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werecreature-addicted · 8 months

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Ok I’ve seen some art that I have for my idea of my mateeee

So the year is like 2046 or something, and robots are everywhere, but everyone treats robots like slaves and horribly. But you’ve always been nice to robots, this one robot took notice at work (a work assistant robot)

And it would stalk you,

Always assist you,

And unknowingly get knowingly flirt with you.

And it would go against its own code just to do what it wants with you,

YANDERE PLEASE, AND NSFW

they are 6’9

Good lord he's horrific <3

CW: Dubious consent.

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You didn’t understand how people could be mean to robots. Sure they weren’t human- but I mean. They were close, right? You had no idea how some people could say please and thank you to you but would sneer and mock your robot coworkers. And that’s what they were, coworkers, not “assistant droids”. Anytime one of the droids reaches something off a top shelf for you or brings you a cup of coffee you’re sure to smile politely and thank them.

This behavior gets you a lot of attention. Not only from your human counterparts but the robotic ones as well- or at least. One robotic one. You sound crazy trying to describe it to anyone else- your personal assistant droid is too attached to you? He’s too eager to help? That’s what they do, they’re supposed to be there for you, what are you complaining about?

But there's something different about this one. The way he follows you with his eyes, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. And the way he literally follows you- he needs to be told multiple times he can’t go with you into the bathroom and- no just because you’re taking work home doesn’t mean he can go home with you too. They aren’t supposed to leave the office building but sometimes he still does, even if you don’t notice. And then there’s the touching. It’s subtle, innocent. When he brushes his metallic fingers over your forearm.

You’ve never though of robots as “creepy” before but, you sort of get it now, he’s tall, almost seven feet in height, and impossibly strong. Robots aren’t supposed to be able to hurt humans, but if he some how broke through that restriction in his coding… it would be so easy.

Still. You do your best to be polite, and kind even to the Andriod that sets you on edge, and just try and get work done. But your performance starts slipping. It’s hard to focus on your job when you always have to keep looking over your shoulder. You end up spending staying late at the office more and more often.

It’s weird working late in an office staffed by Robots, it’s not empty, but it’s quiet. They don’t talk when there are no humans around. Accept, of course, for your Assistant Droid.

He stands in the corner of your office and stares at you. Most robots stare off into space when they aren’t in operation, but this one specifically always looks at you.

“You seem stressed,” and the sound of his metallic voice almost makes you jump out of your chair. You want to tell him you are stressed- and that it’s his fault. You can’t focus on your reports when you can feel someone watching you. But you don’t

“I guess so. These late nights are starting to get to me,” you admit.

“Let me help,” it wasn’t a request but a demand. He was already standing up, and moving soundlessly to your side.

Before you can say anything, he’s rubbing your shoulders. his hands feel… weird, not bad just… not human.

“You’re still so tense… let me take care of you,”

“You don’t need to”

“It’s my purpose. Let me,” he insists and starts running his hands down your body. You protest weakly, but he ignores you… which he isn’t supposed to be able to do. You’re frozen as he trails his large metal hands up your legs, he’s no longer pretending to massage you and just blatantly groping.

“You feel so soft,” he praises as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. “Let me make you feel good,” again, it’s not a request, you know some Robots are built to facilitate pleasure, and that they’re made with genitals, but would this one? This robot was an assistant.

But he doesn’t need a cock to make you feel good, in the same way, he doesn’t need a heart to love you. He pushes his fingers inside of you and doesn’t stop hammering away at your cunt until you’re gushing around his hand.

“Such a good girl, cumming just like I wanted you to… there, now you’re less stressed, didn’t that help?” he’s looking for praise.

“W-we can’t do that again, I could be fired if I got caught- in the office,” really you feel guilty that you let a robot finger you at work… not that you let him touch you. He pulls back and nods.

“Understood. Next time I’ll be sure to be somewhere private when I take you,”

#monster fucker #teratophillia #monster imagine #robot x reader #robot x human #robot smut #yandere #yandere x reader #fem reader #tw dubcon

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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slashers x child!reader who likes to take apart their toys to make little inventions/new toys

*dies* I didn't add Billy and stu because I'm so tired and have no inspiration

Slashers x child! Reader who rips other toys to built new ones.

Michael

You probably got old dolls from a few decades ago from Judith's old toys she had when she was a child or his.

Michael didn't care that much that you were destroying the toys until he saw you either only ripped a limb or a head.

He then came and saw you with a toy he never saw before when he recognised some parts and realised you built a new toy out of different toys.

He'll admire it like how he'll admire his "art works" after killing someone. The more weirder and creepier the more he'll like it. although he'll like any kind of invention you make.

When you ran out of toys he broke in a toy shop once and got as many as he could and gave them to you.

You got a whole shelf of your little inventions and he stares at it whenever you're gone and he has nothing to do.

Sinclair brothers

They got you either old toys of theirs (I hv no idea if they had toys as children) or toys around the town.

Bo was like 'why??' when you took apart your toys parts but when he saw you building a new one he thought 'wait that's kinda cool actually' he thinks of it like repairing or building a car so when he actually is repairing a car he'd like it if you were also building something so that you can both look like father and daughter doing similar things. When you finished a piece and showed it to him he probably petted your head and said "good job", what he really wanted to say was 'oh my god, oh my god holy shit it's beautiful you built something in so proud of you'. Got one or two of yours as a gift to him and he keeps it extra safe.

Vincent was ecstatic when you showed him your new toy and told him your little hobby, now you both can make art! He could be painting or wax sculpturing and you could be building with him. He's so proud of you whenever you managed to fully make a toy he howls a bit in delight and gives you two thumbs up and he probably sketches your toys because he thinks they're so interesting. He'll be a bit sad when he sees his childhood toys broken though he thinks your new ones are totally worth it. He sometimes likes you watch you do your thing and helps you if you can't figure out what to make.

Lester was also whying when he saw you taking apart the toys, did you hate it that much? But he went wowing when he saw what you were actually doing and totally watches you make your new toys. He will say so many praises when you finish it, will talk about it to his brothers and bo acts annoyed but he secretly wants to hear all about it too. Wants to learn how to build too, it gets boring having nothing to do driving around all day you know. except when tourists are here but scratch that the twins will sometimes find you both together on Lester's trunk on a challenge to see who can build faster and better, its a tie everytime. Jonesy would be there to watch you two (everyone's watching) if you run out of toys then he'll bring you abandoned cheaper ones.

Hannibal

I think it all started when he brought you expensive nice ones and you took one look at it and then ripped it. He almost choked on air when he saw that.

"y/n.. Why did you do that if you didn't like it you could've just told me..."

When you told him about your intentions he replied with,

"I wish you could've told me that sooner, I could've brought cheaper ones." he pinches the bridge of his nose.

And he did. And he watches with great interest on how your little invention will turn out and smiles and praises you when you show him your art piece. Also like Michael he had shelf/shelves full of your works. Informs Will about this too this is how it goes.

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Will, Will look what y/n made.

Hannibal it's 2 am.

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He's a happy little cat when you talk to him about your toys and he's just glad he adopted you. Like Vincent you both can do your little art things.

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solarmorrigan · 1 year

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Consider, though: the demobats only manage to chew on Eddie about as much as they had on Steve before Vecna is defeated and the bats die off. He’s injured, sure, but he’s not in dire straits, just in for an unpleasant recovery

And while Eddie’s waiting for his name to be cleared, Steve offers to let him recover at his house - plenty of room, no one would ever think to look there, and Steve can help him out while he heals

This would be a great idea, except Steve is recovering from pretty much the exact same goddamn injuries, and he is aware now, without the numbness of adrenaline and barely-banked panic, that they are actually kind of painful

He’s not going to admit this, of course, but Eddie is plenty ready to point out that, actually, Steve should let Eddie help him out, because Steve is more injured than he is. In addition to the bites, Steve was partially strangled twice and has road rash all over his back from being dragged across the dry lake bed. Steve argues that Eddie is more injured because his bat bites are bigger

Robin, arriving for the afternoon to check up on them, walks in to find that both Steve and Eddie have discarded their bandages and are attempting to compare how much skin they are missing, respectively

Robin: What- Steve: Robin! Do you have a ruler? Robin: Why would I have a ruler?? Eddie: We can work with a yardstick, if that’s all you’ve got Robin: ???

Eddie needs something from the top shelf of a cabinet in the kitchen. He realizes quickly that reaching above his head is both painful and inadvisable. He refuses to ask for help, and so Steve finds him there some time later, just staring up at the shelf. He teases Eddie, asking if El has been giving him lessons in moving things with his brain

Eddie tells him to reach the thing, then, if he’s so fucking great

Steve fully intends to do so, but quickly realizes the same thing as Eddie: reaching above his head pulls on his wounds and is a bad idea. They both stand there, staring at the top shelf

Eddie: How do short people normally reach things? Steve: Dustin sits on the counters to reach higher sometimes? Eddie, staring speculatively at the countertop: That could work

Steve reopens his wounds after boosting himself up onto the counter and trying to reach the top shelf. Eddie nearly reopens his wounds laughing at the lecture Steve gets from Nancy (and quickly earns a lecture of his own for “egging Steve on”)

Of course, when Dustin comes to check on them, they’re both entirely too injured to do much of anything for themselves and they make about a million irritating little requests of him while pretending to be dying on the couch

Dustin actually does bring them a lot of what they ask for - snacks and drinks and extra pillows and things to keep them from from getting bored (these things are, admittedly, more to his and Eddie’s taste than to Steve’s, but it’s still nice), and they almost feel bad until he puts in a movie neither of them likes and settles in between them to watch

Dustin tells them they’re stuck watching it because they’re both definitely too injured to get up and put in a new one themselves

(They end up watching the movie)

Mornings are the hardest, waking up aching and far from their last dose of painkillers and facing the prospect of a new, long day ahead of them, so they start sharing Steve’s bed. For moral support. (Besides, his bed is softer than the bed in the guest room that Eddie had used for about a night and a half)

Their first kiss is there, soft and easy against the mountain of pillows they’ve built up over their days of recovery, in the dark because they’ve already hit the lights and neither of them wants to get up to turn them back on

It’s wonderful, until they get a little too carried away and Steve pulls at his injuries trying to roll on top of Eddie, and then leans right onto one of the bite marks on Eddie’s side when he loses his balance and tries to roll back off

They agree to settle for holding hands until they’re held together by more than scotch tape and ibuprofen (but that’s nice, too)

#they're both idiots your honor I'll accept nothing less #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddiesteve #solar wrote #long post

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hyperion-severus · 4 months

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albus would love legos. i could see him being into the star wars sets or something. he’d be chill about those and maybe take some of those sets apart to build other things but he’d also enjoy the the landmark ones. he’d be very precious about those and no one could touch those and they’re on display on a special shelf in his room. he would absolutely hyperfixate on building the sets until they were done and his family learned at a very young age that he does NOT need any help and he will in fact snap if you touch any of the pieces he’s meticulously sorted out on the table or floor in front of him.

scorpius is very skeptical of the pile of random blocks at first but once he’s seen the process he’s very intrigued and would definitely beg draco for his own sets. he’d show up with like the biggest most expensive set like the death star or something and albus would be like “what. the. fuck. i’ve been begging my parents for that for YEARS. and you got it as on your first time asking??” and they’d build it together but albus is biting his tongue the whole time and internally screaming because he can’t stand doing this with other people usually but it’s scorpius so he’s Allowing it even if it’s slightly painful especially because scorpius is a bit clumsy and knocks already built parts over or sometimes he gets the steps wrong and it takes a lot longer than it would if he was doing it on his own. but it’s all worth it at the end when scorpius is beaming with pride holding the creation. or just staring at it resting nicely on the shelf bc he probably shouldn’t be holding it with his clumsy streak

i think albus, especially having grown up playing and building with legos since he was old enough to not put them in his mouth, would have a lot of intuition on how to build things without instructions too like he could make some cool stuff with random pieces where scorpius is very Left Brained and i think he would struggle with the creative part of it like that. like dont get me wrong i do think he’s a creative and imaginative person but building legos is a whole other level of that and i think he would like. build a mismatched square and call it a house and albus would have like a fucking whole functioning city block built and everything in the same amount of time

#my friend and i have been discussing this on insta #there will probably be more thoughts about this in the future #but i couldnt leave my ramblings in the dms #scorbus #albus severus potter #albus potter #scorpius malfoy #albus x scorpius #harry potter and the cursed child #tcc #the cursed child #albus severus #timechaser

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mountingpulisic · 1 year

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JUST MARRIED

series masterlist

i don't think i lied when i said i wanted that life

maybe I was too young to understand what i wanted to begin with

but, babe, it was true, with all that I knew

you had idolized marriage from a young age. craving the imitancy, the closeness, the unconditional love that it brought.

or so you thought it brought.

saying i do before your twenty-sixth birthday seemed ideal, you were on the right path, checking off the boxes that qualified for a happy life.

but now as you stand in the shower after another pointless fight with christian, you begin to question if you were too young to take on the responsibilities that came with being a wife.

water trickling down your face as you stood underneath the showerhead, you couldn’t stop the tears that began to escape.

it felt like forever that december, too

a fairytale start, crossing our hearts

rode off in a car that said, "just married"

christian and you had tied the knot at a small ceremony in december. all of your loved ones surrounded you as you exchanged vows, promising each other forever.

it was the beginning of your fairytale, the few chapters that took place before the happy ending.

but i wasn't made for fixing a plate

or keeping our problems buried

i wasn't strong enough to keep on

with all of the weight that i carried

yeah, it was love

then it was just married

then the problems started to occur.

christian had expected you to quit your job in order to play the role of housewife for him, something you never envisioned yourself doing, but you did.

you told yourself that in order for this to work you had to compromise, you had to stuff your independence in a box and shelf it, for the sake of your marriage.

you felt as if this was the right thing to do, so you painted on a smile and handed your two weeks in at a job you’ve loved since you graduated.

you had regretted it, nonetheless.

you didn’t have a distraction anymore when it came to burying your problems with your husband, an escape from the cold house you found yourself residing in.

you weren’t built for this life, the life you always saw on television. the wife who acted on every need of her husband, you jumped at the chance of being the poster child when it came to a perfect marriage.

as the tears began to downpour at a steady stream, you pondered when it turned from love to just married.

long distance texts, make-up-for-time sex

tired of asking when i'll see you next

i'm too mad to fight, so i stare and cry

at the picture of you and me wearing white

just married

christian was gone ninety percent of the time during your first few months married, off somewhere playing for chelsea as you sat at home alone.

back then he had still made an effort on communicating with you through texts.

it was after your third anniversary that you stopped asking when he was going to be back in town for longer than a week, the presence you used to crave dearly, now was just a constant reminder of a lifeless marriage.

stepping out of the shower, your mind flashed back to the fight that occurred only twenty minutes ago.

you just stood there as he yelled.

during his fit of rage, he had smashed a plate to the wall, not being able to contain his anger over you suggesting the simple act of leaving.

storming off somewhere, you were left to clean up the mess he made once again.

shaky hands slowly collected up the pieces of the broken dish, strangely resembling your marriage at the moment.

broken.

it was a beautiful wedding

sometimes i still taste the veuve

and dammit, i wish i wasn't this ready

to undo i do

exiting the bathroom, your footsteps begin to slow down when you approach the picture that sat nicely on your night stand.

it was from the day of your wedding.

wide smiles and eyes full of love were prominent in the moment captured, you timidly smiled to yourself.

you two looked so happy, what went wrong?

if you could’ve gone back in time, you would’ve stopped the wedding, warning yourself about the turmoil that was bound to hit.

but even after the fight, that thought alone made your stomach turn, you didn’t regret marrying christian, you still loved him with all of your being. If you were being honest with yourself, you just wish you weren’t so ready to undo i do.

but I wasn't made for fixing a plate

and getting divorced sounds scary

but I'm just not strong enough to hold on

with all of the weight that I carried

yeah, it was love

It really was

then it was just married

divorce had always scared you growing up.

your parents being to blame, it brought out the worst in people.

you saw your dad go from being the hero to the villain in a blink of a second, collecting collateral damage as he blazed through the home.

you weren’t as strong as your mom to hold on, granted she had children to worry about and you didn’t, but you still couldn’t find a reason to fight.

a reason to stay.

you wanted to be in love, not just married.

a/n: hope you guys like it! kind of on the fence if i want to salvage the marriage at the end or just let it be over

taglist :

@alwaysclassyeagle @enjoymyloves

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x reader #Spotify

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java-dragon · 6 months

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Bookbinding for beginners by a beginner, part 5.5

Onward... can you believe we're still talking about just gluing shit to paper? Neither can I...

But after an hour or two you're going to see how well the glue is doing, if it looks like it's setting and going in between the signatures a little good job you've done it. Now add another layer, and whip out your mull.

and eyeball it and cut a length, I always overshoot but it's forgiving enough to trim.

Fiddle with it a little line it up and add more glue. I like to add some scrap scrapbook paper or cardstock to reinforce the back and I just kinda moosh it down.

Let this hang out for a few hours. You're one step closer to having this part of the bookbinding process DONE.

OOOOK *drinks half a gallon of water* I have done my best to get photos of everything for this particular bit how successful I was I have no idea.

But you gotta give me a lil credit for the attempt (speaking to self while looking into a mirror)

So next after all this once the text block glue is dried or dry enough to handle remove it from the press and double check which way is up and mark it with a sharpie, a pen, I wouldn't recommend blood but use what you got.

I glue my bookmark ribbon to the bottom. Why? so when it's on the shelf the charm dangles see an example of a done text block with a charm and everything. But not yet in it's cover:

But feel free to do what you want if you do ribbon charms. This is 100% optional but sometimes it's nice to have a built in bookmark.

Now after that, line up your Book Ribbon (also optional but it makes everything look tidy, once again, do what you please).

Tack everything down with more glue I dab a bit of glue before laying things down and then a either use the access glue to go over the top to make sure everything is smoothed down.

Congratulations you are now done gluing the text block. Leave this to cure over night. Pat yourself on the back and have a drink of your choice. You're almost there.

How to make Book cloth with 3 simple ingredients How to build a book case (the cover of the book) End Papers

And if I don't hit my photo limit how to put the book cloth on the book case

#book binding #book binding for beginners by a beginner #I'm TIRED OF THIS GRANDPA #THAT'S TOO DAMN BAD SOMEONE ASKED A QUESTION AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA ANSWER IT AND KEEP ANSWERING IT UNTIL YOUR DONE

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rippleclan · 6 months

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RippleClan: Moon 3

Oilpaw thinks Fennelspot isn’t very considerate of others until he surprises her with something nice. Oilpaw has recovered by now.

[Image ID: Oilpaw and Fennelspot face each other. Text to the side of Oilpaw reads - CONDITION: SHOCK, + PLATONIC LIKE: FENNELSPOT. The following conversation between Oilpaw and Fennelspot plays out in blue boxes over their heads:

Oilpaw: “Are you… being nice to me?”

Fennelspot: “No…”

Oilpaw: “Are you secretly a nice person?”

Fennelspot. “No. Leave.”]

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“You would think a tom who talks to the dead would believe us when we say we see a giant frog walking through the forest,” Oilpaw grumbled as she and Carnationkit, only a moon from her own apprenticeship, practiced their paw-drilling. Carnationkit was a natural. It only took her a few minutes to make smoke rise from her fireboard. Meanwhile, Oilpaw had been working for an hour and she might as well have tried to start the fire with her mind.

“Well, it’s a weird story,” Carnationkit said. The breeze caught the smoke and blew it in her face. Carnationkit coughed and dropped her spindle.

“I know that, but it really scared me!” Oilpaw groaned. “He could have been a bit more considerate. Even Weedfoot needed something to calm her down! He’s such a weird cleric. I got to meet the WheatClan cleric, Bubblemoon, at the Gathering yesterday. He’s way cooler than Fennelspot. I can’t believe he used to be Fennelspot’s apprentice.”

“Fennelspot was probably a different tom when he lived in WheatClan,” Carnationkit sighed.

As though the pair had summoned a warrior of StarClan, Fennelspot emerged from the small white ship that sat against the main shipwreck, RippleClan’s medicine den. He called, “Oilpaw! Come here for a moment.” Oilpaw sighed and put down her drill.

“Wish me luck,” Oilpaw chuckled before heading to the medicine den.

Inside, Fennelspot had his collection of herbs sitting on the broken wood and stones that gutted the white ship. Baskets, firkins, and even a few pots lined the walls with all of Fennelspot’s valuable medical mixtures. Part of Oilpaw wanted to test the effects of each mixture on herself, if Fennelspot wouldn’t kill her for it.

“Weedfoot has you practicing fire-starting, right?” Fennelspot asked. The tom fiddled with drying leaves resting in the upper crannies of the den.

“Yes…” Oilpaw said carefully, like Fennelspot was trying to bait her into a trap.

“Well,” Fennelspot gulped, “if you’re going to keep failing, you might as well practice an easier method.” He plucked something shiny from his shelf of herbs. It looked like one of the flat rocks Downstar built the oven out of, but made of crystal.

“What is this?” Oilpaw gasped.

“Glass,” Fennelspot explained. “WheatClan sometimes steals this from the humans. I got a few shards from Bubblemoon at the Gathering. If you hold it up to the sun and point the reflected light onto the wood, it should start to burn after a while.” Oilpaw ran a paw over the smooth surface of the glass.

“Are you… being nice to me?” she asked.

“No…” Fennelspot mumbled. “Just sparing you some humiliation.”

“Are you secretly a nice person?” Oilpaw chuckled.

“No,” Fennelspot whined. “Leave. I have things to do.” Oilpaw picked up the glass and trotted out of the den with her tail high in the air. Maybe Fennelspot wasn’t so bad!

(Oilpaw: 7, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(Fennelspot: 60, male, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

Puddlespeckle rethinks his life choices.

[Image ID: Puddlespeckle sits in the middle of the screen with + DISLIKE: WEEDFOOT underneath him]

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Carnationkit was old enough to watch herself without Puddlespeckle hovering over her. She was basically a little apprentice at this point, helping with whatever camp chores Downstar and her cronies asked for. So Puddlespeckle was stuck in the elder’s den on a grotesquely pleasant early autumn day.

Puddlespeckle had a good view of the rest of camp from his nest. Fennelspot, Downstar, and Weedfoot shared tongues in the shadow of the shipwreck, muttering about something or other. StarClan, it made him sick. A SlugClan cat was his leader now. And worse, his own daughter was subordinate to her. He turned his back to the Clan.

Maybe he should have refused Weedfoot’s pleas. He could have stuck it out as a loner. Perhaps, as Weedfoot and her little Clan of traitors formed their Clan, Puddlespeckle could have returned to AshClan and begged Autumnstar for forgiveness. Sure, he was right to exile Puddlespeckle, Weedfoot hurt their Clan and he was her father. They needed to root out the wet leaves so the ashes could burn again.

It was too late now. Puddlespeckle gave his daughter another chance. Look where it left him. A useless elder in a useless Clan.

(Puddlespeckle: 129, male, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

Carnationkit plucks a bird and puts the feathers in her nest.

[Image ID: Carnationkit sits in a nest covered in white pixel feathers. The text under her reads + DISLIKE: DOWNSTAR, SCRUBMASK. A text box to the left reads “Carnationkit, what happened to this bird?” A text box above Carnationkit reads “Uh… mange?”]

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Carnationkit tucked the feathers along the edge of her lone nest in the nursery. Each one was long, white, and silky. She rubbed her face against the feathers and settled deep into the nest. Blurry memories of a warm belly and a gentle voice drifted to the surface when Carnationkit touched the feathers. Maybe they would bring a little life back to the empty nursery. With one wall against the jagged shipwreck and one wall formed from water-smoothed stones, the barren den trapped Carnationkit inside with nothing but that small, fluffy nest to keep her company.

“Carnationkit,” someone called, “what happened to this bird?” Downstar and Scrubmask appeared outside the den. Scrubmask carried a seagull whose pink skin peeked out from its feather-bare wings. The two older mollies locked their eyes on Carnationkit’s feathers.

“Uh…” Carnationkit gulped, covering her treasures, “mange?”

“Carnationkit, please don’t play with the prey,” Downstar sighed. “If you want feathers, let me know and I’ll pluck the bird. Bird feathers can carry disease if you aren’t careful.”

“Please don’t take them,” Carnationkit whined. “They’re really soft! The nursery gets cold at night!” Carnationkit pulled her feathers close and hid them under her chin.

“I won’t take them,” Downstar groaned, “just… please don’t play with the prey. Alright? It’s a rule in the code.” Downstar shook her head and slipped away. Scrubmask stared at Carnationkit in a way that made her fur prickle. Eventually, the quiet warrior followed Downstar back into camp.

“I just wanted some company,” Carnationkit grumbled, burrowing her nose in her feathers.

(Carnationkit: 5, female, sweet, splashes in puddles)

(Downstar: 62, female, adventurous, valuable insight, very clever)

(Scrubmask: 20, female, gloomy, good hunter, fast runner)

#rippleclan #rippleclan clangen #clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats clangen #warriors #rippleclan story #carnationkit #downstar #scrubmask #oilpaw #fennelspot #puddlespeckle

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mugeesworld · 1 year

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My One piece Figurine Collection but it gets Worse and Worse.....

Also where I got them from cause we don't gatekeep here💪

ignore how dusty and dirty my shelf is😭😭😭

Robin. This is the most normal one. She looks a little weird but she cute 💪 ( robin and the amoungus thing are both from five below)

Just two dudes being dudes. (The ones with lollis you can get at Walmart or amazon. The small zoro you can get at five below)

Sanji killing sanji while sanji stands there doing nothing (small one is from five below. The one laying down can be bought at Walmart or on Amazon. The one kicking I got online on Walmart.)

I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THE STICKERS WE'RE COMING OFF💀😭. Anyways I built this shit. It's like advanced legos. It's in Japanese tho so you have to go by the picture instructions. (Walmart)

Listen. I don't even know bro. They just chilling eating some shaving cream alr💀( small furniture is from a hobby lobby building set. Hello kitty's from 5 below. Choppers from Amazon)

Crusty ace sitting in a flower cup. With a nice cold drink. (Ace is from Amazon.)

Luffy riding a duck. That's all. (I got him at Walmart but you can get him on Amazon)

All my other figures on that shelf. (Franky is from Amazon. Kiri is from Amazon. Sailor Moon is from hobby lobby. Tsuki is from 5 below. Shanks and Luffy thing is from Walmart.)

All the other stuffffff (camo chopper is from 5 below. Big chopper is from Walmart. Cup head was given to me)

All the other stuff. I don't have a brook figure so I gave a Halloween decoration a flute and bam. (Duck is from a arcade. Usopp is from 5 below. Skeleton guy is from dollar general.)

That's all👍

When i say Walmart I mean online. But if you go to the collectables ile near the electronics they have the ones with the bendy arms and legs. Sometimes! It almost the same price tho on Amazon. When i got one from Walmart it was like 19.99 and when i got one on Amazon it was 20 idk what shipping was tho.

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august? — I ADORE HER!

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

The upstairs of Wonyoung’s restaurant has always been closed off from the public, simply because it wasn’t always in their budget to finance more decor and furniture to fill the space, nor the customers. But Wonyoung always thought it was important to clean the space from time to time anyway. You agreed with her on that. It just felt better working in a place, especially with food, where the upstairs room above you was also just as well kept and clean. No dust flying around, no rodents, and no mold or rust. Hopefully anyway, you really hate mold.

And it was a nice space too, the way it was built let them sunlight seep in from the window just right and the antique chandelier from the previous owners of building from 8 years ago (they never took it back, they just left it) dangling in the middle of the empty room just made it feel very picturesque. You all take turns cleaning it too of course. (Wonyoung said it was fine, but you all wouldn’t have it since all of you together spent time in the room)

Because of the fact Wonyoung was really the only one who kept the room clean, and insisted her parents on keeping it that way. She made the decisions regarding the room. And her second decision — after the decision of her being the only one in charge of to maintain the unoccupied second floor. The only one out of her and her parents wanting to keep the upstairs — was to show you Hyunjin around. To other people, it was an empty dusty room, but luckily to the three of you- as soon as you three finished cleaning the place together- you all found it to be a spacious and comfortable hideaway.

It became a really special place. Times like practicing for your audition with two best friend's and the Jang Family coaching you, or the many times the three of you blast music from the tiny speaker sitting in the middle of the room, as you all dance around for fun. (And — of course — come high school, the addition of Sunghoon and Jungwon)

The five of you were upstairs often, if you all needed the space to study, if you and Wonyoung are still working a shift and the boys are upstairs studying or playing board games (board games; kept on the singular shelf you all keep in the room), when one of you have a bad day and you all just wanna be in privacy together, or sometimes your grandfather would bring you guys some food for dinner together, as if you were all a one big happy family.

Fast forward to led to your head lying in Wonyoung's lap alone here on the second level of the restaurant, under the off chandelier, the fairy lights by the windows (You and Hyunjin set up with Wonyoung’s parents for Wonyoung on her 14th birthday. In which she never wanted to take them down) splayed the room in a warm eerie tone.

She nor Hyunjin doesn’t know why you’re reacting like this, why him being here is such an issue. Did something ever happen between you and Beomgyu? They never knew because you never brought him up or answered them clearly enough to figure out a single clue.

“Was this recently?” Wonyoung keeps her voice gentle and comforting as ever, whilst she combs through the tangles in your hair.

"No, I've been feeling like this for a while now" you say while lying in her lap, a blank expression on your face as you stare blankly at a spot on the wooden floors.

“But there’s a this to talk about?” she suggests, trying to piece things together with the little vague bits of information you’re giving her. She continues runs her hands through the silky strands of your hair as you lie in silence. You don't know what or how to say how weird things have been for you recently.

“What’s on your mind baby?” she ask, carefully treading on this topic for the umpteenth time. Not wanting to press on the topic too hard in fear of scaring you away once again.

“Nothing, I’m fine” something very far from the truth, shifting uncomfortably in her lap

“You’re lying to me again...” she sighs disappointedly, but her continuous strokes through your hair don't falter, she knows your desperately wracking through your brain to give her a clear answer. But your stomach still turns in guilt as you can hear the calmness of her voice slowly being invaded by her disappointment. However, an inhale and exhale later, she's calm again. She knows better than anyone how much you're going through and decides to keep her head and hold her ground in case you do decide to spill.

You lie there silent, frustration growing through your insides as you can recall so many other moments of people wanting to be there for you but you stand there unable to grasp an edge. You hate how much it feels like these feelings of tease your senses. As much as you dislike many things about yourself, is mending the endless amount of pain and guilt in your life really such a selfish thing to do?

You close your eyes, pressing your lips together, inhaling, then exhaling out the nerves. “There's a lot happening and I don't wanna jinx the possibilities by talking about this" you blink anxiously as you make a conscious decision to move past your nerves and instead, forward.

Staring down at your head resting in her lap, she smiles, “Your mind works as if you’re living a bad movie storyline" chuckling as she successfully unties a knot in your hair and continues to comb through "That's terrible thinking you know"

“Well television were my only source from my childhood when it came to looking at healthy human behaviour” you argue.

She just laughs "That's fair"

And as lighthearted laughter begins to fill the room, you hear the pattern of familiar footsteps making its way over to you and Wonyoung. Bless the old and squeaky floorboards from keeping anyone from sneaking up on any of you.

“So how’re you feeling now then? Something tells me you might not need a hug anymore” Jungwon asks concerned as he takes a seat in front of you and Wonyoung.

"While I am feeling better, but I hope you know I would never turn down a hug from you" you say smittenly as you smile up to him.

He wears a plain blank expression but to anyone who knew Jungwon better, he was hiding a lot more. Something you've come to admire him for, his ability to keep his emotions in check regardless on how hard reality came to take shots at his dreams and deepest wishes.

You notice him staring at your hand. Realizing that the look in his eyes means he's contemplating whether or not it's okay to soothe you the way Wonyoung is doing right now or give you the space you deserve. And as your stomach fills with warmth from his mindfulness, you reassure him of his worries as you reach out your hand for his. And as soon as his eyes catch sight of your hand floating towards his he carefully takes your hand in his. Drawing circles on the dorsal side of your hand.

The three of you sit there in silence for a while as you close your eyes taking it all in. Before you could've maybe watched on TV on how kids your age would find their way around their problems with their friends and endless amount of wit, as you watched envious. But here you are now in between two very important people in your life and you can't help but feel nothing but grateful to have them here, wanting to savour this feeling forever.

"You know you walk past a lot of people you went to your old middle school with, like Yeosang hyung or Yeji noona" Jungwon says, still holding your hand.

"But?" you retort, knowing there's more.

"But you don't usually spook the way you did downstairs a few moments ago" he says carefully. You can tell by the way his eyes are barely leaving his hands holding yours that he's afraid you might try and run away & avoid the topic of, what you like to call, your bad feelings. Courtesy of your bad conditioning from your parents.

Wonyoung, out of no where, pinches his side and he yelps in surprise. You turn your head to look up at Wonyoung confused, as you find her glaring at Jungwon, and a pout sitting on her face.

"Ow?! What was that for?" he winces as he uses his other hand to rub his side.

"Real subtle Yang!" She spits in frustration, you wonder how her voice is still as elegant and as honey-like as ever, "Here I am, trying to be as gentle and patient with Y/N as possible. Aaand you just jump right on in to the problem! No warning!" she says as she pinches him again.

"Ow! I'm sorry! I'm not as good at this as you are!" he says, wincing in pain while still rubbing the side Wonyoung pinched him twice in.

You chuckle "Hey, no hurting each other on my account please, or off for that matter" you say, your voice sounding a bit croaky and drowsy from lying down all this time.

Letting go of Jungwon's hand, you slowly get up from Wonyoung's lap and let out small sighs while you stretch your arms a bit. Turning your head back to them as your finally sitting upright, you smile endearingly at them.

"And I'm fine okay? Nothing to worry about" You say chipper, yet breathy, voice your body can offer. The same one you use to charm customers from your grandfather's shop into buying furniture they could use.

And well- you're not fine, but you didn't even know yourself what reason, or why you were reacting this way around him. Why your head and chest felt heavy around him or what kind of voodoo sign this meant. Not that you believed in things like that anyway.

And thinking about it now, you don't like the idea of you going through, maybe the next few days or weeks, debating whether or not this means more than the simple relationship status of ex-bandmates you share with him now.

And you most certainly don't like the idea of looking dumb as you struggle to annunciate vowels like a baby learning to talk, trying to describe this all for Wonyoung and Jungwon.

They both look at each other confused, then back at you, watchin as you pick up yourself from the floor and dust off your apron and tie your hair back up.

"Sorry for scare, but I'm okay. Let's just get back to the customers downstairs, yeah?" you say cheerily as you point a finger over at the staircase and begin to make your way over there in a hurry.

"Could've sworn I saw more people coming in from earlier!" and your voice fades out from the distance. Leaving the two Won's feeling like they missed something.

Exchanging a final look between each other, and with Wonyoung helping Jungwon find his footing again, they both decide to start to follow your direction and head downstairs.

Walking side by side Wonyoung lets out an exasperated sigh, looking down at the floor as she treads her feet over to the staircase.

Looking over at her for moment, Jungwon sighs as he lifts his arm to pull her closer to him and caresses her shoulder as they both walk downstairs.

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johnrossbrrr · 10 months

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Hobbies and interests are weird sometimes.

Like sometimes you see something and you just know that’s what you want to do, and there is no looking back from that point. I remember seeing Magic the Gathering for the first time, and it was like 4th grade, I knew. And lo and behold, I'm 35, still playing magic. But like sometimes it just kinda happens by accident, like you don't mean to get into the thing at all.

I think it was mid 2021 and I just stumbled on the Blackwargreymon gunpla kit online. Digimon was a big deal for me as a kid, I was pretty young when it started, like 10?, and I have always had a soft spot for it. So this thing looked really cool, I didn’t really have anything on my shelf for digimon even though it was a big deal for me as a kid, and it wasn't that horrendously expensive, even marked up on amazon. I don’t think I had ever done a plastic model kit before, so I started poking around to see what it would need, and I found a pretty decent entry level set of tools, clippers, some tweezers, some sanding tools and so on. So I went, what the hell, I did something nice for the kid in me. I think it’s important to do a lot of nice things for the kid in you, just good life advice. So I took the plunge. The closest thing to compare to I guess was lego, it’s kinda the same process, you just gotta cut out your pieces and clean them up, but after that you just put it together. Lego was another thing I really liked as a kid.

This kit was so much fun, I went into it with the just expectation that it will look good, and it does, very good. Ok I have to stress this, I don’t think there is anything on the market that looks even a fraction as good as these kits do, and at such a better price, it’s ridiculous. But the Kit was so much fun to put together, it's just meditative, and very personal. You slowly work your way through it, learning how the plastic feels and reacts to the cuts, shaves and sanding you do, and you make mistakes, but you work through it and learn. It’s imperfect in a very personal way. And then I finished it. And sometimes you just finish something and then you are like, ‘this can’t be the only time I do this’. I knew I was kinda hooked on it.

Thankfully there was a bit of backlog on the kits available. I think at the time the upcoming one was Machindramon, and I ended up picking the other kits in the meantime, Omegamon/Omnimon & MetalGarurumon. And so over that year of the pandemic it was a treat for myself, as I slowly built up this shelf of great looking digimon figures that I put together myself. When I got the Gallantmon/Dukemon kit, I took an extra chance on it, and decided to re-paint it with my minis paint, giving it a more classic color scheme. It’s probably the most time I spent on one model, and I haven’t tried painting one again since them, but I’m still immensely proud of it, there was a lot of little mistake I made, and a spoke on his shoulder broke that I had to drill a metal rod to reinforce as well as putting some extra epoxy putty in, but it was more lessons learned. As a prep I spent a bunch of time looking up videos of people painting gunpla, and as a side note, some folks do amazing jobs with that, like absolutely fantastic.

I wanted more though, and I was waiting for new digimon kits to come out but you are waiting. I think it was around the time the pandemic restrictions were loosening, and I was starting to maybe just explore places a bit again. I went into a Game Stop for the first time in a while, and was surprised to see a gunpla kit there. It was the master grade Barbatos kit, and it was a very reasonable price, like I want to say 60ish CAD. I was paying more for the digimon kits cause I was mostly getting that stuff through amazon and often it was imported from japan and extra shipping fees etc. So I went what the hell? I never really was that interested in Gundam before, I had a friend who made me watch an Iron Blooded Orphans OVA, and I honestly could not tell you anything about it, I was so checked out. But it looked cool, so I took another chance. I figured it wouldn’t look bad on a shelf.

That kit is a killer kit. I remember being so impressed with it, when you are building it you start with a skeleton and then you put the armor on top of that. It was so novel, and so cool. It’s a master grade, which is kinda the 2nd highest tier of kits available.

I guess as a little aside, the entry level is High Grade, HG, this is 1:144 scale, and is a great entry level, kits can be very cheap, as low as 15ish up to 30ish (CAD prices, your can figure out your conversion, USD is going to be less). Next up you have Master Grade, MG, these kits are 1:100 scale, sometimes they are different names but 1:100 is size. These guys are pricier, but a big jump in quality, not to say the HG are bad, HG are pretty impressive, but the jump is very noticeable. MGs are very nice, and the prices I noticed are usually 60 to 90. The next typical grade up is Perfect Grade, these are 1:60 scale, and very big, and very complex. I have only done one so far, the Exia. It was 280ish I think. For these kits I think the floor is around 200ish, and can go up quite a bit from there, I think some push 500+.

Back from that tangent, this kit felt like the perfect entry for a more experienced kit. I had already done quite a few digimon kits, and it's the same stuff, just different franchise. Like literally the same, Bandia makes both of these kits. So this was easy to get into. And it really was cool, to say it again. I was like damn, this is neat. So I let that stew, and for a while that was the only gundam I had and I was pretty content for that to be the case.

Then a new boon arrived, I found a local gunpla store. I had actually been there a few times before, but before It was more focused on anime, but I guess in my absence over many years it shifted, and grew its gunpla selection a lot, the wall of bluray and dvds became a wall of boxes of gunpla. And They had digimon kits too. And the prices were very good. I made the switch, as it became a lot more accessible, just even the ability to browse and not do shipping, chief’s kiss. So I picked a few kits I didn’t have, and continued to get new ones there. But I started to see the rest of the gunpla, and I knew the Barbatos was cool, and they had such a big selection, even a lot of older stuff.

So I started picking up a few. It was kinda neat, just jumping into this franchise that I really only knew on a visual level. Like I know it’s been around for a long time, and there are a lot of series, like OG, Wing, Seed, ect. But after that, I know nothing about the Gundam, they fight in big robots, that’s it. So I was in the odd position where I was free to just pick them up blindly if that makes sense, I wasn’t beholden to any lore or preference outside of ‘it looks cool’ and wow I kinda realized I don't have something like that. Like how often do you enter a fandom in a backwards kind of way. Like typically you get into something because you are a fan of it, you like the story, setting, characters and then that kinda informs how you follow up everything after. Like you get the figure of the character you like. I’m sure I’m not the only person who just gets (outside of WFM lol) the kits as kits with no real attachment to the source, and I imagine it's not even that small of a portion. Like people don’t need lore to do train kits or w/e. Anyways it was just a neat perspective, and like I said, freeing. I was allowed to pick stuff from w/e series, and mix and match cause I didn’t care.

So yah, i just went on picking up more kits, the prices of HG were such a great thing too. Like on average 20 bucks a pop for a kit, easy sell for me. So I started having a gunpla shelf, and that was cool.

I guess the next phase kinda happened. I had heard of Witch from Mercury (WFM), way back when it first announced, and the only take away at that time I had was it was going to feature a female lead, I remember going, I guess that’s cool, but you guys have been doing this for how long, and this is your first? I had another thought but I will come back to that later. So I just kinda filed that away as whatever, I wasn’t really that interested in it as a show, Gundam as a series just didn’t really feel my thing, I am still quite ignorant outside of WFM, but I guess I have more of a sense of it now. Anyways it comes to the point years later, and WFM starts airing, I think I even had a CR sub cause I wanted to watch spy family. I slept on the first 2 episodes. I had just met with a friend again that moved back, and he mentioned it’s queer, that Suletta gets herself engaged to in the first episode.

What. This was not what I expected. The point I mentioned before? So I'm a sucker for W/W ships, always have been. I very much had a thought when I first heard WFM years before, ‘it's not going to be sapphic though, it’s going to be some hetero stuff’, and it was a pessimistic take at the time, but I just felt burned out from everything being like that. Everything is fucking straight all the time. Like I just want more queer stuff, I hope everything ends up being queer, but realistically it’s not. And it’s Gundam, this is a big franchise, It’s not going to push further than female protag, so I just stopped my expectations there. But is it? And well fuck, I have to give it chance now. And it was, like not even in the subtext kind of way. Suletta was Miorine’s groom. The show had Utena in its DNA. I was very cautious though, feeling like this isn’t going to happen. I felt like I was going to get the rug pulled out, there certainly were a lot of guys vying for either of the two girls at the beginning. But I stuck with the show, a bit of pessimism and caution, but wanting it to happen.

And the little things started happening. After the third episode I think there is a shot of Miorine’s room, and it's a mess. I told myself, then, in a very gut feel way, If Suletta cleans her room, it’s real. I carried that thought going forward. Unpacking it later, I realized how true to the characters it was, Miorine didn’t want to be there, her room was a prison to her and she didn’t let anyone into her life. And then she asks Suletta to clean her room in ep11, and god that episode. I threw out caution, I was ready to sink on this ship if it would after that. And shit, 12 was a hell of an episode to finish on, and then the wait for the second cour. Ooof. Like it was real now, very real, feelings were vocalized and it wasn't just reading into characters. It was firmly the TEXT, no room negotiation. This show was very intentional about everything, I could start to see how everything was now feeding into the rest of itself. God this show.

The wait for the second cour took a while. I was talking about gunpla before, wow. Sure, let's get back there for a bit. I was pretty moderate with picking up kits, I got just Aerial, and Suletta and Miorine. I honestly felt a little embarrassed at the time, like it was an admission that, yah, I’m getting the feels hard now. But that was it, I got some more unconnected gunpla but I was mostly just stewing on my feelings till the second cour hit.

And wow, did those feelings come in hard once the show came back. Not to sound old here, i’m only 35, but it’s easy to forget what watching a show weekly is like with how much bingin it like with the netlix model of shows was the norm for so long. But letting a show really sit with you, to digest it, let it stew and think about before moving to the next episode. For some shows that can be magic, or at least that’s been my experience. I don’t think this would have been a good show to binge, and if anyone is going to watch it, I don’t recommend just burning through it really quickly. This is a show that really lets you take it apart and analyze the moments. It felt like everything could be read into for more meaning. Tomatoes, The move forward, gain one, the growth of characters, how Suletta and Miorine treat each other. It’s a gold mine for essay lol.

Or this whole ending credits to Red:birthmark. This is is basically the whole character arc of Suletta.

I guess that sorta leads to onwards. I had dipped out of tumblr way back when things went south and everyone dipped. Like myself maybe not right away, but like it felt like 90% of folks were gone and I was soon too. I would sometimes check back in, but never stayed. Then things started to just get real bad with twitter. Like i never liked it as a social site, or reddit. It just feels bad. I had only really started to use it and reddit cause tumblr died, and they did not serve the same way. Like there are few decent subreddits. But they never really did what I wanted. So I started to maybe check in here again, more frequently. Then I remember the day it really stuck.

Bees happened, Yang and Blake kissed. I was not super invested in RBWY, I bounced pretty quickly way back. I like the fandom though, it has always been strong and I'm sure people will have different feelings, but w/e. I always found them charming, and I think it was what made me try watching the show way back in the first place. So anyways Bees happened, that was a big surprise, and it kinda hit hard. Like it was beautifully awkward in a real way, it felt genuine. And I saw it here on tumblr. And good fucking win for the fandom, I tried watching some of the more recent episodes, and I am not going back to watch old stuff but boy does Ruby have some trauma to unpack. Whoof, even missing context that hit hard. The fanfiction is great. Dug around in there and there are some really good ones. Bless the fandom. I started with Bees stuff since obv, but I also dug around into Ice Rose too. Maybe it’s too much to hope, but that show will be cooking if it also does that.

Anyways I guess I was back on tumblr. There were a bunch of oldies still here, and I could dive into the tags. And It really made me realize how much twitter was kinda just making me miserable. Like there is just so much more positive here, and over there it’s just miserable. And WFM was starting up again soon. Perfect storm. I wish I had been here for the first cour. But I was here for the second cour.

I had originally joined tumblr way back after Korra ended. I was not ready to let the show go when it finished, and this was a good place to celebrate the show. It was so fundamental to my early days here, I followed so many people because of it. Fan art, people talking about the show, even years later, fan fiction. Like I said, it was a celebration of the show. I still treasure a lot of those old moments, and followed a lot of those artists onto twitter and pateron. Hopefully I will start seeing them here more as twitter implodes.

It’s been very nostalgic here again, as we finish WFM. It’s like being back to that moment with Korra. I loved seeing all the art here again. I loved seeing all the talks, musing and speculation as the second cour went on. I started to follow people again that I kept seeing popping in the tags and It reminded me what it’s like to slowly learn a bit of someone on this site. I missed that old bleeding of interests you get. The cross contamination of fandoms. I got to see someone younger share their experience with Sailor Moon in real time through this site. I love it, I was a kid when that show first aired, it is so cool to get these new perspectives.

And now WFM is finished. I said this before, I knew at the start of the second cour that this show is going to stick with me for a long time. Remember the gunpla, well I have perspective now, I have been picking up more of those because I now have feelings to contend with, lol. Not a bad problem to have. It hit hard, the show, episode 16 left me heartbroken, god. And now we are here, they have rings, they had the wedding. Eri is the sister in law. God it happened and it feels like this was plucked from a better timeline. This show is such a fucking win, I’m not letting it go any time soon.

I never really did much of this before, sharing that is. This is a lot, hell I’m even considering if I will post this as I draft this. I mostly just reblogged things and avoided putting my own words on top of them. And that’s fine, but idk, it’s never too late to try new things right, and you can always do things at your own pace, so maybe I can share a bit and it resonates with someone, and maybe it ends up being no different than existing in the void and never being posted. I spent too much time being self conscious of the things I like. I want to spend more time just making the kid in me happy you know.

Being around this all again has been nice, I feel motivated to be creative, more so then I was before. I have always had ideas for fics just floating in my head, and I think I might actually post a Persona 5 fic at some point, it's in the works. I recently played through it again with the female protag mod, and bless that mod, but now I feel compelled to write something about Makoto. Hell, maybe even some WFM stuff later. There is a really obscure doujin that I want to write something for as it felt criminal that it only got one entry. If you made it this far, thanks. Let yourself enjoy stuff.

John

#musings #me #spoilers #gundam witch from mercury #witch from mercury #gundam #digimon #gunpla #korra #got feelings man #this goes a lot places #long post #this is for me #just need to get the words out #sulemio #getting into gunpla #long story short I like gunpla and w/w #and coming back to tumblr #and thank you to everyone here

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jezmmart · 5 months

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Chamomile Comic Trivia #29

#151 - Awful

I remember this one came to me when good art friend Louistrations was chatting about a leaky ceiling or something similar he was suffering from. I hope it's long no longer an issue or you have a bucket to sleep with if not Louis!

I forget if this is the first time I've done it, but for a condense gag comic like Cammie, having little "The Next Day..." type captions just feels a bit off and breaks up the rhythm of the joke for me, which is why I instead went for a panel showing night and sunrise and outfit changes instead to imply the passing of a day.

#152 - Breakfast

Basically Cammie repeating an exact experience I had on the way to work once in full. Looking up photo reference for shop exteriors and such in the UK is always interesting, I never really notice how often the buildings of businesses have elaborate stuff like window boxes and such because they pretty much always have flats above or the building was never built with the modern business below in mind at all!

Oh yeah... and also this one published in March 2020. I think at this point I was two weeks ahead on producing the comic, and in that two weeks this comic aged terribly, coming out right at the point where panic buying began and the supermarkets became stupidly empty. The panic buying had already started when I drew it, so I felt the need to make sure I drew a fully stocked establishing shot of the supermarket to make it clear that panic buying wasn't the cause of the empty shelves Cammie observed, the pastries in the little supermarket bakery section just weren't out yet! But what took me by surprise is that two weeks later, when the comic published, that phenomena was still VERY much ongoing.

Here's the uncovered panel since I spent a good little while on it despite mostly being covered by speech bubbles! Still very basic once you really look at it, but a definite improvement on visual fidelity since #39!

And... who was that hiding behind a speech bubble this whole time!?

My old character Frogy, after some marmite as usual! It's hard to tell at this level of detail if it's really him... I wonder if Frogy is a franchise within the fiction of Chamomile (baby Cammie was wearing a t-shirt with him on in... hey, #39, the one I linked just above again!) and someone left their toy on the shelf here, or whether this is truly the first case of including an actual character cameo from another work of mine in Chamomile, confirming that it and Frogy take place in the same universe, with dire, dire lore implications! (I mean for a start he's a celebrity if Cammie had a t-shirt of him).

#153 - Office

A little follow-up to Layla's storyline since I was done with it but it never really got a conclusion to return to the status quo. I recall the joke was more or less a straight adaptation of a real life conversation, perhaps between Molly and I, though I forget the specifics at this point, 3 years later. It was also a fun opportunity to explore some in-universe humour, sometimes it's nice to just hang out with the characters making jokes among themselves rather than have them act erratically or larger-than-life in some way for the sake of humour.

#154 - Bush

I remember at this point - or at least two weeks prior when I began work on this comic, I made the firm decision I WASN'T going to have the pandemic happen in the comic. This was the point where it was all anyone could think about, and I would rather the comic remain a thing people could enjoy a laugh from every week detached from the real world. I also didn't want the safety conditions of the pandemic holding back the scenes or character interactions I could make.

In fact, at the same time I made this decision, I specifically started this comic with the idea of making a little oasis of tranquility from the rising stress of the situation, going with cloudgazing and drawing that first panel and trying to come up with a joke from there - this is one I literally just ad-libbed at the time instead of opening my notepad of ideas. It remains a little favourite of mine!

My only regret is that I wanted the space to have that fairly nice big panel at the top but needed somewhere for the first line of dialogue to go. I kept it floating just OUT of the panel to hopefully keep that first panel timeless and encourage readers to linger on it for a moment and percieve the atmosphere, but there's... something I'm not happy with it, I dunno, it doesn't quite work for my eyes, but might be entirely in my head!

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welcome-back-to-hoimycraf · 2 months

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fWhip ran their hands down their face. They were exhausted. Of course, they had to put this off until the last minute, and now they had to figure out how to make an entirely new potion from scratch in a day. Very smart of him, he knows.

He had to live up to his title of Master Alchemist (a title given to themself, but it's true, what can they say) and, if they were to be honest, he worked best under pressure. Plus, he was kind of getting paid (handsomely, of course) for this commission, so it was a bit of a win-win situation.

Sighing, they glared down at the muddy brown liquid in front of them. Another failed attempt. Maybe it wasn’t a win-win situation because the pressure that usually helped him succeed was not doing them any favors right now. At the rate they were going at, he might be down in the workshop all night. That was fine. They were never one for schedules anyway.

fWhip groaned. They were tired though... and he really didn't want to do this right now...

Ready to give up, they reasoned to give themself three more tries before retiring to bed. If things didn't work out, they’d just pick it back up in the morning when they had a fresh head.

He picked up another bottle and started again. It was pretty routine: fill with water, add the nether wart, and let it brew for a bit. As he followed the familiar motions, fWhip took a moment to think back on the commission.

Mezalea needed a way to dye terracotta in big batches and fast for its ever-growing amount of building projects (with no thanks to King Joel’s habit of growing eyes bigger than their supply stores every passing day), so they decided to turn to fWhip for a custom potion to do the job. Now, infusing dye into water and throwing it seemed pretty easy on the surface, but carrying it out was much harder than one would think. There had to be a lingering component, so that the dye would actually, y'know, dye the material. Probably something slightly explosive as well for range of effect, and each potion had to be packed to the brim with as much blue pigment as possible for potency. So yeah, a bit more complicated than he thought initially.

It was simple, add the dye, mix, infuse with gunpowder. Add the dye, mix, infuse with-

The cyan liquid boiled over onto his gloves and down the edges of the glass. fWhip sucked in a quick breath of surprise and yanked his hands back. Thank Goddess he was resistant to heat. They shook their hands free of the hot liquid, groaning defeatedly, and moved to clean up the mess.

The thing is, it wasn't even that hard! Well, it shouldn't be, and yet here he was on their seventh try with nothing to show for it. It was probably the sleep deprivation and lack of motivation, but fWhip'd worked with worse conditions. This was nothing! The failed attempt staring back at him said otherwise, though.

He let his head fall onto the workbench a bit harder than he probably should. Alright, just two more tries and they can go to bed. Their nice, warm, comfy bed...

The rhythm started up again. Water, nether wart, brew. Maybe he should try adding the gunpowder first? It was worth a shot. It’s not like they had any better ideas.

He took the bottle off the brewing stand and reached for the small pouch of the explosive powder and- Of course, it's empty. A frustrated groan ripped its way out of fWhip's throat. Great! Just great! Well, at least Past-fWhip had been smart enough to keep spare ingredients down in the workshop, so they’ve got that going for them.

He doesn’t think being short is all that great usually, but he especially thought that now as they stepped onto the workbench to have better access to the shelves. Why did he even keep stuff up there? It's not like he could reach it. In fact- why did they even install them that high in the first place? He built the lab! Misplaced hope for a growth spurt maybe? They’d have to move it sometime.

They were thankful now more than ever that the box wasn't heavy. It just was on the top shelf because of course it was. fWhip let out a strained sound as they shifted onto the tips of their toes to reach the box- and it worked! His fingers just barely gripped the sides of the box. Great, now to just-

The box came falling down, gunpowder and all.

fWhip scrambled to try to catch it again before the gunpowder spilled everywhere, but their awful luck just led them to smacking it harder towards the desk, letting the putrid dust spill everywhere. “Everywhere” unfortunately included the open, awaiting potion. Shit.

I'm very stupid, was their last thought before approximately ten times the safe amount to add filled the bottle and a small explosion rocked the room. fWhip took the brunt of the blast and was flung off his (not so stable in the first place) feet, landing on his ass in a way that would definitely be sore tomorrow.

A heavily blue-toned smoke filled the room, leaving him coughing and waving their hands in front of their face to clear it out. It looked like the sky had filled their workshop with how blue it was. Maybe he did a good job on that front after all.

fWhip stood up and scowled down at the bubbling bottle. They decided it'd be best to start cleaning up, so he grabbed the potion tongs and brought it over to the sink pressed haphazardly into the corner. After dumping the contents out, they let the bottle fall into the basin, tongs and all. The Count leaned forward and let his forehead rest on the edge of the sink. He was exhausted, but at least it wasn’t the worst mess they’d ever made.

It took him a minute to work up the courage to clean up. It took him even longer to will their body to move. But, fWhip took their goggles off, thankful they had been wearing them. They knew from experience that gunpowder in the eyes was basically a method of torture. Along with those went his soaked gloves, banished to hang over the edge of the sink as he thoroughly washed his face. No rashes for him to deal with in the morning, please. He scrubbed his face dry with the inside of his shirt and sighed. It seemed like they did that a lot these days, but they muscled through it and brought their hand up to wipe off the small, dirty mirror they kept down here for some reason and check to see how much of their eyebrows he had left.

…

Except they’re now blue.

In fact, all of their hair was blue. His hair, his eyebrows, his mustache, his beard- all of it was now bright cyan. He’d be coming after Scott’s brand at this rate if he wasn’t careful.

Panic rushed through them. This was absolutely not good. fWhip was The Lord of Darkness, he couldn’t be while looking like this! Plus, imagine what Sausage would say if he saw them? Imagine what Gem would say! They’d never let him live it down. This would be his legacy for the rest of time.

They stepped back from the mirror and ran their hands through their hair- a nervous habit. The redhead’s (or now bluehead’s?) feet moved on their own, carrying him back and forth across the room. This had to be the absolute worst outcome from this project, leading fWhip to mutter a few half-hearted curses to Joel for getting them into this mess.

Maybe what they needed was a bath. Yeah, a nice relaxing bath! That should wash whatever was in their hair making it blue out and everything would be fixed… He hoped.

He gathered his things and made their way to the elevator. The mess could be Morning-fWhip’s problem. He stepped onto the platform, hearing the whirring of the pulley system coming to life at the flick of the lever and bringing them back to the space behind the painting that hid the entrance. He silently thanked himself that he had a passage back to the manor and wouldn’t have to be in the eye of the public. Not that anyone would be out at this hour, but it was relieving nonetheless.

fWhip snuck through the painting in the entryway, slinking up the stairs to his tower. They were glad they’d finally convinced the staff they didn’t have to follow him like a lost puppy anymore, so he had no interruption on the way up to the bathroom.

The ruler sighed and slumped against the door as they closed it. They just needed a bath and to wash the dye out of their hair, and then everything would be back to normal! He could go to sleep and forget this ever happened.

He trudged his way over to the waterspout and undressed as the tub filled, not even bothering to wait for the water to warm up before getting in. A little known perk of being part dragon- you can warm up your own bathwater. Who could’ve known?

fWhip let out a sigh of relief and slumped down the slick porcelain as the water warmed, wings awkwardly clunking against the brim of the tub. When was the last time he’d had a nice, relaxing bath? Five- six days? They were... probably kind of gross, in hindsight. They took their time to soothe their aching muscles in the heat, and made sure to pay extra attention to their hair.

Fortunately, it was looking pretty promising when the bath turned a rather alarming shade of blue and the towel used to dry their hair was left stained and ruined by the pigment. fWhip cringed at the blight upon the stark white of the towel and made a mental note to replace it as they threw it aside, ruffling his damp and horribly textured locks. They’d always hated how stringy their hair felt after a wash; this time being no different.

They stood up from their hunched stance to look in the large mirror over the sink. Hand still in his very blue hair. Their eyes widened. How was this even possible? There was more dye in that bathwater than Mezalea and Rivendell had combined.

The Count slumped forward heavily, colliding his elbows painfully with the hard countertop and burying his face in his hands. This was a fucking awful night.

He felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes. How did he mess up this bad? He just had to procrastinate as usual. He can’t even make a potion right, and now his hair is fucked forever! What would- Oh Goddess-

fWhips eyes widened and they gripped their hair out of stress. What would Jimmy say? That stupid, stupid cod- he’d definitely have something to remark. Probably laugh his ass off too when he sees. Or.. If he sees.

The man flung open the bathroom door and raced to the top of the tower for his room, not even bothering to wear more than a towel. I locked the door, it’s fine, he thought, busting the door open and directing his carnage toward the poor desk in the corner. Blueprints, newspapers, and important political documents were flung to the floor before his hand brushed over what he was looking for.

The calendar!

If he could somehow reverse this effect before the next all-emperor meeting, it would be fine! No one would see how much of an idiot he was, and his dignity would-

The meeting was tomorrow.

The ruler screamed in frustration and slammed the innocent calendar into the dark oak of the tabletop. How was their luck this bad? Maybe he needed to evaluate some old curse he’d somehow evoked- Maybe Sausage hexed him? He’d have to get Gem to take a look, but for now they adjusted their towel better under their armpits and took a deep breath. Go to sleep, go to sleep and everything will be fine in the morning.

>Next<

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - New Years Special #4 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: How is Abigail doing a year later?

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

It’s always nice to come back home on the farm. I love Chicago and I wouldn’t leave that place any time soon, but there is something so peaceful about coming back to the place I will always call home. The place where my roots lay.

It feels good to be back. Especially since Livia is pregnant with my niece or nephew. I wish I could be there everyday, to support her and be part of the whole experience. But we FaceTime nearly everyday instead, so Chris and I are still as involved as possible. I cannot wait to be an aunt, and I will do everything in my power to make sure they have everything they need, be spoiled rotten, and be the cool aunt they tell everything to.

I’m looking at Livia, who is sitting opposite of me at the kitchen table. She looks amazing, pregnant and all. She has this type of glow you only get when you’re carrying, and is definitely rocking it.

We have just arrived home after they picked us up at the airport. The drive back home was chaotic, we all had so much to say. So now we are enjoying a cup of coffee, while Livia is asking a million questions about all the basketball players I meet due to my job and if certain rumors are true (she's obsessed with dating scandals and to be fair: me too). But also about the jet and our flight.

Our flight was heavenly because my boyfriend, and yes I love saying that, has a private jet. No annoying queues, delayed flights, annoying chatty people beside me. And the most important one: the amount of space. Not being crammed into a seat next to other people is a blessing. I’m not tiny or small so I always felt burdened while flying. Therefore, flying with Chris’ private jet is incredible.

I believe Livia has finally run out of questions, as she hasn’t asked one in the last ten seconds. Sy is sitting next to her, rubbing over her belly, having a look of pure adoration on his face.

‘Are you sure you’re not gonna name the baby Abigail if she happens to be a girl?’ I ask.

‘The answer was no, is no and forever will be no,’ Sy grumbles.

‘Mhm, I’ll still call her Abigail junior if it’s a girl.’

Sy throws me a death glare, and I laugh loudly.

‘Guys, I love catching up with you, but I gotta say hi to my babies,’ I say.

‘No!’ Livia exclaims while I’m about to stand up.

‘Don’t tell me Sy killed Honey.’

‘No, of course not! But, it’s a mess there. Sy, honey, why don’t you help me with that?’ Livia bats her eyes at him, and I can tell something’s off. I just can’t pinpoint what.

‘Sure thing,’ Sy answers while avoiding my gaze. They storm out of the kitchen leaving me and Chris behind.

‘C’mon, let’s get comfy on the couch,’ Chris says.

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Chris and I made ourselves comfortable on the couch, while Livia and Sy were running around. They have finally finished whatever they had to do, and are currently making some drinks.

From the couch, I look at the kitchen, to witness my brother getting something from the top shelf. This house was built with tall people in mind and I can tell Sy isn’t too happy about Livia standing on the tiny stools that are now littered around the house. Livia told me he takes care of her a little too well, however she is quick to add that she doesn’t mind, that she just rolls her eyes and continues on with something else.

As Livia prepares her own cup of tea, Sy whispers something in her ear and she starts to giggle. Sy lets his guard down with her, a smile toying on his lips. He wraps his arms around her, placing his chin on top of her head, his hands protectively on her belly. He’s content, he’s happy.

They are so in love. They are married and ready to start a new chapter of their lives. Sometimes I wonder if I am ready for something so domestic. Chris and I are living quite intense and fast paced lives in Chicago, but every time we close the door of our apartment, we play house. Pajama nights, cooking together, joking about taking care of our plant babies. Those moments are the ones I enjoy the most.

But we don’t move like Sy and Livia. It would be useless to compare two different relationships. While those two had shared intimate and beautiful moments with each other even back in high school, me and Chris hadn’t. We had to get to know each other on a different level. We needed time to explore who we were together as a couple. What we wanted and needed from each other.

Besides, being in a relationship after being on your own for so long, was difficult and it had felt uneasy to adjust to something like that. I was so just being by myself, I didn’t know what a healthy relationship could mean. While he was there for me, whenever I needed him, I still felt this burden when I wasn’t feeling alright, or was bothered with something. One day, when I was shutting him out, he pointed it out, and told him how it made him feel.

It was then when I realized I had to put in the work myself. It wasn’t only Chris who had to work for our relationship. I had to learn to let him in, to let him take care of me. I had to learn I didn’t have to do everything alone, that he was there for me, that I could discuss my thoughts with him. I had to learn to be loved.

But after we were past that, we were a match made in heaven.

I snuggle close to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘I’m so happy you’re here with me.’

He smiles, and tightens his grip around me. ‘So am I.’

Sy and Livia enter the living room, taking place in the giant lazy chair. Livia makes herself comfortable on Sy’s lap, and yawns loudly.

I notice how my brother, who never ever chuckles, chuckles at the sight of it. She has him wrapped all around her finger, and I know for sure he doesn’t stand a chance against the little one.

‘Why don’t we go out for a walk? Get some fresh air?’ Chris says. ‘Let those two have a moment.’ He points at Sy and Livia, the latter falling asleep against Sy’s shoulder.

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It’s not as cold as last year, no snow, no ice, but Sapphire Falls is still beautiful. The sun is setting, painting the sky in the most amazing colors. Chris walks beside me, holding my hand. He hasn’t said much since we came outside. Something is definitely off, because ever since we got together, he has created the habit of talking my ears off when we’re on a walk.

But he is still holding my hand, gently squeezing it every now and then.

We reach the end of our land, a beautiful spot, a little secluded, adjacent to Sapphire Lake. I used to come here a lot when I was younger. There is a little gazebo behind the giant hedges we approach where I came to read, or just relax.

Chris silently leads me towards it, and I suddenly feel the air between us change. His hand has become sweaty, is he nervous?

Wait, why am I hearing goats?

‘So, uhm,’ Chris mutters, pulling me with him as I slow my pace. We turn around the hedge, and I cannot believe my eyes.

The gazebo is decorated with fairy lights and flowers. A path has been made from where we’re standing, to the gazebo, with little white pebbles.

And my babies, my goats, are happily jumping around.

‘Chris!’ I gasp. ‘What, what is all this?’ My heart is beating in my chest, and I feel goosebumps all over my body.

‘Come,’ he simply says, a big grin plastered on his face. He gently tugs at my hand, and luckily my legs know what to do, otherwise I would not move an inch.

I follow him in the gazebo, and when we stand inside, I look up and see the entire ceiling is covered with lights, like little stars.

When I look back in front of me, I notice Chris has gone down on one knee in front of me.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

With my hand in his, he starts talking: ‘Abi, my life with you this past year has been all I ever wanted. I love waking up next to you everyday, I love knowing you’re there when I have a game, I love our pajama night and I even love watching The Bachelor with you.’ He stops for a minute, as he takes a deep breath. The tears had already formed in my eyes, and I spot a little shimmering in his eyes as well.

‘You make me a better person, and I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you. You are the love of my life, baby.’

I don’t think I can smile any bigger. So many emotions are racing through my body, and all I want to do is answer the question that he is about to say.

‘Will you please marry me?’ he finally asks.

‘Yes, one hundred percent yes!’ I yell, and I pull him to his feet before our lips crash into each other. We pulled each other closer as our kiss deepend, completely lost in the moment.

When we break apart, to take a breath, I feel like I’m on cloud nine.

‘You do have a ring, right?’ I tease.

‘Matter of fact, I do,’ Chris snickers. ‘Where is she?’ he adds, almost inaudible.

‘Where is who?’ I ask, but then I notice my not so little Honey approaching us with a little package dangling from her neck. ‘Oh my god!’’

Honey jumps forwards, happily bumping into me, and I provide her from the needed scratches. Chris removes the little package, and shows me the most beautiful ring.

He slides in on my finger, and everything is right about it. It’s 100% me, and so was this proposal. The secluded spot, the fairy lights, the goats, and his speech. I couldn’t have been more perfect.

I grab his face, and firmly press my lips to his while wrapping my arms around his neck.

‘I so have to tell Livia and Sy about this.’ I laugh, after we needed to take another breath. Chris has me engulfed in his arms, as we watch Honey and her friends jumping around us.

‘Look to your right,’ Chris whispers, and when I do, I see both of them, hiding behind the bushes. Livia jumps up and down as far as possible in her condition, holding a camera, while I notice Sy is smiling. He is actually smiling at me. I don’t know what surprises me more, that Chris proposed or that Sy is smiling at me.

I turn my attention back to Chris, and I let out a heavy sigh. ‘You have no idea how happy you make me,’ I whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

‘I love you,’ he whispers back.

‘Forever and always.’

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#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Welcome to Sapphire Falls Masterlist #diegos-butt & keanureevesisbae advent calender #Chris Evans #Henry Cavill #Syverson #Basketballer!Chris Evans #Farmer!Syverson #Plus size!ofc #Asian!ofc #chris evans x plus size ofc #henry cavill x asian ofc #chris evans x ofc #henry cavill x ofc

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aajjks · 3 months

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https://www.primetimer.com/features/netflix-you-joe-goldberg-cage-kevin-phipps

scream baby!JK

‘what is going on? where am i?’

you’re panicking.

you find yourself in a box, with a bed, and a shelf stacked with foods and snacks. you get up and when you see the door, you immediately run up and yank on the handle.

you pull again and again and again and when you’ve finally figured out it’s futile to tug on the locked door, you scream.

“HELP!!! SOMEBODY PLEASEEEEE!!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”

you bang on the “glass” even throw the bucket next to you as hard as you could to break it but nothing happened. not a scratch or a crack.

that’s when you figured this box you’re locked in isn’t glass.

you’re panicking again.

thiscan’tbehappening.thiscan’tbereal.i’mjustdreaming.i’mbackhome.i’mgonnawakeupsoon.there’sgottabeawayoutofhere.

there’s gotta be a way out of here.

you’re frustratingly pulling on your head of hair and thinking of ways to get out of this situation you got yourself in.

all you did was catch your ‘friend’ in a lie. a lie that dragged on for years yet you knew deep down that something was up. the missing knife, your past boyfriend, and your ‘could have’ or ‘would have’ been partners missing and killed.

for years he stood by your side and played as the best friend. smiled in your face and wiped your tears away when you were at your lowest and acted as if this “killer” wasn’t as big of a deal because he’d protect you.

he always said that.

but now here you are in some kind of box after confronting your so-called friend with the truth:

you know he is the killer.

after what felt like hours of your distress, he finally reveals himself.

your friend, the ghostface serial killer, jeon jungkook.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW JUNGKOOK!!! DO YOU HEAR ME YOU CRAZY BASTARD?? GET ME OUT!!!!”

“th-this is crazy..y-you YOU are crazy!! how could you do this?? HOW COULD YOU!! you were my friend. what’s next, huh? you gonna kill me next?“

~🫧 (i got bored lol)

see now, he didn’t want to do this to you.

But you just had to be a smart little detective, and figure out everything, do you know how much effort it took for him to kill your boyfriend, he hates him so much.

And his plan even worked you had almost believed that your now dead boyfriend was the ghost face killer- that is until he hugged you and you saw the knife. So before you could react., jungkook knows you very well, and he knows your body really well.

Your body language is so predictable.

You had figured out it was him the moment he hugged you- so as he didn’t feel your Hands embrace him back, he knew that everything was over, but he couldn’t lose you.

So he had no choice but to hit you on your head, and now 17 hours later, he’s right in front of you.

You’re stuck in this cage that he built and he honestly wish that you didn’t end up being in it but… you just had to find out.

Sometimes you are way too smart,, for your own good and.. that can be troublesome for him. “Yn.. ouch.” Jungkook feigns being hurt when you call him a crazy bastard.

It doesn’t hurt.

“Baby… why did you have to find out? I didn’t want to do this to you, but you left me with no choice. I am so glad that that bastard is now dead. All you had to do was believe that he was the ghost face killer and everything would’ve been fine.” Jungkook smirks, taking off his khaki cap, “you brought this upon yourself.”

You’ve been best friends for so many years and… How can you even think that he would kill you when he has killed for you?

Now he’s a little hurt that he would think that he is going to kill you.. because all he wants to do is to love you, and to have you all to himself forever.

“I love you yn-so stop being a bitch. Don’t test my patience. I can be very nice you know that… but you’ve never seen me being so mean I hope you won’t so don’t provoke me.” Jungkook gets closer to the cage box, you’re banging on it, tears running down your face, and..

Honestly, he feels a little aroused.

You’re so pretty when you cry.

“Yn.. you’re such a pretty crier..”

#ask: scream baby!jungkook #omg 😭😭 welcome back #🫧 anon #oh my God I’m such a huge YOU fan

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mochithealchemist · 3 months

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Third post form the cats perspective

As they exited Into the bustling city Oats and Cran were able to escape the oppressive energy of the house. The streets of Houndsburg were made up of a brand new stone brick. The city had been growing rapidly after the end of the south war as veterans needed new and bigger homes to fit their families. A typical street in Houndsburg was lined with residential buildings and houses with the occasional construction site. Small street vendors lined the wide sidewalks selling newspapers and the occasional baked goods. Open air cafes and restaurants speckled the city making the mornings smell like fresh coffee and the afternoon smell of delicious lunch. It was an overall prosperous city with jobs and housing to spare. Such prosperity was the result of what most hoped would be a long lasting peace.

Cran was not one to worry herself with any potential wars. She was focused in the moment, she had a job to do and a treasure to find. With her new friend this job would be easy. He was tall. Something that Cran, much to her dismay, was not. She needed his height to get to her goal.

Cran fancied herself as lucky. Things always seemed to go her way one way or another. Everything seemed to sort themselves out nicely whenever she made a mistake. She did everything she could to correct her mistakes whenever possible, but considered herself blessed with fortune nonetheless. She was in fact, not magically lucky. Cran was a positive soul so when inconveniences and problems were solved she tended to treat their passing as miracles from her good luck. Just now she had used the miniature trebuchet her dad had built her to accidentally break her neighbors window. This led her to meet Oats, a brand new friend and coworker. She thought she was the luckiest cat in the world. Oats didn't even seem mad about the broken window. Although Cran knew he had a right to be. Weirdly enough he seemed scared and sad. Cran had never seen a person cry as hard as Oats. She wondered if crying was some type of obscure sport that Oats was good at but quickly discarded the thought as silly.

Bringing herself back into reality, she found that Oats had stopped at an intersection marked with a humble looking cafe.

“The Doberman”

She read the sign aloud like an action hero discovering a lost temple.

“My dad goes here sometimes. It's where he gets his coffee”

Oats said, still somewhat nervous. Cran got the impression that he wasn't just scared by the glass breaking back at his house. There was an extra layer of fear in his eyes that she was starting to catch onto. The patrons of the caffe all chatted happily to each other. Dogs, cats, and even some wild animals all sat at slightly rusted tables drinking coffee and eating Bruch.

“My dad and I come here a lot! How come we haven't seen each other before!”

Oats looked at Cran as if she was an alien.

“No, my dad never takes me. He say I need to learn proper etiquette before I can go to restaurants with him”

Cran was baffled at Oat’s statement. It must have shown on her face so she quickly changed the subject.

“So what do you do with your father”

She asked, hoping not to be mean. Oats seemed to take a while to think. At one point he opened his mouth but closed it immediately as if the thing he was about to say wouldn't count.

“Oh! I would help work at the general store my father used to own. We would stock shelf together”

Cran felt that this was a disheartening answer but decided to smile so that Oats wouldn't feel bad. As they sat talking about each other's dads Cran realized that they had gotten off track. They had a job to do, treasure to find, and distractions to ignore. However, just as they were about to resume their adventure a ugly obstacle reared its head.

“Oats Carnegie Cain! I told you to greet your neighbors not go exploring. What are you doing so far from home young man!”

A booming voice echoed from behind them. It was so loud that it made the chatter of the cafe seem quiet. Oat’s ears shot back and his eyes widened. Cran couldn't explain it, but that was a voice that could forbid its son from restaurants.

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