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Exactly my cup of tea. [George Weasley x reader]
Title: Exactly my cup of tea
Pairing: George Weasley x Gryffindor!reader, background mentions of Cho x Harry.
Timeline: Set during OOTP (mentions of Harry and Cho’s canonical date on Valentine’s Day 1996)
Summary: After Harry’s failed date with Cho at Madam Puddifoot’s, he tells the reader and George all about it. They decide to check out the place for themselves.
Warnings: Brief mentions of sexual acts, no smut or detailed description. Friends to lovers. Just a big ball of fluff 🤍
"Ughr I'm telling you, it was awful," Harry groans as he throws himself onto the couch next to you in the Gryffindor common room. George, who is sat opposite you in a little armchair looks up from tinkering with his newest invention and gives Harry a look which tells him to carry on. Harry looks around to check no one is listening in before he continues. "It's that stupid teashop! She talked about Cedric the entire time, cried through most of it and when I briefly mentioned Hermione she stormed off and disappeared."
You and George's eyes met very briefly as you tried to stifle the giggles that were threatening to spill out of both of you at the awfulness of the story but you quickly recovered and tried to console Harry.
"It was probably just too soon mate, she probably felt guilty that she wanted to go out with you so soon after his death," you reasoned, earning a slight nod from Harry, who had listened to your opinion.
"Yeah but how long does she need?" George says with a tone to his voice you couldn't place.
"What, you think she can just get over it like that? If it were-." You began to say, only to cut yourself off sharpish when you realised what the next words out of your mouth would be. George gave you a strange look and Harry seemed to be completely oblivious as you carried on. "It's not the same for everyone, these things take time, especially when it was such a shock like that." Both boys silently agreed and we carried on talking about the whole debacle until Fred and Lee joined later on. Harry had described in excruciating detail the floof and frills of the tea house, with its chintzy furniture and outdated wallpaper that looked like a remnant from someone's great grandmothers house. The conversation quickly diverted as Fred began waffling about an idea for a new product that had piqued George's interest and had lost Harry's.
George tinkered with the project a little while longer whilst Fred talked you into designing new packaging for his new idea and drawing up a basic plan for how he wanted it to look. Only when Lee had fallen asleep and had slunk down and dribbled onto Fred's shoulder did you all declare that it was time for bed, seeing that the common room had been vacated by everyone else hours ago.
"I'll be up in a minute," George says, ushering his brother and a very sleepy Lee away. Fred pauses, waiting for you with an outstretched elbow for you to take but you also say you'd be up later with George so he shrugs and walks off to bed.
"So, Harry and Cho..." George says with a smirk, chuckling to himself. You had to giggle back, finally able to now that everyone had disappeared.
"Do you think she meant to take him there? Like, for the reason everyone else goes?" You asked, still laughing.
George looked up at you with confusion for a second, "what, for tea?"
"No you great oaf, it's where couples go when they want to be alone... away from the prying eyes of Hogwarts," you said with a wiggle of your eyebrows. George's eyebrows shot up high on his head at the information, clearly not knowing it was Hogwarts' number one make out spot.
"Go Cho," George says, his shoulders shaking with laughter, to which you snorted in reply.
"Do you think Madam Puddifoot knows that she's running a teen brothel? Or maybe a live sex show at least." George barks out a laugh that is much too loud for the current time and situation and you both fight to hold back your laughter.
"Probably, she is a Madame after all," George laughs with a shake of his head.
"Maybe she puts something in the tea," you joked, "you and Fred should get on that. Aphrodisiac all sorts," you said cheekily, alluding to the popular liquorice muggle sweets that Arthur was so fond of. He laughed again, finally putting down the invention and assortment of tools.
"Shall we go?" He asks.
You look at him completely dumbfounded at his question, shocked that he'd even ask. Reading your reaction, his eyes immediately shoot open and words fall from his mouth to recover, "I didn't mean like that! We should go tomorrow and scout the place out." You can almost make out a small blush settling on his cheeks and you laugh whilst nodding your head.
"It's a date, Weasley. Dress nice!" You smiled and walked over to him to hug him goodnight, something you had both done for years, before you climbed up the stairs toward your dormitory.
The next morning you dress nicely, choosing a cute skirt and sweater to wear as you prepare to meet George ready for tea. When you walk down the stairs from your dorm you see him sat there with a single flower in his hand. He looked so handsome in his blue floral shirt and nice chinos, apparently having listened to your warning of dressing nice.
He rises as soon as he sees you, smiling as you walk down the stairs and you have to remind yourself briefly that it's a fake date.
"You look really pretty," he says as he hands you the flower, causing you to blush as you smile shyly up at him.
"It's not going to squirt water is it?" You laugh, gesturing to the flower. He looks at you with a puzzled expression, clearly not getting the joke.
"It's a muggle thing, like a magic trick? They have flowers that squirt water, mostly clowns," you explain as his eyes widen.
"Muggles have magic tricks?" He asks in complete astonishment. You laugh, nodding as he continues to look amazed.
"You and Fred should sell some, when you open your shop," you chuckle as he leads you out of the common room and down the staircases.
"One eyed witch or regular walking?" You asked George, preparing how you were going to get to Hogsmeade.
He shoots you a little look before replying with a smirk, "regular, I'm not taking you down one eyed witch in your little skirt."
"God it's like Umbridge threw up in here," you commented as you sat at the intimately small table at Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, waiting fir tour tea to arrive, the hideous decor already making you feel claustrophobic.
"Yeah except there's less cats," George mutters, scrunching his face up as he looks around with a loom of utter repulsion.
The exterior of the tea shop should have been enough evidence that the inside was going to be as frilly and pretentious as it was with the powder pink windows and door frames but nothing could have prepared you for this.
There wasn't a single surface inside that wasn't covered in either powderpuff pink, florals or lace. Harry really was telling the truth. There were armoires filled with delicate China teacups and boxed teas that fit the aesthetic of the shop, China plates lined up on the walls alongside some truly hideous artwork of loved up couples and badly painted floral bouquets.
How this place had become a den of inequity you had no idea but there were subtle references to love all around; erotically named teas and treats, picture on the wall that seemed to blend into female silhouettes the longer you looked at it, even some of the cakes on display looked phallic.
You looked around at the couples that were clearly there on dates and had to stifle a laugh at the awkwardness of it all. Some couples looked like it was their first date and were sat awkwardly amongst the sea of people clearly much more comfortable and familiar with each other. Some of the boys looked painfully uncomfortable amongst the ostentatious decor, clearly having not chosen the venue of their date. Most couples however were more than comfortable, most of them glued to each other in one way or another.
Your tea was brought over and you thanked the waitress as you poured the tea for you and George. He hadn't said much since you walked in, more silently observing with an outright puzzled and disgusted expression that you couldn't help but chuckle at.
A few couples, particularly near the back were snogging, no doubt regulars on account of their knowledge to sit at the back and wrapped around the little cozy corners.
"Godric, he'll get lost if he gets any further down her throat," you whispered, laughing at a couple far off in the corner, nodding your head subtly towards them so that George could see. He immediately snorted after catching a glimpse of them, looking around to mock more of the patrons.
"How is this place getting couples riled up? It's like my great aunt Muriel's front lounge," George laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Well it seems to be working regardless," you chuckle, taking a sip of your tea which was actually quite delicious.
"She's definitely getting fingered under the table," you whisper suddenly, nodding towards a couple in the back you and George had been mocking.
George immediately spits out his tea, eyes bulging at your blunt words making you laugh. He wipes down the front of his shirt as his eyes flick over to the couple in question and he quickly looks away from them realising you're probably right. His reaction was so cute that you couldn't help but laugh, seeing George Weasley shy was an incredibly rare occurrence and you were loving it.
"Cushion in the lap," you nod towards a guy on your left sat with a frilly, heart shaped velvet cushion placed in his lap, "might as well have a sign over his head saying 'I've got an erection," you laugh.
"Girls know this stuff?" George whisper-yells, eyes bugged wide, horrified that you'd apparently cracked guy code.
"Only the bad girls," you wink at him before taking another sip of your tea. You couldn't help but notice George begin to vividly blush, all the way up from his collar to the top of his hairline and you smiled sweetly up at him, finding his reaction entirely too endearing.
You both carried on making fun of the couples around you, happily sipping your tea as you enjoyed spending time with George. He'd become a little less bashful over the course of your visit and had began actively mocking the couples, pointing out particularly aggressive ones and making little quips.
When you walked up to the little counter, the waitress passed over your bill and you began reaching into your bag to pull out your little coin purse. At the same time, George reached into his pocket to pull out his own money but you quickly placed down your money and dragged him out of the tea shop before he could fight you on it.
"Why did you pay?" He asks, frowning as he looks over at you. You smiled sweetly if not a little sarcastically at him as you replied.
"My treat, for you being gentlemanly enough not to feel me up under the table," you joked.
"Not like I wasn't thinking about it," he mumbles, making you pause. His eyes widen at he realises he just said that out loud as you both stand frozen, looking at each other with shocked and surprised eyes. Usually you would have thought nothing of a comment like that coming from George, thinking he was simply teasing you but his reaction told you otherwise.
"What?"
"What?"
"You wanted, with me?" You said in utter shock, wanting him to clarify what he meant. He was blushing again, not as heavily as before but you could definitely detect a pinkness to his cheeks underneath his freckles.
"Yes," he says, looking up at you nervously.
You didn't think twice and immediately stepped forward, shyly pressing your lips to his. He began kissing you back a few seconds later, assuming the shock had settled and he reached delicately for your hip, holding you to him as he kissed you back.
When you pulled apart, you both smiled nervously at each other, letting out a little awkward chuckle at the sudden twist.
"I told you, she puts something in that tea!"
#emeritusemeritus#emeritusemerituswrites#harry potter#george weasley x you#george weasley#George Weasley x reader#George Weasley fluff#George Weasley imagines
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Mercs if they had modern day cellphones!
Heavy:
The screen is too small and his fingers are too big.
The screen also tends to hurt his eyes after a while but he absolutely refuses to turn down the brightness, saying it would make it even harder to see than before
His main favorite functions are video calls with Medic or his family and listening to music.
His life is complete when he discovers E-books
He can’t read them on the screen but he loves being able to clean Sasha while having his favorite book read to him
Medic:
Really doesn’t use it for much else than phone calls and the occasional google search at first
When he discovers mobile games that takes his interest though!
He becomes a candy crush mom.
Oh you have a broken arm? Wellll…You can tough it out, champ. He’s on level 7,229 right now.
He would make all the other men get Life360
Scout:
Total social media zombie(I say as if I am not one)
Surprisingly he’s very popular on apps like Twitter and Tik Tok. People think he’s hilarious!
Unfortunately somewhere along the way he says something less than respectful about something and his account gets banned
Eventually he’s on account number 6 and trying to regrow his following
It never recovers
He finds out about NFT’s
Sniper:
Mainly uses it to watch youtube and play music
His phone is always on silent and Do Not Disturb
He loves those videos where those guys go out into the middle of the woods and just start building a fucking house out of clay and sticks.
He prefers texting to calling, finding it much faster(he just like me fr)
Baffled by just how much porn he has access to now….
But he’s not complaining.
Soldier:
He doesn’t use it because he just keeps breaking his phones.
They’ve been dropped, blown up, set ablaze, dropped in water, eaten by a bread-tumor monster, eaten by Soldier(???) and run over.
Even if they didn’t get destroyed within 3 days he still wouldn’t use it for much else besides setting alarms and sending confusing group texts.
However, with each new phone he has gotten he asks Pyro for stickers and sticker bombs his phone just for fun
Has an American flag wallpaper
Pyro:
Watches a lot of Youtube!
They love art tutorials, cooking tutorials and those videos with the guys that put molten hot metal balls into water and those videos of people crushing things in Hydraulic presses
Their search history is so fucking strange:
“my little pony free episode”
“my little pony movie free”
“how to draw clouds”
“gasoline cheap prices”
They follow Scout’s pages and always send him nice comments and like his videos
Engineer:
Loves listening to music and watching movies on his phone
Eventually learns how to code and make his own apps
This is also how he discovered he could jailbreak his phone and turn it into a universal remote for his sentries
Very slow texter
Uses way more emoji’s than needed
“Hello yall 👋🏻 going to the hardware store today 🔨let me know if yall need anything while im out👋🏻🚶🏼”
His most used app is the settings app
Spy:
Of course all of his phones are burners.
He never uses one for more than one week
Loves pirating movies on it and watching them in bed
He has no contacts. No personal information and keeps his location off at all times
Likes to pretend to be different people and play around with Google and Youtube’s targeted ads and algorithms
One day he’s an 86 year old woman that’s recommended nothing but metal bands and funeral home ads
The next week he’s four years old and getting recommended Mario and Minecraft let’s play videos
He uses twitter
He’s doxxed many people on Twitter
Like Scout he has MANY banned accounts and has also hacked and stolen many accounts
…He hacked one of Scout’s accounts and got it permanently banned
Demoman:
Loves watching Top 10 videos
Also loves having so much ease and access talking to his lads
He video calls his mother often even she just nags him the whole time and keeps accidentally hanging up
Is frequently texting the other team’s Soldier and laughing at what he says back
Uses Discord and Reddit and is in many servers and communities that focus on paranormal activity, urban legends and cryptids
Actually makes his own youtube videos searching for said cryptids
Frequently comments “cringe” under Scout’s posts
#tf2 pyro#soldier tf2#tf2 demo#tf2 engineer#tf2 archimedes#tf2 headcanons#tf2 oc#scout tf2#tf2 sniper#tf2 heavy#tf2 medic#tf2 spy
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Since it has been on my mind lately and I’m in the mood to ramble, I present to you: why I believe Lenore’s spectre is going to be a Phoenix/Phoenix themed.
Before I go more deeply into this, I want to cover the most agreed upon detail of Lenore’s possible spectre: Lenore having wings. This really seems like a slam dunk at this point. Lenore so far has had a clear association with birds, specifically ravens; with one of the Poe works she is based on being The Raven, her talking to and seeking out the Raven in Nevermore, the cane we see her using in her and Annabel’s memories having a Raven skull as the handle and her family crest having a pair of black wings a part of its design.
Additionally, there’s also the detail of Nevermore’s logo. Nevermore’s logo is comprised of a beating heart and a pair of black wings. Since Annabel’s spectre has a heart shaped hole in her chest, Lenore’s spectre having wings would make up the rest of the logo, with the logo symbolising our pair of deuteragonists.
Furthermore, there is also the scene with Lenore and The Raven, with him mockingly asking Lenore if she has a pair of wings under her blazer after she tries to stop him from leaving in episode 35.
Honestly, this panel might as well have a massive sign titled ‘FORESHADOWING’ in blinking lights attached to it when we take into account everything that we’ve pointed out. So, while it seems very likely that Lenore will have wings, why do I think she will be a phoenix specifically? With her connections to ravens, surely it make more sense for her to be a raven? Well, this is because of one word: rebirth.
Just to have a quick explanation for the basis, a phoenix is an immortal bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again. Being associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by rising from the ashes of its predecessor. Some legends say it dies in a show of flames and combustion, others that it simply dies and decomposes before being born again. Throughout the comic, there has been a lot of links to Lenore and the ideas of rebirth. Specifically, there are three examples where Lenore has gone through a death of some form, before being reborn/brought back to life in some form.
The first time we see this after the accident with the tree. With the death of Theo, who was seemingly the only person in Lenore’s life at the time who genuinely cared about her, and being locked away in the attic for years after being deemed as never being able to recover from her injuries, along with her parents no longer seeing her as any respectable use since they wouldn’t be able to marry her off, we see Lenore go through her first ‘death’. Forced to live a lifeless existence hidden away in shame, with her ripping away the wallpaper being the only real change that occurred during her time in the attic. All of this leads into first time Lenore is reborn/brought back to life when she first meets Annabel, which allowed her to be freed from the attic and form a genuine connection with someone in years. Lenore even says so herself, describing Annabel as the one who brought her back to life long before she died.
The second time, and the one that arguably has the most obvious link to the ideas of Phoenixs, is when Lenore faked her death to go after Annabel. Here we see her in the process of disguising herself as a man, before finishing her packing and setting the house on fire so everyone will assume she died in the fire and she can assume her new identity without suspicion. Here, I don’t think I have to go too in-depth to point how through her actions, Lenore arose from the ashes of the house fire as Leo Vandernacht, leaving her life as the disgraced daughter of the Vandernachts to burn away in the house fire, just like a Phoenix arising from the ashes of its predecessor (side note quickly but Lenore I swear to fucking god you better actually have a cousin named Leo or I’m coming through the screen to shake you like a maraca). The parallels here are pretty clean cut.
Finally, we have her actual death and her appearing at Nevermore. While we don’t know the full details behind Lenore’s and Annabel’s deaths, whatever they are only have the possibility to strengthen the links to rebirth that have been clearly shown from the start. The whole conflict in Nevermore is the competition for a new life. With Lenore’s death and her arrival to Nevermore placing her in a competition for a second chance at life, she has once again been placed into a position similar to the cycle of a Phoenix, with this time following closer to legends where a Phoenix simply dies and decomposes before being born again. Additionally, Annabel’s complete faith in Lenore can also fed into this. We see in episode 41, how no matter what awaits them, no matter challenges they have to overcome, Annabel has absolute faith that Lenore will find a way to get them out of Nevermore. Not herself or any complex plan she has, Lenore is the one who will ultimately be the key to their escape. Lenore is the key to their second chance at life, to their rebirth.
Speaking of Annabel, the way she describes Lenore in episode 66 can add onto this line of reasoning. During the episode, we see Annabel describe Lenore as ‘ash the moment we met’, before going on to talk about how all madwoman die at least twice. First off, describing Lenore as ash already brings her back to the idea of being a Phoenix, with Pheonix rising from the dead through the ashes of predecessor. Secondly, the idea of all madwomen dying at least twice in relation to Lenore is yet another link to the concept of a Phoenix, with them going through multiple deaths in their cycle of rebirth.
To focus on some of the smaller details, the colours associated with Lenore can also strengthen the idea of Lenore’s spectre being Phoenix themed as well. As we all know well at this point, in very Romeo and Juliet fashion, Annabel and Lenore have clear colours associated to them, with Annabel often dressing in blue, in addition to other cold colours, while Lenore often dresses in reds, in addition to other warm colours. Considering this and Lenore’s already clear association to fire, like Lenore’s spectre having wings, it seems likely that Lenore’s spectre will also have fire powers. Now, what is something that has wings and it linked to fires? That’s right, a Phoenix. This small point can be strengthen by what we know about Annabel’s spectre. Annabel’s spectre is freezing to the touch, which matches up with the colours associated to her. Since White Raven’s spectres are definitely going to parallel each other, this detail increases the possibility of Lenore’s spectre having fire based abilities, and as a result, increases the possibility of Lenore being a Phoenix.
While there are still loads of other ideas about what Lenore’s spectre will be going around, to me at least, Lenore’s spectre being at least Phoenix themed is definitely the strongest theory I’ve seen so far. If anyone else has any other ideas about what Lenore’s spectre will be, or if you have any other evidence supporting the idea that Lenore will be Phoenix themed, I would love to hear it!
#nevermore#webtoon nevermore#nevermore webtoon#lenore vandernacht#lenore nevermore#annabel lee whitlock#annabel lee nevermore#nevermore theories
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Recovering Together: Reader x Ignihyde
The last two weeks had been rough to say the least. 8 hours days turned into 12, 16 and even more if you weren’t careful. It was draining; physically, emotionally, socially. You’re sure you would have Overblotted if magic was an option. It hurts more because it’s been so long without seeing your partner. Now, finally, you have a moment to breathe and they’re determined to show you how much they’ve missed you.
Small snippets of the boys taking care of you when it’s hard to take care of yourself.
Warnings: Trauma (Emotional), Physically Exhaustion, Self-Doubt, Implied Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms (Reader), Crying, Comfort, Intense Emotions, Overworked Reader, Implied Fighting
Idia-
He feels like he’s doing a quick time event but something is wrong with the screen and the prompt isn’t showing up. Idia is trying his best to blend into the wallpaper of the hallway but everyone can see his hair. He can feel his fingers starting to twitch; people are staring and he’s going to lose his nerve. Why do normies have to be so fucking cringe, can’t he go out of his room once without it being a big deal seriously-
He physically jerks into the middle of the hall when you exit class, like you’ve tugged him with a rope. You’re looking at the floor and from this angle it’s easy to see the red rims around your eyes. Idia wants to freeze but he’s come this far and is able to stutter out your name loud enough that you notice him.
The fatigue on your face fades when you see him, smiling and walking over. He quickly takes your arm and drags you over to the side, clearing the walkway. You follow after him happily, squeezing his arm before he quickly snatches it away. He loves it when you touch him but in public? His hair is already turning pink at the thought.
“Hey Idia, I didn’t know you were coming to class today. What’s going on?” You don’t sound hurt that he didn’t tell you, only curious and he grins, getting some confidence back.
“That’s cause this is a top secret, limited time mission.” You smile, eyebrows going up as he explains.
“Top secret huh? Are you going to share?” He snorts, giving you another wide grin and moves down the hall. You let him lead you towards the exit, ignoring the bell going off. It was lunch time anyway, the perfect time to sneak off.
“You missed last week’s raid drops and I gotta send them over to you before the next one.” You feel a pang of guilt as Idia talks, tugging on his arm.
“I’m sorry, everything has been so crazy lately…” He seems surprised at your apology but gives you a gentle look before turning away.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re going to skip with me to make up for it.” You laugh, giving his arm a squeeze and leaning against him. Idia lets out a high-pitched squeak, squirming but not actually trying to push you off.
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
Ortho + Grim-
Grim has no idea what to do. You’ve been running around all week and barely had time for him. And he didn’t need you of course, because he’s the Great Grim but it did upset him seeing you being run ragged. He misses you too, even if he would never admit it.
Now he’s trying to figure out how to get you to rest. You had almost walked into a wall earlier! No deviation in sight! You owed him big time for that one. He sees the bags getting darker and darker, your body getting more and more sluggish. With all this in mind, he has to bring out the big guns.
“And, because my hench-human is having so many issues, they need your help.” Ortho hadn’t interrupted Grim’s monologue about your health once, even if he was tempted to. He has noticed that you’re too busy to check in on Idia like normal but didn’t realize it was this bad.
“Don’t worry Grim, I will help on your mission to fix the Prefect!” Grim sputters out excuses, following Ortho as he floats his way down the hall.
“It’s not like I care! They just bring the mood down in the house.” Ortho nods, easily seeing past Grim’s blustering. The two of them begin the track to Ramshakle; you had skipped class to get sleep but only after Grim insisted.
“Don’t worry Grim, we can raise the Prefect’s stats! We just need some good healing items.” As odd as Grim thinks Ortho was, he knows he’s more than trust worthy then others. He hopes.
You wake up to hushed voices and your stomach growling. Everything was blurry and a glance at the clock showed it was after classes. Part of you wanted to feel guilty but the majority of you was just happy you had gotten more than 4 hours of sleep.
“Hench-human!” You wince at Grim’s voice but turned to him, missing his concerned look. “Be grateful! The Great Grim worked hard on this for you!” He lowers his voice and you saw Ortho with a tray in his hands. The younger boy floats over and you take in the food.
The toast is a little burned and the eggs a little runny but it smelled amazing. Your heart clenches and you sit up, Ortho and Grim getting into bed on either side of you.
“You made this for me?” Ortho beams at your question and nods.
“We did! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” You give them both a gentle smile and began to eat.
“How were your days?” You chuckle as they both launch into accounts of the day, eager to tell you what had been going on. You don’t say anything as Grim snags a piece of bacon or as Ortho begins to lean on you. It’s nice to hang out with your boys again.
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Everything's going wrong, and I really feel like I'm about to lose it.
Firstly, we're stuck in a maisonette with rising damp and mould, and the freeholders are doing precisely NOTHING about it all.
This has caused major respiratory conditions for all three of us. The worst of the damp and mould is in my disabled son's bedroom - this is what it currently looks like in there
The wallpaper and plaster have fallen away, the wall itself is actually wet, I'm cleaning mould up every day. We've had to throw away toys, bedding, books, and clothes of his that have been destroyed by mould.
We can't move, because we own the flat and no one will buy it with this problem, and we can't fix it ourselves, because its a structural issue that is the responsibility of the freeholder, and they have done nothing but ignore our pleas for the last 2 and a half years.
Ok, ready for the rollercoaster that's making me lose it? Strap in.
Now, as my son is disabled, and we're a relatively low income family, we were able to apply to the family fund for a holiday, something we've not been able to afford to do for YEARS.
This Friday, we're due to fly out to the south of France for a week. The FF awarded us £500 towards the holiday, but we had to pay the rest out of our savings, costing us just about £1200, and depleting our savings to nothing. We figured it'd be worth it - the holiday park we're going to sounds utterly perfect for him, with lots of nature, wildlife, and secure facilities with easy access. Something we simply wouldn't have even considered without the FF's help. Yes, it was still expensive, but the memories would be utterly priceless.
A couple of week's ago my car's engine light came on. Honestly something I'd probably be ignoring right now normally, but my husband was due to take his driving test in it this week before we fly out, and we are pretty sure that you can't take it in a car with the engine light showing. We managed to get it seen, and it requires around £800 worth of repairs. I cannot function without a car - it's absolutely vital for transporting my son and keeping him safe.
As I mentioned before, we've all had respiratory problems linked to the mould. My poor son seems to have a permanent frog in his throat. I've been diagnosed with asthma following a cough that I've had now since last November. A few weeks ago, my husband developed a similar nasty cough. And last week that cough suddenly got worse. He was vomiting due to the cough, in pain from head to toe, shivering and shaking.
Yesterday it was so bad, we called NHS 111, and they were so worried, they sent out an ambulance.
He's been admitted to hospital with pneumonia caused by the damp and mould. He can't take his driving test (obviously) and we are most likely going to lose out on our holiday.
I'm self employed but been unable to work much due to illness, but I'm going to have to put that aside.
So, I'm begging you, please help out a struggling artist, mother to a disabled child, and wife to a terribly ill husband. If I can book in a few pet portraits, I'll be able to cover our mortgage this month, and hopefully recover some of our lost holiday money, as well as keep my car on the road.
Here are some examples of my work.
Mostly I work in coloured pencil on pastelmat, although occasionally I can also do drafting film (if the subject allows for it) Commissions are £140 for an A4 piece and that will include postage to anywhere in mainland UK - outside of the mainland, of course I'll have to charge extra for postage.
I appreciate these aren't cheap, but a lot of work goes into them. If you could please reblog to get this seen, I would appreciate it so so much.
I am in the process of setting up a website for these, but feel free to contact me here in the meantime.
Thank you so much for taking time to read, and reblogs to signal boost are hugely appreciated
#artists on tumblr#pencil artist#personal shizz#please help#please reblog#i'm genuinely scared for the future right now
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15th Oct.
This week has been difficult for me. Recovering from a medical procedure took longer than I had hoped and with my not so great mental health I’ve been feeling pretty down.
But there have been things to bring me back up, and I’m forever grateful for that. I haven’t been involving myself in fandom much recently for personal reasons but I’ve been in the background enjoying peoples posts and creations. And of course, the man himself always brings joy - I wasn’t able to join the bloodsucking bastards watch on the space sisters server but I had a Prospect rewatch which always lifts my spirits. Thank goodness for Ezra & Pedro 💚
I’ve read less than I’d hoped to this week, but I’ve loved the things I have! Some recs from me:
A forgotten scene by @fromthedeskoftheraven
Cockwarming w Marcus M by @flightlessangelwings
Kiss me quick by @secretelephanttattoo
I’ve also made a start to some longer fics & series which I’m loving and so excited to keep reading! (I’m so so slow, I’m sorry)
The Pit by @morallyinept
Muddy Waters by @bonezone44
Recovery Road by @chronically-ghosted
A ghost of you by @wannab-urs
Compulsion by @iamskyereads
Of my own work, this week I’ve posted a few little things - to be honest I’ve been filled with dread about posting fic recently but I’m pushing through and trying to appreciate my own creativity more:
-Dulia (Ezra x gn!reader)
-Ascending Stars (Ezra x f!reader)
-take the long way home pt 2 (marcus pike x afab!reader)
-A selection of Dieter & one Ezra phone wallpapers here and here
For the week ahead, I’m kind of nervous about some work things but I do have plans (a date!!) and I’m super excited to hopefully have Our House of Flames pt 3 (Joel x reader) out. I also have a good old list of fic to read (95 and counting on my tbr - god bless the talented and prolific writers in this fandom).
Thank you all for brightening my dash & my days - always sending my appreciation. And love to anyone who reads this random Sunday ramble!
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#🩷#beating the Sunday scaries#Gideon rambles#joining the fun in end of week reviews to try and beat those Sunday blues!#fic recs#week in review
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Hi! First of all, thank you for your Reid x reader fanfictions, I love and treasure them so much. Second, I was wondering if I could request a little something with Jonathan x vampire reader? She could be his mischievous new love interest or like a partner in crime. What if they were running away from Guard of Priwen one night and had to spend a passionate day together in one of the hideouts 👀 If this isn't something you'd want to write, I understand, no pressure at all 😊 Either way looking forward for your next wonderful work!
In Hidden Rooms
Jonathan Reid x F!Reader
Warnings: NSFW +18
Shouts rang out behind you as you and Jonathan ran around another street corner, the sound of both of your shoes hitting the grim stone that paved Whitechapel too loud as you both tried to evade the guards that had ambushed you.
The sun was rising rapidly, the streets already beginning to glow with the promise of sunshine. Panic quickly rose inside of you at the thought of getting caught by the sun. A phantom pain of blistering skin teased your senses.
“In here!” Jonathan’s hand gripping your arm and pulling you with him had you gasping in surprise. You only just managed not to fall over when he pulled you through a doorway, shutting it quickly before moving a large piece of furniture in front of it.
You looked around the space you’d entered. Just a grim as outside but, at least there was no sunlight, the windows long barricaded amidst the pandemic. Your eyes flicked to Jonathan, he himself was looking around the building, his eyes landing on a staircase to the side of the room. Or what was left of the staircase anyway, but it was ideal for making sure you weren’t caught off guard if anyone broke in while you were resting.
He nodded to you before teleporting up, you following behind him. Your couldn’t stop your nose from wrinkling at the sight before you. The upper room was small, very small. A metal framed bed just big enough for two people was pushed into a corner, a small dresser with only one drawer that wasn’t broken or wonky was up against the adjacent wall. Cracks littered the walls, old no dry wallpaper peeling away, the floorboards beneath your feet were stained with god knows what.
“Charming place you’ve picked for us” you sighed as you walked over to the bed and sat down cautiously, at least it was sturdy.
“Better than roasting to death in the sun” Jonathan’s attempt at pacing only made the room feel even smaller.
“The sun has never been so tempting” you muttered. The night had been long and hard. Hours passed of either fighting rogue Skals or dodging the increased number of Priwen guards. You were exhausted, if only mostly mentally, having to spend the day locked up in this tiny hovel was simply the icing on a very bad cake.
Jonathan sat down on the bed, moving backwards so his back was resting against the wall, crossing his ankles as he leant his head back, it was such a casual position you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Jonathan’s eyes shot towards you, his eyebrow raising in question.
“You look so at home in this shithole my dear”
“We have hours until the sun goes down, you’d best get used to it” he was right, it wasn’t ideal but it was safe at least. You allowed yourself to fall back against the mattress, folding your arms behind your head.
Minutes felt like hours. Your mind dwelling on the sounds of Whitechapel outside, people shouting, carts of produce being wheeled between vendors. You knew it had only been a few hours since you’d found yourselves here, and so many more to go before the sun would set. You turned your head towards Jonathan, he’d moved to a more comfortable position his body now laid across the bed, his coat and jacket were bundled behind his head acting as a makeshift pillow.
You were always surprised at how easily Jonathan was able to rest in these situations, he told you it was purely out of necessity, if you didn’t rest you didn’t recover from the night before. But it was such a human thing was it not? To sleep - or as close to sleep as you both got.
It did however allow you time to look over Jonathan without him knowing, taking in his features, the scar that lined the bridge of his nose, the way his eyelashes seemed darker when his eyes were closed, his lips…
You felt your skin heat at the idea of him kissing you. Of course you’d kissed many times since you’d both admitted your feelings for each other….much to Edgar’s happiness - apparently the game of you and Jonathan tip toeing around each other had grown tiring. But still you couldn’t help feel giddy at the thought.
Your eyes travelled lower over him, taking in his appearance, how well fitted his clothes were, how relaxed he seemed. Jonathan much to your disappointment was always a gentleman when it came to controlling himself during your more intimate encounters, you wondered what it would take to make him lose that control.
A buzzing settled all over your body at the idea, your body moving almost on its own as you leant up gently, moving yourself to lean over him. You leant down quickly, placing a kiss on his lips. Jonathan despite being surprised hummed contently into the kiss, his hand coming up to stroke the side of your face.
This wasn’t new though, and you couldn’t help yourself from pushing further, your hand gently pushing the button of his waistcoat open, you almost broke away giggling like a child when you realised Jonathan didn’t notice what you’d done, it wasn’t until the second button was pushed open that he pulled his lips from yours, looking down to where your hand was.
“I figured you would be more comfortable without it” you smirked at his surprised laugh. His head still resting back against his coat as he watched you open the rest of the buttons, your fingers dragging over the fabric of his shirt, delighted when you felt him tense and draw in a breath.
Jonathan leant up on both arms, allowing you to push the waistcoat from his shoulders and off of him entirely. He watched you reach for his tie, pulling it open and pulling it from his neck slowly. His eyes glued to you as you dropped the red fabric beside him, your fingers now pulling open the top of his collar.
You stopped once you’d reached his collarbone. Letting your hands play with the fabric innocently, waiting for Jonathan’s reaction, but he didn’t give one, he simply watched you. You would have given up if it wasn’t for the dark look crossing Jonathan’s face, his eyes dark with something you hadn’t seen from him before. God it’s sent heat and excitement racing through you.
“Keep going” a gentle command, his voice thick with lust, his eyes never leaving yours as you obeyed him. You couldn’t help the way your fingers shook with anticipation as you worked your way down Jonathan's shirt, trying to go slowly but your excitement was getting the better of you. You stopped when you got to the last button, it was hidden beneath his belted trousers, your eyes flicked up to him. Jonathan simply raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue.
In truth he was trying desperately to mask his own excitement, you hadn't made these kinds of advancements before, he couldn't deny that he'd thought about it, he had, a lot. He almost took over when you started opening his belt, so slowly, delicately, as if any moment you were waiting for him to stop you, as if he ever would.
The buckle made a sound that was almost deafening in the moment when you pulled the leather from it and your fingers made quick work of opening his trousers. You didn’t reach in, god he was desperate for you to touch him, but you simply pushed the fabric apart enough to pull his shirt out and finish unbuttoning it.
Your fingers delicately made their way back up his skin until both hands slipped under the shirt and onto his shoulders, pushing the last of the clothing covering his upper half off.
You let your eyes rack over him, down his chest, to the line of dark hairs that trailed into his trousers, the muscles that made up his figure, you appreciated probably a little too much that Jonathan was in good shape from his time in France. You were pulled from your thoughts when his hand gripped your own jacket and pulled you to his, your lips meeting again, this time with more urgency.
Jonathan felt your hand coming up behind his head, pulling him closer, his hands reached up to start unbuttoning your jacket, his movements fast as his excitement grew, you heard it hit the floor briefly before Jonathan’s hands pulling your blouse from you brought your attention back to him. His lips trailed down your neck leaving soft kisses in their wake, you shrieked in delight when Jonathan jumped up and pulled you by the hips causing you to fall back against the bed as he worked on removing your trousers.
He couldn’t help the way he picked up in speed, desperate to see you, to kiss every inch of you. Piece by piece until you were left in just your underwear. It was only then that Jonathan slowed down, it was his turn to look over you laying beneath him. For a moment you felt nervous under his gaze, but it didn’t last, the lust clouding Jonathan’s features was too obvious to ignore.
“Keep going” you whispered, mirroring his own words but lacking the confidence he seemed to have had when he spoke them. He did as you asked, almost too eagerly as he started removing the last of your clothing, finally revealing all of you to him. You let you hands fall between you to his trousers, pushing them as far as you could reach, then allowing Jonathan to remove them completely.
It was as if for a split second you both became brutally aware of what you were about to do. Not the ideal location that was certain but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you pulled him back to you. Jonathan’s hands were everywhere, teasing your skin with light touches, his lips tracing the lines of your neck and collarbones. When he placed himself between your legs you let of a breath moan as his member brushed against you.
He did it again, moving his hips back slowly so he dragged across your centre. A low growl coming from him as he looked down between you. “Jonathan”
His eyes met yours, flicking only for a second to your lips when you spoke. “Stop being a tease…otherwise we’ll be here till long after the sun sets”
This made him smile, he leant down to kiss you quickly. “Always so eager to get the job done, I’d have thought you’d liked to have savoured this”
“Hmm I’ll savor it next time, when we’re in a bigger bed perhaps” you teased before lifting your legs to wrap around his hips, pulling him to you. Jonathan breathed out a laugh before reaching between you, his fingers finding you wet, so ready for him. You delighted in hearing the usually well spoken doctor swear under his breath as his fingers teased you, brushing against your entrance.
You were about to protest again but he moved his hand away, lining himself up before slowly pushing into you. Oh the stretch was glorious, you let you head fall back as he slowly made you take all of him. Jonathan's eyes slipped closed as he almost painfully slowly pushed into you, feeling you take him inch by inch into your heat. Once he was down to the hilt he opened his eyes again to look at you, your faces close enough that your lips brushed together.
"Jonathan" You tried moving your hips to emphasize the fact that you were ready to be done with the teasing but his hands gripped your waist holding you still, his eyes flashed with amusement before a small smirk pulled at his lips and he kissed you, whispering against your lips.
"So impatient" the first snap of his hips took you by surprise, you gasped for unneeded air, your hands gripping onto Jonathans shoulders as he began to move again. You couldn't say the doctor didn't give you what you wanted. Each thrust was precise, each time almost pulling himself out before pushing back in, each one coming faster than the last.
Your bodies moved against each other at a desperate pace, you felt Jonathan's hands roaming over you, gripping you and pulling you against his own movements, his other arm was by your head, holding him up just enough to be able to kiss and nip along your neck in between his own moans and mumbled curses.
When you felt Jonathans hand find your heat you knew it was over, his fingers stoking against you while his hips continued their assault. Your eyes closed, head tilting back as you felt your orgasm building up.
Jonathan felt you tense around him pulling his own climax closer and closer, his lips still lingering over the skin of your neck. It was an impulse really, he didn't even consider it fully before he sunk both of his fangs into the skin of your neck, you back arching up into him at the feeling, you gasp was cut off suddenly as you clenched around him, moaning his name as your orgasm hit, your grip on him tightening as you pulled him closer. He couldn't have lasted through it if he tried, his warmth spilling into you just as he pulled away from your neck with a low growl.
It took a few moments but you both regained your senses. Jonathan kissed where his teeth had broken the skin but it was already healing over. You placed a lazy kiss against the side of his face before he lifted up enough to look at you properly. "Was that what you were hoping for my love?"
"Pretty much" You both smiled at each other like idiots, the giddiness of what you'd done still tugging at you both. Jonathans eyes flicked up to the covered window in the room. "The suns going down"
"Onto the next round of house visits?"
"Yes I suppose so... though we could make a stop at home first" You arch an eyebrow at your lover, home was in the opposite direction. As if reading your thoughts Jonathan leant back down, letting his lips drag up your neck again until he reached your ear. "I think we should savor the next round"
#jonathan vampyr#jonathan reid x reader#jonathan reid#dr jonathan reid#vampyr 2018#vampyr#vampyr game
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Stardew Rancher AU - Quest: Introductions 2
Meeting BDubs
Bdubs has to be Marnie. There's no other possibilities.
Read below the cut. This takes place immediately after "Getting Started". Don’t hesitate to request things about this au!
>> Part One | Next Part
Once Jimmy is done for the day, he decides to take Grian’s advice on exploring the town. He starts with his own land. He goes south of his house and the small field he made, observing the terrain. There are 3 ponds total, varying in size, and what looks like different kinds of trees. He’s not familiar enough with them to be able to name them. Moving around is a bit of a challenge with all the wood and rocks that are everywhere but clearing them will have to wait another day.
At some point, he sees the fences that border his land and a small opening leading down to a forest. A few steps in, he starts to hear the moos of cows. Following them leads him to a big building which, frankly, is more deserving of the name “ranch” than his own farm. He can see silos on the side and a fenced pasture with several animals. Mostly cows and horses, though.
Jimmy gets close to it and the brown cow who was grazing next to the fence raises her head curiously at him.
“Hi, you,” Jimmy says, offering his hand like you would to a cat.
The cow bumps her head against his palm and he laughs as he starts to pet her.
There’s a sign next to the door. It says “The Stable | open 9 am - 4 pm.” His watch tells him he’s five minutes before opening time.
What? It’s barely nine? he tells himself. It feels like a full day has passed already, with how tired he is. But that’s a given, really, since he’s not used to this type of physical labour.
He decides to wait here. It’s nice. The cow’s fur is soft and warm under his hand and the rising sun is shining upon him. There’s a pleasant breeze, brustling the leaves. Even the scent of animals won’t bother him.
“You know,” he tells the bovine, “I think it’s the first time I’ve ever petted a cow.”
She flics an ear, undisturbed, and pressed subtly against the fence. He wonders what her name is.
A few minutes later, he decides to push the door of the Stable and see what’s inside this house/shop before he loses his nerves. He looks around, feeling like Alice in Wonderland. The building, in hindsight, is incredibly normal. But it’s warm. There are plants around, a homily light reflecting on the half-wood half-wallpaper walls.
Right in front of him, there’s a counter with a cash register – so this is definitely a shop.
“Hello?” he calls out, wondering why no one’s there.
Did he get his time wrong?
“Yes, yes, I’m coming! Etho, what are you doing awake already-”
A short man bursts out behind a curtain separating the main room from probably another part of the house. He’s wearing a green apron and holding a knife in one hand and an onion in the other.
“You’re not Etho.”
Jimmy gets flustered under that blank stare. He clears his throat and gestures awkwardly behind himself. “I’m sorry, the sign on the door said it was open- uh. I’m- I’m Jimmy. I just moved in.”
The man recovers quickly. “Ah, yes Mayor Grian told me you just arrived,” he proclaims, putting the onion and the knife down, reaching out for a handshake.
Jimmy had always thought ‘proclaiming’ was just a word people used in books to avoid using ‘saying’ and that it didn’t really mean something different. But listening to this booming voice, he realises he was wrong.
“I'm BDoubleO!” the man continues, squeezing his hand firmly but not painfully. “ I sell livestock and animal care products at my Stable. You’re free to swing by any time, during opening hours of course.”
“Oh so this is a shop,” Jimmy says a bit stupidly. He doesn’t have anything smart to say, but at least he feels less guilty about barging in.
“Yes. You will need to have proper infrastructure to receive the animals, though. And, from what I’ve seen, you live in a shack.” BDoubleO pauses and eyes Jimmy. “Do you even have a kitchen?”
Jimmy’s first instinct is to open his mouth and defend his lamentable shack’s honour. He’s used to the passive-aggressive attitude of people of the city, of comments that feel like needles trying to tear him apart, so that his natural reaction.
He takes in a breath - forcing himself to take a figurative step back from the defensiveness he feels. BDoubleO’s inquiry seemed genuine. Probably. He hopes.
“I don’t,” Jimmy says because that’s the truth and he raises his chin defiantly, bracing himself for contempt of pity.
Instead, the other man just picks up the items he had set on the counter and asks, “Have you eaten breakfast, then?”
Jimmy blinks. “No?”
He hates how it sounded like a question but he’s just taken aback.
“And you’ve been working on your farm since when?”
“Uh, I woke up at 6?”
“You must be famished. Come on in.”
“What?” Jimmy asks, dumbly. His brain can’t catch on to what’s happening.
BDoubleO goes back towards the room he came out of. As his arm raises the half-curtain, he stops.
“Well, don’t wait there, follow me.”
The imperious tone triggers Jimmy’s automatic obedience, as a result of all his years in the corporate world. He numbly follows the man into a kitchen and sits at the table when he hears the command. He feels a bit out of place, just sitting there, but BDoubleO’s chatter about fresh organic eggs as he makes an omelette with potatoes, ham and onions doesn’t really need his active participation.
“It’s a lot, living here,” he says when he puts a plate down in front of Jimmy, “but you’ll probably do great.”
They start eating. The food is simple but somehow, it tastes better than anything Jimmy has ever eaten. And he doesn’t even like omelette all that much.
“This is good,” he says.
Gosh, can you be any more rude? He chides himself. He just inhaled his plate of food in what feels like one munch.
BDoubleO just beams, though, accepting the lame compliment.
“Thank you! It’s all fresh eggs from my lovelies. Think about it when you wanna extend your farming operation.” He hums pensively then.“But you’re not there yet, are you now? First, you need seeds. You should get to Trader Scar for that. Follow the river to the east until you get to the houses. Then it’s at the north of the town square. You can’t miss the huge name sign. Always had a sense of flare, Scar. He’ll probably give you good deals. The saloon not far from it will provide you with hot meals while you don’t have a kitchen.”
Here it is again. How can people be so generous here when there’s nothing they can get out of it. Jimmy’s been welcomed, fed and advised just like that.
“Thank you.”
Jimmy leaves soon after that, his stomach warm from the food and everything else.
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(in which both Ladybug and Tangerine… propose?)
Of Fruits and Insects (3/?)
featuring: Tangerine, Ladybug, and a very drunk Lemon
wordcount: 552
my other BT fics!
Months pass and both twins forget their deal; Tangerine opting to pretend it never happened in the first place and Lemon quietly confident that with both his brother and Ladybug's luck combined, their paths would end up crossing again.
When they find themselves in Heidelberg drinking to the success of their latest mission, Tangerine's first back since recovering, it's a thought far from their minds.
Until Tangerine returns from the restroom to find Lemon hanging off of Black-Framed Glasses himself, practically roaring in his face.
"— AND HE'S BEING A VERY USELESS TRAIN ABOUT IT ALL."
"Yeah?"
"Fuckin'— Yes, don't interrupt me, and you need to—"
Tangerine steps in, swiftly dragging Lemon off to instead toss him over to the couch they'd been sharing before he left. Talk about useless trains, he's a fucking embarrassing train!
"Sorry about the lightweight, mate…"
"Don't even think about it."
There's a moment of silence, Ladybug staring intently while Tangerine attempts to find literallt anything of interest to look at. Peeling pub wallpaper, wood floorboard sticky with old spilled alcohol, his brother… already asleep.
"Did you give him—"
"Just a pinch of it, thought he needed the rest. He been taking good care of you?" Ladybug asks, gesturing towards the bar. "Didn't think you'd still be able to talk, I'm impressed."
Tangerine shouldn't feel so proud of that, but he holds his head a little higher on the way to a stool.
"It'll take more than one bullet to shut me up for goos. And yeah, he's been a star."
He makes himself comfortable, and Ladybug sets down his card. Must be paying out of guilt, Tangerine decides. It's the only thing that makes sense.
"What are you doing here anyway? Another job?" "Nah, taking a break. Considering dropping it all together, honestly, packing in."
Tangerine bristles. "That's dumb as fuck."
Both he and Ladybug some equally surprised by that kneejerk reaction while their drinks are served.
"I mean," Tangerine restarts, taking a sip to stall. What does he mean? "Think you're just in the wrong… department. Snatch n' grabs are fine, but you'd make the big bucks in assassination, the way things happen around you."
Ladybug doesn't seem entirely convinced, tracing the rim of his glass and seemingly unaware of his companion watching like a hawk.
"I don't want that crap to happen, y'know? But when life gives you tangerines—" "Lemons," the Brit corrects, "You're shit at phrases, mate."
Ladybug shifts, clearing his throat. "Right. Anyway, it is almost a waste for all that to happen over objects. Kind of like… How Jesus died for our sins, so might as well go all out or he died for nothing?"
Tangerine chuckles, properly chuckles, as he glances away in an attempt to hide a smile. "Not religious, but I don't think that's meant to be the take away."
"Mm, fair."
They fall into an easy quiet as they continue to drink, both deep in thought, and both happening to decide to pipe up at the same time.
"Don't suppose you have an extra spot?" "Could always take you under our wing?"
Seems that's decided, they're on the same page about one thing at least. Tangerine raises his glasses, and Ladybug clinks his own against it.
"You're breaking the news to my handler, though." "Slimy bastard, Ladybug."
#my writing#of fruits and insects#bullet train#tangerine#lemon#ladybug#tangbug#partially wrote this in college it was about as chaotic as you're thinking
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Round 1 Blind Date Losers (text) Part 1/2
You know the drill. Info on the first eight under the cut.
1 - Rui Orobashi - Reawakened Child of Orobashi, Wandering Serpentine Demi-God. Once a living sacrifice from one of the power struggles that took place way back then, their barely-living body needed hundreds of years to hibernate beneath a giant tree that their newly awakened divine blood nourished. Once awake, they spent their time wandering and recollecting the memories that scattered away from them. They don’t like interacting with others too much, besides some necessities like food, but to earn their keep, they often set up stalls during town festivals to sell omamori to the tourists. Genshin
2 - Calum Lebedev - Grade 2 Fixer, Slumbering Beast of Saturn Office. His information-gathering abilities are unparalleled-- Rather than being an intimidating beast, the word that must have the most emphasis is “slumber.” He has narcolepsy and is prone to falling asleep easily when relaxed, but unknown to many others, his learning rate is accelerated by many times over and he can remember everything he listens to while asleep. This helps Nova out when it comes to filtering out useful and interesting information! Project Moon
3 - Roland “Rolly” Limington - Prodigy Prosthetics and Robotics Engineer. As one whose arms and legs have all been crushed beyond salvage, they’ve been dissatisfied with the prosthetics that were as static as doll’s limbs, so they’ve made advancements in the industry to solve their own problems. Their legs are very chunky! They got wheels like heelies that can pop out, therefore: Rolly! (currently worldless)
4 - Jane (?) - The Woman in the Yellow Wallpaper, Limbus Company’s Emergency Response Division. Jane is a recovered Distortion with a delicate constitution, one of being made entirely of wallpaper. Based on the character with the same name from the short story, The Yellow Wallpaper, my Jane has been retrieved by LC’s Clearance:Before team. After some rehab, she’s found a second life in being able to have freedom to drive. She drives a taxi that has a dimensional compartment inside the trunk, to retrieve wreckage from crashed vehicles and the people within it! It’s a happy life. Project Moon
5 - Dorian Grey - VISAGE, Vainglorious Silver, Sinner of Limbus Company. A breathtakingly beautiful existence that was once praised to bring people to their knees. I can’t decide on a backstory honestly, but you likely know what novel this guy’s from, right? Project Moon
6 - Riido Stümer - The Gunmetal Magus. The title speaks for itself- a master of firearms, dueling, and enhancing magic, this charismatic magus is excellent at his job and interacting with customers. Unfortunately, I won’t be saying too much more right now! Shadows Before Loathing
7 - Nova Aries, Zora Uketsugu - Operator of Saturn Office. Twin sibling of Stella, their desires closely align with hers as they’ve founded their own Office. Unlike Stella’s Mercury Office which primarily deals in delivery, Saturn is a place that has opened several branches in order to found gentleman’s and entertainment clubs. Both gain information in their own way, and fully exploit their unknowing patrons. All for maman <3 Project Moon
8 - Galahad Lotson - The Quicksilver Knight Captain, Grade 1 Fixer of Mercury Office. A handsome fixer of the Grade 1 Office of Mercury, he is the captain who trains newly hired fixers to use the weapons provided by the office; liquid metal that can shape itself into a few different fixed shapes. Fiercely devoted to Stella, he’s a bit disillusioned towards the ideal of being a knight to her princess due to the storybooks he’s read when younger. It’s a bit foolish of him to hold onto this fantasy in the City, yet his skills show second to none. Project Moon
#Miserie OC Blind Date Tourney#MOBDT Round 1#as always send asks if u wanna know abt anyone in particular#Rui Orobashi#Calum Lebedev#Rolly Limington#Jane (?)#Dorian Grey lcb#riido stumer#nova aries#galahad lotson
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A Bad Plan pt2 (Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader)
❖ PAIRING: eddie munson x wheeler!male reader
❖ SUMMARY: you turned back from the upside down hoping to find something te help the others to save the world, but Vecna got you.
PART 2 HAS BEEN POSTED!
❖ WARNING: blood.
❖ NOTES: the protagonist has a name, yess!! It's Nico, hoping you dont mind :((
❖ PART ONE: H E R E !!
( ˘ ³˘)❤ enjoy !!
【 Once in the car I no longer listened to anything except the rain slowly pouring out on the roof. I often cancel myself in those situations, my mind becomes a completely black and clean board, without a shred of thought.
It was decided that sneaking into the Byers house would be the best idea for the simple reason that my best friend's mom would certainly have what it takes to disinfect that bloodstain without having to go to the hospital and alarm too many people.
It all went by so fast, as if you were observing another person's life from the screen, as if you had left a piece beyond the mirror. As soon as we arrived I was rescued immediately but I answered Joyce's questions flatly and I hoped that such a radical change in my person would not be noticed.
A sense of fear was wandering in my head, I tried to relive those short minutes that I spent on the other side and I constantly asked to myself if it was real what I actually saw, remembering second by second how I was trying to save my life. And to get an idea of what had currently happened, it was easy to remember the instant which I crushed that black bird that came out of the dinosaur encyclopedia between my fingers while it screeched. And then, the recall. I hoped I had dreamed it, it was a distant melody but… what if it appeared there for me? Had I heard right? No because if that thing was there for me guys, it was over huh. I was finished, I didn't hope to survive even two days knowing my skills well.
"Nico? …"
"Will, pass me the roll and I'll finish blindfolding it."
He did exactly as he was told and then quickly figured out what happened. As I said earlier, I did not have the courage to say how things had really gone and I admitted the great bullshit I had laid out without adding any other fundamental detail to say the least.
To tell the truth I recovered pretty quickly, the scratch wasn't as bad as I thought and Will stayed with me most of the time until I was able to fall asleep on the couch. The body collapsed without even worrying that I would soon be restless sleep and… actually, it didn't. Or at least, I got up with a start and sweating, but I didn't remember anything scary I'd ever dreamed of. Indeed, the only frightening thing was the stickiness that my hands had become, still encrusted with the blood of the monster that attacked me. I absolutely had to take a shower. Will was asleep but I knew the house so well by now that it sure didn't bother him if I used the bathroom.
I washed quietly taking care of the wound and tried to uproot that dirty long hair that continued to be a hindrance in my story - soon I would have cut them although I would probably lose my friendship with Munson. I wondered what I was waiting for to do it,
maybe it was a constant unconscious fear of losing him.
I let the water flow along the damaged and flayed skin, it was as if I had run among the brambles, I wondered … I wondered where I really went from to be so battered. The wounds burned a little, but I was able to relax immediately and stop tightening my muscles.
I massaged my neck, shoulders and closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and suspecting that the atmosphere had changed. Incredibly, I finished taking a shower and remained impassive in front of the transformation of the place which from clean became an abandoned den. Better to say perhaps that I found myself on the other side, because the color of the wallpaper was unmistakable. I knew perfectly well what was happening.
"Fuck… are you serious? Couldn't you have waited for me to change?"
I whispered, knowing it was actually all in my head. Maybe it was better not to raise the voice too much, I didn't want others to wake up. I didn't want to create any more problems, of course. But the room had been replaced by another and in the mirror reflection of the sink presented the terrifying sight of Chrissy decomposed trying to get out of the curtains, covered and chained by roots. They got you, baby. It's not your fault, I'm so sorry.
Now you will ask me if I was frightened, if I was not disturbed by the sight of the swollen and almost melted body in the rubble of that bathroom. Yes, I could even breathe the taste of that terrible smell. My eyes burned from the intensity of that result but I walked towards the door as if nothing had happened, reminding me that I was still present at the Byers home. My clothes weren't where I left them, though. Defeated, I sat in what must have been my best friend's chest and waited with my eyes closed for that moment to pass, hoping that no one would find me in that pitiful state.
I noticed only after the clock at the end of the corridor watching me, waiting for its prey to be discouraged enough to let myself be caught. He rang a second and the next, by a miracle, I came out free.
I… I did not pay attention to what it could really mean, that hallucination was as sudden as the return to Earth. I thought my time had come, maybe it was too soon, maybe… maybe I was paranoid,
at the time I did not understand that Vecna was spying on me thus creating a time gap and to be clearer, he was even unaware of what happened when he wanted to observe me.
For a few minutes I stood there, admitting to myself how relieved I was to have returned to them and struggled to get up.
But I forced myself to get dressed quickly, reach out to the others for fear that it could happen again at a time when I was completely alone.
Going down the stairs, I noticed the figure of Will wandering silently around the room and he had probably even called me a couple of times, I had heard a faint whisper from the other side.
"I took a shower, I'm here now."
"Did… did something happen?"
"Mhw… no, why?"
"Your hands are shaking."
He seemed more restless than me, but I actually had to restrain that unconditional movement and hid my fingers under my armpits before sitting next to him. I denied, with the confession between my lips that was trying to escape. With him I could talk about everything,
I could tell him anything or not, he would have understood it anyway. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes for a long moment remembering where I was. In these moments you feel the need to feel real, to see and touch as much as possible to keep yourself at all costs clinging to the only certainty.
"I took your clothes."
"I see, they look a bit big for you though."
"I was taller than you a few years ago."
I smiled and he pushed me away laughing, but only for a moment before recovering.
"Yes, I remember that. Also, when we were playing at the chasing game, you were the first to find me in the woods… you have always been so smart, I had no respite!! There was no possibility of hiding. "
Nancy and Jonathan were in the kitchen, what did they prepare at that late hour? Frozen pizza? Robin, on the other hand, slept peacefully on the sofa in front of us and I wondered if Mom had come home. What time was it? Two in the morning? I thought back to how I'd left Eddie in his van, but I was comfortable knowing he was in Harrington's company.
"Smart? Nah… "
I made a face, I played with my own fingers and the elastic on my wrist. Will's closeness calmed me, he always had this tone so sweet and understanding that it made me clear in my head. I couldn't ask for a better friend in my childhood, although I suspect that I was never that much to him.
“I don't think so, it was... intuition I guess. I was never brilliant, not even when I was playing D&D, you know? And now… and now he's got me. "
Silence, only the ticking of the broken kitchen sink. Nancy laughed trying not to make too much noise, I was glad she was reconnecting with Johnny, they deserve it. Looking up at the half-open door of the kitchen - at the moment it illuminated the rest of the corridor and so, a slice of light even reached the room - I felt the eyes of my best friend settle on my face. I returned the look, he had his lips parted before waking up and bringing his feet back to the ground.
"S-sorry … I didn't get it right."
"I have it, Will."
For a moment my voice breaks and I end up staring at the ceiling, defeated after just realizing what I said. I swallow and cross the fear in his eyes again.
"No."
A heavy gasp comes out of his throat, perhaps a moan as well. He rests his back on the pillow behind him, keep looking for the joke in my eyes but I don't say anything for a while.
"Do the others know?"
"In reality…"
"When are you going to tell him?"
"…I don't think I'll tell anyone." 】
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i spilled coffee on my brand new sheets
I'm actually averaging about 3 cups of coffee a day and I can bet you my insides are slowly beginning to wish I would drop dead instead of having them run off of nothing at all. However, I am awake, I am present, and I'm slowly starting to drive myself crazy.
No, seriously. I'm about to start peeling away at the fucking wallpaper looking for someone inside it if I have to listen to my inner monologue for a second more. Maybe then I can hold that person as my conversational hostage. I wonder what they think of post-grunge?
I feel like I'm regressing more and more each day. That's what happens when you long for the days that have already passed. I'm bad with that, nostalgia makes me cry- but then again what doesn't? I've always been a crybaby. I hope this fact makes me seem more human.
I think it's actually mature to admit that you're degenerating, which gives me the upper hand in recovering from this self-inflicted turmoil. Sure I can't cope with much anymore, but I never claimed that I could.
Trying to get better is a slippery slope, you think that all is well and you're finally getting it, and then some kind of bullshit mood or feeling comes out of nowhere and now you have to spend the next 12 hours in bed to recover from this weird thought you had, and you're set back like a week on all of this 'progress' you made. So embarrassing, still it's a little funny.
As I get older, I've become less obsessed with being palatable for most people. Please, can I interest you in a conversation about why I think the United States Military budget is TOO big? In doing so, I have found a truer version of myself, one that I like more. So being honest about my life to strangers doesn't phase me anymore. I can admit that I'm going crazy and that I'm still having a hard time coping with death, and yeah I've fucking cried to Semi-Charmed Life more than once because someone feeling less alone is more important than any judgment that could ever be passed upon me.
"Unhappiness. There are all kinds of unhappy people in the world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say that the world is composed of entirely unhappy people. But those people can fight their unhappiness with society fairly and squarely, and society for its part easily understands and sympathizes with such struggles. My unhappiness stemmed entirely from my own vices, and I had no way of fighting with anybody"- Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
I totally get it Dazai, I'd be happier if I had a physical opponent too. Instead we're held down by concepts that can't be seen, touched, or even backhanded. We make choices, we suffer from them sometimes, "buy the ticket take the ride", (that's another quote by an author that killed himself) but all in all a good honesty we'll never be able to truly win against those things unless we accept them as part of ourselves.
I think that's why I talk so damn much.
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progress report 8/13
i am mentally recovering some spoons from that last crunchy push but I’m feeling a lot better now that I’ve caught up on some sleep and had some free time to just kinda chill. (and play some yakuza kiwami)
I had some desperately neglected “housekeeping” that needed to be seen to and now that Amir’s done looming over me I was finally able to take care of it- mostly my desktop looked like a warhead went off so I cleaned and organized all my files, wips, and docs, plus cleaned up three google drive accounts, and began the long and arduous process of migrating my tcm and oc art archive to onedrive from google keep.
I like to make new wallpapers every quarter for my three displays, its goofy but i like when everything matches so I was able to do that for funsies this week too.
the website!! I haven’t published the changes yet but updating the TCM website has been on my to do list for ages. I updated the masthead to show a looping mp4 of the logo.
which by the way, I had zirodesign deal with the animations on all three logo variants and they did an awesome job for a great price and saved me a lot of time. If you need anims done for youtube intros or stuff like that I definitely recommend.
I also updated Amir’s old face to his sexy new one on some outdated graphics and I’m beginning my phase out of the eclairages font.
I also linked the TCM Character Guide because I feel like its a great little tool to check out the roster, especially for new people just jumping on board.
I also updated the itch.io page with new graphics to indicate Amir’s release status to patrons and uploaded his profile card to hopefully entice some people to check him out.
Sometime this week i need to clone and rename the git repository for amir’s chapter so that i can begin scraping content off the base structure to use as Akello’s framework
Though I do have some structural changes I want to make with akello- namely layered displayables/sprites instead of making a million separate images oops.
Another note from Renpy is that while the Renpy 8.0 update no longer supports web builds, I found a reddit thread that walks you through the process manually and noticed there’s a way to turn of progressive loading in browser which is what causes those heavily pixelated images when you first load the game sometime. When I start implementing patron feedback (probably this week) i’m going to play around with it.
BUT the other good news is that Amir was built in Renpy 7.5 and i’m seeing a LOT more browser play stability and WAY less memory exception errors so fingers crossed but I think browser player may finally have a semi-stable release.
ALL that said, Amir is out to Galleria and Uptown patrons, he’ll be releasing on Monday to Lower East peeps and then Monday the 22nd to the Pitrats crew.
I am still shaking down patrons for feedback so be aware that I do desperately want to hear what you thought about his chapter, it will help me refine not only amir but the rest of the characters and the game as a whole.
Also i’m trying to think of some fun ideas for TCM’s one year anniversary, coming up at the end of next month. Give me ideas if you’ve got them, but at the very minimum I’ll post a bunch of OC ask memes or shipping memes and just marathon answer some character questions!
I’d like to do mini donation drives once a quarter so be on the lookout for an announcement about my next one coming up soonish. Not sure what cause I’ll be working for but I’ll keep yall in the loop.
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My ADHD of the ice storm:
1. Brought a 2 lb tub of plum jam to work instead of my plastic container of ramen that was on a different shelf.
2. Lost my glasses several times because my new glasses are dark and the same color of everything in my dark house.
3. Forgot to buy coffee before the ice storm so I drank tea for 5 days. It wasn't that bad.
4. Hyper focused on several things like the idiocy of states trying to see from the United States, buying seeds, picking wallpaper, and figuring out where my tiny dividends were going from my tiny stock which turned out to be a tiny deposit of $15 every 3 months.
5. Got mad about the Burger King worker who was GoFunded 450,000 for working 27 years without being absent. That's so much! They needed it no doubt, but it's just frustrating because someone who does so much like I do doesn't get anything when I ask the universe.
6. Had several flashbacks to really bad times when things were just awful in my life and I was living at the minimum capacity in the worst jobs because I was clinically depressed.
7. Found out by Mom trying to impress her nearly ex-husband, got hypothermia, and was taken to the hospital and while there they found a nodule on her thyroid which they biopsied and she didn't tell us anything till 2 days after.
8. Fell under a dark cloud. I just felt like there was nothing I was ever going to be able to too show her that I am awesome and apologies - I'm sorry I am more intelligent than she is and I am more successful. And just because I have PCOS and an ex-husband does not mean everything else great in my life means nothing. And overall not be offended that she refuses to come and stay with me to help me while I get ready to move or commit to moving with me.
9. I am also sad it's taking so long for everyone to recover from the pandemic and get out of survival mode. It seems like it's totally affecting people's ability to love and be generous in the gifts that they are giving stewardship over. I don't know how to awaken the joy and people again, except maybe with fun?
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Thank You for Your Support in 2023~!!
Another year has come to an end!! To everyone who has supported me in 2023, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart💜
Looooong letter under the cut!
In preparation for writing this, I looked back at the letters I wrote last year, both the one I wrote for myself and the one that I shared here. In a way there isn't too much that's changed. The negative points were almost astoundingly similar. At this point 2023 feels like a repeat of 2022, just in a slightly different font.
I was still able to achieve a few things however! Things like finally releasing shortform content, a slightly impromptu collab, releasing my first wallpaper, and making smaller improvements to the stream and community!! I've also been able to make a lot of great friends this year, and I hope to get to know them all more in the months to come💜
On a personal note, I finally took some time out from my irl responsibilities to recover from the burnout that had been bearing down on me for a long while. After a month's rest, I think I've realized this will be a longer journey than I thought. There are a lot of things I have yet to learn about taking care of myself and my mental health, and I intend to spend the next year really focusing on how to build better systems for the long-term.
Because of the above, there are many things I didn't get to do in 2023. I have a lot of ideas rattling around in my little brain!! (Sometimes to the point it's hard to sleep for thinking too much.) I'm excited to take those unfinished projects into 2024 and hope to make them a reality. Even if they end up being one off projects, I want to try new things in the coming year and share them with you all!
Maybe this isn't something to share on a post like this, but since writing my letter last year, I've been considering how long I'll be able to continue this for. Most likely, I'll graduate after my 5th year anniversary (September 2025). I think 5 years is a significant amount of time to put into something, and being the type of person that I am who wants to try different things, it will be time to move on to something else.
Of course, I'm not heavily enforcing this, life can be unpredictable and that day could come up sooner (or later even). But, for now this is my plan. I've debated voicing this out loud especially with how far away it is, but I realized I would feel bad if I had just been sitting on this information for 3 years and didn't tell anyone.
I want everyone to know that the reason I'm setting this timeline isn't because I'm not enjoying being a vtuber. I really do enjoy everything from chill streams, to random ppts, to just hanging out in discord. But I also know that the phrase "all good things come to an end" ultimately rings true, and I want that to happen on my own terms as much as possible.
Anyway, that date is still a verrrrrry long way away!! And if I'm being honest, I want a lot of people to come celebrate (and cry) when I graduate, so until then I need to work very hard to reel in as many folks as possible hehe. If you're reading this right now, please help me make that happen, okay?!!
Now I feel like I've gone told you all my secrets again. Thank you so so much for putting up with me over the past year and all the time before that as well!
Let's do our best together in 2024💜
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