.

Gar beams happily, “So I saw this at an antique shop I passed by! And isn’t it the cutest thing? It was only 5 dollars and I thought it might make your day better. Plus I know it's your favorite animal, I couldn’t resist.” He laughs sheepishly, handing you the small trinket.

You stared at it happily and hugged him, “Man, I’m really going to have to start buying you stuff too.” You tease.

Gar smiles, “On the house?” He laughs.

At last, it came with a beautiful red rose…

Gar smiles, holding out a rose, “Look at this! It almost matches the color of your– lips… Not to be weird or anything!– Anyway, it just looks… pretty like you…” He grins, handing the rose to you– you noticed he had cut off the thorns beforehand. Gar smiles, “I uh– also have something to ask you. I’m sorry if this makes everything weird….” He laughs nervously.

His face soon turns a light shade of pink as he gulps, then asks you confidently, “Y/n… will you go on a date with me? I mean, would you uhh… possibly?” You smiled at his cute antics and cupped his face gently with your hand, “Of course, Gar! You mean the world to me!”

Rachel totally wasn’t watching you from the window and fangirling….. Totally not…

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fionajames · 6 months

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Hello uhh this is my first time really requesting anything from anyone so yeah ehueheu :))

Can I request one where Padmé brings Anakin and Ahsoka along on a shopping trip and the two girls buy him a dress they think suits him, and they bother him enough to put it on? (Me and my younger sister came up with this-)

the dress

AWW TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST

I LOVE IT

I DID THIS WITH MY YOUNGER SISTER ONCE, WE FORCED MY OLDER BROTHER INTO A DRESS. I HAVE TO ADMIT HE ROCKED IT.

ENJOY!

Padmé watched as Ahsoka hurried to meet her, Anakin following shortly behind. The Togrutan girl launched herself at the Senator, wrapping her arms around her tightly. Anakin gave his wife a smile and wave, which she returned.

“Hello, Ahsoka!” She laughed as the teenager stepped away from her, grinning wildly. “Are you both ready?”

“Yes!” Ahsoka squealed, hurrying off towards the store.

Padmé had discovered the day before that Ahsoka had never been shopping, and Anakin had but never properly. In her horror, they’d never chosen their own clothes. So now, she was taking them clothes shopping.

The two adults followed after the teenaged girl as she entered the store, looking hurriedly to Padmé in delighted alarm. Anakin had strictly told them both they couldn’t buy too much, as Jedi weren’t supposed to have belongings. Padmé was rather surprised he cared.

After directing her husband towards the mens clothes, Padmé guided Ahsoka through the girls’ clothes, watching as she examined everything with immense fascination. The fifteen-year-old grasped a denim jacket in her hands gently and slipped it on, grinning as she looked at herself in the mirror.

“That’s perfect!” Padmé cheered, watching Ahsoka’s face light up with the comment. They then picked out a blue denim-coloured jumpsuit with gold lines and thin patterns alongside a t-shirt of the same colour and a spare headdress.

They then moved onto the dresses, and Ahsoka was in awe. Although she didn’t want to wear most of them, they were still beautiful.

Padmé absent-mindedly looked through the dresses, smiling hugely at the constant excited gasps and giggles eliciting from the Togruta. All of a sudden, Ahsoka let out a loud giggle, and when Padmé turned to her, she was bent over laughing.

“What?” Padmé laughed, unsure why she was laughing apart from the fact that it was contagious.

“This dress,” Ahsoka stuttered out, grasping the hanger of a black dress with tiny golden stars lining it. “My first thought was that it’s the same colour as Skyguy’s robes.”

Padmé burst out properly laughing at the thought of her husband wearing a dress, before grinning maniacally. “Y’know,” she sputtered out. “I bet we could convince him to wear it.”

Ahsoka gasped and gaped, collapsing into another fit of giggles, hurriedly nodding. They rushed to the counter to buy the clothes and commed Anakin. They paid for his stuff too - a pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a shirt - and then headed back to the apartment. The entire time, Anakin couldn’t figure out why the girls were howling with laughter so much.

When they reached Padmé’s apartment, they unpacked their stuff and Anakin collapsed on the couch. “Skyguy!” Ahsoka cheered, clutching her bag of clothes close to her chest. “I bought something for you!” Anakin nodded, unable to stop himself from smiling at how happy she looked even though he knew she was plotting something. Ahsoka pulled a black and gold dress out of the bag and passed it to him. “I think it would look really good on you!”

Anakin laughed, tossing his head back as he shook it frantically. “Absolutely not, Snips!” Padmé walked in, practically pouting as she sat in front of him.

“Why not, Ani?” She asked, tilting her head, knowing her husband wouldn’t be able to resist her pleading. “C’mon, I think you’d look great!”

Anakin shook his head again but after seeing another pleading look from Ahsoka, he sighed. “Fine,” he muttered, taking the dress and standing up as Ahsoka and Padmé cheered, high-fiving.

He left the room to get changed and both girls stood impatiently at the door, grinning wildly.

“Are you sure I have to do this?” Anakin called through the door.

“Yes!” They both chorused, and laughed when they received an exaggerated sigh in response. “Alright.” He pushed the door open. The dress had sleeves that almost reached Anakin’s elbows, and the neckline wasn’t as deep as he’d dreaded. The ends of the dress reached to below his knees and almost to his ankles, and he looked slightly ridiculous still wearing his Jedi-issue boots. Nervously he played with the buckle of the glove covering his robotic arm. He wasn’t embarrassed - never - just nervous.

“Oh. My. Maker.” Ahsoka deadpanned, before beaming hugely and lunging at her Master. “Skyguy, you look amazing!”

He grinned. “Really?”

“She’s not joking, Ani,” Padmé laughed, slightly in awe of how well the dress suited her husband and even if she’d never admit it, ever-so-slightly jealous.

“Really?!”

“It’s amazing!” Ahsoka gushed. “You should wear this to battle!”

“Oh, absolutely not!”

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!!!!!!

(You too can make requests like this!)

(I feel like i just became an ad for a second)

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST, TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT?!?!?!

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka #tcw #ahsokatano #padmé #padmé amidala #shopping #dress #ka’ra writes ❤️

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miss--river · 11 months

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

thank you so much!❤️ sorry this took me so long to answer 😅

i'll start with jori since she's the first one i created! i know it may not seem like it lately but she's the main baby of the other 2 main babies i have! ive projected so much of myself and interests onto her that i became attached quickly lmao! she's also the one who i insert into every piece of media that im consuming and like enough. like, if im playing dead space i totally imagine her in the place of isaac. or if im playing a backrooms game she's the one running around and trying to escape from the monsters lmfao! her story has taken different shapes and changes since i actually brought her over from red dead online. her twin brother, mika, doesnt exist in red dead online and was solely create for cyberpunk purposes. i love the pic on the left because i just think she looks really badass lmao! and i like the one on the right because im not usually patient enough to set up sets and backgrounds but this time i stuck it out and i loved it! it's simple compared to what others can do but im still proud of it!

next is the love of her life, driss! back when i first started getting into modding my game i actually shipped her with river. i was trying to get a cute shot of her and river looking out at the sunset over the ocean, but sine i was so new to modding i didnt know bigger characters like river had a different locomotion type so i couldnt get any poses to work. as a test i replaced an NPC couple with jori and driss and that was when i fell into a hole lmfao! i thought they looked so much better together so i kept them going! their ship name is Broken and Beautiful because both of them have past traumas that still effect them but they found comfort and understanding in each other. i love how soft both of these pics are! especially the fire behind them in the one on the right!

lottie is my second of the main 3! she also started out as a red dead online OC! i usually try to make her come off as a flowery, cottage core, disney princess aesthetic type. she's the softest and shyest of my OCs but she can be fierce too! she smiles at strangers in the street and will lend a hand if they look like they need it but she does it with caution because... its night city lmao! i chose these pictures in particular because i just thought they were the coolest ones. i do have some pics that showcase her as soft and flowery but i just couldnt resist showing these ones instead! the one on the left was made to be a tarot card called The World. the pic on the right was me trying out a greaser AU on her! i really love how they both came out!

the last of the main 3 is phoenix! i made her fully expecting to just leave her to collect dust, just like certain other OCs, (and i feel so bad for them 😔) but i became attached to her very quickly too. i based a chunk of her personality off of vash the stampede from the 1998 anime trigun. after a short while of that i actually ended up shipping her with him lmfao! currently she doesnt have a backstory because nothing has really inspired me yet but at least i know some things about her current life! i think these pics are perfect for show casing her as she currently is. she lives in clutter but not, like, dirty clutter if that makes sense? she just likes having stuff and buying things that interest her. i mean doesnt everyone? haha! she doesnt really save her money for anything other than rent and bills, everything else is purely impulse. her favorite treat is donuts and when she's willing to share one with you thats how you know she likes you! her favorite thing is to make people smile!

onto stuff that i made for other people! i really loves these pics that i took of mishka and claire for @thelonestrider! mishka looks SO GOOD in purple! and claire is chef's kiss! i had a lot of fun taking pics of her! i got such freeing vibes from her so i had to have her enjoying the sun's rays!

i took these ones for @holofishes and i totally consider wren to be one of jori's besties! i think they'd have so much to talk about and i get such warm vibes when i see them together! jori is usually very sweet and kind but when it comes to her friends she'd kick anyone's ass 😉 the sunflowers and butterflies in the first pic took so long to place! but it was totally worth it! they're both rays of sunshine!

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thegoldenshi-shi · 4 months

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Hey! Happy holidays! I hope you were able to have some quiet moments to enjoy your people or pasttimes, I remember you said holidays are really busy for you.

My mom did a funny for Christmas this year, and got me a lego set. A Lamborghini lego set. That she had shown me at walmart and said "I was going to get you this for Christmas, but I found something else I thought you'd like more" and I started laughing and told her she would've had me in a laughing fit if she had. Welp, Christmas came around, I open presents, and bam. Lego Lambo. I bout died laughing, and Ma confirmed that she went back and bought it after that conversation. It was good. Me and my sister got her back with her own lego set, my sister got legos. And then I got warned my dad might steal my car after I finished putting it together and ran around downstairs being a childish dork making car noises (vroooom), just because I was in a stupid giggly mood.

New years found another firework show being done in our neighborhood, and a friend and I drank enough to get really giggly and played a zombie survival game (7 days to die), which. We had a sober friend who was just witnessing it happen, and when we briefly played it sober afterwards, we both ended up agreeing that we made awful decisions in where we put our base, but we could not resist the Burgcaneer, the pirate themed burger joint. It even has a kid's play place designed in it, it was great.

I really hope you had a fun time while you were away, missed ya fiercely and am really happy to be able to talk with you again. In anon form, cause despite everything it's 80000x easier to gush without feeling embarrassed with that little grey face.

~Smooch

Happy Holidays to you as well Smooch~

I won't lie, the holidays wound up being a stressful mess with lots of work and some bad news with my family. But there were good moments, lots of soft feelings and smiles too. I got some books I've been wanting, and stuff for a new hobby (Lord knows I need ANOTHER hobby, but I'm happy anyway)

A little lamborghini lego sounds so cute~ It's funny that your mom did a 180 to run and buy it for you after seeing your reaction. Especially since it sounds like you had a lego-themed Christmas all around lol. Also, you got a lego lambo, you are entitled to make sfx and run around with it afterwards hehe

I did a little doodle after reading your ask, and surprisingly Sunny looks fine as a block of plastic.

I'm not good with horror of any kind, so I've never played a zombie game, but tipsy zombie survival would be fun to watch. I'd be the sober one watching and giggling over your pirate-burger base.

I missed your little grey anon face in my inbox too. It's always wonderful to touch bases and chat with you ^J^ I'm glad you had a happy holiday Smooch, and wish you a very Happy New Year.

#smooch anon #anon ask #happy holidays #happy new year 2024 #may we all have a lovely year~

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mistydeyes · 9 months

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Are your pairings still open? Feel free to ignore this if they aren't

Pronouns:

She/her

Appearance:

5ft tall (short as hell) and chubby.

I'm very Pale with freckles and green eyes. I have dyed black hair cut into a shag with bangs.

I'm very insecure about my body and kinda hate the way I look. I may have a slight eating disorder but Im usually fine. Currently trying to lose weight healthily.

I dress kinda alternative in blacks and am always wearing a bunch of jewelry. (Mostly ones I make). I am also always wearing boots (Often platform boots).

I wear tight pants both beacause they look good and I have sensory issues. I can't stand loose ones and mostly wear yoga pants.

Other:

I love to sew, crochet, make jewelry, draw etc... Basically anything where I get to create something. I love seeing an idea come to life. I'm constantly making things and I like to fidget with anything I get my hands on (meaning I have a habit of breaking stuff) (oops).

I constantly crave affection (but will never admit to that) I really love cuddling, and am definitely touch starved but anyone who knows that has figured it out themselves. Because for some reason my brain thinks I don't deserve any of it.

I am way too nice to everyone, even at my own expense and tend to Bury my emotions when I am in pain. I have Depression and some anxiety and tend to worry about if anyone I know actually likes me while simultaneously thinking that I don't deserve anyone to love me.

I am shy and awkward as heck. But I will talk your ear off if you get to know me.

I love all animals and have a particular fondness for the odd ones. Reptiles and fish are awesome but I love everything including worms that I will rescue from the sidewalk.

I own some fish and shrimp that I love. My plecos and my gecko are like my babies. Especially my boy Groot. He's an albino bristnose pleco and is very ugly, but I love him so much. My entire phone is photos of him and my leopard gecko Leo. (Resisting the urge to attach one) (nevermind) (I'm attaching photos of him, Leo, and my other pleco- Carlos)

I know a lot of random facts about animals and can rant for hours about my interests. Very passionate about animals and their care. Love all mine even if I might play favorites.

I'm also not super Great at reading social situations. Expecially flirting. I am so oblivious and unless someone is incredibly direct I won't notice it or think it's a joke.

I will gift people I like things I make. I make a lot of plushies in particular that I create. I love to see people happy

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (a/n: ur lil pets are absolutely adorable!! i literally cannot get over how cute they are, thank you so much for including pictures of them)

How you met: The first time you and Johnny met was definitely a story that entertained all your friends. It all started when you were at the pet store buying crickets and mealworms for your geckos. As you inspected the container of dried insects, someone came up next to you. You first noticed his basket was full of a 5lb bag of dog food that he effortlessly held in one hand. The next was his smile that lit up is face as he looked at you. "I think a restaurant would be a better place to find food don't you think," he asked you and you were a little confused. "But these aren't for me, they're for my geckos," you corrected and his smile faltered a bit. "I uh was just saying maybe I could take you to a nice restaurant some time," he sheepishly said and rubbed the back of his neck as his face grew pink. You had a habit of being terrible at reading social situations and were blushing profusely. "OH, I'm sorry I'm really bad at telling when people are flirting with me," you corrected. "Don't worry, I'm Johnny by the way," he said as he shook your hand, "how about I give you my number and you can call me when you're free? It looks like you have a little army to feed." He wasn't wrong, you were rushing home to feed your babies and this was just meant to be a pit stop. He read out his number as you typed in his number on your phone. "And don't worry if you don't want to, I won't take it to heart," he joked and went to go pay for his things. You stared at your phone for a while as you looked at his contact name "Johnny AKA pick-up line guy."

A peek into your relationship: "Open it," you said excitingly as you pushed the box into Johnny's hands. You had been working on a gift for him for ages and were happy to finish it just as winter was approaching. You had tried your best to keep it a secret and delayed the project as Johnny would always find a way next to you. "Alright, alright, chill little lass," he said as he pulled apart the layers of gift wrap and the lid to a box. You watched intently as he grabbed the two items which sat on a pillow of tissue paper. "You've really outdone yourself, bonnie," he said as he pulled out a crochet hat and scarf. "Heard you can get cold when patrolling and I thought it would keep you warm," you smiled as he inspected the stitches. He eventually saw that you had sewn a little patch with a dog that looked similar to his. "Yer attention to detail is something else," he said as he tried on the set for you. You quickly grabbed your phone as you snapped a picture of him. "That one's a keeper," you said as you laid your head in his lap. He took this time to pepper your face with kisses as you laughed at his stubble brushing your face.

Months later when he was on deployment, you got a message from Ghost that showed the scenery of a snowy cliff and in the center of photo was Johnny bundled up with his scarf and hat.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #mw2

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sophieswundergarten · 8 months

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So, when World War II happened and Japanese Americans were brought to various internment camps, many were forced to sell their homes and possessions because people would take them anyway. However, there are a few stories of Japanese Americans whose friends or neighbors would protect their property for when they returned.

Now, that's a lot of weird historical context junk for what I really wanted to say:

What if Milligan had someone like that?

I love speculating about how the Wetheralls moved back into the farm, and one idea I haven't really seen before is someone taking care of the house for him.

HOWEVER. DO NOT GET ME WRONG "And let the wild roses bloom" BY @sqenthusiast IS BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING AND EVERYONE SHOULD GO READ IT RIGHT NOW

I just think it would be kind of fun for Milligan to suddenly remember he has a house somewhere, and be like "I should go check that out before I let Kate visit. It's probably in awful shape, if it's still standing, or someone else might have moved in and I don't want to drag her into all that"

And so he drives over there on his own. And he's surprised to see the house in really good condition. But when he pulls up, there's someone just coming out of the house.

And his heart sinks because someone else must have moved in, and now it's going to be awkward and he's going to have to explain himself, and he's getting out of the car inwardly panicking over if he should just drive away now or impulsively offer to buy the house back just so Kate can live in it again, when the guy turns around and spots him walking up to the porch.

And he immediately starts crying. He grabs Milligan in a hug and he's so overwhelmed he can't speak (And Milligan's super confused for a minute) And the guy just keeps babbling about "I knew you'd come back, I just knew it. Oh, I missed you so much, why did it take you so long? I kept everything just like you left it, everything's perfect. I knew you would come back"

And it's then that Milligan realises this is someone he was good friends with. Maybe someone who came and brought him food and entertained Kate after his wife died, maybe someone he used to trust to babysit her all the time, someone who came over every weekend for barbecue and dinner.

(Just so you guys know, I'm picturing Hardy, or maybe Gristle or Spencer or all of them or something from Time and a Half by @mvshortcut because it's so canon to me)

And then Milligan gets to find out his house has been kept clean and safe and of course he can bring Kate over, his friend(s) can't wait to see how much she's grown!!

Just. Milligan went through so much hard stuff. And it's likely that there were other people who resisted the Messages and missed him, but didn't have someone like Mr. Benedict to direct them

I want Milligan to have some people who waited for him :)

#MILLIGAN FEELINGS TONIGHT #It's been a while since I rambled about this guy #I haven't been able to get TaaH out of my head the past bit #And I really adore Hardy #So here's this #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #milligan wetherall

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princecharmingtobe · 1 year

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Just got back from the D&D movie!

Spoilers ahead, obviously

It was good! imo

I had fun, which was the main goal. There were a lot of moments that really felt like a D&D game. You had the obvious cool, overpowered NPC guide who leaves the party before the main event because “This is your quest.”

I loved the varying levels of backstory and buy-in you had. You have Edgin, who dumps his whole backstory right at the beginning (in the form of a distraction to buy time for a plan as well as let the audience know what was going on) and has the most personal stakes in everything and is that guy who took everything the DM gave him about the campaign and ran with it. You have the barbarian who’s backstory slightly ties into his, that was like “Yeah, I got kicked out of my tribe and met him and helped him with his daughter cause he’s such a fuck-up and now we’re partners and bffs” You have the druid who’s like “Their enemy is also my enemy cause he’s destroying my home, so I shall help defeat him!” And then the sorcerer who’s only really there cause his friends asked him and they promised he’d get paid, aka the guy who paid no attention to what the DM told them and just wanted to be a spellcaster.

I liked that the trailers really don’t tell you what the movie is actually about. The quest was actually very personal for most of them and wasn’t just “We stole a bad thing and now we’re trying to fix it.” it was very personal and only really became heroic right at the end.

It was fun being able to point out creatures and spells by name.

The fucking puzzle that the party immediately fucks up before the DMPC even finishes explaining what it is.

There was a moment where the party basically overwhelmed the BBEG by attacking one after another without giving her time to do anything and I was like “Action economy, baybeee!”

Now, it wasn’t perfect either, and I do have some minor complaints.

The main one is as much lore as they tried to pack into it, I still feel like they wasted some of it where it really counted: The main characters.

The tiefling druid was a big one. The only druid thing she ever did was wildshape. Which is cool, it’s the druid’s main gimmick for the most part... but they’re also spellcasters, and I don’t think she ever cast a single spell. She ONLY wildshaped. I get they probably didn’t want her to overshadow the sorcerer, but they could have used the divide between the types of magic, only have her do naturey stuff like talking to plants and animals, controlling plants, etc. Fuck, at least have her offer them some goodberries on the road. Could have even used that to help them bond more, since they seemed to be going for a budding romance between them. Have them bond over their different types of magic. Her being a tiefling also seemed like an afterthought, just thrown in at the last second because they’re so popular. She was basically a human with horns and a tail, which was only relevant in her backstory and one scene where not having them wouldn’t have really changed anything. Come on guys, show off her fire resistance, hellish rebuke, thaumaturgy, SOMETHING!

I feel the sorcerer was also wasted. We got ONE instance of wild magic I think? And a lot of his role as a sorcerer was knowing how to use magic items, and whinging about what he can’t do. Like come on, if you’re gonna introduce wild magic, at least lean into it! Have him try to do magic at times and have it backfire in ways that maybe solve the problem unexpectedly while creating other problems (as wild magic is wont to do).I feel like they could have done that without taking away for the other characters’ strengths, and still maintained his character arc. And if you don’t want him flinging around too much magic, lean into spell slots! The idea that it takes a lot of energy to do magic and so he had to limit himself for that reason, on TOP of it often going wild and messing with his self esteem.

Speaking of lack of magic, was Edgin a bard or not??? It seemed like they wanted him to be, but he never did any bard stuff beyond playing a lute and singing a few times. He seemed to me more like say, a mastermind rogue with the entertainer background, than an actual bard.

According to an article I found on google it seems they wanted to limit the characters’ magical abilities because “Magic is so powerful it could solve everything and then you wouldn’t have a story.” So you’re bad writers in that regard is what I’m hearing. Probably would be the type of DMs who won’t let you use certain (official) classes or spells because they “break the game”. They don’t. You’re just not creative enough to work with them so you remove them altogether.

TLDR: The writers were too scared/lazy/uncreative to really lean into the magical abilities of the party, when I could think of many ways to use them without breaking the plot. Only real complaint, even though I used a lot of words to say it. Movie was otherwise very enjoyable and really felt like D&D.

#dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #honor among thieves

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lothrilzul · 1 year

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🖊 and Thenasto (TELL ME ABOUT YOUR GODWOKEN TELL ME EVERYTHING MWHAHAHAHA)

So, Thenasto, or Tendon as the shipmates came to knew him aboard the Merryweather, was free elf by the time the Magisters caught him. He was leading a one-elf healing clinic where he sometimes worked for free if people were unable to pay. He accepted trade, food, whatever. That’s where he met the other custom Godwoken of his story, Lady Arne, who was my Husband’s custom character.

As a young elf, he lived in the edge of the Homeland, near a human village where his father was helping the humans with the burials. He literally grew up in a cemetery but it never bothered him. He learned a lot about death, customs, rituals, respect, loss and the Hall of the Echoes was a very interesting thing for him. He also was curious about Source, but he didn’t connect the two yet.

When he was a little older, he had a crush/girlfriend, I don’t how serious it was, but they had a pet squirrel. Only, the squirrel died and he was grieving the poor innocent creature so much, that he somehow brought it back. It was not the same, and eventually not more than a walking (albeit happy) skeleton and the girl was terrified. Of both of them. She screamed and yelled and sent him away. With his broken heart, he ran from home, never to return.

He wandered the forests, silent at first, and then he came to peace with his talents. He vowed never to use these skills as offense, only in self defense, and only if there was nothing else he could do. He was also talented in Hydrosophist spells, so he focused mostly on those. He learned some ice magic, but it was healing that interested him most.

And scholarly stuff. He is a reader and a talented singer. Every night, he would walk the forest and sing to the creatures or the Moon. I know it’s cliche but he really was a pure dumb idiot like that.

So one day, during the New Moon, lizard slavers captured him and it was his voice that saved him. He never stopped singing and didn’t resist. He liked living, even if he wasn’t free. He was immediately put to a different wagon, into a more expensive cage essentially and was sold to the highest bidder. The slavers were paid well for the find.

His first owner was a pleasure garden. He had pretty good life there, the ‘birds’ were respected by the owner, were allowed to refuse clients and most often didn’t even need to perform sexual acts. It was mostly mild things, think courtesan or geisha. They were expensive escorts, not cheap things. It was a prestige to hire a bird and if a client was not behaving they found themselves banned from the garden.

One day, a wealthy human woman came to the garden to buy a new book reader, because her eye sight was failing and her previous one just died. (You know, like you would buy a new e-book reader, I guess?) She quickly chose Thenasto because he spoke more than one language and could sing beautifully.

He continued to have a relatively happy life. He had everything but his freedom. They had fine clothes, free time, were free to leave the mansion and they loved the Lady. The Old Lady was nice, well, as nice as a slave-owner gets, but everyone someone enough owned slaved there.

Thenasto fell in love with a man named Sandor, the cook. The Old Lady allowed them, she said it brought happiness into the ‘big old house’.

But the Old Lady was, well, old and only had relatives that lived in countries where slavery was abolished, and urged her to free her lot, give them wages, but she said she was too old to change now and they’ll be free once she died. All of the relatives squarely refused owning slaves, all but one. So, when she died, everything she had, including all the ‘servants’ in the house, were inherited by her niece, who was the only one not refusing.

Now, the niece was everything but like the Old Lady. She was cruel and selfish. The last year of Thenasto’s slave-life was plain misery. The new lady was keen on showing them what slaves ‘deserved’, whippings were common as verbal abuse and so on. Sandor and Thenasto laid low, but they Lady found out. It led to Thenasto escaping via a literal bloodshed where he killed her, but also lost Sandor.

Since that event he could raise a bloated corpse, one of his starting spells. (Other is decaying touch, also used that night.) He used it only in self defense and was always horrified of it.

He had 3 owners in total, but I’m not sure how long his slave time was actually. He was free by the time the Fog devastated the Homeland and his last hope of seeing his family vanquished.

At that time, he never would’ve thought he will end up with the man he cursed so many times and he would be grateful for meeting him.

(Spelling these all out, I’m now embarrassingly aware how similar some of these elements are to the stories of Fenris and Anders from Dragon Age 2 and Zevran from Origins, but when I conjured it all up, it haven’t played these games yet. Yeah I’m a latecomer.)

So, where did this idea came from? I wanted to play an elf because I was tired of equipping the shapeshifting mask everytime. I chose male, because female elves terrified me personally. I still respect Sebille but hoo boy. She’s a presense, isn’t she? Thenasto sure agrees. Now, I always had a sweet spot for Necromancy since Heroes of Might and Magic III’s Necropolis and my D:OS Source Hunter was a Geomancer/Witchcraft girl, so I was kind of familiar with the playstyle.

Ah, and Thenasto is a well-read one and he craves old stories about Source users. Source Hunters, Arhu, Zandalor, Jahan, Cassandra and Braccus? He knows everything that was written down somewhere. Meeting Jahan, Arhu and Braccus in person was like a dream come true. Or a nightmare, in the latter case. (He personally almost worships my Source Hunter Busdra, even tho official texts claimed it was ‘Roderick and Scarlett’ or whatever, he always believed the ‘Busdra and Blossom’ version was true. That was what the elves taught to him. That was in the memories that he tasted.)

As for the romance? I didn’t even know this game had romance until I accidentally triggered Ifan with the ‘you know, lonely’ dialogue. I was done then and there. In a week I was shipping this boy so hard with Ifan my heart clenched. Because just imagine the possibilities! The back story was born soon and I’m currently 18k into their ‘idiots in love’ fic and half of it wasn’t even written. Or badly. It devolved from a violent climax to a totally tender one and I’m still polishing it to be good enough to share. It’s a quickly escalating thing, really, much like my real falling in love was. ^^

Ifan, as we know, can be in love with the player since the moment they meet on the ship, and I am on board with that. He saw this graceful parrot with his mohawk, soft words and kind soul and went: that’s the one. Thenasto didn’t need much more than a boop on the nose either.

Neither of them was comfortable prodding the other much tho, both thought the other deserved better. Thenasto was not proud of his past as a slave, especially as that kind of slave and well, we know Ifan’s story. It is extra angsty with an elf.)

Lady Arne and the Red Prince (the rest of the party, Hubbo’s characters) were doing their best to make these two idiots realize what they felt before they left Reaper’s coast. They succeeded, bless them.

We finished our game by sharing the source with everyone, but their canon is that Lady Arne became the New Divine in Lucian’s place. This was more or less satisfactory for everyone. Neither Thenasto nor Ifan really ever wanted it, and none of them wanted to outlive or outstrong the other, so they trusted Arne. Turns out, she is much better than Lucian. The only downside was losing Afrit for Ifan.

Thenasto and Ifan went on about the forest rehabilitation project and lived happily ever after. (Or not, but that’s a different story, and I’m still working on that.)

#thenasto #thenasto & ifan #lothril answers asks #;;I hope this was as coherent as I believe it is #;;thank you for the ask!#;;sorry if typoes

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jumblejen · 2 years

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We Were Always Going to End Up Together

Suptober 22, Day 1: Maze/Maize

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008

“Explain to me again why we’re doing this.”

“Oh don’t be such a fuddy-duddy. Get into the spirit of the season!”

Dean glanced at Charlie, a big grin spread across her face. “I am in the spirit. I’ve got pumpkins and everything at my place. Why didn’t you drag Sam’s ass here? He’s the one who hates Halloween.”

“Because Sam is a lost cause. You, however, are on the verge of becoming a shut-in. When’s the last time you went out?”

“I go to work. I go to the store. I went to your place last weekend, thank you very much.”

“Dean that’s like three places and none of them really count as going out. “

Dean sighed. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He didn’t try to hide his irritation.

“Oh get over yourself. It’s a beautiful night.”

“And we’re spending it standing in a muddy field with a bunch of other chumps waiting to go through a corn maze.”

“A haunted corn maze!”

“You are way too cheerful about that.”

“C’mon Dean. Can’t you get your head out of your ass for one night and just pretend that the world could have some pretty cool stuff in it.”

Dean shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, okay. Sorry Charlie. I’ll be a better sport.”

“Good. And maybe I’ll buy you a pie on the way out.”

Dean’s smile was more genuine this time. “Pie is always a good idea.”

They shuffled forward in line until they could at last pay for the tickets. Entrance to the maze proper was staggered so that it wasn’t a huge clump of people entering all at once. Dean had to hand it to Charlie, she had picked an awesome night to do this. The air was crisp, but not so cold that they huddled together for warmth. Even with the light pollution, Dean could still make out a handful of stars, and the crescent moon shone brightly. He always liked the moon.

Plus they were handing out tiny paper cups of hot apple cider, which Dean could see was both to keep the waiting folks less irritable and to advertise the gallon jugs Dean was sure would be for sale on the way out, which he made a mental note to pick up for himself.

“Come on Dean! It’s our turn!” Charlie sounded like a little kid and Dean let that happy spirit infect him too.

Dean tossed their empty cups in a convenient trash can as they approached the entrance. Dean reached for Charlie’s hand, excitement pouring out of him as affection. With a hiss Charlie drew her hand back.

“What’s going on, Red?”

“Carpal tunnel.”

“Damn. Sorry.”

“I know you’re secretly all touchy-feely.”

“Not if it’s going to hurt you!”

“Here, Dean.” Charlie held out the empty arm of her jacket that was tied around her waist. “You can hold onto this instead.”

Dean happily held the sleeve of Charlie’s coat, though he couldn’t resist bopping her with it a few times, just so she knew it was him.

The corn maze was pretty tame at first, full of fake spiderwebs and cheerful looking scarecrows, the walkways brightly lit. They chose their path randomly until they came to a different section. This part of the maze had what looked like another entrance, but full of moving shadows and creepy noises.

“Oooh this is the scary part of the maze!”

“So what, you can keep going down the path here or go into the really scary part?”

“Yeah they do it so the little kids can do the maze without getting too scared, but then this part is supposed to be way more intense.”

“So we’re going for more intense?”

“Come on Dean.”

As Charlie led them through the second entrance Dean felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. He was not really on board with this. Sure, he loved scary movies, the more ridiculous the better. But that was always from the safety of his Dean-cave, or in a theater surrounded by other idiots with popcorn and candy. Out here was something else. Sure, he knew that they wouldn’t let real axe murderers run around, but how often do people know who axe murderers are before they start slicing and dicing? He wouldn’t say he was scared exactly, but he didn’t like the way Charlie’s eyes had gleamed when she saw they found this part.

Dean let Charlie take the lead. From what his internal compass said, they were headed in no way back towards the entrance, but Charlie wanted to have fun and explore and it’s not like they had plans after this besides buy cider and pie.

The first time someone jumped out at Dean, he was not proud of the shriek that involuntarily left his lips. The fear on Charlie’s face was quickly wiped out by laughter.

“That was scary,” insisted Dean, tugging her coat sleeve for emphasis.

They kept walking, sometimes taking turns, sometimes backtracking. Dean could not recover his equilibrium. The way the corn rustled, sometimes without the presence of any wind. The piped in sounds of screams and scratching and growls sounded a little too realistic. He kinda missed the days when it was possible to tell the difference between real noises and recordings. Then there were the shadows. Bad enough that the lighting was haphazard and dim, but the shadows were worse. After the first guy jumped out at them (and ran laughing down the row past them) Dean noticed that there must be more people lurking in the corn with how sometimes the shadows were just wrong. Sometimes they poked their heads out of the corn to giggle or shout “boo” at them. Other times it was just a hand shaking the edges of the corn, or set pieces released and retracted across their path. Dean was beginning to be incredibly uncomfortable, like a buzzing in his skin. He was pretty sure he was going to exercise movie-choosing-rights over Charlie for a month after putting up with this. Was she actually having fun?

And then three figures leapt out of the corn yelling, one behind, one in front, and one to the left. Charlie and Dean both yelled in surprise, Dean accidentally dropping Charlie’s sleeve. He’d had enough of this. Feeling like his heart was in his throat, Dean blindly reached for Charlie’s sleeve and tugged her down the row to the left, past one of the performers.

“C’mon Red!”

They ran until they reached the next pitiful pool of light and Dean dropped the coat sleeve, leaning over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath more from the fright than from the exertion. He looked up at Charlie and promptly fell on his ass at the sight of the man standing before him. “Oh,” was all Dean could manage to squeak out.

To be continued...

#suptober22 #destiel #corn maze #something at first sight #charlie is a good friend #dean is trying to be a person #chapter 1 #going to be a chapter for each prompt #@winchester-reload

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bellasdragons · 2 years

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New(ish) dragons!

I actually have more (will share them later) but these all have names (thank you previous owners!) so - showing them off now! No lore at the moment, and maybe never, but I like looking at them and that’s good enough! c:

(some ramblings on each below the cut)

First row:

Horizon - I’ve had him for a while now, gifted from a kind user. I had actually initially expressed interest in his sister but she’d been claimed, and was offered Horizon here. And I’m so glad, because he’s so pretty! I actually only *just* did stuff with him (including name), hence why I’m showing him now - he was originally a mirror with Shimmer, and I was going to change Petals to something else (I love Shimmer, and hate regening it :’)) but I finally sucked it up, and the result is fantastic. Might swap out the book for something else, but it’s good for now.

Beach - I was pinged for oldies, and even though I don’t have anywhere near enough to buy, I checked out the thread, and this not-so-old dragon was there too, and I LOVED the colors. Paid more than I’d wanted, but that’s okay since it saved a breeding project, and I’m okay with Shadow eyes. I’d like to find something for the wings, but everything so far has been too busy. I wish we had something like the Bone Chimes apparel, but shells or something,

Araora - Also kindly given to me by a lovely person, she’s not a dragon I’d normally be interested in but I really loved the rainbow effect??? I tried to reflect that in apparel, but will likely redo it. Maybe. It’s kinda fun, if chaotic. c:

Second Row:

All of these dragons actually were bought from the same person, but I couldn’t resist - look how pretty they are!

Tansy is the most likely to get a makeover, as I’m not 100% satisfied with the apparel, but her colors are <3

Swertia was actually not supposed to have such heavy apparel (look at those colors! Can you believe that’s Honey for her primary?!) but the garden trousers matched her wings SO well when throwing random things on her, I wanted to try using them. The tailcoat, flame collar, and waistcoat layered really nicely too (and sort of hide the fluff problem when you put shirts on tundras). She kind of gives me an adventurer vibe now, so I gave her the Enchanted Dungeon scene and Infatuated Slarg familiar, haha~

Folium also was supposed to be simpler with apparel (and they are, sorta), but I had fun layering, and like the result. Kinda got a retro vibe from them, and attempted to reflect that but I don’t know if it was successful. xD

#dragon share #Clan of the Featherfall Reaches #(even though they aren't lore dragons :P)#c:Horizon #c:Beach #c:Araora #c:Tansy #c:Swertia #c:Folium

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cesium-sheep · 8 months

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went to joanns with mom, we got paint supplies and fabric and glitter, and arin got a cross stitch kit. then we went to the office depot that's shutting down and she had to spend most of it sitting, the only useful thing they really had was a couple little sign display stand and a business card stand. she was being kind pushy about not wanting to eat at the food court for dinner even though she'd previously agreed, so I was like fucking fine we'll go to cheesecake factory they might outdoor seating but since you're parked here we'll do some mall stuff first. we stopped by the candy store and didn't walk around all that thoroughly but she was excited about them having a specific uk candy bar and they also had violet and rose candies she got me. (and a tin of the violets for sean too. I'm eating them now, they're good.) then we went to miniso to look at everything, I got a hair brush and some new hello kitty marshmallows that I hadn't tried before (chocolate) and she got some for herself to try (mango and strawberry, I think the mango is better), and at the last minute I also grabbed a blind box figure that I haven't opened yet. it's a sanrio one and they're on a little rocking horse, they're really heavy solid quality. then matt and arin went to lush with me, she couldn't go in because the fragrances are too concentrated when it's the whole store. I got a bath bomb and a bubble bar from the new halloween collection, and arin got some of her beloved soap. (mom said she'd be willing to pay for it, and she's been encouraging us to pick stuff out in general, but matt paid for our stuff from lush to make it easier for her.) then we went to cheesecake factory and they did not actually have outdoor seating and takeout would take 45 minutes, so matt found a thai place near their hotel and went to pick it up. jeff and I talked crafts while arin and mom loaded my auction winnings and the sweaters nana made into arin's car, then they came in to hang out. matt got food and plates and helped jeff carry drinks, then arin ate too fast and choked herself and it was a whole Thing but she's fine now.

I did also eventually convince mom to try out my rollator tomorrow, just to see if it works for her, cuz she had to take so many breaks and stuff. which was a frustrating process. jeff at least was using his cane today. their heavy resistance to mobility aids feels especially shortsighted and rude when. I'm literally sitting there in my wheelchair.

matt was pretty quiet while we were at the mall but when we were eating at the hotel room he was being very gregarious, they seem to enjoy him. overall kinda stressful day. she's very enthusiastic about buying us things because she hasn't gotten to go shopping with us in so long but I'm tired and I feel out of step with how much I'm allowed to ask for.

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1000-directions · 2 years

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good stuff 8-2-22

the bad stuff at work continues but we finally have a PLAN and i am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. i mean it’s still a long ass tunnel but at least it’s not a cave anymore.

i made my stir fry! it has brown rice and green beans and my baby bok choy and a white bell pepper and eggs and a sauce i made from soy sauce and sriracha and sesame oil and maple syrup and lime juice. yum!!! prepping everything was so satisfying and it turned out very nice. i am so iffy on peppers in general but the white pepper smelled so good and i was very intrigued by the look of it, and it cooked so nice and tasted really good.

i have felt almost like a compulsion recently to buy a carrot cake and eat the entire thing by myself like a lil gremlin, and today i finally stopped resisting and bought myself a whole ass carrot cake and it is DELICIOUS. i am v excited to graze on it all week. carrot cake for breakfast!!!!!

my cousin texted me and we caught up a little bit and made plans to hang out next week!! we used to hang out all the time before she had kids, and i miss that, but i’m really excited to see her!

[image description: an overhead photograph of produce laid out on a cutting board, including a very pale yellow bell pepper, a pile of fresh green beans on a paper towel, two baby bok choys, and an onion. there is a stark, satisfying contrast between the pale pepper and onion and the more vibrant green vegetables. end id.]

#good stuff 2k22 #little victories #food cw #disordered eating #farm box

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kitcat992 · 2 years

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│Identity Saga │Narrative Discourse (Tony Stark & Peter Parker's influence)

Identity Saga

Identity Crisis: Chapter 22│ Welcome to Wakanda

“You’re in your suit.”

The observation was more than just a truism. It was redundant. As obvious as saying the skies they flew across were blue, or that Clint had counted the arrows in his quiver exactly thirteen times since they took off.

And yet Tony knew why.

“Precautionary measures,” he insisted, as casually as he possibly could. The breezy tone wasn’t fooling anyone, not that he cared what anyone but Peter thought.

When he saw the kid wasn’t buying it, he threw out a dismissive wave.

“Don’t sweat the small stuff.” The panel on his forearm closed shut, hiding the oval shaped device from view. “We’re only playing it safe. Just want to make sure this little importune flight is smooth sailing from take-off to landing. After all, we’re still not one-hundred-percent sure on what triggers the...other side of you.”

The scoff from Bruce came out loud and clear.

“How ironic,” he mumbled, fiddling with a IV line that trailed back to Peter’s arm.

Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes — and it was a hard resist at that, he could feel the muscles twitch across his eyelids. An armored hand laid across Bruce’s back and he squeezed gently to get the scientist’s attention.

“Now, now, Brucey-bear,” he started, earning a not-so-friendly look from Bruce. “I know you like all the attention, but we already figured out what your buttons are. And when not to push them. We have two Jekyll and Hyde’s now, and one of them isn’t playing very nicely. You’ll just have to share the spotlight.”

Bruce sighed, annoyed and frustrated, and worryingly of all, slightly angry.

“We both know I shouldn’t be here, Tony.” He dropped the line of the IV in favor of stroking his thumb across his temple. If he pressed any harder, he would have left an indent in his skin. “It’s too dangerous. If that symbiote comes out and I’m near —”

“It’ll be fine,” Tony was all too quick to interrupt, and definitely the reason that Bruce started taking deep, controlled breaths. “No code greens, promise. Pinky promise, if you want. Kid says those are law binding. Top notch, as good as it gets.”

Bruce didn’t look the least bit persuaded. And he absolutely didn’t take Tony’s outstretched, armored pinky finger when shoved his way.

Identity Crisis: Chapter 30 │ All In The Family

T’Challa’s words rang in Tony’s head, even as the music blared from ahead. Fate was a tricky word for him. Religion and faith and everything that fell into that pot — even after all the trials life had put him through, he still couldn’t find the straight answer that suited him. The universe was simply far too vast for that.

As the song started up, he watched while Wanda grabbed Peter’s arm with both her hands and pulled him off the bed. The bass was too loud to hear their laughter, but the way their eyes crinkled and their mouths fell open was more than enough.

Shuri fell into hysterics as Wanda tried — tried — to dance with Peter.

The kid was doomed with two left feet.

A chuckle rattled his shoulders, enough that Tony lowered his chin to his chest until the moment passed.

If this is what believing in fate got him...maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

The procession of lights reflected in his peripheral, and Tony turned to his arm — half the length of the kinetic skeleton visible through the short-sleeved Black Sabbath shirt he wore.

He cleared his throat, side-eyeing T’Challa even with his head bowed low.

“You’re not going to let me leave with this thing on, are you?” Tony asked, but it wasn’t really a question.

The smile that T’Challa wore answered him long before his words ever did.

“No.” T’Challa didn’t bother looking at Tony, not even as a single finger pointed down the way they came from. “The doctors will be waiting for you down the hall to remove it.”

Tony snapped his fingers and clucked his tongue, feigned disappointment mixing with real, albeit hidden, disappointment. He only took a few steps away from T’Challa before spinning back around on his heels.

“What if I promise not to market and sell it?” he asked — again, not really a question. Not when he already knew the answer. “Pinky promise? Kid says those are law binding.”

Tony tried offering T’Challa his pinky finger — from his once-injured arm, still gloved and wrapped in kinetic mesh.

T’Challa turned slightly to face him, his expression holding every word in the English dictionary. And some in Xhosa that Tony was slowly starting to learn.

Identity Crisis: Chapter 31 │ In A Quiet Lagoon, Devils Dwell

Turning away from the window, Peter saw Tony looking at him — really looking at him, the blue LEDs of the dashboard highlighting every stress line etched across his face. The concern that painted his expression didn’t go unnoticed.

It sucked leaving Harry like that. But it sucked even more making Mr. Stark worry the way he was.

“I’m good,” Peter insisted, a nod following suit. “Really, I’ll be okay.”

There was enough truth to his words that Peter didn’t feel like he was lying. He was being honest, after all. As much as he wanted to rebuild a friendship with Harry, Mr. Stark was right — the Avengers were right.

It was too dangerous.

He did what he had to do.

Didn’t mean it didn’t suck, though.

Tony’s eyebrow twitched, just by a centimeter; the smallest movement saying hundreds of words without vocalizing any of them. A look of disbelief and doubt.

Peter let himself relax, his smile warming at the edges.

“Pinky promise?” Peter outstretched his arm, every finger but his pinky curled into his palm, the smallest digit offered Tony’s way without hesitation. “It’s law binding, you know.”

Though Tony didn’t lose his expression of leeriness, like Peter, it softened at the edges. He rolled his eyes hard enough to join the wet leaves on the floor-mats of the car.

Yet even with the eye-roll, Tony offered Peter his pinky finger, clasping it in a firm hold until Peter’s smile became a bit more genuine. Only then did he return his hands to the steering wheel.

“Come on,” Tony said, one hand shifting the car into gear as the other flipped on the high-beams to the headlights. “Let’s head back upstate. Pick up some Szechuan Bean Curd on the way, what do you say?”

#irondad #spiderson #irondad & spiderson #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark & peter parker #fanfiction #fanfic #fic discourse #don't mind me just rambling on about the fanfic that has taken up 99% of my free time for the last 4 years

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