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marchsfreakshow · 2 months

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It's A Sin [Jimmy Darling]

Angst. Maybe a good ending.

Dandy stole you. That's what Jimmy thinks anyway. You wanted to take a break, and you left the Freakshow for a while. In that time, Dandy wooed you. You didn't come back. Even if you did, Dandy wouldn't let you.

I'm so sorry for this, I just thought of it and thought it would be good to get back into writing for Jimmy<3

No one's perspective

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Weeks passed.

Months.

You hadn't come back.

"leave it, Jimmy. Seriously...they would've come back by now." Eve mentioned. But he couldn't. He couldn't just live his life without you to help him and live by his side. Fucking Dandy.

Jimmy sat by the ticket booth, day after day. Not eating, drinking, not even looking back once. Still with a glint of hope in his eyes that you would come back. Back into his arms, and into the Freakshow where you belonged. He held the picture of you in his hands, always. Standing with Elsa and Ma Petite, performing together, smiling the night away. But Dandy just couldn't help himself.

He couldn't stop himself from wooing you with the possibility of a warm meal and a fluffy bed every single night. Being with a man who won't be charmed by other women and was 'normal'. You defended Jimmy at first, saying how he was as normal as you or I. But the baby wasn't having it. He stomped around screaming nothing until he picked you up and threw you in the car. "You're mine now." He seethed. You spat and tugged at the car door. Locked. A shit-eating grin appeared on his face when you realised you couldn't get out.

The drive was silent and awkward. You muttered insults. Dandy ignored. But when you got to the manor, you ran. You ran as far as you could. Away from Dandy.

That's what Jimmy hoped anyway. He hoped you were running. Back towards your home. In reality, you were swooned ever so slightly. You were Dandy's now. Sleeping in a plush, big bed every night with a warm breakfast in bed in the morning. You could live like this forever. Everything you ever wanted, right at your fingertips. Where was your Jimmy in your mind? The last thought in your mind when you fall asleep at night. How he could also be happy like this, but he refuses.

Every single thing about you was missed. It was starting to feel wrong. To love you and miss you so much. Heartache, heartbroken, lost. Desperately waiting and searching for you every morning. Waking up every morning wishing you were still asleep in his arms, missing the way you kissed him so gently, and how Motherly you were with Pepper and Salty. Pepper cried when she realised you were gone. One of the kindest souls, abandoned her, more heartbreak. Jimmy felt guilty for you. He couldn't look them in the eyes anymore. The man spent hours staring at your photos, missing your pretty laugh more day after day.

"I miss them so badly..."

"I know Jimmy. I know. But there's no point sittin' and mopin' around in front of the tent all day. Come eat."

"go away Ma.."

He couldn't bear to look his mother in the eyes. He was betraying everyone, but he wanted nothing more than to see you running towards him on the road, jumping into his safe, protective arms once again, and being back home. She sighed, and just turned away, walking back into the Freakshow tent.

Time passed.

A cold October night.

No one around here, no one there.

Breaths, and slowing down footsteps. A lit-up sign in front of their eyes. 1am. No one behind them, to the right, left or in front of. No car following them quietly. Opening the curtains, they walked in. Radio silence. It felt like they had to walk on air. Everything was the way it was when they left. When they walked out of the door, and out of the freaks' lives. You heard your beloved nickname. "Schön..?" Elsa asked quietly, standing in shock. Whether it was happy or angry shock you didn't know until she rushed to you, a grip around your tired body pulling you up. "Mein gott.. schieße.." German mutters and swears.

"I never shoulda left Elsa. Darl', I'm so sorry.." you whispered into her shoulder, knowing to hold in your tears. Both of you spoke for what felt like hours, and now you were standing by the stage, waiting for Elsa to signal you.

"seriously Elsa? This has to happen now?" You missed his voice. You felt like putty already, but you silently coughed and stood up straight.

"Yes! It cannot wait any longer." Jimmy tiredly chuckled. Oh, how you could be a puddle right now, entranced by him just like you were when you were first introduced to him. Lights cut, you stepped onto the stage with shaky legs and hands, facing the wall. The sudden awareness of lights made. You take a deep, incredibly shaky breath. Jimmy recognised you instantly. He stood up, anger, confusion, and love filling his brain. And in a second, you spun on your heel. Eyes meeting eyes. Seeing the sadness in Jimmy's look made you want to fade into the wall and never address him ever again. He muttered your name as the urge to fall to your knees grew.

"Jimmy.." you muttered back, half smiling. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You were almost cut off as Jimmy jumped to meet you on the stage, holding your hands tightly.

"Why? Why Dandy? Of all fuckin' people?"

"Because I was selfish." You looked away at the ground, feeling too guilty to ever look in his eyes again. "I was fucking selfish and lacked judgement. This is home." A hug was the last thing you expected as a response, but Jimmy held you tight, what you had craved for the last two months. He sobbed into your shoulder, and everything hit you like a freight truck. Hearing the one you loved to cry, realising how badly you fucked up. It made you burst, gripping the loose fabric on his back.

"Jimmy Darling, darling, I never shoulda left you. I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"My pretty sweetheart.." he muttered, holding your face, both your eyes and his, glassy. And a kiss. One like never before. Desperate hands around his neck, your back, weak knees, small giggles and smiles. Being held by the one who gave you the world despite everything. This felt right.

"I'm so glad Elsa woke me up." He chuckled, resting his forehead on yours.

"I'm glad I came back."

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Tagging: @taintandviolent @babygorewhore @slvt4jamesmarch

#ahs #evan peters #american horror story #jimmy darling #ahs freakshow #freakshow #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling x you #angst with happy ending #angst #ahs imagine #Jimmy Darling angst #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #x reader #Spotify

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spiderlegeyelashes · 2 months

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my g3 elissabat designs :3

some of my ideas for her character under cut

i think it would be fun if she got turned into a vampire as a teen actress in hollywood some 100 years ago, bitten by someone she doesn't know. for these 100 years she has had no idea there's a monster society out there, and she's just been living as this cool immortal vampire, getting a bit of a superiority complex for being so old and powerful and Different. being this super special vampire became a big part of her personality! then though she found out about monster high (i don't really care atm how, i'm just playing), and she enrolled because well she never even finished school since she got kinda turned as a teenager, so it would be a good idea to go back to hs at least. and oh man there she finds out there's a whole monster society out there, and in fact she's actually SUUPER young for an immortal, like draculaura is 1600 (and also the fact that most vampires in monster society are generally born vampires, since it's taboo to turn someone and anyway turned vampires often just. never find out there's a monster society out there anyway, living in hiding god knows how long. maybe elissabat found out bc she lives a bit lavishly and someone figured out she's a vampire and helped her out? i dunno) so now she's been HUMBLED, after 100 years of seeing herself as a powerful old immortal being she suddenly finds out she's actually a complete noob and a bit of an outsider since she used to be human. i think it could be cute to have her have an arc where she gets over her old superiority complex and accepts that the fact that she isn't better than other people doesn't make her worse than them either, that life isn't a competition. maybe somethjng fun could be done with the vampire heart storyline, but idk i dont feel like thinking about it much, it made hardly any sense in the movie and i definitely want to scrap the whole Vampire Queen idea. but yeah! that's my elissabat, i had fun with her :3 <3 oh and i think her and operetta would be friends and maybe gfs, i think operetta would totally be a theatre kid and she'd think elissabat being an actual ex actress would be SOO COOOOLLL

sorry for the lack of coherence in this i'm sick and i'm tired i wrote this at 1am♥️

#my art #elissabat #monster high #monster high g3

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kingslimeball · 3 months

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Living in a Bush

Kurt Kunkle x male!reader

Requested by; @batzfailz

Contents; Fluff

Summary; M/n gets in Kurt's spree before recognising his childhood bestfriend.

Kurt bobs his head along to the music in his car while he sits on his phone. He's been driving people around on spree all day, but just now he's started to get tired. One more. He keeps on telling himself. Just one more, then I'll go home. There's been seven one mores.

The wait for one more passenger seems to be forever. There's no shock to it, though. It's the middle of winter and it's almost 1am. Kurt puts his car into drive, about to give up and drive home, but he gets a notification from his phone. One more.

He instantly clicks on accepting the passenger and puts his phone down. He doesn't really care who he picks up. He's just excited to talk to one last person. He follows the directions, and pulls up to where he hopes the person he's getting is.

Kurt lowers the window and sticks his head out to look for who he's getting. Nobody around. Strange. Kurt jumps and almost yells when he hears the door open and close behind him. He twists around with a smile to see what kind of person he's picked up this time.

"Hey, my name's Kurt!" He introduces like usual. But something seems different. He feels like he knows the boy sitting in his backseat and he can't quite place it. He opens his mouth to ask if he knows him, but the boy has already started talking.

"Nice to meet you, man. I'm so glad you could pick me up, like– you would not believe the day I've had." The boy starts. Kurt turns around and looks at his phone. He starts to drive with the directions from the app.

"I went over to my friend's for a chat, right? And she ended up inviting every damn person she knew, so it ended up a fuckin' party when I was not after that. But then her dog ran out because someone left the door open and everyone went out to find it and..."

Kurt's mind channels out the boy's non-stop talking as he stares at the name on his phone. M/n. He knows this guy from somewhere. But he just can't figure out where. He dives real deep into his memory, but can't find anything.

He looks into the rear view mirror and stares at M/n for a moment. Not to be creepy, but as if trying to solve the puzzle. Solve the puzzle.

While their parent's chat away, incoherent to their little ears, the two boys sit on the floor, rummaging through a pile of puzzle pieces to try and complete it. There are only few pieces layed out already. Neither of them can seem to figure out what next.

"Kurt, seriously, kid? You got the right piece in your hand." His dad says, pointing at where it should go. All the parents look his way. A small Kurt looks at the piece in his hand and looks at the floor. He fits it in place, looking rather proud of himself after. The small M/n looks just as proud of him, like he's just changed the world.

M/n! Kurt smiles to himself as he remembers his childhood friend. He looks in the rear view mirror again. He wants to tell him about it, but M/n just keeps on going on. It's like he doesn't stop. Kurt hears a slight pause and quickly jumps in.

"Hey, uh! I think I know you." Kurt says quickly, not wanting to let M/n start rambling again. He glances over his shoulder at him with a smile, hoping he remembers.

"...I don't think so, man." M/n replies, looking directly at Kurt, as if to try and remember his face.

"I think so." Kurt replies. "When we were kids... we went to school together... our parents were friends.. but I moved away. Kurt!"

M/n's face changes very quickly. "Woah! Oh my god, Kurt? Like, Kunkle? No way!"

"See, I told you!"

"Wow, I couldn't even recognise you. Sorry about that, man." M/n laughs, more out of embarrassment. Kurt shrugs, not taking any offence to it. "I guess it's the hair..?"

"It's all good. I wouldn't recognise me either, so it's okay."

Kurt runs around the garden, searching every perimeter. He spots a bush rustle, and he narrows his eyes. He slowly approaches, grabbing a toy sword on the way to prod at the bush. It rustles again, and Kurt giggles.

"Are you in there?" Kurt asks, sticking the sword further in. The "ow!" That comes from the bush proves him right. Kurt lowers down and crawls into the bush. He finds M/n curled up inside. He playfully gives him a push.

"Found ya!" Kurt exclaims, curling up with M/n in the bush. "It's nice in here, isn't it?"

"I don't really wanna leave." M/n nods in agreement.

"We could stay here forever." Kurt suggests, confidence in his gentle voice. "My parents can have the house, it's fine."

"Really? That sounds so fun!" M/n replies excitedly. They both giggle, Kurt's dirty blond hair becoming ruffled by the lose twigs. "Boys! Dinner is ready!" It's Kurt's mother.

"Shh! shh! shh!" "Quiet!"

Kurt had pulled over somewhere, anywhere, it doesn't matter. He's climbed into the back so he can catch up with M/n after so long.

"So what brings you to Azusa?" Kurt asks.

"I moved out, but it's more affordable here, so..." M/n shrugs.

"You have your own place!? That's crazy, man. I'm still at my parents'." Kurt replies, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's crazy we're not living in a Bush together, right?" M/n jokes.

"Oh my god! You remember that?" Kurt laughs. "We were so sure we'd stay out there forever."

"The rain kinda put me off, to be honest." M/n chuckles.

The laughter dies down, and they're left with a silence. Not exactly awkward, but unreadable. Neither can quite tell what's going on as they stare into each other's eyes.

"I missed you." Kurt admits, breaking the silence. What he intended to say was "How's life treating you?" . But, his mouth has betrayed him.

M/n is flattered. He doesn't know how to react at first, just making sounds between a laugh and a heavy exhale. "I missed you, too."

Kurt stands by his family car as he stares into M/n's eyes. Tears have already escaped down his face. His parents are moving back and forth from the house to the trunk with bags.

"You're leaving?" M/n is crying now, too.

"I didn't know." Kurt admits, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"You can't leave.."

"I'm sorry!" Kurt cries out as they both dash into each other's arms, sobs escaping from both of them. Kurt's parents awkwardly try to step around them as they hug and cry for what seems to be a little too long.

"C'mon, kid. We're going." Kurt's dad says, opening the door and nodding towards it to try and get Kurt to hurry up.

Kurt looks back to M/n. It's the hardest decision of his life so far, even when it's not a decision that he can even make. He can't choose to stay, as much as he wants to. He slowly steps back from M/n, their arms falling limp from each other.

"I'll never forget you." Kurt promises.

"I won't forget you either."

"I'll find you. I know I will." He says, looking over his shoulder as he gets in the car. Kurt's dad slams the door shut, and gets in the car, too. The car gradually starts to drive into the distance, but M/n chases after as fast as his little legs can carry him. Which, ultimately, is not very fast. He trips over a pothole and hits the asphalt on his forearms and chest. He lifts his head in a whip, not caring about the physical pain, but the emotional.

He makes eye contact with Kurt through the back window as the car disappears from sight.

"I, uh– Really don't wanna say goodbye again, y'know. So I was wondering.." Kurt murmurs quietly, feeling too awkward to spit the words out he needs.

"Are you gonna ask for my number?" M/n said it for him, which is a huge relief. Kurt points and nods.

"Yeah, that!"

"I'd love for you go have it." M/n assures, making sure Kurt doesn't feel nervous about this. They exchange numbers and save their contacts, making sure they've got it right before anything else.

"Haha... uh... maybe we could go out sometime?" Kurt questions.

"Like a date?"

"Like a date, yeah!"

The boys had snuck into M/n's sister's room. It's much different to their usual hangout spots, but they're too young to care.

Kurt sits at the small, child's table, pushing a teddy bear out the way, and M/n sits opposite. They pretend to sip tea from the empty teacups, discussing all sorts of things that go on in their underdeveloped minds.

"I brought you to this restaurant to ask you something." M/n says, getting off the chair and standing by the table. He slowly sinks onto one knee. "Kurt, will you marry me?" He asks with a haribo ring.

Kurt feigns an overdramatic gasp. He nods. "Yes, yes, yes!" He stands from the table and M/n puts the ring on the wrong finger, but neither notice. They jump about, holding onto each other.

"What are you boys so happy about?" M/n's mother asks as she enters to put some clothes away into the sister's wardrobe.

"I'm gonna marry Kurt!" "We're getting married!"

"That's nice, boys."

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x male reader #joe keery #Spotify

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poppinspops · 29 days

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Treech dating headcannons

My opinions on how treech would be like in a relationship, in and out of the hunger games, meaning lamina didn't get picked!

kiss me is playing rn, It's so his song yall Trust!

Um... accidentally made a bit of a fanfic rather then a headcannon oneshot... oops??

Warnings: none really just bad Grammer and maybe spelling mistakes as it's like almost 1am and I'm too tired to look over this

before the hunger games back in D7

Treech and you met in grade school back when treech talked a whole lot more

Treech definitely was a big talker up until he hit twelve years old. He hardened a bit more and started working, being pulled out of school like a lot of kids his age usually did, like how you did.

You two shared your first kiss in a tree at the ripe age of twelve, that's when treech finally seemed to get what his father and mother would always tell him about meeting the right girl, how he'd want to cherish and protect her from everything and everyone

Just like how he felt right now looking at you with his small hands on yours, beet red in the cheeks just looking at you

Looking away as he thought back on his father's words, he now understood him better to a point still he couldn't fully grasp the whole thing but all that mattered to him was making you smile that big smile you always did when he made silly faces or when he picked up big logs of wood (not very big but still)

"Treech, when you meet the right girl-" his father started, but treech interrupted him like always his face scrunched up in disgust likr how boys usually acted when on the topic of girls at twelve "EW! I don't need a girl!" But treechs father just laughed at his son before continuing ruffling treechs hair a bit as the boy huffed. "You'll want to change to protect her. You'll want to spend every waking moment with her... you'll understand when your older" treech looked up at his dad with confusion, not quite understand what he meant in that moment

You worked for your father's lumber yard people sold you wood for coins, your father usually was there working the shop as you carved small little trinkets in the corner of the shop, treech would come in and sell the wood he had. Most of the time, if he had any free time in that moment, he'd come and sit next to you, watching you carve a small bird. He watched you intently smiling at your flustered face when you couldn't get the angle just right admiring your features from. The chair

When he relized his feelings for you after that kiss he started working not long after, his parents like many others pulling him out of school to go and chop wood for a living a 'lumberjack' was what you called him

And soon after he started callin you 'carver' for your wood carvings

He didn't speak much after that kiss but he seemed to spend every second of his free time to just stay by your side, even going as far as to put your shoes back on your feet when you'd take them off to run in a lake, making you blush and look away thanking him under your breath missing his slight smirk and dark eyes looking at you like you where his whole world.

He knew what his father truly meant by and even more wanting to devote himself to her and wanting for you to do the same for him.

It has taken a few years but finally you two got together when you were fourteen when you couldn't take it anymore and had run up to treech one day in the rain taking him by the shoulders and screaming your feelings at him.

You two where almost inseparable, it made your father smile as he saw you happily chatting away with your lover boy at the counter though he did always have to walk over and tell you to get back to work cuz chatting away with your lumberjack ain't making money you'd sigh and kiss treechs cheek before waving bye to him watching him quickly walk out the door ears slightly red.

The reapings and meeting the tributes

You had heared the man from the capital you couldn't remeber his name buy you did know that his clothes looked expensive, making you grit your teeth at how he smiled whilst talking about a literal death game they forced children to participate and die in.

You stood still as he called the female tribute first

The man on the stage cleared his mouth as he spoke Into the sqeaky mic flinching back a little at the noises the mic made before saying the female tribute of your district "Lamina" He spoke into the mic making your head spin around to a girl that was shaking like a leaf. She was a red haired girl just a year younger then you making you bit your lip as she shakingly walked out of the line the girls all stood in slowly walking up the dirt path looking around until her eyes met your own making you gulp before speaking up impulsively "i.. Lamina! I volunteer as tribute!" You hadn't thought that through at all. All you were thinking about were those scared eyes knowing she wouldnt last long in the arena or at least you thought she wohldnt, you didnt get to see the relieved look lamina had before you were grabbed and dragged onto the stage not getting the chance to walk your feet being dragged in the dirt the man in the fancy outfit looking surprised at you before coughing a bit and continuing

treechs' name got called soon after everyone was done being shocked at your 'stunt' or rather your act of compassion and pure kindness. You felt a tear drop down your cheek as you stared over at him from the other side of the stage, accidentally catching him looking at you with a terrified but also almost angry look

Treech didn't get the chance to say anything

You two where sitting in the old dirty train, your back against treechs front as you let tears fall down your cheeks at the situation you had just out yourself in.. almost regretting your choice to volunteer, almost.

Treech gad helped you out of the cattle car holding out his hand for you to use to hop out of the cattle car, he made sure you stuck to his side not letting his guard down looking around as the other tributes got out of the other parts of the cattle train or whatever you two had just been sitting for hours on.

You looked around and caught the gaze of a little girl and a boy next to her that only had one arm you waved at them the girl waving at you with a smile as the boy only nodded at you

Treech only stared at the others, not saying a word as he held your waist, tightening his grip when the Capitol guards would come too close to him and you

You two got ushered into another car along with the other district tributes, though you here seated next to the one-eyed boy from District 10. He'd been staring at you with his one eye his gaze harsh like he was trying to see if you where good enough to him the whole ride making you gulp and look away eyes back on treech and the District boy that snuck on the cart for who knows what

You had smirked when the boy had been pinned to the car wall by the tall boy named reaper, you already liked reaper you two had said a few sentences to each other 'surved him right capital filth.' You had thought as you clapped gleefully at this, treech gave you a look smirking. You two hadn't noticed that you both had caught the attention of a certain red-haired tribute

Okay ima end it here. My hand hurts, but umm.. may do a part two if yall want one anyways I accidentally made a fic instead of a headcannon, my bad..

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dragonridernoobie · 2 months

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hello! I was wondering if you could do some HCS (or a scenario idrc) of TFP Optimus x Fem reader (not human) who is a single mother?

Could it go something like where when Optimus first met the reader and her little one he would just help her out and understand the situation. But when he and the reader start interacting more he like slowly falls for her and her little one?

(Hope this makes sense, if not just delete or ignore this‼️) Ty!!<33

This is really fucking cute. I will try my best, also I know there's a human form in the Fandom, I can't remmber what it's called (it's 1am bare with me) so I'm gonna do that for some situations since a 30+ft robot playing house with a child....seems hard to do without breaking something XD. also you dident specified what age the kid so I'm throwing in a 4 year old boy. Hope you enjoy!!!!!!! <3

Request are still open

OptimusPrimeXSingleMotherReader

When optimus met (Y/N) and her son was when they where cought in the middle of a fight between the decepticons and autobots.

Optimus picks up (Y/N)'s car while they are still in it and runs into the autobot base.

Optimus explains why they are here, the people that attacked them, what happens now, and the story.

(Y/N)'s little kid spoke before (Y/N) and ran up to optimus

(Y/N)'s son: wow! You are big! Really big! I bet you are a giant robot like in power rangers! Have you beaten a mosnter?!

Optimus actually shows emotion when this happens by smiling

(Y/N) takes his hand and put him behind her. She apologized for him

Tho, optimus if fine with it, he love little ones.

Optimus offers to be (Y/N)'s and her son's guardian.

Later, optimus talks to (y/n), asking if they have a place to live and where's there mate.

(this is up to you)

(Y/N) explains there "so called mate" has (insert here)

Optimus feels bad but offers then a ride home.

On the ride home, (Y/N)'s son is having the time of his life, since he loves trucks and he was riding in one.

(Y/N) son: mama! Look, look, we are in a big robot! Optimus! Can you transfowm into anything else?

Optimus: no little one but I am happy you are enjoying yourself.

On the way, optimus talks to (Y/N)'s son and enjoying their company.

When they got home, the kid was knocked out from all the excitement they got.

(Y/N) thanked optimus for tiring out her kid.

Over the next few weeks of then being there, optimus took (Y/N)'s son out for drives when she needed a break.

He offers to babysit when (Y/N) needs to go to work or a errand.

The other autobots noticed, even ratchet. Because of this, he actually became a softy toward you and your son.

I can see him over at you're house when you are at work, when you come home, he is in his human form, playing power rangers with you're son.

I belive after maybe...2 years of you knowing him, he could come you and confess his feelings to you.

Optimus: (Y/N). Will you give me the honer to be the father of you're child and let me be you're new mate?

You obviously say yes.

Optimus will teach you're son Patients, wisdom, and more.

Oh, don't worry, he definitely gotten 1000000000000000% more protective of you and you're child.

If yiu are wondering about the team, yes. They love you're child to.

Also, you might have gained a new child, well, a few new childrean. And their names are Bumblebee and smokescreen

Bumblebee has a mother now (Yay!!!)

You bet you're son is best friends with bee.

Wheeljack is the best uncle

Ratchet is the best grandpa

Arcee is the best aunt

Bulkhead is the best uncle

UltraMagnus is the best grumpy uncle

Smokescreen is the best brother

Bumblebee is the best brother

Hope you enjoyed it!!!! Here is something funny

#transformers tfp #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #tfp ratchet #autobots #single mother #x reader

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groundzero-v · 2 months

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Titles tag game

Thank you @roalinda for tagging me! 💕

List the titles of your top 5 priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers)

An upcoming scene, event or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which of the top 5 wips are they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

Titles

1. Revenge *is* the answer (worktitle, Prongsfoot)

Set in a version of the wizarding world where ghosts work a bit differently, Sirius and James team up to hunt Peter Petigreew down.

Or: James comes back (sort of), breaks Sirius out of Azkaban (finally) and decides whoever betrayed them both doesn't deserve to live on.

2. Marauder's Guide to Saving the Wizarding World (Prongsfoot)

I suppose everyone is tired of me talking about this one, but it's my only published wip 😄 James and Sirius compete as a team in the Triwizard Tournament which sets things that were never supposed to happen in their time in motion. Marauders fight Voldemort AU!

Includes lots of Marauder banter, feels, questionable humour, prongsfoot moments and brand new tasks in the tournament

3. No title yet. Star Wars AU + transmigration* (Prongsfoot)

The Proud Immortal Sith Way was a webnovel with an average rating of 2.5. It was, quite frankly, a piece of shit. The only thing that kept James reading, day after day, was the main character, the Jedi turned Sith, Sirius Black.

Sirius' whole life was filled with misfortune and pain. Upon entering the Order he received nothing but distain and distrust from everyone around him, even from his Master. It was no wonder he turned to the Dark side when everyone was just a useless NPC!

'How is it fair that Sirius had to spend the rest of his life in misery after suffering this whole time?!!’ James wrote at 1AM into the comment section of yet another chapter that had Sirius traveling the galaxy and adding another one-chapter, useless love interest to his harem.

The same night, James died. When he woke up, he was in the novel, the words 'Fine, do better,' apprearing in front of his eyes before they blipped out of existence.

*((A variation of SVSS for those aware, but should be totally alright to read without any knowledge of SW or SVSS^^))

4. Fantasy/Knights of the Round table AU (Prongsfoot)

Fantasy, Arthur & Knights of the Round table AU. James in the place of Arthur, future king, and Sirius as Lancelot, his most loyal knight. Features sword-magic, epic adventures and magical creatures. A very much just a concept for now

An upcoming scene, event or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing:

1. Prongsfoot just...being feral for each other, absolute devotion to the max. They have finally reunited again and there's nothing that can stop them. Also just them...trespassing everywhere 😄 Besides that, definitely the confrontation with Peter!!

2. I'm pretty excited about the Second Task of the Tournament (and a bit scared since I had to create it, hopefully it's interesting). But other than that, to be very vague haha, Prongsfoot meeting Voldemort for the first time!🙈 (There is a line that started this whole fic that I have been waiting to use and its coming closer with each day!!)

3. It's so different so I have to say there're so many things I'm really excited about. Figuring out who should be who in the SW universe is a lot of fun, but I think I'm mostly looking forward to James and Sirius being absolutely unstoppable with lightsabers and the Force. The aspect of the transmigration is also something I'm really really looking forward to

4. I love fantasy so puttting Prongsfoot in there is just a dream. A scene I'm most excited about is Sirius getting knighted by James and swearing his loaylty to him 🥹

Tagging (no pressure and sorry if you were already tagged!) @lovelymasks @jmagnabo92 @cassiaratheslytherpuff @gracelesslady23 @prongsfoot4life @solitaire-sol @mycupofrum @siriuslystarbucks @siriuslycomplex

#tag game #titles tag game #my writing #prongsfoot #james x sirius #james potter #sirius black #bambibelle #marauders

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spaceagebachelormann · 2 months

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Alright, I'm hooked. Jekyll and Hyde (and maybe Adam Frankenstein?) with a partner who likes to sing? Disney princess singing, or any kinda singing they'd like. She'd sing to them if they asked, and she often sings whenever she isn't doing anything else or when she's doing something that doesn't require her to be thinking about what she's doing. I think she'd offer to sing lullabies if they wanted.

✧.* 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES: i’m so happy about this actually. frankenstein and jekyll and hyde are two of my biggest hyperfixations atm 🫶 also it was kinda hard to make this fem reader

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: none!

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋

he could listen to you sing forever

it’s actually his most favourite thing in the world

while hyde likes just normal music with no singing, like compositions and all that, jekyll actually prefers singing

helps him remember someone else, his favourite girl, is actually there <3

he’ll probably ask you sing at the most random parts of the day, he doesn’t really care what it is as long as you’re singing

i think he’d like to do his work and just let you do yours in the same room, but he will request you to sing, if not sing than atleast hum

at some point anybody singing in general just starts to remind him of you

i feel like for some reason he knows how to play piano so if you really wanted he’d play piano while you sang and it’s like a little duet

yes he’d ask you to sing him to sleep

either laying on the actual pillow or his head in your lap, he barely sleeps but your singing helps him so much

within ten minutes he’s knocked out

nobody loves girls who sing more than henry jekyll

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

he does think you have a nice voice, but he doesn’t care for it as much as jekyll

he’ll let you sing to him, but he might not pay as much attention

but i do think there’s certain days where he’s just too tired to actually get up and wreak havoc so he just has you sit in front of him, and he just plays with your hair while you sing/hum

i feel like he might just subconsciously call you songbird every once in a while but idk (it’s 1am leave me alone my brain is cooked)

if you’re lucky he might let you show him different exercises for fun or see what the highest and lowest pitches you can go see but he’d probably have to be in a very good mood

although usually he won’t ask you to sing to him and kind of just gets used to you normally doing it, there have been days where he’s actually requested that you sing for him

at some point after months of this he just gives you a look that lets you know he wants you to sing

“sing for me?” to “sing?” to just a certain glance that you’d know a mile away

��𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

he adores you

i think he might’ve been a little shocked the first time you sing in front of him, since there’s a big chance he’d never heard it before

will stop you and just be like “what was that??” and let you explain it to him

from that day on he gets very interested in music and wants you to tell him everything you know about and will want you to sing to him quite a few times a day

he’s very interested in your vocal range (vocal range is fascinating istg)

would love lullabies to be song to him

sometimes, after you guys get a house or somewhere you can actually live in peace, he likes to just lay in bed with you and have you sing

he learns his favourite type of singing is like. kind of opera but also not quite (like christine in phantom of the opera kind of)

he’s so proud of your talent and tells you all the time you should get a job with your voice

he also says nobody in their right mind would refuse your voice

he gets interested in lots of singers after that, but you’re always his favourite

#mars writing 🧈#jekyll and hyde (marlees version 🧪)#frankenstein (marlees version 🫀)#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #henry jekyll #edward hyde #henry jekyll x reader #edward hyde x reader #jekyll and hyde x reader #frankenstein #adam frankenstein #adam frankenstein x reader

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tvbyw0by · 4 months

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P.2 w/ ftm reader !!

Armed detective agency,

Yosano, Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Fukuzawa, Tanizaki siblings, Kyoka & Kenji present

Warnings: Transphobia(parents kick you out), angst w/ comfort, 13yr old reader, deadnaming(accidental.)

For the sake of this, everyone lives in the dorms & such

[NAME POV]

If you were to tell me that 3 hours ago, I would've ended up getting kicked out of my parents home for being transgender.. I would've believed you.

Because I DID, and now I'm standing outside kenjis dorm room, with tears streaming down my face.

I hesitated before knocking on the door, making sure to keep quiet so no one besides Kenji would hear.

After a couple minutes, a tired yet smiling kenji opened the door, glancing at me before he fully awoke, his eyes wide as he pulled me inside worriedly.

I wasn't part of the agency he worked at, yet I knew everyone, and everyone knew me.

"Are you okay, [DEAD.NAME]?! What happened,?!"

I didn't even care he dead named me, I was just a sobbing mess as I hugged him tightly,

"K-Kenji.. they k--kicked me out!"

My words came out stuttered and jumbled as I cried, tightening my grip on my friend,

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Kenjis eyes widened before they narrowed, he no longer had that happy aura around him as he frowned at you worriedly,

"...come on,"

He saw how much you needed sleep, and he himself needed some before he could talk to you,

He lead the two of you to his small room, laying you down on an extra futon close to his as he laid down on his,

The two of you kept your pinkies interlocked as you both faded into sleep, shallow sobs quieting down.

You and Kenji sat on his couch, him staring at you with a gentle smile on his face, waiting for you to explain everything.

"My.."

He perked up once he realized you were about to explain, at first he was glad you were opening up about why you appeared at his front door at 1am in the morning, sure he knew your parents,... kicked you out, but you never said why,.

"Kenji.. I came out to them that, I'm.. trans"

Your hands shot up and you did little unsure jazz hands as kenjis smile remained on his face, he grabbed your hands,

"Oh? You're trans??" His smile remained bright despite the dark thoughts from him being mad at the ones who were called your parents,

"mhm.. my names [NAME]"

When you and kenji walked into the agency, everyone was happy to see you,

You had decided to tell them, and when you did you got nothing but praises and soothing reactions,

They decided to have you living with Kenji in the dorms, considering you not only would be living with someone around your age, but also safe in the dorms with all of them

When you actually told them about your parents, the room visibly became dark, they were all, greatly pissed off with your parents,

ESPECIALLY kyouka.

You, kyouka and kenji were like three peas in a pod, so it was only natural that she react badly to your parents,

The first thing that Kunikida did was buy you a binder, and then wrote a whole schedule to make sure you didn't wear it to long to damage yourself,

Yosano ended up cutting your hair with the help of Naomi!

And then Tanizaki styled it to look kinda like his own hairstyle, but kept it to where you can style it to look like others

Fukuzawa ended up getting legal custody over you, and with his parental rights helped you change your name legally!!

Dazai, who actually has a really good sense of style, helped you pick out clothes you found comfortable that made you feel like your true self,

You had a fashion show wearing some suits and everyone complimented you on looking handsome

Ranpo would contact Poe and force ask him to buy a whole different kind of binders simply because he thought maybe you would want some different ones, just because sometimes since you are naturally friends with the agency, you may get caught into the middle of the fights!!

Kyouka would start following you EVERYWHERE to be honest, shes your friend, and she knows how society normally reacts to LGBTQ+..

Whenever someone gives you a weird glance of disgust, kyouka, alongside Atsushi would glare at them, both doing their own intimidating acts..

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harksness · 2 years

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The Comfort of Rain

A/N: Hi!!! I'm back after another long hiatus!!! It has Not been my year and I feel bad for abandoning this blog lmao :,) I've really missed writing, especially for Agatha and I'm excited to start again. I have some stuff planned!! So stay tuned!! + I wanted to keep the Readers stressors as ambiguous as possible so anyone could project their situation onto this fic but yeah I hope u all enjoy and find some comfort in it like I did <3

Also I just finished editing this and it's 1AM so if I missed any nonsense... oops.

Thank u to the lovely person who requested this! <3<3

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None, I think. As always, lmk if I missed any!

Coming by sleep has been hard recently. It’s always hard when life keeps taking from you, taking and taking until you’ve given everything you have to give. And then it keeps expecting more, demanding more, pushing you to your limits until you break. Sleep is impossible, at this point. How could you possibly rest when you’re so stressed out that anxiety has plagued you to the point of nausea for days? Sleep isn’t an option. Why would your brain allow you such a simple comfort?

The only thing that slows your racing mind is the steady thrumming of rain against the window. It quiets those anxious voices and stressful thoughts possessing you. You smush the side of your face into the cool sliding glass door, and it soothes your puffy, red eye.

Rain is, quite possibly, the greatest natural comfort in life.

You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and although the hardwood floors are extremely uncomfortable to rest on, you find yourself curling into the sliding glass door, as if trying to immerse yourself in the image in front of you.

Your heart weighs heavy in your chest, like a rock weighing you down. You don’t even flinch when a loud crack sounds far beyond the safety of your home, a bolt of lighting flashing through the sky. Your apartment lights up momentarily, and just as quickly as the light had appeared, it’s gone. The rain is doing nothing to fill the empty silence of your apartment, the echo of a ticking clock somewhere in your home ringing through the dark.

Your eyes are droopy and heavy with exhaustion, tired from crying. And yet, you still can’t find sleep. Then, you hear it. Cutting through the dead silence, just loud enough to hear over the rain- the familiar creak of your front door opening. You tilt your head slightly to your right, just barely enough so that you can see the entrance to your home. Warm, yellow light pools in through the open door, cutting through the cold darkness, and you can make out a familiar silhouette. A small smile cracks onto your features as you watch her enter, pulling a suitcase in behind her.

You’re grinning ear to ear. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. Agatha closes and locks the door, abandoning her suitcase next to her. You watch as she toes off her sneakers, reaching to turn on the living room light.

“Ag’s, you’re home!”

Your voice is heavy with exhaustion but alight with excitement. Agatha pauses, freezing just as she was about to flick the light switch. She drops her arm, and though you can’t clearly make out her features from across the apartment, you know that she sees you.

Agatha knows right away that you’re not okay.

Her sock clad feet softly pad across the living room, and then across the kitchen before she reaches you at the sliding glass door by your dining table. You’re looking up at her from where you’re curled into the window, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.

“I missed you.”

Your words are a whisper, so soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. She smiles softly, crouching down to your level. Now, you can finally make out some of her features in the darkness.

“I missed you too, baby.”

Agatha raises a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. She then moves her hand to pet all your stray hairs into place carefully, taking the time to smooth them down against your head.

“Why are you sleeping on the kitchen floor, silly girl?”

She coos softly, her voice so gentle and gushing with so much affection and kindness that you feel safe in her words. She’s like the rain. Her tone, the way she speaks, everything about her. The way she looks at you, her eyes, her considerate touch, it all makes you feel so safe and comfortable you could just melt in her arms.

“I can’t sleep so I decided to watch the rain.”

You mumble in response, your voice scratchy and eyes still sore from how you had been crying earlier. She presses her lips into a firm line, eyes squinting ever so slightly as she studies you. Now, that’s when you know that she knows that something is wrong. Quickly, she masks her worried gaze by smiling softly at you.

Agatha stands, the steady thrumming of rain playing as background music to the scene unfolding between you and Agatha in your dark kitchen. It’s deathly quiet otherwise, the silence is so thick and hanging heavy in the air as it often does in the late hours of the night and the very early hours of the morning. As if one wrong move, one loud noise would wake the entire world.

Agatha bends over slightly, holding her hand out to you.

“C’mon, sweetheart.”

You blink dumbly up at her form for a moment, all of her features cast in a gray tint and shadows. A crack of lightning splits through the sky behind you, roaring loudly and once again lighting up your apartment for a brief moment. And in that brief moment you’re allowed a quick look at Agatha in color. Her rosy cheeks and gorgeous blue eyes, soft pink lips and messy brown hair you could run your fingers through all day. You melt at the sight of her before she’s cast in black and white again, and you take her hand.

Agatha pulls you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she begins to guide you across the kitchen and into your living room. You're grateful for her guidance, considering the darkness, and that you're sleep deprived, along with your head being stuffy from all the crying. She guides you to the couch, and you sink your weight into the soft cushions as she stands above you, hands on your shoulders.

“That’s it.. Sit right there, baby.. Good girl.”

She coos softly, her voice gentle and as sweet as honey. Your eyelids feel heavy as you look up with her, a yawn forcing its way out of your throat. Agatha tugs softly at the edge of the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders, and once your yawn has settled it takes you a moment to process what she’s doing. You scrunch up your face in confusion.

“You’ve been on the floor, sweetheart.. That blanket is filthy. Lemme get us a clean one.”

Her voice remains gentle and patient, she pauses, waiting for you to relent. You do after a moment, releasing your tight hold on the fabric so that she can unwind it from your body.

The second the chilly air of the apartment kisses your skin, a shiver trails up your spine and your shoulders shake as a result of it. You pout a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself. Agatha grins at you, a teasing edge to her smile. But that typical taunting edge is blunted when she speaks.

“You’re such a freeze baby.”

She coos, dropping the dirty blanket on the floor before she takes the hem of the soft, purple sweater that she's wearing into her fingers and begins to pull it off. She’s shadowed in darkness, but you can make out the tight black tank top she’s wearing underneath her favorite sweater, her mess of brown curls trailing after her head as she pulls the sweater off.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get cold.”

You mutter softly, your words slightly slurred from exhaustion. Agatha quirks a curious eyebrow at you, holding out the bunched up fabric for you to take.

“You’re always stealing this sweater from me, every chance that you get. Now that I’m offering it to you, I’m supposed to believe that you don’t want it?”

Agatha is grinning, shaking it playfully, as if to tempt you. Like tempting a dog with a toy. Still, you eye her suspiciously. She sighs.

“I promise I won’t get cold.”

Reluctantly, you reach out and take the sweater dangling from her hand.

“Good girl.”

She grins at your compliance.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

She seals her promise with a kiss against your forehead. She turns, making her way through your dark apartment and towards your shared bedroom. You frown softly, closing your eyes to allow yourself a moment of rest as you grab the sweater abandoned in your lap and blindly pull it over your head. You don’t even care if you put it on wrong, it’s still warm, extremely soft and comfortable, and it smells like Agatha. That’s your four basic needs for survival right now.

You’ve always been obsessed with this sweater. It’s just as much your favorite as it is Agatha’s, but for different reasons. She wasn’t wrong when she mentioned how you constantly steal it from her. You do. No matter how many times you wash it, it still smells like Agatha. The smell that's distinctly and uniquely her, that smell that makes your heart turn to mush and the dorkiest smile break out onto your face immediately upon registering it. You run your fingers of the impossibly soft fabric, forcefully peeling your heavy eyelids open to glance out the window.

It’s still raining.

It’s let up a bit, but not a lot. The thrumming against the windows is softer. Some moonlight is actually clearly making its way through. Shuffling sounds from the hallway, and you shift your eyes over to see Agatha, her wild locks somewhat tamed in a bun piled atop her head. She’s in the same black tank top and skinny jeans she was wearing moments ago, the only notable wardrobe change being that she peeled off her socks as she pads around on bare feet. She has your softest blankets piled in her arms as she approaches you.

She smiles softly as she sets down the stack of blankets on the couch next to you, gesturing her hand in a vague motion.

“Turn around, face the window.. Please, honey.”

She directs you, and you obey thoughtlessly, shifting yourself so that you’re sitting horizontally with the couch, the back cushions brushing against your arm as you glance over your shoulder at her. Agatha moves behind you, pressing her front against your back and trapping you between her legs. She grabs a blanket and lays it across your lap and her legs, tucking you in.

“What are you doing?”

Your voice is soft, still a bit scratchy from your crying earlier in the night. It cuts through the silence of the quiet apartment like a knife, the muffled sound of rain beating against the window doing nothing to fill the silence.

“You couldn’t sleep so you wanted to watch the rain, right?”

Agatha asks, shuffling behind you. She wraps her arms around your front, blanket in her hands as she tucks it around the both of you. Your love pulls you to her chest, and you shift down enough to where you can rest your head on her shoulder. She tilts her head, pressing a kiss against your temple.

“So, we’re going to watch the rain together.”

She speaks softly against your skin, her breath tickling you a bit as she holds you close, guiding you so that you both are resting against the cushions of the couch. You’re facing the window with a perfect view as rain droplets continue to splatter against the glass.

Your heart constricts at her words. You don’t know why, but it causes something to snap in you. An overwhelming wave of emotion drowns you, and you find yourself tilting your head and burying your face into her arm as you begin to cry. You can’t seem to hold yourself together as your cries escalate into sobs, and unlike your breakdown earlier, you feel the tension in your chest release. The knot of anxiety burrowed in your heart begins to untangle, a bit of a weight lifted off of your shoulders, knowing that you’re not alone.

Agatha knows you so well. Better than you know yourself, apparently.

She holds you tighter, comfortingly running her hands up and down your skin as she shushes you. You cry into her arm, finally finding what you needed in her embrace and her love.

“It’s alright love, I’ve got you.”

She speaks softly into your hair, pressing another kiss to your head.

Agatha Harkness is more comforting than the rain.

#Agatha Harkness x Reader #Agatha Harkness/Reader #Agatha Harkness x Y/N #Agatha Harkness x You #Kathryn Hahn x Reader #Kathryn Hahn x Y/N #chemvel

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inplut0 · 2 years

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I had a decent story idea...I think lol. What do you think about OC and silver foxville dating for like 4 months and never doing the nasty... mainly cause of work schedules and maybe OC has a busted water heater or gas leak at her house and knoxville offers to let her stay with him and they finally do the nasty??

DISCLAIMER: hi this was a very specific request but i hope this works for u LOL!! i haven't edited this yet, so i apologise for any mistakes, this was written at 2am.

WARNINGS: smut, barely any plot, silver foxville<33333

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you knew that getting a new apartment was long due, but you had hoped that it wouldn't be necessary since the 6-month anniversary with your boyfriend was coming up. you thought it was a good idea to bring up moving in together. it was a little early, obviously, you hadn't even had sex yet. you both thought it was best to wait, not used to the age gap. you didn't mind, of course, but johnny didn't want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you, so you mutually agreed not to rush anything.

your landlord called you at work to tell you that there's suspicion of a gas leak in the building, recommending you to find another place to stay for the night. you had rarely stayed at johnny's apartment, since his work days were long, often returning home after 1am. you texted him, hoping he was free tonight and explained the situation.

after you got off work, he texted you that he'd be home in an hour and gladly would have you over. you quickly got into your car and drove, his apartment about a 10 minute drive away from yours. you parked on the side of the street, assuming you'd be home by the morning and hoping you wouldn't get a ticket.

you walk up to the apartment complex, enter the entry code and head upstairs to his apartment.

knock, knock...

you hadn't waited for 5 seconds when the door flung open, johnny in front of you, his silver hair disheveled, his appearance tired and worn out. you study him, looking him up and down. he was wearing a blue t-shirt, a little tight around his chest, and grey sweatpants.

"come in," he smiled and gestured to the living room. his apartment wasn't too heavily decorated and very simple. large windows on every wall, an impressive bookshelf, a black couch and the most comfortable queen-sized bed you've ever slept in.

for a man, he was quite clean and really took care of himself. he changed his sheets regularly, his house always spotless. even with his long work hours, he found time to clean the apartment. he even bought shampoo and conditioner separately.

"i'm sorry for making plans so last-minute, i didn't know where else to go." you quickly entered the apartment, throwing your bag and coat on the couch and immediately making your way to the bedroom, exhausted after a long day.

"don't worry about it, i was just heading home anyway and you know i would never pass up on an opportunity to see you, doll." he followed you into the bedroom, taking his shirt off and handing it to you, since you didn't bring any of your stuff.

"you're making me blush, knoxville." you chuckled, stripping down to your underwear and pulling his shirt over your head, his eyes running over your body, your curves. you were planning on showering in the morning since your eyes were already heavy with sleep when you were driving, and anyway, you could always shower with him if you wanted to.

you both slip under the silk sheets and meet in the middle of the bed, you put your head on his chest. you look up at him and brush your fingers through his gray hair that you have always adored. once your eyes meet you can't help but smile, feeling safer than ever in his presence. he lifts himself up to connect your lips, initiating a soft kiss that gradually gets more and more heated.

his large hand travels to the back of your neck as he turns you over on your back, him hovering over you, without breaking the kiss. you throw your arms over his neck to bring him closer, completely consumed by his smell, his body. when he bites your lower lip you lift your hips from the bed to meet his, earning a muffled grunt from him.

"are you sure?" he whispers, breaking the kiss and maintaining eye contact. your brain was completely focused on him, the street light outside the only light in the room, one side of his face clearly more visible than the other.

you bite your lip and nod, how could you say no now? the view was just too perfect. his lips return to yours, this time more eager, his tongue in your mouth, one hand trailing down your waist, the other behind your neck, keeping you close to him. you slightly pull his hair and moan into his mouth, more than ready for him.

your hands travel under the sheets to help him remove his sweatpants, discarding of them as he pulls his shirt off your head, leaving you both in your underwear. he trails down to your neck, leaving small kisses and bites while he removes your bra, the clothes piling up into the corner of the room.

you throw your head back, giving him easier access to the crook of your neck, nothing but your panting filling the room. you hand doesn't leave his hair, tugging on the hairs on the back of his head occasionally. you repeatedly lift your hips his, wanting to remove the layer of fabric between you two.

"you're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart." he muffles into your shoulder. you remove your underwear and help him take his boxers off. he chuckles at your eagerness, though still a little nervous, since this is the first time for you two, not knowing what to expect.

your hand travels down his chest to grab his erection and line it up with your entrance. his breathing becomes heavier as he concentrates on your facial expressions.

"you ready, doll?" he whispers, slowly pushing into you right when he hears a quiet "yes" escape your mouth. once he's fully buried himself inside you, he lets you adjust to his length. you hold your breath as he fully pulls himself out completely. you gasp at the loss of contact before he enters you again, this time slightly faster.

his hips start thrusting, not too aggressively, once you've completely adjusted to him. you grab onto his shoulders and close your eyes.

"faster." you command, and he immediately complies, his thrusts becoming more frantic and rhythmic. silent moans escape your mouth when his mouth finds your neck again, nipping at it. he grabs your hand, holding it down next to your head as his hips brush against yours at a fast pace.

you feel him coming closer to his high as he loudly grunts against your shoulder. his hand leaves yours and three fingers travel down to your clit, rubbing small fast circles, hoping that you'll both finish together.

he lifts his head up to watch you, his pace not slowing down. your legs twitch and shake as you moan his name repeatedly, not able to resist the heat building up in your stomach.

"you're so good to me, sweetheart" he says between thrusts, that have become sloppier now, you both reaching your high at the same time. your vision goes black when your orgasm washes over you as you feel his body go limp against yours when he spills inside you, comforted by the fact that you remembered to take your birth control yesterday.

your sweaty bodies stay like that for a few minutes, limbs entwined with one another, not letting each other go. you feel him breathe against your ear and you lightly scratch his back with one hand.

before you can say goodnight, you feel the warm sun on your face and wake up to johnny next to you, hands around your waist, still sound asleep.

"morning," you whisper into his ear, waking him up with a big grin on his face.

"wanna hop in the shower with me?" you tease, knowing the offer is too good to resist.

#johnny knoxville x reader #fanfic #johnny knoxville #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville smut #smut #jackass smut #jackass forever

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heartfucksmouth · 3 months

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I slept crammed on our loveseat with Aidan on my chest. idk if you can even call it a loveseat, it's like a wide chair (50 inches) that me and myles squish into. so I was in a really ahitty position all night until about 1am when he finally didn't cry when I got in bed. but at least I slept a bit.

he's asleep right now. I don't even wanna try to get in bed in case he wakes up. I'm feeling really sad and I don't know why, it's like I could feel myself sinking into the sadness over the last two hours. he cried when I changed him into pj's but I think it was this specific sob he made and the way he was standing and leaning into me, it triggered something. there's lots I don't remember about being a kid. in fact ireneber feelings more than moments. and sometimes seeing his innocent little c face streaming with tears breaks my heart. even if I know he's just tired! but it's L ike I can t explain to him that I'm just doing things to help him and I don't wanna ma k e him upset or scared. and I think it tugs at stuff from my childhood, where I didn't even get that message and I was scared a lot and didn't get comfort a lot of those times.

I know I'm tired. I know it makes me emotional. I know I'm trying really hard. really really hard. and everyone thinks I'm a great mom... but I'm feeling a bit defeated bc we don't have our own space to be ourselves. it's really fucking difficult living here. and i don't want to sound ungrateful, I know people have it even worse... but I've grieved so many of my dreams already. idk. I just want one fucking thing to feel like mine. my space. my place to feel like myself. no masks. no faking it. It's really messing with me feeling like we're guests in the place that we live. myles mom won't even call aidans room "aidans room" she calls it the back room. and there's still stuff of hers in his closet. it just feels like no matter what we're somehow in the way and an inconvenience. its unfuckingfair.

#personal

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moregraceful · 8 months

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which ahl team would you most like to relocate to california? 2. what is your favorite live music experience you've ever had? 3. what is your go-to style of shoe?

these are so juicy omg thank you.

oh god. here's the thing, california has too many ahl teams and they're all better than my team so i want them all to get lost in the san joaquin valley forever. HOWEVER i think it is a true shame the wranglers moved up to calgary and i want them back here!! reasons: 1) the stockton heat were san jose's main rivalry. now we have the tucson roadrunners. i am tired of losing to the roadrunners after a third of my team goes down in consecutive 10 minute majors. at least with the stockton heat it was like, even if we lose, we're still morally superior, bc we are not in stockton. like how am i supposed to feel superior to tucson. tucson fucken rules. MORE IMPORTANTLY 2) it really makes me mad when minor league hockey teams fuck off to canada bc i feel like it does SO much for the game in america to have cheap local hockey where the players are accessible and often very enmeshed with the fanbase and the city! canada already has so many hockey teams! mind your business canada!!! one time i was talking to a guy at a cuda game and he was telling me like, yeah, my daughter's favorite player was [some random 3rd liner that predates me] and she was devastated when he got traded to the heat and cried, so i took her up to stockton to see him and he was so happy to see her. (she was 8 years old when i was talking to the man, so i think she was pretty significantly younger.) like...i'm sorry but that's so nice, man. you don't get that kind of fan connection with major league teams. california having an assload of minor league hockey teams presents a real opportunity for growing the game in this state! and the thing about having so many ahl teams in california is you can go on little roadtrips if you so wish! if your 6 year old daughter's favorite 4th liner gets traded, you can take a day trip up to stockton and see him and make her day AND make his day! god. no more hockey teams for canada!! you guys need to get into baseball!!!

oh man...this sucks so much bc it involves ryan adams. but one of my favorite concert experiences was going alone to a ryan adams & the cardinals concert in san francisco. they played so many of my favorite songs, the crowd was so friendly and welcoming to me (demographics of a cards concert at the time: 35-65yo white male. me at the time: 21yo mixed race girl), the band laughed at me for singing and dancing along to "easy plateau", and the concert was something like...god maybe 3-4 hours long and i just really sank into the music and the experience. my sister and i were living with our dad at the time and he was never home, and i got a call from her around 12am like, did you die. and i had to call her back after the concert at 1am like no, sorry, this band just has a deep back catalog. anyway it sucks to have lost the shine of that wonderful concert experience bc ryan adams is such a piece of shit, but it does stand out as a particularly special concert experience. it was one of the last shows i went to where i just truly felt like every part of it was for me.

i recently discovered vans slip-ons. why was i wasting so much time with converse when i could be wear vans. my favorite vans slip-ons have flowers on them but i also have a pair of blue and a pair of green. i have recently become a monster who doesn't always wear socks, so it's a true dirtbag california look. beryl gave me a pair of their docs and a pair of their red wings boots so i look like a real badass in the winter, but honestly for 7 months of the year at this point i'm just rocking vans.

thank you for asking my friend!!

#every day i get closer and closer to starting that california hockey podcast that is just celebrating california ahl hockey #the only thing stopping me at this point is that i simply do not think the world needs more men talking about hockey on podcasts #even if my male hockey podcast would be better than all the other's men's hockey podcasts #bc it would a) have a hard 15 min limit and b) be JOYFUL and full of LOVE and RESPECTING OTHER PEOPLE'S JOURNEYS #but again: i do not wish to add my voice to the hockey podcasting scene. the last thing we need is more MEN. TALKING.#cage replies #hopetorun #shout out to men i love y'all but we need to stop starting podcasts :/

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thalassarche · 8 months

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So, I'm sleepless at 1am and I'm tired and I'm upset so I'm going to get out the shit that has been going on for me the past month and a half, because it keeps leaking out in tags and I guess maybe I should not do that. This is going to be long and it's a huge bummer. I just don't feel like I can come out and talk about it directly to anyone because it is indeed a huge bummer and I just. can't deal with like. the feeling of unloading this on someone and then what. but throwing it into the tumblr void and hiding it behind cuts feels less like I'm throwing a bunch of gross stuff at someone's feet so like, yeah. Content warnings for uh, facing the mortality of aging parents, the American healthcare system being a fucking nightmare, mentions of strokes, infections, and other huge medical problems, and basically stuff being awful.

I have lived with my mom as her caregiver for the past three years, since losing my job during covid. She is six years in remission from breast cancer, diabetic, and in end stage renal failure, meaning her kidneys don't work and she needs hemodialysis 3 days a week. I came in mostly to do things like shopping, the majority of cooking and cleaning, be present in case of falls, things like that. It's worked out, mostly. It sucks that she had to move to AZ to live near her brother simply due to the fact that her cozy little house in MT that she got remodeled to her needs has no dialysis centers within an hour's drive and the closest ones had no open seats anyway, not even for a summer stay, because of the nationwide nursing and technician shortage in healthcare. So she lives in AZ and goes to dialysis 10 minutes away. It works out, sorta. But. Since August 1st:

she had a stroke, which affected the language centers of her brain and made speech, writing, and complex communication difficult

she spent a week in neuro ICU for follow up; this was at a hospital 20 miles away in Phoenix. yes I drove there every day to see her.

she was transferred to a rehabilitation center after that week, where she had several good days but then started to experience severe lower back pain.

the back pain got so severe that she was crying and even screaming when being helped into/out of bed, or having the head of the bed elevated so she could eat.

myself and her other present family were very upset about this, because she was in pain! and also it was preventing progress in her PT/OT after the stroke! we wanted them to do something and find out what was going on!

an xray was done. "no significant findings."

we asked for a CT scan or MRI if an xray found nothing.

it didn't happen. maybe insurance said no, maybe assumptions were made that it wasn't necessary.

but mom spent the rest of her 15 days at that rehab facility on tylenol and then oxycodone.

she was then discharged, and yet in no state to come home.

we found a short-term care facility for her that she'd actually stayed at after her initial ER stay that discovered her renal failure. we thought that she'd do okay there.

she didn't. she declined. she was still in severe pain. MWF for her dialysis, she was basically just, done. and they had scheduled her dialysis at 6am. so. the day was just over, no ability for therapy.

they still just gave her oxycodone so even on good days she was sleeping a lot and very out of it.

we asked to speak to the physician and her case worker. we were not able to.

we asked for her to get further testing instead of just this pattern of throwing narcotics at her and watching her decline. it didn't happen.

at the end of her second week there, she was becoming less responsive and more inclined to just sleep.

she wasn't eating. I tried so hard to encourage her to eat, I even fed her. she still would eat a few bites and then be uninterested in more.

one day she only ate a cup of yogurt.

then she was so badly out of it and barely responsive that I demanded that they do something. so they gave her narcan. because maybe she was too lost in the oxycodone sauce. didn't help, they gave her more. didn't help. they called EMTs.

she ended up in the ER, where they did a CT, MRI, and bloodwork.

(this was a week ago)

turns out she has an infection in her spine. which is osteomyelitis, an infection in the bone and bone marrow that just constantly hurts. oh also numerous pressure sores, including a bad one on her heel, and a bad one on her lower back. either could have introduced the infection into her spine.

that infection has spread to her blood. yeah she's got sepsis.

she also has had at least one additional stroke and her speech has degraded even further.

she spent several days in the ICU and it was very touch and go.

it is still very touch-and-go but she's now in progressive care (pcu) which is a downgrade from ICU in terms of how serious.

but yeah. sepsis is very dangerous for young and relatively healthy people. she is 74. her diabetes means her healing is very slow. her renal failure means that her system can't handle a heavy load of antibiotics so they have to be given more spaced out and in lower doses.

it. sucks.

I still go to see her every day and talk to her even if she's not responding. I sing songs she knows. I put on videos of the church services in her hometown for her to listen to. - it. sucks. so. much.

oh yeah also her place here in AZ is in a retirement park and I can only be here because she resides here. so if something happens even in terms of her moving her permanent residence elsewhere I can't stay here.

I have no income I basically just lived here with her and she covered my expenses as my pay for being her caregiver. so like. looks at the potential need to get independent housing, looks at bank account with $30 in it, laughs darkly and decides I can't think about that.

besides I need to think about how this could be the last time I have left with my mom.

it. sucks.

#albatrosities #life stuff shit.#anyway.

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AITA for insisting on my husband moving his stuff?

This is the kind of thing I'd put on Reddit but with all thats going on, I'm sticking to Tumblr. So I (25 NB) got married to my husband (25 M) on June 24th this year and havent even been married a whole month. We'd talked about boundaries and communication and have had multiple sessions with a premarital and now marital counselor since we got engaged in March. Before that, we dated for 2 years and have known each other and been friends off and on since the 6th grade.

When it comes to boundaries, we have two that are pretty much unshakeable: I need consistent 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep in the dark (with either white noise or relative silence) and going to bed before midnight, and my husband needs alone time to play games for a few hours a day where no one will walk in (he has scopophobia from childhood trauma where his parents and siblings would barge in and even remove the door and fistfight him so now he interprets pairs of eyes as threats and wont use the university library for this reason; I wish I was joking, but I'm not, and my MIL confirmed this is true because she had my husband as an unstable teen and did, in fact, fist fight him in her 20s). I always thought these were both reasonable boundaries and could be worked with given compromise, but this is somehow more contentious than I thought.

I'm currently living in his 1 bed, 1 bath apartment. I was living out of my suitcase up to and a week after our wedding until our counselor told him he had to make space for me; much to his chagrin, I invited my mom over to help me because I was so overwhelmed by all the boxes from wedding gifts and overwhelmed from the wedding (which is why we didn't leave on a honeymoon right away). Our counselor, and now my parents (who are medical professionals), and two of our friends, say he needs to move his computer out of the bedroom.

I have autism, IBS, and a history of mental illnesses. He will lock the door to the bedroom that contains the only bathroom for hours at a time and take a long time to respond to texts. I will not be able to sleep in the bedroom or use the toilet for long periods of time. I'm exhausted and overwhelming from having to walk to the local stores to use the bathroom, and none of them are 24 hours so after 11pm I'm exhausted and having a really bad time. I live in the downtown area of a big city with him, so I cannot simply find a bush to pee/poo in. On one very humiliating occasion I used an empty food container to eliminate, and threw my waste in the trash because he wouldn't respond to his phone or unlock the door despite my panicked banging.

The stress of it, and being deprived of sleep past 1am every night only to be woken up by our neighbors at 9am is making my IBS worse and has triggered multiple meltdowns and psych episodes the likes of which I haven't seen for >2 years (including trying to walk to the train tracks to kms to escape the hell my brain was putting me through because I wasnt giving it the sleep it needs).

On one particularly bad incident, I was tired and took a nap in the morning after having a meltdown over seeing a dead cockroach in the kitchen during breakfast when my husband set multiple blaring alarms at 5am because he is a deep sleeper even though we went to bed at 2am (I did blow the situation out of proportion, but I was also sleep deprived and actively psychotic as a result). When my husband came back, he came in guns blazing and pulled me out of bed demanding to see the roaches, and expressed frustration that I went back to bed when I was freaking out about the roach over the phone some 15 minutes prior. We got in an argument about if we need to put in a request for pest control, and at one point, I yelled, "FINE, YOU’RE RIGHT AND I'M WRONG," and put my hands on his throat because I got triggered into an episode. I was shaking and asked to leave the conversation multiple times before it got to that point, but he wouldn't let me leave the kitchen - and pulled me back by my arm - until I'd heard a piece of his mind; that combined with waking up suddenly in the middle of my nap to an angry spouse after another successive night of sleep deprivation caused me to become violent whereas I'd never been violent to others in any episode before.

I regret it and apologized fervently and am trying everything I can to prevent that from happening again. I am not a typically violent person, and previous psychotic episodes only resulted in self-harm, not putting my hands on others. However, him not getting with the program I need to stay sane isn't helping. I started screaming and hitting myself during this last meltdown today over coming to a locked bathroom/bedroom door for the 3rd time after being out of the house for him to play games for 6 hours despite having another stress induced IBS episode, and immediately got back in my car to drive to my parent's house without any of my stuff.

I was deprived of sleep for the 3rd night in a row because I'm doing all the housework so he can have his games alone. His gaming computer is in the bedroom, which is locked, and he refuses to listen to requests to move the computer out of the bedroom or unlock the door because of his scopophobia. I can technically sleep on the futon, but I cannot brush my teeth or go to the bathroom because the bathroom is in the bedroom, and sleeping on the futon is interrupted because he refuses to sleep alone and will come out of the bedroom, wake me, and take me to bed with him at 3am.

Yesterday he got crabby because he "didn't get a break," and I told him I felt "hurt because it sounds to me like [he was] not grateful for the two hours I spent cleaning the apartment and dishes" the latter of which is his job, "to give [him] 2 hours to play games," to which he responded that he needs "at least 4 hours," "with the door closed and locked," and "complete silence," and my housework is "too noisy." This does not make sense to me because he cannot hear his phone notifications when I call or text to use the bathroom, and he is playing music. Moreover, knowing that the vacuum cleaner sets us both off, my parents gifted me a Roomba for cleaning that is much quieter, but he won't help to set it up.

He keeps suggesting compromises with my mom, our friends, and our marital counselor. None of them have worked, and none of them he has kept up.

1) My mom offered to buy him an L-shaped desk for him when she comes over next, but now he refuses to have her come over and doesn't want to spend money on an L-shaped desk. He also wants to use the L-shaped desk for everything BUT the tower.

2) We bought an IKEA desk for $10 at Goodwill and got cables for him to move his keyboard, screen, and mouse out of the room, but he refuses to move the tower (which has RGB that won't turn off while he's using it) out of the bedroom. Then, the door will not completely close because of all the cables running through it and I hear his music, games, and keyboard. His reason for not moving the tower? His dad (my FIL) cut the ethernet cable to the exact length for it to be in the bedroom and my husband wants to be able to lock the door to the bedroom and bathroom during the day (which he can stay there and play games all day, but don't lock the door to the only bathroom, I have literal IBS that will NOT wait. I already soiled a pair of shorts.)

3. My friend stayed with us for a bit while in transitory housing, which is how he justified locking the door (to masturbate without being walked in on). But even after our friend showed him how to turn on notifications from favorite contacts when he puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, he still silences his phone and locks the door.

4. We negotiated together with the marital counselor a possible compromise where I "own" the bedroom for 12 hours at night and he "owns" the bedroom for 12 hours during the day so that he can play games during the day at noon instead of at, say, 2am. He suggested implementing this the week after our wedding. It didn't happen, I brought it up with the counselor. He says it's because he's "on vacation" but we'll implement come July. It's a week into July and it still hasn't happened. I told him I need a functioning sleep schedule for my job two weeks BEFORE I start or I'll have a psych episode at work and get fired, and he agreed, and I still came home to a locked bedroom/bathroom door TODAY.

5) We talked about getting a two bedroom condo that's a walking distance from his university. His assets plus my salary (I'm the breadwinner right now while he's in college but he was in the military and has $40k in savings and $50k in stocks), and we qualify for up to $400k on our mortgage. He refuses to close on the 2 bedroom/2 bathroom condo I requested that's a 5 minute walk from his classes because it's "too expensive" at $375k, and he insists on a 2 bedroom/1 bathroom place for $315k that's a 15 minute walk from his campus. Even though I told him my IBS requires I have access to a bathroom at all times, he still will spend over an hour on the toilet watching YouTube even if he's not "sequestering" to play games. I won't hear a peep from him about sharing a bathroom to save $60k unless he changes his behavior. This also is the driving force behind why I want to try to move into a two bedroom condo ASAP, even though our lease ends in mid-November. He refuses because he doesn't want to pay rent for the apartment while we have a mortgage OR sublease/AirBnB it OR break the lease. I have argued with support from our realtor, mortgage broker, and my parents, that now is the time to find and close on a home because it's a several months long process, especially since we're using VA loans.

Moreover, his ass has the audacity to repeatedly twist my arm about having a baby. When we first got married, I said, "Sure, we can have kids; but first I have to find a way to be mentally stable without medications for a year straight while living with you before I can carry a viable pregnancy. I've been stable and unmedicated before, but that stability requires consistent sleep, a regular and highly regimented schedule, and consistent vigorous exercise to work." We're nowhere near that, (I fucking put my hands on him during an episode and even my OBGYN said given my medical history its not a question of if I'll get postpartum depression but when,) and he keeps asking me to schedule an appointment to change my birth control to something other than an IUD.

I'm an adult, I can leave my husband alone for 4 hours in complete silence with some effort and some frustration, but A BABY fucking won't, because it can't. It needs your attention every 2 hours to eat or poop or what have you. His kid cannot find something else to do like I can to leave him in silence most of the day unless they're in school (by age 5 and only during the schoolyear) or can drive (by age 16), but definitely not all night at any point between their birth and them moving out (given current economic trends, this wont be economically feasible until our kid is 30). Plus, the kid would occupy our 2nd bedroom in the condo and then I'd have to figure out how to get sleep in my husband's room and (share a bathroom if we go with his insisitence on a 1 bathroom cheaper condo) despite my IBS with TWO human beings, when sharing with one is hard enough.

We agreed to getting me a service animal from a program in Canada I'd been on the waiting list for since 2019, and the animal is available for me to take home this summer. I am going to Canada by myself because my husband doesn't have a passport, but we're meeting in New York to drive home together in a rental car with the animal. My parents understandably think this is an additional stressor since now I'm taking care of not only me and my husband, but also an animal. But I need something to step in and perform tasks to mitigate/alert to psych episodes.

Today he hugged me and told me he loved me and was so glad he "married [me]" because I "enhance [his] life every moment," but it feels like lip service when he won't move the computer or implement any of the possible solutions we came up with above. I wish I could say the same. I feel like my life is actually worse since I moved in. I'm contemplating quitting the new job, going back to my old one, and living with my parents until he can get his shit together enough that I can actually sleep and use the bathroom like a normal person.

I can't live with him like this, or one of us will get very badly hurt. I start work in two weeks, and need to be at work by 7am every day, so I cannot be stable enoigh to keep a job if I'm having psych episodes because I'm going to bed after midnight whenever he's feeling kind enough to remember me and unlock the bedroom door. I need two weeks to reset my sleep schedule. He says he understands after I scared him when I put my hands on him, and after each and every sleep-deprivation induced meltdown, but I feel like he really doesn't because none of his behavior has changed.

You are welcome to reblog to give an in-depth response if it doesn't fit in replies or DM me if you want it to be private. I'm desperate for help. He's not a bad guy. Everyone says that it's very apparent he loves me. He's my best friend, and I love him, but my health, sanity, and, in turn, our marriage are at stake if this doesn't get solved and soon.

#vent #advice #actually psychotic #actually audhd #actually autistic #actually adhd #relationships #marriage

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kirchefuchs · 9 months

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(this is a long one lmao)

OKAY SO.

It was like 1am last night so I decided to sleep before sending this ahahahagsggs

ANYWAY

Regarding this wonderful reblog chain we had

(I don't know how and where to start ahahahahaaa)

hmmm. well, yk how I mentioned that The Eye of Michael (gasp. a rare instance where I don't forget a name??) took Stanley's voice? well, on the mask design I very much failed on, there was a clock (lmao TK reference) on the forehead part. originally, I wanted the mask to just be covering Stanley's mouth, because... duh. blud ain't got a voice no mo 😞✊ but anyway !!

(additional info: I took inspiration from a bunch of mask designs I found on Pinterest so it was very far from original)

the idea for the clock was for the ticking to be some sort of, uh, warning that he's nearby? like, just imagine finding yourself in an empty corridor, and all of a sudden, you hear a clock ticking in the distance. yeah, that's what I mean

(also I decided to change a bit of the backstory here. basically, The Narrator and Stanley are separate people. The Narrator was Some Dude™ who was in the middle of writing a story about—you guessed it—a man named Stanley. I already have his whole lore figured out but yk I'll cut it short for you so uhhhh blah blah blah The Eye of Michael finds him and encases him in a capsule where live wires that make him forget who he was before he became The Narrator are injected into his system. his voice is used as a way to trap and control Stanley—whose original identity/name was Jim (in this AU, at least)—and. yeah. The Narrator is trapped in a narrative facade whereas "Stanley" was the star of a lonely masquerade)

anyway, you can basically picture Stanley as wearing a full face mask or half of one, but either way, there's meant to be a clock somewhere and one of his eyes are meant to be covered in some sort of. uh. criss-cross threading technique. there's also the addition of some, uh, earphones? I think? they're not really that visible but uhh.. just think of them as the wireless ones, I dunno, I forgot what they're called, but anyway– Those are for The Narrator's voice. Just imagine a pair of. um. those things that help deaf people hear. wait.

HEARING AIDS. hearing aids, yes, uh, just imagine hearing aids, except that they're purposefully rigged to also provide a connection between The Narrator's voice and Stanley. It still functions like a normal pair of hearing aids, it just has the unfortunate annoyance of some angry British voice controlling Stanley's every move

As for the theme of his general outfit? I really wanted to make it fit the theme of the good ol "office worker" thing, so I had a little thought where Stanley pretends to be a tired worker at the start—wearing an ordinary face mask with the excuse of "trying not to breathe in the sand," as was written on a piece of paper (his lips/mouth is bruised as heck and the EoM did not want to take any more chances for instant suspicion), but during the times where Vash was alone, he'd (or, in this case, The Narrator would make him) wear his masquerade mask and put on some sort of blue (masquerade) outfit, with the cane that's totally not a sword/gun in disguise and all. With that being said, maybe the gang won't know his name until Wolfwood realizes who he is? I mean, Stanley can't talk, and. uh. sorry I'm going off-topic hahaa ahem anyway

maybe his title could be "The Masquerade"? not too sure but I like to think that he was trustworthy at first. anyway uhhhh that's about it! do whatever you wish with my two favorite brainrots :D and, sorry if I got a bit too-into the lore I made for him and The Narrator :')

— 🅰️non || Aug. 7 2023

This is gonna be a long one my guy....

🅰️non..... my dear beloved 🅰️non..... I don't know how to break this to you but the masquerade outfit, while a cool idea, is a flippin nightmare to try to translate into the Trigun universe. I tried so hard but it just want working.

Suffice it to say, venetian masquerade and space western do not mix

And it not for lack of trying! I have proof I tried!! The mask works, it's great! That's fine. But the clothes do not :(

I've got a lot of doodles here I gave up on cuz it just wasn't working. I kept having the problem where it either looked too pirate-y or too vampire-y, which is to be expected since masquerades were quite popular in the 18th century (the Golden Age of Piracy if I recall). And unfortunately, neither pirate nor vampire really scream "space cowboy times on desert planet"

Now.... this is an option....... and that is to forgo the masquerade outfit, the mask can stay, but I honest to goodness cannot make an outfit that works. So basically, my proposal for a solution would be to go with the aesthetic that pretty much every member of the Eye Of Michael has in 98 and Maximum. And that's the priest aesthetic.

You see, the Eye Of Michael has always been a religious group in universe, at the very least they pose as one. In reality they train orphans into mindess assassins, but they keep that church front. Hence why Wolfwood and Livio (and Chapel and the other EOM members in Maximum) have cross shaped guns. Also, fun fact Wolfwood was dubbed "The Punisher" because that was the name of his gun. I assume this would apply to Livio, and his guns are "Fangs" giving him the name "The Double Fang", and we know this applies to Razlo too, as he is "The Tri Punisher of Death" (you'd never guess, but he's got 3 Punishers :O).

Anyways, I did try drawing Stanley in the priest aesthetic, just to see if it worked. Make of it as you will.

I kinda imagine if we were to go this route, Stanley's cross would be a sniper rifle. He's already got a sort of stealth going for him, being mute and all, so I think it would fit. I could by no means draw said gun as I am only really good at drawing characters. But I can imagine the gun :')

Now, feel free to take my opinions and throw them in the trash if you don't like them, it's your character after all, it's up to you. But I do want to make it clear that I do love this idea so much and I wanna hear more of the story and how you think it would go. I'm curious if Stanley has a way to communicate back to the Narrator, because that could lead to some cool tandem character development. Like what if after Stanley starts wanting to break free of the Eye Of Michael, Vash agrees to help him free the Narrator as well. Since Stanley is mute, it could be cool if he communicated to the Narrator through his thoughts, so they would have to be on the same page for the escape plan to work. I mean, these are just my silly little ramblings, but this is all just to say that you've got a really good thing going here and I really wanna know more. I really hope my personal struggle with aesthetics doesn't bring you down, cuz I really truly love your idea here and I want it to work so badly.

But, yeah. I might end up drawing more at some point, cuz the idea is so cool and I just love all the story potential with Stanley being used by the Eye Of Michael like this. Anyways, I hope you have a good day, and sorry again for my inability to make the aesthetic work :')

#tspud #the stanley parable #tsp #ask #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #traditional art #tsp stanley #tspud stanley #trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 1998 #trigun stampede #tristamp #trimax #trigun maximum #kirche rambles #🅰️non

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