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Fapruary 1 - Wedding night
E, 1851 words, Mariano/Isabela. What if Isabela went through with the wedding?
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There are an awful lot of things to do before the wedding and Mariano scarcely has the time to talk with Isabela about it, and even then Isabela doesn’t want to say much without her family to consult. His grandmother guffaws when he laments this with a sigh. “You’d rather run away with her and have her in private, wouldn’t you!”
It would give them time to admire each other without anyone present, yes. Isabela, even now, even promised to Mariano, still feels like something unreachable. A flower he can’t pluck. No– She’s more like an arrangement of a bouquet.
That is how she stays. Arranged. Even at the altar as he compares her to the most beautiful flower in the Encanto.
Even at the reception.
Mariano is sweaty and woozy from dancing and drinking. Isabela throws a light curtain of rose petals wherever she dances, her smile gleaming and inviting, but at some point even her endless supply of cheer runs out and she comes to sit with Mariano at one of the side tables.
She sighs, as weary as Mariano is from the long day they’ve had to navigate. She brushes invisible crumbs or wrinkles from her lap. Nothing catches on her pure white gloves. The content expression on his wife’s face is one of a job well done.
His wife. They’re done now. They’ve courted, proposed, prepared and now they’re wedded. That does feel very satisfying, he supposes. At least all the rituals and ceremonies are out of the way now.
He fumbles for words. What do you say to your wife when she’s so beautiful and perfect? He’s been afraid to say too much today in case he messed it up with her.
“Are you happy?” he ends up saying, dumbly, even though he does really want to know. “With today, I mean?”
She smiles. “Of course. It went really well.”
Mariano nods. “Yeah.” It went exactly the way Abuela and doña Alma wanted it to. Their families were so excited.
“And we’re almost done.”
That’s exactly it! The night is almost over and they can finally relax. With the wedding complete, there isn’t much needed on their part to keep the party going.
“Good thing you don’t have to wear the trail anymore,” he says. It’s hard to imagine Isabela tripping over anything, but at least he didn’t have to watch out for it while dancing with her. He’d been worried about that before Abuela laughed it off.
She hums as if he’s made an astute observation instead of a joke. It makes him both feel less and even more awkward. Actually, it makes him feel a little dumb, but that’s probably not how she meant it.
“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” Isabela says.
“I don’t think I can dance any more,” he agrees. Parties in the Encanto, especially the Madrigals’, can last for days. “Do you uh… wanna end the night?”
It’s exactly what she wants to do.
Isabela reaches for his hand. She’s soft, and the unexpected touch sends shivers up his arm. He always likes it when she touches him. Flirty, making him curious, sighing and yearning after her. They used to be fleeting, but now that they’re married she’s allowed to touch him as much as she wants.
Gently, they move through the crowd, saying pleasant goodbyes and thankyous and avoiding jokes about flower picking, as Isabela takes Mariano up to her room.
The party instantly quiets as the door closes behind them. So this is her room. Their room, technically, though it is dauntingly Isabela. On some level he knows his clothes have moved into her wardrobe — all pink and lavender now, even though he likes white and red more — but from floor to bottom it’s all flowers and gardens with not a lot of furniture. If the house can spare it, he hopes Casita has a writing desk for him.
Starstruck, he takes in the tower, and (“Woah!”) as they step further into the room, a bed is lowered by vines from the ceiling hidden by a flower curtain.
That’s now their bed, where he will wake up as her husband and she as his wife every single day for the rest of time.
“Oh,” he sighs when it dawns on him. They aren’t that kind of done.
“Mariano.” Isabela’s voice is soft, shaky. Her hands are clasped in front of her. For the first time he’s known her, it sounds as if she’s not sure what to say.
His hand slips up her arm above her glove where his palm rests on her warm, naked skin. “Isabela…”
“Do you want to have sex?”
Mariano’s groin stirs at the proposition. It’s not like he’s never fantasized about it before.
A strand of black silky hair, beautifully curling over her bare neckline, enticing. “Of course I want to,” he says, his knuckles grazing over her skin, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”
She flashes a smile.
“Isabela…” Mariano cups her cheek, round and soft in his broad hand, and kisses her deeply.
They kissed before at the altar and once during the party when their photo got taken. Lips firm against lips to seal the deal, the next one a little lighter. Sparks contained, knowing that he couldn’t push too hard at the time for fear of ruining the moment for her, for the family watching them. The perfect kiss.
It’s so much more than he expected. More than anything he could have written up for her in a love poem. Her lips are so soft and so easy to get lost in. When he angles his head to deepen the kiss, she yields easily, even opening her mouth for him! Feeling much braver than a moment before, he slips his tongue in, parting her mouth even further until he moans wantongly into her. His body runs warm. His cock stirs, hardening against her dress. And Isabela–
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If he goes too rough, she knows she can ask him to slow down. She’s thankfully not as tense as she was a few months back, when Dolores made that joke about the five babies and she was once again pulled into a future she knew she had to prepare for.
“Will it hurt?” she had asked Mami. When she grew up, the Abuelitas (if they dared to speak of sex at all) always said it would hurt the first time, and a few of her girlfriends were already married and had said the same. “Guys are so rough.” They were of no help, of course.
But Mami and tía Pepa had softened the blow a little. “If he does it right, you’ll want to dive back onto him as soon as he’s done,” Pepa told her shamelessly, at which her mother had blushed, but nodded. “Ask him to slow down if he goes too fast,” her mother added. “And that goes for kissing too. I don’t know, mija, he seems so dreamy. But all boys get excited and you’re allowed to set boundaries.”
So far so good, kissing wise. The real boundary she wants to set is for him to sleep on the floor (or another room where she won’t have to spend time with him) and never touch her again. She hadn’t been able to get that out of her mind. Mariano on top of her, under her, near her. His lips. His face. His hands. His penis. She wanted to shake the thought out of her head any time she thought of it. How to make those five babies happen. Him on top of her. Him inside of her.
So, as she does with any new challenge, she had practiced what she would do. Touched herself, not out of curiosity like when she was a teen, but with purpose. Her hands roaming her breasts, firm. Her curves, smooth, probably easy to grab. The hair between her legs. The heat. That nub that send a shock through her the first time she found it.
Mariano spreads her like a tossed bouquet of flowers on the bed. Pulls his hand through her bodice, popping open the pearl-like buttons on her back. She knows what she looks like to him. Mirrors help her to see how others perceive her. Her wedding dress, slightly bunched up. Her full breasts poking out of the corset, engulfed by Mariano’s warm mouth.
It feels like an insect crawling on top of her. She had hoped she wouldn’t be as dry as she imagined. Rarely did she think of Mariano fucking her when she spread her legs under the covers and rubbed herself. Sometimes she thought of herself, writhing, a little scared. Sometimes she — traitorously — thought of her friends who already had sex. Who knew how to move to make it pleasurable, to please their husbands. Sometimes she thought of them teaching her.
Their fingers on her clit, instead of Mariano’s. Their higher, but still husky voices moaning against her earlobe, kissing her neck, instead of Mariano’s. Their slim fingers curling inside of her, like Isabela liked to do to herself, instead of Mariano’s.
Unable to find her entrance, he rubbed his cock against her. “Is this good?”
At least he’s nice. But no. Nothing about this feels good. It’s like grinding against uncooked ham.
“Yes,” she says with a moan, moving in tandem with him.
It’s like dancing! Tío Félix had quipped before breaking into a waltz with tía Pepa. On another, separate occasion, Papi had said the same. It was good advice. Dancing she could do.
She took his hand and moved it down her belly, guiding him towards her clit. At least with his eyes closed he’s not looking at her grimace.
She does let out a genuine cry when their fingers circle her clit and his cock breaches her cunt right after.
Better not to think of Mariano. Maybe if it was one of the younger aunties guiding something inside her instead, to teach her how to take something big. The most fingers she’s been able to get inside of herself is three, and Mariano feels much bigger than anything she’s taken before. That should make it more believable that this is her first time. Still, there’s no way he has the experience to know she isn’t technically a virgin anymore. Not all women bleed, her mother had said. Isabela is certainly not going to bleed for Mariano. (Although she had, briefly, thought about secretly pricking herself so the sheets would stain red.)
And it’s not so bad once he thrusts inside of her. She doesn’t ask him to slow down, maybe even kind of likes the way he rams into her. The sooner he’s done, the sooner she’s done. The thrusts shove her mind away from Mariano. From his noises. From his hairy arms locked around her and his equally hairy chest rubbing against her bare breasts. She can pretend his hardness is her own. That somehow, the mirror is still in front of her.
It’s a lot to get used to. The next night, she’s already adjusted a little bit more.
#encanto#encanto fanfics#mariano guzman#isabela madrigal#fapruary#<- no idea if ill be able to keep that up#mariano/isabela#i cant imagine people check that tag but still#mariano x isabela
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Mmm Jeanne
#servants cant learn new stuff (i'll talk about jalter in a second) therefore#jeanne shouldnt know how to read or write#we actually Dont get a confirmation that she can do those things in summer 3. because the book that jalter thought jeanne wrote#was actually Her own book#jeanne works with marie. maybe she comes up with the ideas and does rough drawings that marie would be Delighted to bring to life#marie reads to jeanne is my image#jalter taught herself how to read and write and i think that was possible because of the unstability of her existence#if you try to teach jeanne how to read and write it will stick for a second but if like idk 15-20 min pass she would likely find herself#unable to read again and her writting to be suboptimal#she can sign her own name ofc thats historical#she can recite the bible from memory iirc#i love jalter's ability to be her own person even if it comes with the fact that she is very much. an ephemeral dream#like her FCKING SKILL IS CALLED.#WHY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS FGO#anyway. now jeanne again but physical#oughhh thank u for the support in the tags when i said jeanne should have self image issues because she looked different in life#i hadnt fully talked bout it i just went with hair but yeah. i need to check again because im pretty sure her body wasnt Suuuper different#but i just gotta confirm#but im just so i love the idea of her just not liking the way she manifested abd not knowing Why she manifested like that#when there are Countless depictions of her with her short brown hair#sieg looks to the side whistling (its not his fault but he knows the pseudo servant part#and its probably a mix of . fate apocrypha's manifestation and of how some people imagined jeanne looked like#but it still upsets her#not that she'd ever complain to people#you can probably get it out of her tho#unrelated and only to those who reached this far: im thinking of a singularity set in 15th century orleans in the Middle of the hundred year#war. but the difference aint “oh jeanne d'arc came back to life evil” rather than “there seems to be a battle here where it shouldnt and oh#my god is that jeanne- oh god jeanne d'arc fucking died--#and chaldeas has to try and fix the war without living breathing jeanne d'arc#actually thats not the middle of the 100yearwar but yknow what i mean. also haha jk unless...
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Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons
because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.
tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo
Jason Todd
- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.
- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.
- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town
- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence
- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you close and person with men he's never met
- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"
Tim Drake
- tim gets... obsessive.
- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him
- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment
- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.
- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader
- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you
- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you
Damian Wayne
- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception
- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could
- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away
- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car
- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble
- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage a massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted
- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days
Dick Grayson
- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication
- always used to bearing his problems alone youd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong
- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him
- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind
- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home
- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.
- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy
#jason todd x reader#tim drake x reader#damian wayne x reader#dick grayson x reader#batboys x reader#jason todd#jason todd hot#dick grayson#damian wayne#tim drake#batboys#batfam#batfam x reader#batboys headcanons#jason todd fanfic#dick grayson x you#dick grayson fanfiction#tim drake x you#tim drake hot#damian wayne headcanon#damian wayne fanfiction
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as good as new - AA23
pairings: alex albon x ex!girlfriend!reader (fc: quarterjade)
summary: alex soft launches his ex girlfriend after they find eachother again
type: social media au (smau)
authors note: ok so welcome to the start of the voulez-vous fic list! i hope this makes sense but incase it doesnt, alex and yn used to be dating before they split due to just growing apart, but they were meant to be😁
authors note 2: kinda rushed at the end so sorry about that! got a couple of requests to work on so ill try and get them done along with this fic list! and you cant still join the taglist!!
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happy new years!!🥂
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user7 happy new year gorgeous!!
yourfriend2 SHINING SHIMMERING SPLENDIDDDD
brookeab SHE IS SO FINE AND SO CUTE AND PRETTY AND LOVELY
user82 JAW IS ON THE FLOOR??
user90 im so in love with you
user26 GET IN LINE
user38 so so so so stunning
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last dump of the year🇦🇪
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williamsracing see you next year king🫡
user84 yn liking :’)
user9 THE FIFTH PIC?!
user47 is that..shirtless alex
user83 WHOS HOLDING THE BOX??
user97 technically its already 2024 but we’ll let it slide
user55 imagine its yn in the 5th pic..
user1 can we not? 1. its none of our business and 2. alex can move on and imagine being that girl and seeing people think its her bfs ex like..
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me and my boy ⭐️
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tinakitten CUTE AS HECK!!
yourfriend4 i miss him☹️
yourusername even though he hates you??
yourfriend4 he doesnt hate me, just not fond!!
user77 whos that in the second slide👀
user52 no tag either🤨
user13 moms weekend with the kids i see
user9 does alex get weekends? i thought the cats were yns?
user2 tbh we have no idea, i assumed he did but maybe not🤷♀️
user26 so so cute!! we need more pics of you and genji!!
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user66 GENJI AND MABEL!!
user73 we missed them :’)
user8 oh how i love cat dad alex
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me gusta la playa
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user4 THE CENSORSHIP??
user89 three shirtless pics?? someone call george
georgerussell63 someones coming for my brand🤣
user9 the softlaunch..oh im losing my mind
user33 yn liking alexs softlaunch post..shes checking up on the ex😭
user12 ran into george and lando in the last pic
user1 alex is so hot😮💨
user912 alex is FEEDING us at the moment
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sorry cant talk rn im too busy being hot
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carmenmundt absolute beauty💞🫶
user94 I CAN TREAT YOU SO WELL
user63 so so gorgeous
user9 alex and yn both being in mallorca and alex softlaunching..
user111 you are a dream
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darling, we were always meant to stay together💫
i was searching for photos to post and decided on 6 that really showed my life these past months
1. a photo on the first day i went out after we split, i felt lost and alone and decided to start documenting my journey alone
2. this is a photo i took when i went home and felt peace for the first time since our break
3. a selfie we took in the taxi after our ‘first date’. we met up for the first time since, and spoke about our feelings and decided to start taking things slow
4. a day out with you and my sister, i felt so happy knowing i had the two most important people with me again
5. our first holiday, this will always mean alot to me. we both said i love you for the first time, we spent all day, every day together just loving and holding each other
6. we were leaving and instead of being sad we knew that this part of our life wasnt over but instead we were moving on to bigger and better things
i love you so much and im so thankful that i have someone has caring and loving as you
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alex_albon just like it used to be and even better🌟
alex_albon i love you so so much
alex_albon i promise to love you forever and ever
yourusername my loveliest boy
user71 THEYRE BACK
yourusername AND BETTER THAN EVER BABY
user111 MY FAVORITES
user9 i didnt read the caption and experienced genuine shock when i saw alex
user8 so proper just say you were shocked😭
user88 i need everything to apologize to mads RIGHT NOW
user61 all the hate on her WHEN SHE WAS RIGHT
taglist: @smartstupyd
#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1 social media au#social media au#formula 1 insta au#formula 1 social media au#alex albon#alex albon x reader#formula one x reader#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#f1 insta au
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can we please get more angst? 🙏
like what if reader decides to unalive herself? cant take the grief anymore and knowing that drinking and binge eating will not do anything but just burn money and delay the inevitable. and simon is too late to save her. cue simon grieving in return and drowning in guilt and self hatred for putting her in that situation.
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader
pt. 1 - pt. 2
Synopsis: By the time Simon returns to your shared home, it's already too late for you. You've hit rock bottom in the rabbit hole, and Simon is ready to jump into that same hole.
Word count: 2.606
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First of all I’d like to apologise for my two month(?) absence. I got overwhelmed with school work that I needed to focus on and some personal problems happened. For anyone who has stuck around, this is the long waited part 2 that I promised a while ago. I haven’t written anything in my long break so bear with me. Second of all you guys really want more angst from me. I was planning on doing a happy ending but this will do.
TW!! Suicide, alcoholism
For the people that wanted to be tagged: @somehopeatlast @yyiikes
It’s too much. Everything is too much. Everyone has been telling you that healing takes time. When in reality, all that you feel is despair. Instead of the wound gradually closing, all that’s really happening is your heart getting ripped out day by day. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this charade up. You’re throwing people fake smiles left and right, and ‘I’m fine’ has left your mouth more times than you could actually care for. It’s as if you’re living life as a mindless zombie. Barely doing the bare minimum to sustain yourself. Every time someone checks up on you, you tell them you’re doing okay, could be better but you’re fine. At least, that’s what you want them to think. You’re just a shell of the person you were when Simon was still here and alive. You’re blowing through your money like no tomorrow. But can you get yourself to care enough to do anything about it? No, and not for the foreseeable future. You spend your days drinking away, either at home or in bars. You’ve tried moving on, but the only thing you’re able to see in them is Simon. You chicken out before anything can get serious. Your bingeing habits haven't changed a bit, you’re on the same routine.
It's been months and you can’t get out of this rabbit hole you’ve dug yourself. Months.
It’s crazy to think about the chokehold Simon has on you, even when he isn’t physically here himself.
You’ve had enough. You’re not living life as is. You’re practically a dead person walking, a mindless being. All you’re doing is blowing money when you could be doing anything else but that. You’ve contemplated long and hard about this decision, and to be frank. You see no negatives to this option. Taking the way out seems like a way better alternative for you than continuing to waste the air around you with useless breaths.
The hooded figure that you sometimes see outside your window has started showing up less and less. You’ve made eye contact before, but before you can even mutter a word out the shadow has vanished. As if he never existed and is a figment of your imagination. You could’ve sworn that those were the eyes of Simon. His sharp brown eyes are unmistakable. You can recognize them from anywhere. But, he is dead. The possibility of it being him is simply impossible. You stare solemnly out the window. You want to see whether the shadow really is a figment of your imagination, or if it’s actually a person. But they never show up. If the shadow had shown up, would you have gone through with your plan? Probably not. As insane as it might sound, you feel a sort of pull for the shadow. As if it’s calling out for you.
When all you can see is the dark starry night. You sigh and shut the blinds. No one needs to see what you’re going to commit. You head upstairs to your once-shared bedroom. You walk absentmindedly to Simon’s bedside drawer. Revealing a small handgun. He always keeps weapons on him, or around him. To keep both you and him safe in case anyone ever dares to try anything in your own home. You pick up the piece of iron. Simon has taught you how to use it, in case there’s an emergency and he isn’t there to protect you. Back then it felt like a light piece of metal. Now, it sits heavy in the palm of your hand.
You slowly sit on the floor. Your back against the side of the bed. You expected to feel afraid. But to your surprise, you don’t feel anything at all. As if everything is numb. For that part you are a little thankful for, it’ll make this so much easier for you to do. You turn the gun in your hands. Inspecting your executioner. Minutes pass, and you’re still sitting idly on the floor. You’re waiting for the right moment. Deep down, you’re hoping that Simon will walk through the door. Wrap you up in his arms and tell you how everything is okay now. That it was simply a mission gone wrong, which made it so he couldn’t come home at the promised time frame. But as the silence of the house engulfs the house in an eerie peace. You close your eyes. This is the right moment. Simon won’t show, and he won’t show. You need to get that in your thick skull.
You look around your shared bedroom for the last time. Picture frames litter your dressers. His clothes are still hanging in his section of your closet. You put the gun away and back into his nightstand. You can’t do this, not here at least. Not at the serenity that belongs in your bedroom.
You scramble up from the floor. You pick up the crinkled piece of paper sitting on Simon’s desk. You go downstairs and pin it on the fridge with a magnet. Visible for anyone who comes looking for you. You rush outside, not bothering to bring a jacket with you. You’re not going to need it anyway. You run outside, not noticing the shadow blending in the night watching you. He wants to follow you, like he usually does, wanting to make sure you don’t do anything stupid or that you’ll regret. But this time, he can’t bring his feet to move. He simply watches you run off to whatever destination you have in mind.
You run off to the bridge you frequent with Simon. Not a lot of people go across it during the day. No one ever comes through at midnight. Giving you time alone to think and reminisce. You lean on the metal railing. Images of the various late-night dates Simon would take you on during his off days flash through your mind. You crack a small smile at that, embracing the pleasant memories once again. Your smile drops. Memories, that’s all they’ll ever be. You won’t be able to recreate them or make new ones anymore, not with Simon or anyone else. You brush away stray tears and let out a soft sniffle. You climb over the railing. You stand on the other side, peering down at the frigid cold water below. You look behind you, making sure no one is there. You suck in a deep breath, close your eyes, and let yourself slowly tip over the edge. One to two seconds feel like minutes. You feel the wind rushing past your face. Soon the cold water greets you. Despite the freezing temperature, it feels like a warm embrace. As if it’s welcoming you. You let yourself sink, letting more memories of you and Simon flash through your mind. Soon enough, everything goes black. You’ve lost this battle. Was it worth it? Some would say not, but to you? It was. You were miserable day after day. This was a peaceful alternative.
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The shadow gets worried when hours pass by and you don’t return home yet. A bad feeling settles in the depths of his stomach. A nauseating feeling overwhelms him. He emerges from the shadows of the night. His mask was illuminated by the moonlight. He wants to know where you’ve gone. He shoves a flowerpot on your front porch aside with his foot, revealing a spare key. He grabs it and unlocks the door. It opens slowly. He steps inside, he takes off his worn boots. Not wanting to have anything traced back to him, anything that’ll show someone has been in the comfort of your own home. He looks around with confusion. He spots your phone and keys on the dining table. That’s weird. You never leave without those items, something Simon has drilled into your mind. He frowns behind his mask. He looks around everywhere. Eventually, he finds himself in the kitchen. At first glance, nothing seems out of the ordinary. He squints his eyes at the fridge. A note is pinned on the piece of metal. He takes big strides towards the fridge and reads the note. His heart sinks to his stomach. The urge to throw up is getting to him.
To anyone who finds this note. It’ll most likely be you, Price. I’m sorry. I know I’ve said that I’m fine, that I’m getting better. But I think you know this as well, that I’m not. If anything, I’m getting worse by the day. I’ll keep it short. I have nothing much to say anyway. Not that anyone would care. Don’t come looking for me. I’ll be long dead by the time you find this note. I don’t even know where I am. I might be in my bedroom, bathroom, in a ditch somewhere, or even floating in a river. On the bright side, I’m happy. Happier than ever. Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. I have Simon to keep me company.
I love you Simon, I’ll see you soon.
He rips the note off the fridge. He rereads it over and over. Hoping, no, praying that his eyes are deceiving him. That this is just some sick joke being played on him. You’ve done your fair share of pranks on him, but they’ve never been this extreme. He crumples up the note and shoves it in his pocket. He rips his mask off and throws it on the table near your phone and keys. He lets out a snarl. He slams his palms on the wooden table. “Fuck!” He exclaims. He pulls out his burner phone. He dials a number. They immediately pick up on the third ring. “Simon.” A low voice comes through. “Price.” He replies. He clearly doesn’t sound happy. He can’t let out tears, not now. He doesn’t deserve to. “Did you find something?” This sets something ablaze in Simon. He lets out a dry chuckle. “I’ve found something alright.” He sneers. He can’t help but convert the feeling of anguish to anger, and frustration. Anything but sadness. A low hum follows. “What did you find?” He takes a deep breath in. “I’ve found a suicide note in my own home.” He spits out. A painful silence ensues. “What?” He glares at the wall, lined with your pictures together. “You’ve fucking heard me. Want to explain that to me? You said she was doing fine!” A sorrowful sigh could be heard through the fun. “That’s what she said. I-” Simon interrupts him. “And you believed her?! How didn’t you see what was going on?! I told you, I fucking told you to keep an eye on her while I am gone!” He snaps. Something he probably shouldn’t do to Price, but he can’t bring himself to care right now. Another sigh could be heard. “Simon, listen. The mission-” He scoffs. “I don’t give a damn about the mission right now. My girl is dead for fucks sake!” He shouts. He continues. “I wasn’t happy with this mission. I already told you, I’d only agree to do this if you keep a close eye on her. I trusted you, Price. Now look at what happens. I faked my death, and now she’s dead!” He takes another deep breath to calm himself. “After this mission, I’m done. I’m pulling out. It’s about time I retire from this shithole anyway.” He sneers and hangs up. He throws the phone down on the table as well. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
He takes a seat at the table. He runs his hands down his face. A million thoughts run through his head. How did it end up like this? Multiple what-ifs pop up in his mind. What if he showed himself to you on the first day he came back to see you, would you still be alive? He lets out a low growl and slams his fist down on the table. Silent tears stream down his face. How does he always fuck up whatever good comes in his life? At this point, he’s just cursed. He can’t have happiness without something ruining it.
After he collects himself he gets up, but he still has work to do. And as much as he wants to drown himself in guilt and self-hatred. He understands that he still needs to finish his mission. He narrows his eyes as he walks out of your house. The people at the other end of his wrath need to watch their backs. Simon will make anything and anyone suffer, to make them feel the same pain he’s feeling. Deep down, he knows nothing will compare to it.
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A fucked mission later, a hell of debriefing, he comes back home as a retired soldier. A home that has turned into a cold, haunting, and uninviting. Everything that made this house a home was you, you were his home. You aren’t here anymore. And it’s all his fault. If only he went against orders, let you know what was happening. You would still be here. If only he came to check on you more often, he could’ve seen the signs and stopped you. If only he could’ve shown any sign he’s still alive, you would probably still be here. Alive, breathing, at home, doing whatever you love to keep yourself busy while he’s gone. But no. He fucked up, and he’s paying the price for it.
For days on end, he will feel the remorse, the regret, the guilt. He would fall into the same rabbit hole you dug. Instead of you going down it. You’re already rock bottom, he’s simply joining you. He spends his time drinking. That’s what he knows helps best in this situation. Whenever he’s not drinking he’s spending time in his home gym.
A thought crosses his mind. The same one that has yours at one point. He lays in bed, your pillow still has your smell and it haunts him. He reaches over to his nightstand and opens his drawer. What he sees breaks his heart all over again. His gun. It has been moved. He’s certain this wasn’t how he left his gun before he left. He always made sure that the grip was facing him so he could grab it quickly in a time of emergency. It isn’t lying in that position anymore. He sits up with the gun in his hand. He plays around with the piece of iron in his hand. Unloads and loads the bullets over and over. Pushing the safety back and forth. Anything to distract him from the void he’s feeling in the pit of his stomach. Your note that you’ve left on the fridge rests on his nightstand. You said you were going to be okay. That you’ll have Simon to keep you company. Well, he isn’t fucking there, is he? He wants to join you so desperately. But he’s afraid, not of death. But even if there is an afterlife, would you accept him? He lied to you. A lie that cost you your life. He doesn’t know if he could endure that on top of the grief he’s feeling. But even seeing you one last time would be better than this.
So he sits there, in the darkness of your shared bedroom. Contemplating if he should join you. Something you were doing a few nights prior. If only he didn't accept the damn mission. He wouldn’t be drowning in his grief and self-hatred if he let the mission go. You would be here, in his arms. And that thought would forever haunt him until he does opt for the other route.
I’m sorry lovie, for everything.
#cod#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod mw2#ghost#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#call of duty x reader
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you may not notice it, but i check the comments, tags on my art and even asks frequently, like multiple times i day, i reread them and reread them over and over
i know i rarely answer, i wish i could given them all the answer they deserve, but aside from bad memory and low energy for anything in general, i always want to do something grand to answer, especially asks, but cant find the energy for it, after some time i feel bad about leaving it hanging for so long and fear its too awkward to answer anymore, and the longer it is the more i feel like i need to make up for the time it took me by drawing somethign greater in return- which you can imagine is a bad spiral
im not trying to excuse anything, i know it feels bad to not have something answered- but i still want to assure you, i read it, over and over, and it truly is the thing that keeps me going, why i just cant give up on the internet, i dont think any of my projects would exist today if it wasnt for people like you
to all commenters, whether directly or in tags, and those that have send me asks, a sincere THANK YOU
#ganondoodles talks#personal#i still have a hard time to get it into my head that i can deserve some good things like these#the “you dont deserve any of that praise theres way more deserving people out there” voices in my head unfortunately still exist#although by now its turned more into shame over not getting myself to answer more frequently#i wonder if theres actually a time limit at which it becomes awkward for me to answer ...
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Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider
FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST
Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death
New spooky music???
My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks
Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER
Omg the greying hair is canon??
Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you
Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy
Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma
You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.
Getting such neurodivergent vibes
Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes
My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys
He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start
"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary
Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it
I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old
The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense
Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol
It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered
My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that
I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard
The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol
He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you
On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name
I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it
AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH
HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.
yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner
GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND
ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC
THE ADMIRAL
Awwww he's so cute with georgie
GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST
THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE
Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??
God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her
It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster
WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!
#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#jarchivist#a guest for mr spider#the web#tma season 3#georgie barker#tma georgie#jurgen leitner#what the ghost#the admiral
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Imagine slasher going on his classing killng spree but he see kid treated badly/kid being sad. Its pure platonic
Slasher trying to comfort kid
'Trying' but hes are very akward. There is dailogue and its colored: slashers the kid . The ghostface one is funny while yautja is more cute! she/her pronouns Requests open
Ghostface
He was in silly goofy ah mood, so he went on killing spree (again)
It was some funny party with a lot of drunk teens and loud music
Kids older sibling probably did a party and she got scared of loud music and went crying in her room
After killing some people ghosty need a breather and just went into random room to clean his knife or something (idk i never been on killing spree)
And he just goes into this room and sees some kid crying their eyes off. "Uhhh what is kid doing here? I thoght im irresponsible but-" he got cut of by kid crying/venting how the people downstairs where mean and making fun of her :(
"Zamn kid thats though.. anyways idc cya" in fact he doest not care, police will be there in like 10min he doesnt have time to some child venting in general pls."are you going to kill me mr ghosty :( " "ayo you calm yourself down, aint no way in hell im killinng a kid"
He wont kill her ofcofc (reason? No reason t all :) )
After all killing spree stuff police still didnt come (either nooone called it or its American police so they are riding from difrent state or something) he will go check up on her, yknow if shes still crying :(
"Uhhh yep shes still crying ehhh do you want tea or something?" *nods* "god zamn Im a babysit now apearently"
Ghosty will probably smoke or something (babysitting kid is stressful) "my sister says that guests cant smoke inside :( " "yo sister dead(it is a joke he did not say that maybe he did say that )"
He wont let her go downstairs? Theres litteral crime scene over there?? Yall ever wached any movie?? This trauma would be start of her revange arc or something
Yaujta
???why is there human puppy randomly alone in middle of nowhere???
"Uhhh em child? Where are your human perents" ":( they said I should wait here" "uhhh *looks around* wh when did they leave you???" " it was morning when we went here" "uhhh its afternoon"
He cant just leave her here come one
But his place on earth is temorary he cant Just take her to ship
He will try to find her perents but it doesnt work he will take her TOTALY temporary to his ship and give her some food
Even if hr would find her perents, he woundnt be very pleased of what he sees, they clearly dont want her and they indeed try to abandon her
Turns out he accidently got attached and adopted her
Will melt if she will call him "alien/space dad" its so cute!
(I used x reader tags just to reach bigger audience, nothng sus happening here)
#slasher x reader#yautja x reader#yautja#ghostface#ghostface x reader#cute slasher headcanons#wholesale#slasher headcanons
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hiiihiii who out of azurido is more likely to ask the other if they'd still love him if he was a worm? Me personally i think it'd be azul just because he just seems to deal with insecurity and stuff more but a weird part of me can't help but imagine riddle doing the orange peel test on azul
And imagine riddle seeing azul's octopus form T_T he already knows azul is an octopus but actually seeing it for real??? And azul's reaction???? and riddle hesitates or smth and AZUL THINKS HE DISLIKES IT RAHHHHHHH-
Also you've probably scrolled thru their tag onn ao3 but there's this one super good completed longfic featuring them called Petals and Pearls by bedtime_at_four_am (That reminds me BRO I NEED TO GO COMMENT ON IT RAGHHHH) it's a fake-dating au
but yeah they're just goobers aghhhh
and part of me can't help but imagine pre book-6 azurido as like the popular onesided radiostatic trope in hazbin but less.... yk villainy/hateful and more just competitive azul with riddle being so confused where Azul's just trying so hard to get one over on riddle and just constantly scheming while riddle is like... wow that guys weirdly smug i wonder why anyways
like-
Azul: IM GOING TO MAKE THIS BOY PAY FOR UNDERESTIMATING ME JUST YOU SEE
Riddle: Wow he seemed a bit angry. I guess someone made him eat hamburg steak on a tuesday or something
anyways tyy and sorry for taking ur post as a chance to invade ur inbox
YIPPEE A RESPONSE AND ITS FROMMM YOUUU! <3 THE AZUL-ER EVER!
You mention ao3 and I can't help but remember the fact that there is already an Would You Love Me if I Was A Worm fic. (worm dorks) It is Cater's influence on Riddle but the other way around? Hm... Riddle's a very doting person to animals and the worm being his boyfie? yeah he'd take the question extremely seriously and swear his loyalty to worm-Azul. The orange peel test... yeah. Less of a 'test' and more 'Riddle's just not used to peeling his own oranges'. Like he gets a craving for them and royally messes up his first attempt so Azul does it in his stead. After laughing at how bad he is, of course. (But stopping right before he gets too upset about it. I think Azul would be very careful with boundaries, considering his past with bullying and his abilities to read other people's cues.)
Azul is bigger than Jade and Floyd in their merforms... tiny Riddle. I think he'd be shocked to see just how much bigger this previously only 5'9 slimy businessman is. and it'd scare Azul.
F... funny you mention Petals and Pearls... I've been meaning to touch it up and edit it a little.... yeah.... uhm. I check Azul/Riddle on ao3 daily nightly evening-ly. I was there when it was written because ITS IN MY GOOGLEDOCS. HAHAHA. 🥲🥹
...Being everywhere as a contributor to a rarepair is hard. 'Super Good' I'M FLATTERED AND TEARING UP.....
On the bright side. While drowning in wips from all sides I'm already drafting my NEXT ONE. It's the exact opposite. No one believes that they're NOT dating (it's the newspaper's fault..) 🙏
Never watched Hazbin! But (Idia or Cater, cant remember) have mentioned that they've only been classmates in their current year, which means it's totally possible that Riddle used to Be Azul's classmate. Add the fact that they were pre-overblot, and it goes crazy. Like rough draft but imagine,
"I'd appreciate it if you focused on the professor, Azul."
(What Azul hears) "Don't waste my time, stupid octopus. I'm already a housewarden you're not on my level. loser."
And Azul vows to get him. The end.
Which makes a funny juxtaposition because Jamil’s ACTUALLY like "Leave me alone, stupid octopus. Just leave me alone. Loser."
Please take over my inbox whenever you want. This padded room is lonely.
#twst#twisted wonderland#azurido#ask?#ask.#riddle rosehearts#azul ashengrotto#azurid#my azurido thoughts deserve to be tagged yes#impostor syndrome on tumblr is crazy no one gives a shit bruh
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*kicks down door* HI HELLO I SAW YOUR TAGS ABT OUR WARDENS GETTING ALONG MAYBE
Tumblr is being a bitch and not showing search results properly so i cant fact check (my memory is questionable so apologies if i get things mixed up ^^").. But uh yeah anyways! Headcanon time! >:]
First: Our Suranas might get along! Neira kind of needs more bubbly and talkative people around to socialise properly lol and she'd appreciate Rosal's enthusiasm for learning! Assuming they know each other in the Circle, they can help each other learn; Neira can help with studies in healing magic and Rosal can help with history :p
And i think Alana and Noya might get on too! By which i mean they would butt heads So Much. At first, anyway. Have shouting matches and let out their anger at each other. But through all that i can see them forming a sorta. Rough and tumble buddy bro relationship? Roughhousing for shits and giggles, arguing half-jokingly all the time but having each others' back, still kind of pretending they hate each other but being in kahoots sorta deal
HAHAHA!! Yes!! That was me!!
Okay I absolutely love this!!! I love the idea of Rosal and Neira studying together in the Circle and being school mates that help each other learn magic the other understands better. Recommending books to each other and also willing to just sit quietly together and read in the library.
And then Alana and Noya fighting each other stubbornly is so funny to me. I can imagine Alistair begging them to just get along and they both just shout back “WE ARE GETTING ALONG!!” And then sparring together and giving each other tips on their technique and trading weapons.
❤️❤️❤️ I love it.
#dragon age#warden hcs#mutual hc#I love this#will definitely draw some of this later but rn we watching lotr.
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Against Nostalgia | Chapter Fifteen
Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the second war against Voldemort, Hermione Granger is invited to Hogwarts for a one-year appointment as the professor for History of Magic, forcing her to take a break from a successful career at the Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy, meanwhile, is Hogwarts’ Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. He’s a former Auror, despite the fact that he still bears the Dark Mark. Though there’s mutual distrust between them, sparks quickly fly between Hermione and Draco…sometimes literally. And although the war is long over, it doesn’t take an interest in History of Magic to see that history is intent on repeating. Between them, Hermione and Draco have the power to shatter the world they know. Or, maybe, the could make it into something new. (Imagine if they fell in love at the same time.)
Pairing: Dramione
Word Count: 6,983
Chapter Summary: Hermione and Draco are briefly reunited, and it gets spicy.
Thank you to @iftheshoef1tz + @poisonivy206 + Carter + Farrah + Gillian for beta reading this. You all are wonderful and I appreciate your insights so much. All mistakes, as always, are my own.
Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy this chapter 🧡
You can read Against Nostalgia on Archive of Our Own.
The hotel on the edge of Muggle London isn’t dingy, exactly, but it’s seen its share of people in strange garments. Still, Draco wears Muggle clothing, denim and wool, when he checks in. He’s spelled his hair and face so that he doesn’t resemble himself.
The tired woman at the desk doesn’t bat an eye as he checks in.
He’s barely set up the necessary wards in the room when Hermione knocks on the door. For a moment the hallway is empty, and then she drops the Disillusionment Charm.
She’s wearing a cream dress in a thick wool, which nevertheless hugs her body, and heeled boots up to her knees. Her hair is piled on top of her head, exposing the line of her neck. He thinks of the marks he placed there with his teeth, barely a week before, and his heart begins to pound.
“What have you found?” she asks as soon as the door is closed again, all focus on the task at hand. As if she hadn’t noticed him staring.
He mutters three more warding spells and a silencing charm just to be safe, and then he says, “My father is aware of the Faithful Hand.”
“Are any other Death Eaters are involved?” She doesn’t say former.
“I’ve put out word to my contacts but I haven’t heard anything back yet. They’re afraid I might give them up to the Ministry at any moment.”
Hermione cants her head. “Would you?”
Read the rest on AO3.
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Another grian liveblog! i really enjoyed the last on i did so here’s another :)
(this ended being really long I’m so sorry)
grians merch! go check it out! I bought one and I’m very excited for it to come
HE DID IT my boy pressed the record button I’m so proud of him
I love the little yell of happiness he did away from the mic after he said that
Hermitopia!!
thank god he’s addressing the whole “grrr im being forced to watch another series thing”
THE HERMITS ON HOLIDAY BUT THE CAR BROKE DOWN OR SOMETHING IS SO PERFECT OH MY GOD
THE STORY THE LORE
the hermits have been busy busy busy
poor grians the leader of all this
return of the grian empire, but he learned how to share and collaborate with others
he’s visiting Katherine!!
aww he didn’t actually interact with her :(
OLI AND HIS LUTE ELYTRA I CANT
oh no the rocket shortage begins
that’s,, a lot of scaffolding
like,,, a lot a lot of scaffolding
but it looks cool from a distance!!
built height empire,,, but they’re all tiny
I like it, picasso
bouncing villagers!
aww noooooo pls don’t crash the empires economy I like their barter and trade system
they’re getting gunpowder from jimmys place
apparently this whole storyline was fabricated just so grian could get on this server and annoy timmy
oh poor impulse has been left behind bc he don’t got no wings
ah. he has taken a stack of jimmys gunpowder. he know owes???? timmy
they’re going to joeys instead now
but before they leave tumble town they’re placing an intelligence test,,, in the form of a button on top of tnt,,, with a sign saying press me,,, in an empire where jimmy and scar are hanging out,,,
oh no
grian feels bad for impulse, and now they’re walking together
grian has found joeys gator villager
he is confused
he has found the pesky bird villager!
THE LAG JOKE
OH NO THE LAG,, JOEYS GUNPOWDER LAGGED INTOHIS INVENTORY
grians elytra broke, oh how the turn tables
impulse left grian
impulse grian and cub are now chatting about the AWFUL LAG ON THE SERVER OH NOOOO
THE RETURN OF TAG??
oh no they’re playing tag on the empires server
LORE VILLAGERS
grian that’s respiration. not unbreaking
LORESICALS??
oh no grian you let the villagers out
AVADAKALORE I CANT
WINGARDIUM LEVILORESA
STUPIFILORE
EXPECTO PALOREM
EXPELLILOREMAS
ALOHOLOREMA
he spent so much time yelling lore spells he forgot which enchant he was trying to get
unbreaking loresome???
these puns are giving me AHA flashbacks
HE GOT UNBREAKING III
kdbdjfjf you can hear impulse underground cheering
I love seeing all the hermits work on the same thing all at once this is incredible
ooh visit to pix
he’s using pix’s machine to age his copper
he gets to press a button!!
poor guy is worried about breaking David
there’s a sheep trying to eat his waffle
oop he’s borrowing fwhips sign style
building timelapse of a hermit induction machine and tag look at him go!
hermitssss stop bringing your lag to other servers!!
GRIAN WHAT WERE THOSE SOUNDS
scar snuck up on him
they’re messing with the lasso jimmy gave scar
I like the idea of the worlds largest bubble
clearly there was a mishap in communication rip scar
ooooh scar becoming the first hermit!
hermitgeddon??
awww he’s little!!!
just a tad smol
“IM A LITTLE BOY WHY AM I A LITTLE BOY”
oh poor fwhip saw things he shouldn’t have
awww little grian!!
they’re bdubs!!
imagine being smaller than a goblin lol
THEYRE SHORT KINGS
all the hermits have been busy busy bees
ok ik it’s shocking they’ve done all of this so fast but I have to keep reminding myself that this is at least 10-13 people working on hermitopia at around the same times ofc it’s going to be pretty quick
but it’s just still so immpressive
it’s cubs turn to be hermitified
THE JANGLER HAT??
hermits vs empires tag oooh
go watch grians vid for the full tag explanation, bc if I’m completely honest, I don’t really get it
grian is a hermit irl??
episode ends with grian laughing about his irl height rip
and that’s a wrap! these are so much fun to make :)
Idk how often I’ll do these but I might do them for sausage bc he uploads at normal times for me it’s nearly 3am I might pass out after uploading this lmao
#grian#hermitcraft#empires smp#empires smp season two#empires x hermitcraft#liveblogging#links liveblogging#i kinda love making these#might start doing them for sausage#hermitblr
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okok happy birthday I really want to know more wizard au stuff but I cannot find your fics pls a link would be much appreciated
also this is just like a free space to talk abt your au literally whatever you've been wanting an excuse for this anon is 4 you happy birthday my friend !!! we're not mutuals but you're like one of two regular pnat people on tumblr which is a bond I Think
THANK YOUUU FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!!!! 💕💕 If it makes you feel better I’m not mutuals with ANYONE. This is a sideblog. Regardless it’s nice to have you here, I’m glad to be one of your few pnat blogs. :)
AND WELL LOL that would be because most of wizard au currently isn’t published! the best place to know more stuff about the au is either in my #wizard au tag, or just asking me! i love to talk about it, and right now it’s a lot easier for me to answer asks in my spare moments. i occasionally post screenshots from my doc files on here, but the fics are taking a backseat while I work on my Job Project.
Alternatively, you can check out:
The Pnat At Wizard School AU I Made When I Was 16 Is Still Fun Unfortunately JKR DNI - This was my first attempt at publishing the writing I’d done, before I got embarrassed and orphaned it, back in 2020. It’s a little outdated but most of it holds up. Boggart fic is one of my favorites.
Pnat Hogwarts AU by Twilighteve. I made wizard AU way back in 2015 with a friend, and twilighteve wrote SEVEN FICS as fanwork. The story now is different and follows Isabel rather than Max, but these are still great fics and I’m very lucky to have had someone enjoy my au enough to write so much for them. Throughout the Tournament is a really fun read.
i cant believe i’ve had this story for like 8 years at this point. i think it’s almost more fun to have as an au on my blog than an actual fic series? looking back whenever i start thinking about The Fics i just get stressed out. i’ve had it as an au since 2015 and i’ve had writing wips since 2018. its nice to have something with me for that long, i think thats why i keep coming back to it? even though thinking about it in terms of Fic Output and Writing Order makes me so stressed. at the end of the day it’s mine. and it’s there for be an outlet for me. if i want to be lazy about it, i can. if i want to put a lot of hard work into it, i can. i get to cozy up before bed and imagine wizjo scenarios.
and seeing how the characters have developed over the years has been weird- like, i wrote a lot of this in 2015. what do you MEAN codys a vampire. what do you MEAN theres whole new areas of the paranormal. its funny but when put next to current pnat you can REALLY see how its dated lol. so much is built on top of the 2015-2016 era headcanons like cody & lisa being twins, or not knowing what the spirit in isabels umbrella was like. we didnt know flipflop yet!!!! hes just not in there!!!!! we didnt know what the BERG was so max isnt a catboy!!! davy doesnt exist!!!!!!!
and there are in-comic background characters that we would talk about and gave names who show up in the au. these two are chasers on the gryffindor quidditch team with isabel & johnny:
& we named them sarah and logan. that might canonically be their names too????? but i cant remember.
Here are some very practical Wizard AU facts:
Story spans from 2nd year when Isabel loses Eightfold to 7th(?) year when they graduate
The biggest reason so much isn’t on AO3 is because theres so much I have no idea how to organize it. For example:
At my current pace, I have ~5 fics based on central emotional beats. In order to keep things interesting for non-izjo readers, I tried adding a little overarching plot
Said plot now vastly overshadows the initial series purpose of a Dorky 6 Year Long Izjo Slowburn
‘Wait I don’t care about this i just want my dorky 6 year long izjo slowburn. but wait, this has lived in my head since 2015, is it even legible to anyone who would just be coming into it?’
~5 central plot fics, each with around 5 chapters at maybe 10k per chapter give or take. is roughly 250k total. even if i do publish this it’s going to take years
What else is there…………. Isabel is really good at offensive magic. She becomes quidditch team captain in their 5th year. Max hates flying on brooms.
Wizjos arc means so much to me.
Their friendship vaguely starts in 2nd year. theyre the quidditch beaters but work horribly together- they argue a lot and dont get along at all, it almost gets them kicked off the team. theyre forced into a situation that pairs them to work together sometime mid semester, and at the end of it they’re still… tense, but have a better understanding of each other? like ‘you annoy me but we had a moment that i would feel bad betraying. i think were more similar than i thought and i dont know how to feel about it yet’. Johnny develops his crush and it’s very strangled because he’s 12.
By 3rd year they’re more cooperative. Getting towards friendly. Theyre teammates AND housemates, so even though theyre in separate friend groups they spend a lot of time together. Still bickering but there’s slowly more and more fun behind it. Less ‘i’ll shove you off your broom’ and more ‘hey maybe if we do x we can shove x off their broom together’. Isabel begins having fun hanging out with johnny because he bites back. It’s stopped being annoying and become ‘oh hes just as conscious (whether he knows it or not) about his image as i am. it’s nice to put that down around someone. and also blast him with wizard lasers sometimes. and get blasted by wizard lasers.’
By 4th year they’re friends and Johnny’s still sitting with his feelings. It’s just a part of daily life. Wake up. Brush teeth. Shut Up Guerra (Hey Guerra). Lunch. Pick on a 2nd year. Meet up with Guerra before practice. Tell that one joke cause it always makes her laugh. Don’t make it obvious how you feel. Don’t let it slip how you feel. Don’t jeopardize this. Don’t do anything that’d make her feel weird. You’re her friend and he likes being her friend so it’s not a big deal. Isabel has slowly been getting more pressure from her grandpa, and every time shes stressed and cant go to her AC friends she goes to Johnny. So by 4th year they’re more or less best friends.
By 5th year they’re a capital T Team. Isabel’s gryffindor captain now and Johnny’s essentially her right hand. He’s there to hold new member tryouts with her, they study in the commonroom late at night, hes so gleeful about her uppity new position that he permanently cements calling her Captain into their teasing nicknames and Isabel hates it. In return Isabel makes him do extra laps, because she can do that now. And then Johnny gets in a non-serious accident and is in the infirmary for a week and suddenly Isabel is confronted with Oh. Oh I Don’t Like This. Oh This Is Bad. He’s fine he just gets like a concussion or something but Isabel doesn’t KNOW that right away and all of a sudden she’s faced with ‘i didnt realize how much of my life you’ve become and i miss you now that youre not there’ ‘…….why do i miss you now that youre not there.’ ‘we have a quidditch match coming up and i dont know if youll be healthy enough to play’ ‘i dont care about the game. id cancel in an instant if it means you wont have to play injured’ ‘………………why did i-’ etc. And afterwards Johnnys FINE but isabel is left with this weird hole in her gut and the reality that In That Situation That Was My Reaction And Those Were My Feelings. She’s confronted with the fact that somewhere along the line, Johnny became someone important to her. And that him getting hurt worried her. Because she cares about his wellbeing. Because she likes spending time with him. Because he’s her quidditch partner. Because she doesn’t think she could see herself playing with anyone else. Because she doesn’t think she’d want to play with anyone else. And then shes in trouble.
By 6th year is when things start kicking into gear. For starters the Triwizard Tournament because I can’t do a wizard au without some wizard deathsports. None of it is directly involved, that’s actually MAX’S B-plot, but a lot of what goes on because of it directly influences the wizjo A-plot.
Now we’re dealing with Johnnys time-tempered feelings that he’s accepted nothing would happen with but are still very alive, and ISABEL, who has JUST realized and has been stewing in her feelings all summer. With no outlet or real processing. Cant even go to johnny about it because well he Is johnny. He’s johnny and he gets under her skin and helps her with her transmutation homework and when she blasts him in dueling class he gets back up with a bigger grin than when she knocked him down. And she’s going to explode, she thinks.
And I’ve talked about this but when Headmaster Boss Leader (lmfao) says the forest is off limits during the tournament, of course they bet who can sneak out and last longer. And of course both friend groups scatter and get lost in the woods and of course who finds each other but. each other. and of course theyre both angry and worried about their friends and on guard bc theyre in the fucking forbidden forest at like 1am. Isabels ashamed that she didnt think more and johnnys grumpy and theyre so so blaming it on each other. Don’t deal with your feelings when you can express them through what you both know best: bickering and riling each other up to get the energy out. Isabels doing all this while trying Not to think about her crush. Johnnys long accepted his crush and that it’s not going to happen. So they are both very very surprised when Isabel kisses him mid argument, much to her horror. She apologizes and they get back to looking for their friends, who find them first. Later that night Isabel decides to apologize properly, because in her mind she let her emotions get out of control and seriously took advantage of him and she feels horrible about it. He’s someone she cares about, even though he probably doesn’t feel the same way, and it was wrong (She’s beating herself up and saying see? heres what happens if you let yourself have nice things. youd be lucky if he even speaks to you after what you did. you cant do this again.). Johnny however hears ‘that meant nothing to me i’m embarrassed and dont read into it’. Which is. Fine. He knew that. He’s known that. Hes big and scary and doesn’t let something like rejection get to him. Especially cause it wasn’t even rejection because she was never interested in the first place! Which he knows! So it doesn’t matter! And he can handle it really well! Yeah sure thing Guerra no big deal why’d she ever WANT to kiss him right theyre not like that! See her at practice ! they both walk away like Glad that was cleared up! [screaming]
This keeps happening. 6th year is when everything thats been boiling starts bubbling over.
isabel kisses johnny and everything gets wobbly. they’re trying to focus on their studies, and quidditch, and maintain that comfortable friendship theyve had since 3rd year, and not think about how nice it would be to try it just one more time. everyone, including the guest students from other schools that are here for the tournament, can see that theyve got something going on, even if they cant. johnny makes an excuse to drape his legs over isabels lap. isabel finds an excuse to grab johnnys wrist, or nudge him on the shoulder. they’re trying to deal with how things used to be and how they are now and how they want them to be and how they feel.
they ALMOST kiss again during wizard prom, which they don’t attend together. but they dont.
and then they have exams in spring. and isabels sooooo confident that she’ll knock out that stupid dog boggart just like she did third year. so she’s pretty shaken up when her grandpa shows up instead and says hes pulling her out of school early. shes too much trouble and hes through putting up with this time-wasting education, its time for her to quit being an embarrassment to him and finish learning the family magic. theres a lot more insults thrown in but thats the jist. and she goes running to the commonroom because not only did all that happen and she’s freaking out, but it happened and she freaked out in front of the entire class. and johnny goes after her because hes worried like crazy and they have a moment and he goes a bit overboard on the whole ‘if thats what your real grandpas like then i dont care who he is hes a jackass. cant he see what an annoyingly massive brain youve got on your shoulders or how youre cracked at strategy or’ and he does that for like 10 minutes while gently rubbing her back and isabel is having another crisis on top of her grandpa crisis. because what she tried so hard to kill is still very much alive. and hes being weirdly soft and comforting and she feels better with him here and its a lot to deal with. And she feels horrible and guilty and she doesn’t want him to stop.
Johnny is trying desperately to break tension and make sure she knows its bullshit. She’s HIS friend! Nobody talks like that about one of HIS friends and gets away with it! Even if it was a creature disguised as her grandpa and not actually her grandpa! SHE deserves to know that it’s not true and HES not gonna stand by it! But shes resisting and hes frustrated and there’s got to be SOMETHING thatll get through her head there’s got to be SOMETHING he can do to show her what he thinks but shes being DIFFICULT and hes BAD AT WORDSTHINKING and- oh okay thats a kiss. To get through her big smart wonderful dense skull. And it’s very soft and very determined to say ‘you’re wonderful. this is how wonderful i think you are. you dont need me to tell you it but please listen please please please if you need to hear it from someone else ill tell you. i dont really know how to in the way you deserve but youre worth learning’. All in front of the couch they spent hours on studying and planning matches on and napping and its warm and isabel is. well. Isabel Is In Trouble.
And then oh. Well. Um. Hello Maxwell. Who Came To Check On Us Because We Were Taking So Long .
frankly i’m still not sure how they sort that one out. johnny awkwardly excuses himself. and sometime before the school year ends they Actually Talk About It
By 7th year theyre together and very happy and very much the school menaces. Turns out avoiding your feelings gets you nowhere when instead you could face them and put your head together and cause all your separate rabblerousery with each other. And also hold hands with your best friend who you meet for breakfast and fall asleep on and spar against and get excited over the upcoming quidditch season with and kiss and sneak out to the astronomy tower with a blanket. isabel doesn’t want to take over franciscos legacy and johnnys like ‘i mean youve been pretty busy buildin your own, cap’. and she thinks. yeah. but itd be um. kind of empty with just me, dont you think?
Because she likes spending time with him. Because he’s her quidditch partner. Because she doesn’t think she could see herself playing with anyone else. Because she doesn’t think she could see herself wanting to play with anyone else. And then shes in trouble. Because neither does he.
#asks#anon#I WROTE ……. SO MUCH MORE THAN I MEANT TO…… I GOT CARRIED AWAY..#THANK U FOR THE ASK I WENT A LITTLE BONKERS#head in my HANDS. WIZJO.#wizard au
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Hi, I hope this isn't weird, but as I see this kind of discourse from one of my favourite author I just wanted to check in if that's a kind of thing you're dealing with too. Without any judgement to anyone. Is it really that important to you guys that we leave comments? Aren't kudos enough? And do you agree that writers have to answer to comments?
It’s alright anon I figured I might get a message like this and I do appreciate having the chance to share my piece because I utterly agree with Susi on every part.
Something that’s worth understanding is I do not have a single artist or writer friend who doesn’t face this issue. Every single one one them, without fail, puts their heart on the line to create and share fan work, and all of them, myself included, struggle with a lack of response. Every gif maker, writer, artist, edit crafter, web weaver, all of them live for the positive comments we receive, the praise. I don’t know a creative without a praise kink, frankly.
This has been true for every fandom I’ve been in since I started posting art online in 2011, and fic in 2017, but it is ESPECIALLY present in F1 RPF because the space is so small, and usually people are so used to clinging to anonymity that the space feels even smaller.
Long discussion under the cut, because I wanted to try and honestly explain the mental process behind why authors and artists ask for a comment.
Speaking from my own experience now (that I’d still put money on being a similar experience for others), posting work of any kind online is a bargain. Yes you do it for yourself in part, but if it was just for myself I wouldn’t post it. When you post, you make the mental deal of “am I willing to accept potential hate or disinterest in this, for the chance to receive love and praise on it”. If you’ve been here a while you’ve seen the anons I’ve received at times; transphobic, homophobic, or just plain hateful. Some were too hateful to even post. I have had an Instagram page make a collage of my art just to laugh at it. But I keep posting, because for me, the joy and community I receive from comments and tags on my work make it worth that bargain. There’s some work that isn’t worth the potential backlash to post. That’s why any of the nsfw art I draw never leaves my close mutuals. I’m not willing to share it online when the result of it would pale against the risk.
Creative work is a deeply personal and heart baring process. It cannot be done easily some days. Yes it’s fun and funny and entertaining at times, but most times when I’m writing, I end up stood utterly alone in my own mind with myself. I cant write if I’m too depressed, because that experience of being alone with myself is too painful. Even on a good day it can be hard. So when I choose to go to that place, remain alone to pour my mind into something I write or draw, it is an exhausting labour of love. It takes hours, I’m not a fast worker, some people are faster than me, some are even slower. I’m alone for all of it.
And so when you put that all together. The work, the creative process, the editing, the cleaning, the preparing for posting, the process of tagging and sorting work so it’ll be seen, then self promoting… the least we can ask for in return is a comment?
You have to understand, kudos or likes are great, but it’s a hand sticking out of the void and giving you a thumbs up. It’s silent, faceless, impression-less. Imagine sending your family a deeply personal message and the response you get is just “👍”. Yeah it’s technically a response, but it’s disproportionate to the Labour afforded beforehand. People posting online are seeking a human connection, that little snap of closeness all human beings through history have craved. A kudos doesn’t really satisfy that craving. I would rather get 20 kudos on fic, but every single one has a comment, than 1000 silent ones. It’s just a number, it takes half a second to press that button and move on. It makes you feel like a cheap commodity that’s consumed and spat out, and that doesn’t even speak for the shame of a thousand eyes looking at your work and saying nothing at all.
When you comment or leave a tag, it shows me you took a second to absorb what I’ve showed you. It slowed you down, made you pause or take a breath, it DID something to you, just like it did something to me to make it. That’s a connection, that snap of a bond. Myself and that commenter now share something, and usually it’s a simple act of gratitude that you see all the work I’ve done to give you something, even if the comment is just “I really liked this!thank you for writing it”. It’s a paltry amount of work compared to what happened to get us there. But I feel less alone for just a little while, just like that fic did for you.
I understand that is still hard to do on occasion. You may be tired, you may feel over exposed or sick, but again you have to remember how hard that creative worked to give you something. On tumblr at least you can still reblog without a comment and increase the chance of someone else doing so. Ao3 doesn’t have that. Even when people filter by kudos they still have to be looking to read something with those tags. It doesn’t do much for the author who is sat faced with numbers. Their work made you feel, think, or just escape your own mind, by commenting, you are giving them the chance to have a moment of the same.
I have a screenshot folder full of comments that have made my day. It’s packed with the words that kept me going, when I doubted I could write at all, when I wondered if my art was good enough. They make a meaningful impact on my life the way I hope my work does for others.
And then you have to understand how… ungrateful it seems, to have people go “well you don’t reply fast enough, so I’m not going to comment.” I understand we all want that connection again, of a reply, and that’s why most authors TRY to do so!
But that author or artist has spent hours creating something for you, they have emotionally laboured and worked and bared themselves, asked you just to say something as your payment, and then you have asked to be paid for that honour? That’s like going into a store, paying for something, and then going “because you didn’t give me an extra gift for paying rather than stealing, I shall simply steal it in future”. That’s kind of insane right? Especially when the work you receive was hand made with love by the person sat in front of you.
I don’t know a single creative person on f1blr I haven’t seen go “I don’t know if posting this is worth it”. And that should worry people. If you come online and devour content without return, you are going to see people stop posting and walk away. I’ve seen it happen over and over and over. This isn’t the hungry hungry caterpillar, you aren’t 5, you don’t get to have your cake and eat it too if you don’t pay the baker who made it. In this case nobody in fandom has the incentive of making a living to continue. I can’t buy things for myself with comments. We don’t get paid. Instead they’re just going to stop sharing and return to only giving cake to people who respond. I’ve got art and fic I wrote only for my friends, because I wanted a reaction and giving it to them was a sure fire way to get it, because I trusted them.
If it becomes more effort to post than it does the return, I simply just won’t. I owe nothing to a faceless void, and so said void should try being less faceless. That’s all people are asking for.
#asks#anonymous#Mark’s fic tag#mark’s art tag#wank/rants#wow long post#reblogs fine#cause some people need to learn
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Chapter 5 - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.
Episode 1.
Evan: At Christmas day the whole gang was gathered, and I should probably do a quick introduction of them all?
You see we are this group of people, we are more or less like a family I guess, some of us knows each other better, but isnt it that way with family members as well?
So, you already heard a bit about Andy, Congo, Daniel and I….
Well at least we have already covered that Andy, Daniel and I used to be in a band together, nearly 15 years that is.
Besides that, you know Daniel has ADD.
He is a pretty cool guy tho, just imagine a 32 year old toddler.
Nah, he isnt half as bad as we say he is.
He just forgets things, has trouble concentrating, and he is pretty hyper, even if he smokes about 5-6 medical joints per day.
Daniel doesnt believe in medicating himself to keep his feet on the ground. And I cant say I disagree.
Although he at times can be very social awkward, he is a bit of a skirt chaser as well, not nearly as bad as Andy ever were, but as Daniel puts it himself, he just isnt fit for a relationship, and doesnt wanna burden anyone with the irresponssible grown up toddler he is.
Well anyone but me.
You see we live together, or lived together now that I spend my time at Andy and Congo's new house… but at least he is located in the house just next door so I still get to keep an eye on him.
Alongside Andy, Daniel and I, there were a fourth member of our band, Tomas, a sweet guy really, more down to earth than Andy and Daniel… well even more than me.
He always kept a bit in the background, pretty shy guy at times. Hopeless romantic, always on the search for the one.
Truth to be told, he wanted out of the band years ago, settle down, start a family. But the rest of us kept our claws in him.
Thats until Andy couldnt handle the pressure any longer, and broke up the band about a year ago.
Now Tomas is back in college, trying to get a degree as he wants to become a teacher. He is 29 years old.
Then there is Sparkle, one of Andy's oldest female friends… no oldest I believe, although she is years younger than him, her being 27 years old and Andy being 31.
She's a sweet girl, all in one I would say.
She is both tomboy and girly at the same time.
She has a great sense of humor, book worm, nerdy and very artistic.
A bit of a trouble maker though, so her and Andy often ends up in fights.
There is several reasons for that, but it all comes down to them more or less having a big brother/little sister relationship.
Moving on to Gizmo, which then should be more or less Spakles little brother, although they arent blood related.
24 years only he is the second youngest of our little group.
Big time geek, very much into science, fulltime student at the local college, we often joke that he will study till the day he dies of old age.
Bit of a health freak, deeply into all sorts of fandoms, and a bit awkward at times.
Really great guy with his heart in the right place.
Clover is a woman who is more or less in an on off relationship with Gizmo, and here I say woman as she is 36 years old, as far as I recall.
She is very openminded, free spirited, and not into relationships, which fits well with Gizmo, since he isnt either.
And thats the whole reason for their on off thing.
When they do date, they only date each other, but they never really settle for a long term relationship, as they both like to try out new fields so to speak.
Clover is a very talented photographer, very smart, loves the outdoors and is a bit of a mother type to all of us.
Lastly but not least, the youngest of us all. Jenna, a year younger than Gizmo, making her 23.
Student as well, very smart girl, quiet, shy, doesnt talk much, but who am I to point fingers, normally I dont talk much either.
Come to think of it, I actually know very little about her.
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Shut the fuck up and take that diarrhea mouth bullshit somewhere else Triagonal
https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/874861945/4989223953
https://archive.ph/zqQog
Imagine being so obsessed with this blog despite "Not caring." Ok want to explain why you were banned on the forums jackass? Or why you got caught in 4k with a minor situation when you are an adult? People do not make that shit up. And they showed PROOF.
Quit talking in circles, we are all sick of your shit. You literally said I suspended her Her being Tall)" proudly. The subject was pointing at TALL attacking someone (the bot's of ray) when she should have used the goddamn BLOCK button instead. DO YOU NOT USE YOUR FUCKING EYEBALLS? LOOK AT THAT USER'S COMMENT TO YOU, IT MENTIONS TALL NOT MAYANDKIRBY Why go 'oh I suspended mayandkirby." no, you knew they were a guy and corrected yourself when they ranted you 'misgendered them' too, back when they were still active; and that user was banned months ago BEFORE Tall's suspension, and unlike Tall they didnt BITCH about it, they made their peace and went elsewhere.
Too fucking late though cunt rag, the info was sent to Tall's little friends and they ran over and showed it to her, have fucking fun having her ass make hate videos on you for 'reporting her hate journals and being the REAL reason she was banned.' You sealed your fate being a braggy asshole that plays the field.
And no, the user IN that chat handed the info over to US. The group dedicated to reporting assholes like Tall sent it in. They sent it in to some of our ranks on discord because Tall kept bothering them, and we took it and sent it here. Leave that fucking user alone bitch and quit stalking people you no life loser.
Go creepishly greet people who dont wanna see your ugly mug going 'welcome to DA' with your lame ass poster (User had a right to be freaked out, grow up.) as you kiss the asses of little kids who steal art. Fucking dont deny you didnt see proof either. @KyleDraws and his crew are the ones Skyfnffan steal from, are you too stupid to read fucking TIMESTAMPS ON THE ART DATES? God, the stupidity you give off.
Seriously go re-take some school courses, you obviously skipped a few with your head shoved up your own ass in 'Triagonal is always correct' land.
Also the forums showed proof you block evaded, your own 'block evasion artworks' admit you have a habit of it too. DA says 'dont block evade' and them's the rules.
Oh and shut the fuck up, DA wont do SHIT to the reports you send in whining your chat got exposed. That user sent that chat to us on discord, NOT DA. And the staff DO NOT TAKE OUTSIDE EVIDENCE OFF OF DA. Maybe dont play both sides of the field and cater to both victims and the abusers?
Face it, you support theft, you support pedos like Tall (Proof is everywhere, check the fucking tags lazy shit. Right down below, Mod puts the tag #TallTherify29 on posts related to her. Click it and do research, or shut the fuck up. Mommy and daddy aren't here to hold your hand.
We are already reporting her for ban evasion, so either shut up and help, or get the fuck out of here you degenerate scumbag 'holier than thou' asswipe. Infact, we are gonna get in touch with those that exposed you to get further details if you dont back the hell off. How's that? Would be a mighty shame if we found out those alts are indeed yours and sent them in to DA with tickets you BLOCK EVADE. The forum goers have alot of dirt on you after all. AND it's archived, so you cant hide it pussy.
Again, dont fuck with us, we do our jobs unlike you ya lazy ass shit stalker. Also leave Anji the fuck alone, that's a kid you are pestering. Keep saying shit about her and it's gonna get ugly for you when we show tickets of you harassing a minor.
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