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stylespresleyhearted · 2 months

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POV: YOU’RE DATING CALLUM TURNER

or the one where i pretend i am Callum’s girlfriend (and also tagging @precious-little-scoundrel on this bc I GOTTA)

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tmznews Callum Turner spotted with a mystery girl! Is the new heartthrob off the market? Link in bio for everything TMZ has on his new gal.

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user23 the invasion of privacy … yikes

user12 What does it say about me if I read the article because tbh I’m curious

fan12 don’t do it, lets respect their privacy

callumupdates Don’t give TMZ any clicks. Look at the horrible quality of the photos, they obviously weren’t supposed to obtain these. Callum will share when he is ready.

yourfriendsig At least she’s pretty 😍

yourinstagram stopppp haha

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yourinstagram soft launching my man bc he’s hot and i love him ❣️ (oh yeah and tmz exposed us)

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fan12 GIRL THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH NOTHING SOFT ABOUT IT!!!!

user41 crrrryingggg omg iconic

user23 lol attention seeker

yourfriendsig It took me three years to be IG official with you, why does he get special treatment 😒

yourusername take a guess 😉

keoghan92 @tmznews you suck

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deuxmoi Spotted: Callum Turner and his girlfriend at a pub in downtown London. Looks like no more hiding for this couple. Sources tell me they’re in love and don’t care who knows it.

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fan12 wahhh they’re so cute

user23 i’m so jealous but i also ship it so hard

fan41 my friend saw them making out at a diner last week lmao she said they were eating each other not the food

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yourinstagram so proud and moved to tears ♥️ the entire cast and crew did a great job honoring these brave men

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fan12 we love a supportive gf

fan41 what a great picture fr

user23 I met y/n at the event tonight and she was the sweetest, most HILARIOUS person its easy to see why Callum is in love with her ❤️

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anthonyboyle One Direction

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user97 OMGGG they’re so hot wtf

yourinstagram more like Wrong Direction

keoghan92 you think you’re funny huh

yourinstagram Callum finds me funny 🥲

rafflaw he’s biased he’s in love with u

fan91 cryingg she’s a part of the mota fam 💍🥹

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yourinstagram hi movie star ♥️ i love you - your biggest fan

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rafflaw 💍💍💍👀

yourfriendsig @rafflaw LMAO DONT START THE RUMORS

appletv Mr & Mrs Egan spin off?

keoghan92 sappy

yourinstagram @sabrinacarpenter

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yourfriendsig good times

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user91 … the hand on her ass … making out … CALLUM TURNER I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

yourinstagram why would you post this when you know im missing him 🥺

yourinstagram brb omw to ft him

fan23 i love the way y/n loves him she isn’t afraid to be a normal girlfriend

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yourinstagram social media making fun of me for this but if he was your man you’d get it 😌 i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ♥️♥️

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fan12 if i didn’t see my bf for a week i’d react the same way people need to mind their business

yourinstagram it was only three days but yes your point still stands 😆

yourfriendsig y/n you’re an icon

fan92 i love them so fucking much pls adopt me

yourinstagram okay! ♥️

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yourinstagram someone tell y/n not to leave her phone unlocked 🤣🤣🥳 - anthony & barry here!

edit: got my phone back. can’t bring myself to delete my boyfriend looks so cute. i guess barry and anthony look okay.

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fan23 LMAO PLS HOW DID THEY STEAL HER PHONE !!!😂😂CALLUM TAKE IT BACK!

yourinstagram he was supposed to hold it for me it didn’t fit in my clutch and he sided w the enemies 🥺

anthonyboyle New profile picture?

yourinstagram i’ll kill you

yourinstagram also i think it’s important for everyone to know @keoghan92 stuck his hand down my boyfriends pants pocket to get my phone

keoghan92 and i liked it

anthonyboyle 😂😂😂

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Ahhhhhh making this was so much fun!!! Y/N is a bit shameless in her adoration for her man but that’s the point!!! I’d be the same if he was mine (I mean look at Vanessa Kirby and Dua Lipa lmao)

Marina this is for us because this man deserves our love we’d make him so happy 🙌🏼

It was supposed to be silly and funny so don’t give me shit obviously celeb relationships would be a lot more private. And for bonus fun check this out ⬇️

#callum turner #callum turner fanfic #callum turner x reader #callum turner ig edit #made by me*#part 2 anyone??? i got more pics #mota fanfic #i purposelly included butt pics bc i love butts btw #and it would be for cal to grab onto

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probablylia0 · 11 months

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Pumpkin duo Pet names?

Quackity😨

((This might suck im not very into quackity lol))

He’d probably call you many things in like spanish n shit.

Like ex: Amor, princesa/príncipe, mama, mami/papa/papi

But maybe like english wise he’d be like probably call you like babe or baby.

His viewers would probably catch wind of this shit cause you’d probably walk in during a stream to give him water or food or sum other shit and he’d be like “Thank you Amor,” while giving you a slight peck on the forehead or just blowing a kiss at you.

Imagine..? ⬇️😨

Quackity had been streaming for a while now and you start kinda over thinking about him. A shit ton of questions run through your mind such as, “Is he hydrated” or “what if he’s hungry…”, “when did he last eat..? “So you decided to be a good person and make him ramen or something. You’d finish the ramen and get a glass of water then head up to his room. After many failed attempts at getting the door open with your hands full, you finally open it and it seems he didn’t notice you walked in. He jumped a little when you placed food on his desk but then asked “For me?” You smiled and nodded and he smiled warmly back. He stood up and hugged you “Thank you amor.” And followed it up with a kiss on the forehead. Suddenly the next day you and quackity’s ship name was trending on twitter… 👀

Jschlatt 😉

Oml this man😩🙏

Nicknames are a mess for this man.

It’s either “aww c:” or “what the hell-“

Like its either Sugar, honey, baby, Angel, babe, dear, pumpkin, beautiful/handsome.

Broad, bitch , maybe whore😨

Like you’d be like checkin up on him cause you heard a crash in his office, (probably throwing a fit over a wii game😭) and he’d be like “Don’t worry pumpkin, im fine.”

Or you’d be on his stream or something as a special guest to play mario cart and you’d be in the back distracted by something before the game starts and he’d say “Get over here broad, the games about to start.”

If you beat him he’d quietly say into the mic “Fuckin bitch..” and when he wins he’ll stand up and yell “HAHA SUCK MY COCK YOU FUCKIN WHOR-”

Imagine??⬇️⬇️

Schlatt had asked you if you wanted to be a special guest on his stream, of course you agreed knowing he’d convince you anyway. Turns out it was a mario kart stream. (Yippee🥳) As soon as the stream started you’d talk for a while and you be in the back drawing messing with his shit while he sets up the game. He’d begin the match and notice your in the back and he yells “GET OVER HERE YOU BROAD IT’S ABOUT TO START.” You scoffed and said, “Alright you big baby im coming.” He was baby raging most of the race and you were just chilling there. When you beat him you threw your arms up and yelled “YAYY I WONN!!” And he’d throw something behind you guys, making you gasp. He starts rubbing his forehead and mutters under his breath, “ Fuckin bitch..” you’d probably smile and giggle knowing he’s joking but if you show any signs that your upset he’d wrap his arms around you and whisper “Im sorry pumpkin, i didnt mean to make you upset.” You’d hopefully hug him back and forgive him. This started trending on Twitter and saying that people loved it would be an understatement.

Other info!!⬇️⬇️

This is my first serious post on tumblr so i apologize if it isn’t good. I hope to post more though! Maybe some nsfw?? 😨

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt x reader #quackity #quackity x reader #pet names #pumpkinduo

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ahomeforwisters · 5 months

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ava gift exchange 2023! 🎄🥳

it's here! happy holidays, lulw (@tdlad), hope you're having a good one! this isn't a piece of visual art since i don’t have the tools to create one, so you get a dr. seuss-inspired fic + a part of a fic i might finish later!

due to irl events, i had to rush these a bit, but i hope you enjoy it either way :) have a wonderful winter (or summer, depending on where you are) week, and happy (early) new year! *gives gingerbread cookie*

(prompt: i tried to combine elements from all three, but i focused on “the dark lord with red coat (that tdl in my posts)” specifically—your art is just gorgeous, btw!)

word count: ~1400 for the first one/the dr. suess-y one, ~1320 (and counting?) for the second one/the unfinished one

(and special thanks to @avagiftexchange for hosting this!)

Fic 1: How the Grinch Dark Lord Stole Christmas (or: dark's christmas cake romp)

Every stick in Stick City, near the end of the year, Every stick in Stick City brimmed with holiday cheer…

But! The Dark Lord, who’s not far from here, Who lived in the wintry woods quite near— The Dark Lord held Christmas even more dear!

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The Dark Lord loved Christmas, this is no bluff, And you’d best believe it, he just can’t get enough! Was it because he enjoyed the sound of children laughing clear, Or did he simply have a particular liking for reindeer? Well I’ll tell you his secret, his reason for this: He really, really liked log cakes, they fill him with bliss.

“Christmas awaits, on the very next day, Christmas really is just a day away!”

But, From his perch in the woods, Watching the stars from where he stood, With hungry eyes and vibrant ardor, With the growing desire for Christmas he harbors, (and a craving for frosting he just can’t ignore), The Dark Lord knew: he needed more!

He needed more of all that Christmas had in store! And he will get more, he swore, He’ll claim even more of Christmas, ‘twas his right as a Lord!

But—how? Christmas is already drawing so near, Soon enough, Christmas will practically already be here! He needed more time, and he needed… a plan! A plan to put Christmas in the palm of his hand.

So The Dark Lord schemed, And he schemed, and he schemed, And he conjured a scheme, A terrible scheme!

“A-ha! I’ve got a brilliant idea!”

Dark cackled, a sound from deep in his throat, As he pulled from his closet his most dapper red coat. “They’ll never see me coming, even from the skies, “So long as I craft myself a most clever disguise!”

So he lined his coat with cotton, like Santa’s coat proper, Just as into the room, his friend Chosen entered— “Look, dearest Chosen, I’ve come up with a plan, “A plan to seize Christmas in the palm of my hand!”

Dear Chosen deadpanned, “Why are you talking like that,” And right after, he inquired, what about your silly Santa’s hat?

“No I didn’t—”

“Right here! I believe my night cap is sufficient,” Dark proclaimed, wearing the hat over his ears. “Now I only need a reindeer…”

But around this area, their part of the woods here, This much Dark knew: you wouldn’t find any deer! But was Dark deterred…? No! He said, “If I can’t find a deer, I’ll just make one instead!”

“...What do you think you’re doing with that big red nose.”

…And Dark ended up sticking the nose and antlers on his one last Virabot instead!

And so, with his little red cap on his hollow red head, And his feet firmly planted in his makeshift sled— He took with him a burlap sack, Which he then hoisted upon his back— He yelled, “Onward!” just before he took flight, Off to steal Christmas, he disappeared into the night!

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Back on the ground, Chosen gazed down at the cardboard box—sorry, at the sled—Dark left behind. He stared at the confused Virabot, wearing an antler headband and sporting a red clown nose glued to its face, and sighed. “This is so stupid…”

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A jaunty holiday tune played from an open Chrome window, But not a sound could be heard coming from inside their homes. He was here at last, and at the perfect time, too— They must all be in their beds, dreaming away without a clue! “Now to enact my plan…”

So he climbed down the chimney, one crafted from brick, It wasn’t too tight a fit, for he was literally a stick. Though he did get stuck once, or twice, maybe thrice— And he cursed his head, loudly, for it was massive in size. “Ow—seriously, who makes chimneys this small—”

“Second, is that you?”

Just as Dark managed to extricate himself, finally, Free from the clutches of that dastardly chimney— He came face-to-face with his first obstacle: Little Cindy-Blue Who, carrying fruits in a bowl.

“Wha… Little Cindy-Blue who?”

That’s right! Little Cindy-Blue Who, probably much older than two, Who… was actually awake at this time? But it’s two (a.m.)!

“Oh, no, we don’t actually sleep. Like at all. Except Second, sometimes, but he’s off doing his own thing right now. But uhh, anyways, hi, Dark Lord! What—what’s up? And why are you dressed like…”

And oh, there was a cautious glint in his eyes— He was nervous! But there was no need for such fright, Not if Dark wanted his plan to go without a hitch. So Dark would assure him, and explain his impromptu visit:

“You see, sweet youth—you see, the job of Santy, “Is to stock up your stockings, and fill them aplenty! “So that’s what I’m here for—but not you, my dear, “For this gift’s a surprise, so I can’t have you near.”

And the lie rolled cleanly off The Dark Lord’s tongue, For he was clever, and sure to fool the young. And surely enough, Cindy-Blue Who was nodding, Raring and ready to hurry back to bed a-plodding. You’re right, Santa Dark, he joyfully exclaimed, I’ll head right back to bed now! With a turn and a wave.

“What? But I didn’t say anythi—”

And so, with his burlap sack swinging, And with Cindy-Blue assuaged, standing there beaming— “Hey, don’t—get back here…!” The Dark Lord marched onward, his first obstacle cleared!

…only to find four more, all waiting at the door!

(…crap)

Ahem—what a surprise! The Dark Lord gasped, He can’t believe his eyes, ‘twas something he almost couldn’t grasp— What a sight, that they’d all come to greet him so, How happy they must be, to all rush out and greet him so!

“Hey uhh… what’s he saying?”

‘What’s he saying?’ They’re asking what game he’s playing! They ask why he’s here, and on what he was preying. But! faced with a barrier of four— Now five, as Cindy-Blue Who, panting, adds one more… They all block his path to the far kitchen door, But has this ever stopped The Dark Lord before? No!

“Hey wait, where are you going?” Cindy-Blue called when Dark showed no signs of slowing.

“Why’d you come here all of a sudden?” Said the yellow, placing a hand on his chin.

“The Cindy-blue-what now?” Slowly asked the red fellow.

“And what’s with the getup?” Queried Green, looking him from the toes up.

“Oh, Chosen told me he and Dark recently discovered these popular picture books. And ever since then, Dark’s been narrating everything he does in rhyme.”

“Ah, is that why he’s talking like that?” Yellow asked, eyeing his little Santa’s hat.

“That’s actually kind of impressive,” Remarked Green, who’s usually quite quick to forgive.

“Ooh, try rhyming something with orange!” Red said as Cindy-Blue stood next to Orange.

“Please stop calling me that, I don’t even know what it means,” Groaned Cindy-Blue Who, beside a laughing Green.

“Hey guys, Chosen texted me again just now—apparently Dark is here trying to ‘steal Christmas’ from us—which really just means he wants our log cakes.”

(goddammit Chosen you traitor)

“Wait, that’s it? That’s what that devious plan he was cackling about is?”

“I mean, Blue could always just make another cake. You could’ve just asked if you wanted one.”

“Yeah, and you’re… kind of really bad at sneaking? We could hear you narrating really loudly as soon as you got here.”

“And cursing out Orange’s chimney, too. Geez, that was vulgar…”

“Well,” with a flourish, the orange stick gestures, Towards the kitchen, where Dark had been hoping to plunder. “We’ve got some cake, if you want it. Next time just let us know you’re coming before you tear a portal through our wifi. And maybe keep your visits during the daytime, or at least don’t come crawling down my chimney past midnight…”

What was this? Could it be—no, it simply couldn’t be… But it was! “They’ll stand here and hand Christmas—to me?” For ‘twas the season of giving, of gifts freely given, Of gingerbread, batter, and cakes in the kitchen.

And there Dark stood and pondered, and pondered, and pondered, ‘Til a bright thought struck him! One that filled him with wonder: Could it be, then, that Christmas was not for the taking, But for shared cheer and laughs and all that in the making?

“Oh, for Adobe’s—just sit down and have some log cake.” And, well— ‘Twas simply an offer Dark cannot forsake.

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Fic 2: i don't actually have a name for it yet, but i think i'll call it thaw for now

Christmas. ‘Twas a time of joyous laughter and warm embraces, of fireside affections and wintry escapades. ‘Twas the season of giving, be it presents or sweets or even the simplest of smiles—‘twas a time when even the little things, when given to another, are made infinitely precious.

Christmas. ‘Twas an absolutely perplexing holiday, for a stick such as The Dark Lord—and ‘twas a completely pointless one, too, as far as Dark was concerned.

Yet, when a pair of glittery red envelopes arrived at the doorstep of his and Chosen’s cabin in the woods—and when he opened one of them up to find an invitation inside, filigreed in gold and writ upon with a blue gel pen (in rather shaky handwriting, he noticed)—he didn’t immediately turn it to ash. He regarded it for longer than he normally would’ve, longer than he should’ve, turning it this way and that under the light—‘You’re invited!’, it winked up at him. If he didn’t know better just how sappy the animator’s favorite and his friends can be, he would’ve thought this was some kind of taunt.

(“You’re invited!”? who in their right minds would want to invite The Dark Lord, the outernet’s worst cyber-criminal, to something as mundane—as warm alien pointless—as a holiday gathering?)

While he was still winning gots nose at the gaudy invitation, the only other stick around for miles appeared in his periphery—Chosen picked up an envelope, too, when he saw what Dark was studying at the doorway. Dark almost hadn’t noticed when his fr… when his roommate had snuck up behind him, his pronounced footfalls doing little to breach the chasm between them; it was all he could do to stop himself from launching a fireball at Chosen as soon as the latter reached past him (he hadn’t forgotten how well that’d gone for him the last time…)

Clumsily, fumbling with it once or twice, Chosen peeled at the envelope. His invitation was inked in orange instead of blue, littered with tiny scribbled drawings, and written in much neater script, too. Dark couldn’t catch the rest; Chosen always stood with his feet angled toward him these days, so his invitation turned away from view. That, and he’d moved a few paces away from the doorway—and Dark wasn’t interested anyway, he wasn’t. Pointless, he told himself again, it was such a pointless gesture. It was something he didn’t need—The Dark Lord had better things to do, had more important things to do, than to entertain something as small and banal as a Christmas party—it was a pointless affair, that was all it was.

(and yet.)

And yet. Dark wouldn’t be able to say what possessed him to do it; if it was sheer curiosity, a part of him balking at his own degrading wonder—or if it was when Chosen’s fingers tightened their hold on his invitation, carving minute creases into the paper,

and when the other stick’s eyes crinkled, just barely, in tender longing silent laughter only Dark would recognize—when those eyes finally met his, carrying a question and a spark Dark hadn’t seen in so long—he couldn’t find it within him to say no.

(it was Chosen’s idea, he would say later—it was all his roommate’s fault, the first and last person to extend their hand to him, that he was crashing their little party. he hadn’t wanted this, hadn’t needed it—he didn’t need this, he didn’t.)

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If he was being honest—Dark really didn’t have anything better to do than to attend the party.

Ever since he was blasted to kingdom come by the animator’s favorite, ever since a battered Chosen had found him at the foot of a volcano and hauled his near-corpse all the way back to their cabin—in the months since, he’d seldom left their secluded area in the woods to do anything more than take a short walk. His shoulder still smarted from the hole that’d been blown through it, his skin etched with throbbing green scars all over—he couldn’t travel far beyond the bounds of the woods without wilting, robbed of breath. Needless to say, his heydays of ash and destruction were far behind him.

(and even if all his progress hadn’t been deleted, rendered void when Chosen destroyed the rest of his virabots following the “incident”—these days, looking at the place where he’d once stood tapping away at his computer, believing himself the inheritor of a grander purpose than the one dealt to him by the animator—it left an sour taste in his mouth.)

In his current condition, even petty theft seemed beyond his capabilities. Which was going to be a problem, he realized, when he turned to the back of the invitation and saw the damning first rule of the party written in a bold green: “Come in a costume! No costume, NO ENTRY.”

Well, in the state he was in, he wasn’t going to be pulling any heists anytime soon, not even on cheap outfitters—and he doubted any store would simply let a notorious cyber-criminal waltz into their establishment, even just to look around. That left him with only two options: either go through his own closets, or brave Chosen’s minefield of a room to rifle through his. It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

With practiced ease (and only slightly impeded by his still-healing injuries), Dark picked his way past piles of lightly-charred sweaters, discarded bandages, random knick knacks collecting dust over the years, a self-sustaining tornado of trash—all the way across his roommate’s bedroom to reach the far end where the closets were. While Dark considered his fashion sense to be impeccable, none of his clothes really screamed “festive.” It was all something along the lines of “looks like he could kill you” or “warning: would actually kill you.” Chosen’s taste in clothes, on the other hand, was more… eclectic. There was more variety; he’d probably have a better chance finding something acceptable to wear here than in his own wardrobe.

Dark threw open the leftmost closet, a mahogany behemoth with the price sticker still slapped on the left door, and oh, that was—what even was that? No, those pants were too long, and the pair beside them the wrong shade of green—and oh, that’s garish, why did he even think to nab this? What is this even supposed to be, a mop? Or some kind of shawl? That color is way too bright to ever belong on a shirt, that shirt is a visual safety hazard. And what—why aren’t these socks the same, where’s the other one in the pair? None of these socks are the same—is that a pair of googly eyes—

Dark shut the closet door. He should’ve expected this, really; he’d witnessed the affront to fashion that was Chosen’s wardrobe thousands of times before, whenever they had to disguise themselves to go into the city. The two other closets wouldn’t be much better, he knew, but just as he was turning to head back toward the door—had that box always been there?

Tucked away into the corner of the room was a small cardboard box, a little tattered and stained in several spots from years of disuse but otherwise appearing untouched by the surrounding mess. As an expert at navigating Chosen’s room, Dark knew for certain it hadn’t been there the last time he was here (just over three months ago. he’d been scrounging for one of the aprons he’d left in Chosen’s room; it feels like it’s been forever since then.)

It took only a short hop for Dark to reach it. The next second, he was kneeling down in front of it, carefully lifting the top flaps—and sure, maybe a part of him was prodding at him, telling him whatever was in there was probably stashed away in the corner for a reason, reminding him that things are different now, the space between you and him, it’s different now—but that hadn’t ever stopped Dark before

(aaand that's all i have for this second one for now. i'll probs post the rest on ao3 or something if i finish this, but i'll def let you know!)

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but yeah, anywho, that's all—have a wonderful holiday season! :)

#ava gift exchange #ava gift exchange 2023 #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava tco #ava tdl #avm tsc #avm green #avm blue #avm red #avm yellow #for the first fic i just wanted to write dark being a goof #while the second was more character-studyish #anywho #it's here! gift exchange! :D

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pinchofhoney · 1 year

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Hi!! How are you doing? I wanted to send in a request for your celebration, please!! But first, congratulations for this milestone!! Ot's amazing!! 🥳 I would like to make a fluffy request for Ben Barnes with prompt n°2 in the fluff list (the one with the playlist). I don't have a plot or anything of the kind, but as we know how important music is for Ben, and that he often makes playlists (for his roles for example), I thought it would suit him. I hope you feel inspired by this idea. I hope you have a nice day, and congratulations again!!! 💕

if only my heart had a voice # 200 follower special event

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fluff prompt two: “make me a playlist sometime, will you?”

credits to ben barnes and his 2021 instagram story

ben barnes x reader

word count: 1.5k

warning: none, just another fluff, no use of y/n

summary: Music has the power to tap into our memories and stir up deep-seated emotions. And the beauty of it is that each time we hear a song, it can bring back those same memories and feelings as vividly as the first time we experienced them.

a/n: hello<33 i'm great, thank you! i hope you're doing great too and the upcoming weekend will be the good one!! thank you for your request, i hope you will be satisfied enough with what i have prepared and that the level of sweetness is just right for a fluff queen<3 and if not, i hope the video i found will melt your heart so much that what i wrote will no longer matter

pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for

taglist: @wolfmoonmusic @myladydarkling @alexxavicry

The chilly evening had settled in, with the frosty breath of winter creeping in through every nook and cranny of the cozy house. You sat perched on the soft leather stool at your boyfriend's grand piano, your fingers tentatively hovering over the ivory keys. You were wrapped in a fluffy, knitted blanket that had been lovingly crafted by your mother, with its comforting weight enveloping you with warmth.

The fire in the nearby hearth crackled and sputtered, throwing sparks and shadows onto the walls of the room. The flickering flames illuminated the piano in a warm and inviting glow, casting dancing shadows across the polished wood of the instrument.

The room was filled with a plenty of comforting details. Starting with soft and cozy throw rug, which was spread out in front of the fireplace, inviting you to curl up on it and bask in the warmth of the fire, a nearby shelf stacked with an assortment of books and ending with a collection of photographs from your travels with Ben, adorning the walls with captured cherishing memories and moments frozen in time.

But your attention was focused on the piano, and the notes that Ben had taught you the previous night. With a deep breath, you began to play, trying not to make any mistakes and the sound of the piano filled the room and bring a sense of comfort and peace.

The keys felt cool and smooth beneath your fingertips, the weight of each note echoing through the room. Unfortunately, you weren't as skilled at playing the piano as you had hoped to be. Every now and then, your fingers would stumble over the keys, causing you to furrow your brow in frustration. Your perfectionist nature demanded immediate success, but the intricacies of the music proved to be a challenge, especially for a person like you who had never really been in touch with the piano.

You let out a defeated sigh, feeling overwhelmed and discouraged. But just as you were about to give up, you heard the sound of Ben's footsteps approaching. He entered the living room, carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the rich aroma of cocoa and marshmallows filling the air.

“Hey there,” he said with a warm smile, placing the mugs on a small table nearby. He sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “How's the practicing going?”

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, shaking your head in mild embarrassment. “Don't act as if you haven't heard that sound of failure,” you said, feeling a sense of comfort as you leaned into his embrace.

Ben responded with a soft laughter, his arms tightening around you. “Don't be so hard on yourself, love,” he reassured you. “Learning to play an instrument takes time and practice. You're doing great, and you'll get there.”

You let out a deep sigh, feeling a sense of impatience with your progress. “But I want to be there now,” you muttered, poking out your lower lip in frustration.

“Has anyone ever told you before that you're impatient?” he laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You've only been playing for a week, my dear. Give yourself some time.”

You couldn't help but smile at his teasing tone, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your body. Ben always had a way of making you feel better, even when you were feeling frustrated or down.

“Maybe I would have been better at it if my teacher wasn't so distracting,” you teased playfully, poking his side.

“Excuse me?” Ben's eyes widened in mock surprise. “Now it's my fault?” he asked in a playful tone, his lips curling up into a smile.

A sense of warmth enveloped you as you lifted your head to kiss Ben's jawbone, which was easily within reach from the way you were seated. There was something about being with him that made even the simplest of moments feel special. It was as if the world around you melted away, leaving just the two of you in a warm, cozy bubble.

After a peaceful moment of silence, with only the sounds of the fireplace crackling in the background, Ben asked with a smile, “Would you like to hear me play something?”

“Anything you like,” you replied, feeling the tender weight of his kiss on your head before he moved his hand away to make him more comfortable to play.

You scooted back a bit, tucking the blanket more tightly around you as though the room had suddenly grown colder without his closeness.

“Well?” Ben prompted, fingers poised above the keys.

You shrugged, unable to hide the grin on your face. You knew that anything he played would sound beautiful to you, and you savored each and every note that he brought to life on the piano. “Maybe something that reminds you of?”

Ben's eyes crinkled at the corners as he considered your request, his fingers dancing over the keys. Slowly, a familiar melody filled the room, and you couldn't help but close your eyes and let the music wash over you. It was the same song that had been playing on the radio during your first date, and the memories it brought back made you smile.

The notes seemed to transport you to another world, easing your worries and soothing your soul. The warmth of the room, the soft embrace of the blanket, and the gentle light from the flickering hearth cocooned you in a peaceful bubble.

After a moment, you opened your eyes and looked over at Ben. His eyes were closed, and he was completely lost in the music. The way his fingers moved effortlessly over the keys created a beautiful symphony, and you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration and love for him. You noticed the way the firelight danced across his face, highlighting the features that you loved so much, and you felt grateful to be sharing this moment with him. There was no place you wanted to be more than here. With Ben.

As the melody came to an end, you let out a soft sigh, feeling as if you had just woken up from a beautiful dream. You looked back at Ben and saw that he was looking at you, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. “I love you,” you said what the first thing that popped into your head.

A small smile formed on Ben's lips as he heard your words. He reached out and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “I love you too, more than anything in this world,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. You leaned in to give him a soft kiss, feeling more in love with him than ever before. As you snuggled up to him again, you felt a deep sense of joy, knowing that you were the luckiest woman in the world to have him in your life.

As you settled back into the cozy atmosphere, you thought of something that had been on your mind for a while. “Hey, make me a playlist sometime, will you?” you asked, looking up at Ben.

He looked a bit confused, as if he didn't understand why you were asking this all of a sudden. “A playlist?” he repeated.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, I don't know why you haven't done it yet. I’d love to have the songs that you associate with me. With us. I think it would be nice to always have them with me.”

A smile spread across Ben's face as he understood your request. “Of course, love,” he said, leaning in to give you a loving kiss on the forehead. “I'll make you the most special playlist you've ever heard.”

You snuggled into him even more, feeling his warmth enveloping you. “You know, there are some songs that always remind me of you,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Like the one we danced to in my trailer when you visited me on the set,” he chuckled as he recollected the moment. “Or that one we listened to on our picnic date while watching the sunset.”

You smiled at the memories that flooded your mind. “Yes, I remember,” you replied, feeling a sense of nostalgia mixed with happiness.

Ben reached for his phone and began scrolling through his music library. “Let's start with this one,” he said, pressing play on a song that you had never heard before. The music that filled the room stirred up emotions within you, and though you didn't recognize the song, it felt as if it was crafted for you and Ben alone. As you listened, you couldn't help but wonder about the other songs that Ben associated with your relationship, those that held a special place in his heart and reminded him of you every time he heard them.

As the night went on, Ben played song after song, each one more beautiful and meaningful than the last. And as you listened, you knew that this playlist would always hold a special place in your heart, a reminder of the love and happiness that you shared with the most important person in your life.

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thedoover-if · 10 months

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Hey author! Since it was my birthday today, I wanted to send this ask in!

How would they ROs plan MC's birthday? How did the ex do it when they were still together? And How will they do it now?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!🥳🥳 wishing you an AWESOME day!!!!

your wish is my command haha but ill put it under the cut cause i got a little carried away LOL

for the ex spouse it would definitely depend on what kind of person the MC is, so if your MC was a lowkey person who didnt like that whole party shebang then they wouldve organised a small get together with their parents, your parents and the MCs closest friends. but if your MC was outgoing and extroverted, they would have probably planned a surprise party!! its really just about the MCs comfort level since theyve known you for so long

now is a whole different story. i think now they wouldnt plan a party or anything, theyd just drop by with a small gift they picked out way too early (multiple months ago) with a little note and just place it in front of the door. i dont think they would risk ruining the MCs birthday in case the MC didnt want them there so that would probably be the easiest solution

this would be the first time the bartender will have actually spent MCs birthday with them cause usually theyd have to work so would only see them for very short!! but when theyre dating theyd book time off and then once theres only a couple hours left before the MCs birthday, they would toss a helmet at the MC and just say something like "c'mon i wanna show you something" (they wont give much away LOL). then theyd take the MC to a secluded place they usually retreat to clear their head, and there would be a picnic already set up. and then when theres only one minute left till midnight, theyd count down from 10 with a cupcake and one single candle between them and at one theyd wish the MC a happy birthday and tell them to make a wish haha. then if the MC would like theyd stay out there for a few more hours

fyi the bartender wanted to do something like this because they didnt want to rob the MC of any moments they could have with their friends, family etc

if the MC has a party later on in the day the bartender would probably show for a bit but they wouldnt stay long just cause it isnt their scene. but if the MC has a family dinner or something like that theyd be so stressed out haha but theyd still attend if the MC invited them and yeah you might need to elbow them a couple of times to get them to actually talk LOL

the patient loves to organise special events so the first time they plan a birthday the MCs birthday itll be both LOL cause they wouldnt be 100% sure so theyd just have a small gathering in the afternoon and then a big party in the evening. theyd invite every person from the MCs contacts, and let them know and then by the end of the day theyd ask the MC which one they liked better. and then theyd use the information to make their next birthdays one to remember haha so yeah they first one might be a little experimental but theyll make sure to make the next as great as they can with loads of pictures to remember it by!!

#inbox <3 #ro: the patient #ro: the bartender #ro: the ex spouse #prompts

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alreadyjackbestfriend · 1 year

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hi hi i saw your request open so here is request for jack harlow, which reader and jack are like marriage and they both have a 3 years old daughter, reader also pregnant with twin and one night they both have a dinner with jack family, after that dinner they walk out of the restaurant and like there’s lots of paparazzi, fans trying to take picture of him, reader and also his daughter which make him so annoying so he like being super protective over her

thank you!! its totally fine if you don’t write it 💗

"i'm going to sue all your fucking asses"

A/N: Sorry for taking so long, I was really stressed about university, (but now I'm finally on vacation 🥳) I hope you like it!

Also, last fic of the year (and 19 days without posting one, definitely a record 💀), happy new year in advance!

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you were incredibly excited, and also nervous. You were just three months pregnant,but it wasn't just one baby... it was two, so they were already making their presence known.

At the beginning of the pregnancy, you had had some problems, but you had managed to overcome them, although you still had to be very careful with certain things, such as being under a lot of stress or lifting heavy loads. However, you were now stable, and you and Jack could finally share the news with his family.

you were putting on your shoes with a bit of difficulty, which had you so focused that you didn't notice your husband's presence until you felt his hand on your ankle.

"Damn, Jack!" you said startled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said with worried eyes. Jack was being very delicate with you in every way, trying not to have any complications with the twins.

"It's okay," you assured him, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"can I help?" He said looking down at your feet.

"please" Jack smiled at you and before helping you put on your shoes, he placed a kiss on one of your legs, which tickled you and made you giggle. In return, he gave you a big smile.

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Finally, it was no longer a secret. Jack's mom hugged you tight while tears fell down her face, since you were not going to give her a second grandchild, but a second and a third.

"Mom, be careful," Jack said from behind her, and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't worry so much Jack"

"Oh yeah, okay, sorry, it was the excitement" Maggie said.

While your mother-in-law took a step back, wiping away her tears, your brother-in-law approached with a big smile, to give you a delicate hug. You chuckled, as you saw the look Jack gave him before he hugged you…that man could care too much, but you loved him for it.

"Do we know the gender yet? I'd love to know that I'll be able to add two boys to my soccer team," Clay said, and you heard a squeal. you both turned to look at your three-year-old daughter. "Oh, you're already part of my team, princess," Clay told her, taking her in his arms, "and you're always going to be my favorite," he whispered, making her giggle. You laughed with them, looking with adoration, you loved the relationship between the two, and you knew your daughter was already a little jealous with the attention on the twins, so you internally thanked Clay for assuring her how special she still was, and always would be.

Then it was your father-in-law's turn, who also hugged you gently, telling you how happy he was with the news of new grandchildren.

After the congratulations and the toast (of which you were a part of drinking water), you all shared a beautiful evening, until it was time to leave the restaurant.

Jack had rented a private part of the place, so no one could have seen you, only the waiters, therefore, most likely, one of them had called the paparazzi with the intention of earning some extra money. You heard Jack swear under his breath, and you gently squeezed his arm.

"Don't worry, Jack, everything will be fine" You, your daughter, Jack and his family, left through a back door accompanied by a couple of guards, but that seemed to not be enough. The paparazzi already knew about your pregnancy, because as soon as you came out you could hear them asking about it.

Your heart dropped, angry that someone had felt entitled to reveal something so sacred to you, something you didn't want to share with the whole world yet. You tried to put your emotions aside and focus on your safety and your daughter's, who was in Jack's arms.

At one point, some of the paparazzi got dangerously close, the flash from the cameras blinding you, making it hard for you to see where you were walking. At one point, you misfooted and your ankle buckled, causing you to let go of Jack's arm.

Amidst all the chaos, you could see his concerned eyes, quickly pulling your daughter into Clay's arms so he could help you.

"Baby, are you okay?" said his voice, amid the screams of the paparazzi.

"I twisted my ankle" you replied, touching your foot with your hand.

"I'll help you walk" he said grabbing your waist.

Jack and Clay's parents with your daughter were getting into the van, so you felt more relaxed, but you still felt that the short distance seemed eternal.

"Is this how you treat pregnant women?!" Jack started yelling at them, walking with you.

"Jack" you whispered, trying to calm him down, but it didn't work.

Finally, you reached the van, Jack helping you up holding your waist, but before he got into the vehicle, he decided to share more words with the paparazzi.

"Leave us the fuck alone! I'm going to sue all your fucking asses! I hope you're ready, assholes”

Jack was finally the last one getting in the car, before one of the guards quickly closed the door. You could see his face red with rage, and his heavy breathing. You were trying to keep your composure, but the stress had been too much, your breathing was agitated too and as the van began to move, you began to feel a little nauseous as well.

Maggie was quick to notice your change in expression and the pallor of your face, "would you like some water, dear?"

You nodded, taking a deep breath and opening the window to get some fresh air.

"Babe, are you okay? Do you want us to go to the hospital?" Jack looked really worried and guilty, the first months had already been difficult and the doctor had been insistent that you couldn't go through stressful situations, "i'm so sorry" he said swallowing hard, "damn it" he said to himself.

"Jack, it's okay, it's not your fault"

"It is, and i'm sorry"

"and I don't want to go to the hospital, I'll be fine"

"are you sure?"

"mommy okay?" you heard your daughter whisper to her uncle, and your eyes filled with tears as you realized that she was trying to go unnoticed so you wouldn't worry about her.

“yes, I’m sure, just take us home and I’ll be fine” you said, stretching out your arms towards your daughter, so that she would sit next to you.

“okay” jack said, kissing your knuckles.

You took the water that Maggie offered you, and taking a deep breath of the wind coming through the window, you began to feel better. you went first to drop off Jack's parents with Clay at their house, but not before Maggie made sure a thousand times that you were okay.

Now, you were in your bed, having a hot tea, while Jack tucked your daughter in her bed.

A few minutes later you saw him come in, and he quickly leaned down next to you, hugging you gently and kissing your belly over your pajamas.

"are you ok?" he whispered, for what seemed like the 100th time.

"I'm fine, babe"

"I'm so sorry"

"I already said that it's not your fault, Jack, you couldn't know the bad intentions of the person who called the paparazzi or their lack of judgment"

"I feel guilty anyway" he admitted.

"What can I do to make you stop feeling that way?"

"going to the doctor first thing in the morning to make sure you're okay"

"fine" you replied, rolling your eyes but with a smile on your face.

"and... lots of kisses wouldn't hurt me" he said, with a smirk on his face.

"Mmm, I can do that" you said, kissing his lips softly.

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laninasinamor · 1 year

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To everyone who stuck around for my blog, THANK YOU! 🥰🙏

THERES LIKE 520 OF YOU AND IVE NEVER ADDRESSED THAT, SO THANK YOU GUYS! crazy big number wth 💃✨😄

i started this blog at a pretty difficult time and im so happy Nashuri nation helped me thru the struggle

i know the nashuri content is slowing down but we still here! ✨💖

also ive been absent for many days because IM WORKING ON A FANFIC! 🎉🥳

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Of course im not trying to pressure myself to finish it quickly bc i mostly started it for fun and it eventually took a life of its own !

i cant tell you too much about it but

-it will have AZTEC/MAYAN🏹 MYTHOLOGY, BATTLES, 🤺FIGHTING, LAUGHTER😆, 💃DANCING, ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, SEGGSUAL TENSION 😏, and LOVE ❤️

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-we will see TALOKAN and WAKANDA again, in addition, MEXICO 🇲🇽 will play a BIG PART in the story

(wanting to explore the wonders that mexico has and hopefully give representation)

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-we will delve into dark topics such as: IMPERIALISM, COLONIZATION, COLORISM, VIOLENCE, GRIEF, ANXIETY, BETRAYAL, DEATH 💀

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i cant forget the ATTOYE 🗡️🦈 gang! they will take part in this too… ill prolly make a separate fic for them tbh

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Lastly, here’s a couple quotes/drafts from the fic 😊

(they could change drastically but this is what i have for now)

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Starting from top left, top right. Ending bottom left, bottom right

Namor to Shuri (i have not decided whether it will be included or not)

More Nashuri 🥺🥺

Namor in love

Attoye !

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Thanks again everyone! i love you all 🫶🏽 special shoutout to those who been with me since the inception of this crazy blog 😤 and those who are new and spamming me lol… i always see ur likes & comments in the notifications first📣

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reds-skull · 4 months

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Hi I’m work anon, sorry it took so long to reply!

Okay here are my questions about Limbo

(You can be as vague or detailed as you like or you can also straight up ignore any of them)

Is Ghost the actual ruler of limbo or is it his Reaper?

If Ghost is/was the ruler does that make Soap one too now or is it Lumanary?

Do you think things could grow in limbo now (grave dirt + light/warmth= little flowers for the moths?)?

What do the other reapers think of Luminary?

Aside from the tear tracks, new fire and fire colour change do Soap and ghost look different know that they share a reaper/what do they look like actually in limbo?

Can price read the limbo denizens minds?

Did soap make the sword of Damocles/can he make more things?

Is there any tidbit or fun little lore bit that you loved but couldn’t fit into the story that you want to share now?

I hope these questions are alright I just really love your AU and I haven’t ever really read anything like your version of limbo before so I’m insanely curious about it (it makes me want to bite something). There’s definitely more questions I’m forgetting but this is getting now so

Have a great day/night and Good Luck with uni!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🥳

Hi again! (love that your name is work anon now lol)

I'm gonna answer this in a bit of a roundabout way, because I feel like a lot of your questions will be answered if I explain more about Reapers and what makes Limbo so special.

So, in the fic I didn't dive in too deeply into what Reapers are, where they come from, what do they do when they're not meddling with human affairs, etc.

Reapers, as mentioned in the story, are powerful interdimensional beings, with the ability to pull beings into their realms, where they can physically change them. Reapers also have an ability to sense the course of destiny, not always in a clear way, which is why Ghost's Reaper was freaking out at the start. Destiny, by the way, is a pliable thing, and can be changed (as Ghost and Soap did).

Now, Limbo is a very exceptional power among revenants. It's mentioned a few times that the reason Ghost and Soap are so powerful is that they wanted something more than life, they wanted revenge. Therefore, their powers had a different goal than other revenants: Ghost's was to withstand any hostile attack towards him, and Soap's was to protect the people worth protecting.

But Limbo isn't fully just to protect Ghost, is it? It could've been a realm that instantly kills whoever enters it [which it was in earlier version btw], but the victims stay alive, they eventually accept Ghost back and obey his word. Why would that be necessary?

Okay, let's define Limbo. A separate dimension that Ghost can pull any being into, and change it. Like Rudy's Reaper said, Limbo basically works like a Reaper realm.

...Which makes Ghost an interdimensional being.

[This part I thought of just for my own fun, it might change in the future as I haven't written it down until now.]

What if Ghost's Limbo is a Reaper realm? That would make him a sort of very weak Reaper.

What if Limbo's intent was to create a Reaper-in-training?

Cosmically, Soap was supposed to kill Ghost. Both of them have a similar origin, except Soap had a specific revenge. Soap's powers boil down to "able to destroy anything." what about Reaper realms? What if their original fate was for Soap to destroy Limbo, and in extension Ghost, a Reaper to be?

Of course, they changed their fate. Which, by the way, started all the way at chapter 8. If Ghost didn't lose his cool and try to protect Soap, he wouldn't have been able to survive Limbo the second time.

So, when the fic ended, Ghost and Soap were both able to influence Limbo, their Reapers melding together.

Let's go back to your questions:

-Is Ghost the actual ruler of limbo or is it his Reaper?

Ghost. His Reaper can't change Limbo, just like other Reapers can't change its Reaper realm.

-If Ghost is/was the ruler does that make Soap one too now or is it Lumanary?

As the Reaper of Luminary said, they're now revenants of light, its absence and creation. Ghost and Soap share their rule on Limbo, Ghost on the victims (absence) and Soap on the moths (creation). I'm not sure if by Luminary you refer to the Reaper, which like I said can't affect Limbo.

-Do you think things could grow in limbo now (grave dirt + light/warmth= little flowers for the moths?)?

Okay, another tangent lol.

In the deal Reapers strike on a revenant's first death (as seen in the comic I made before the fic), they say "from this day till the day you die you are mine."

It's a concept I haven't expanded on at all, but what happens to a revenant after they die? In short, they're released from the deal, and are no longer under the rule of their Reaper.

As Ghost and Soap are now, alive and under the Reaper of Luminary, they're limited to the powers they were given. So, no, no flowers in Limbo. Yet.

After they die, and released from their Reaper? Suddenly they won't be limited to just those powers.

Sidenote, Limbo as it was acted like purgatory/hell basically. Now that Ghost and Soap rule over it? Could be turned into heaven.

This is the fundamental difference of them as Reapers-in-training. They're basically a classic Reaper now, taking people to the afterlife.

-What do the other reapers think of Luminary?

Before stitching together, the Reaper of the Void (Ghost's) was one of the youngest Reapers out there. That's why it's trying to force Ghost constantly, it's like an overbearing parent with their firstborn child. The Reaper of Destruction (Soap's) was one of the oldest, dating back to the first explosion ever. It was much calmer because of this, it has already seen everything, and had an easier time accepting the new change.

Other Reapers recognized Luminary as a herald of a new age, where humanity can affect Reapers just as they affect them. Whether they reacted well to that or not, I haven't decided yet.

-Aside from the tear tracks, new fire and fire colour change do Soap and ghost look different know that they share a reaper/what do they look like actually in limbo?

Outside of Limbo, beside the changes you listed, they didn't have any other. In Limbo, as you probably know, Ghost's eyes glow white. I imagine if he had his mask off, the tear tracks would as well. Soap's eyes were mentioned to glow as well, but unlike Ghost, the light seems to come from inside him, so his pupils are the only thing that glows.

-Can price read the limbo denizens minds?

If he had the misfortune to enter Limbo, yes, Price could read their minds. Ghost mentions in a very early chapter (3 or 4 I think) that the victims of Limbo have impaired mental capacity, so the experience of reading their mind would be different to that of a normal person.

-Did soap make the sword of Damocles/can he make more things?

As things are currently, he can only use the sword. Ghost's Reaper says Ghost stole light "a sword and a shield". Ghost obviously uses the shield constantly around him throughout the fic, and Soap uses the sword.

-Is there any tidbit or fun little lore bit that you loved but couldn’t fit into the story that you want to share now?

I think I answered that one first actually haha. As a last thing to mention, because Ghost and Soap are what they are, even after they die they would still be together. I didn't think of how Reapers die (if they die), but I'd say Ghost and Soap will have a couple hundred millions years together ahead of them :) [that moment when the cosmic horror turns into cosmic romance]

Thank you for letting me ramble about the magic system in the fic, it's one of my favorite things to figure out, and I always overthink everything so 90% of the details don't end up ever showing up.

And thank you for the good luck, I certainly need it T_T

Have a good day/night, and a Happy New Year!!! <3

#asks answered #ty for the ask <3 #long post #dont know if/where i should put the cut so youre getting no cut sorry

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doodle17 · 1 year

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The Brainiacs DTIYS

Ladies and Gents, we have reached a whopping 200+ followers! 🥳🥳🥳🥳Can you believe it? I sure can't! I just quickly want to thank everyone for the follows and getting me here. I never knew people would enjoy my silly little scribbles this much!

Before I get on to the big thing, I'm going to quickly say that NO I have not forgotten comic requests. In fact, I'm almost done with the first one! Just adding the finishing touches :)

Now, on to the thing I'm sure you've heard about - or not - either way, this is something I've been planning for a good while, and that thing is...

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I'm assuming you may know what the rules are, but in case you don't, I'll leave some answers to questions you may have...

For this DTYIS (draw this in your style), you don't have to have it shaded or lined exactly like the original. You can make it lineless, painted, traditional, or just a sketch with color! (This is a draw this in YOUR STYLE, after all)

- Try to keep the outfits and designs as close to the original as possible. Don't outright change their designs.By designs, I mean hair and other accessories. You can change proportions like head shape and size to fit your style.

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This'll be going on for 3 months! Deadline will be July (14) 11:59 Mountain time, and winners and whatnot will be announced 4 days to a week afterward. If you are unable to complete the illustration before the deadline, but want to submit it, its perfectly fine to just enter an unfinished illustration or sketch. It's highly unlikely it will get a winning spot, but it might get an honarable mention! :) Speaking of which...

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I can't wait! This is so exciting! Good luck to everyone participating, I'm excited to see what you'll do with this!

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precious-little-scoundrel · 25 days

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What got you into writing/how long have you been writing?

What’s your writing inspiration?

Do you write in silence or need background sounds? Like music?

Do you struggle more with dialogue or detail?

Any tips for someone who wants to write fanfiction?

How do you differ all your OC’s so you don’t rewrite the same characters over and over?

Do you do research?

— from someone who would love to write their own stories lol but yours are great!

My darling. So many apologies for how tardy I’ve been in replying to this, I really wanted to give it due thought because I’m quite touched you’d even ask.

1: I’ve been writing since I was little, my mama was always reading me classics and my greatest ambition was to be some kind of author every bit as colorful as their characters, a la Oscar Wilde. 🥳

2. Writing inspiration? Oh that’s a hard one only in that I could cite a million things and chat your poor ear off, but to be boring and also frank -I just love stories. I think they’re so inspiring and healing and necessary for making sense of things, or else resigning to things that can’t be explained. I love to study love and how very human and fallible and also indestructible it is in its many forms. I love to dig through tragedy and find the refining purpose of it, I love to take characters through hells I’ve been through so that I can imagine their triumphs, too, and my own through them. If this can happen to -name your hero- then I’m no smaller for it happening to me, if -name your hero- can get through it and be loved and admired by a whole fandom? -I deserve the same commendation from myself at the very least. Stories are essential and fun and I never ever imagined I’d have a little group one day liking my own where we could all scream about these things together. I’m legit so humbled each time I log on here and find y’all ready and waiting and interactive. The community of it, that’s the biggest drive right now, tbh. What a sweet season.

3. I usually write in silence, or else at any chance where I have a moment, so that could be public transport or lunch breaks or in the loo during family holidays, ha. However I do find music to be an inspiring mood setter for writing later that day. Especially as i juggle many ongoing projects at once, the genre im listening to before may very well influence what gets worked on.

4. Detail!! Dialogue can be challenging but I hear it so clearly in my head most of the time that it’s not hard. Details can devastate me.

5. Ooof, I still feel like I’m a baby at it, this is only my second fandom to dare for. I’d say for sure write what you find inspiring instead of what appears to be wanted, i firmly believe that’s the only sure way to keep up any inspiration and the niche will draw its own crowd, one’s who will like it all the better for its specially crafted world. Also, for dialogue -replay and replay dialogue from the character before you write. Are they terse or do they ramble? Are they sarcastic or earnest? Do they have a word they repeat often? -I noticed the other day how Rosenthal uses “you know?” often in the show. Also, sometimes switch up sentence structure from character to character, it helps feel like hopping brains without a fully jarring POV change. All these are things I’m currently working at myself, but that’s the best I’ve got for advice.

6. Oh boy I’m still figuring this out myself. Three things come to mind as little helps I use- first off, read real biographies, it helps tremendously with crafting fully dimensional fictional people. Two -have a maturing arc for your OC during the story, separate from whatever adventure or romance that occurs, this will make it feel less like a inserted person into the broader story. Three, choose a personality type or something similar to both keep them separate from the next but also to ensure their virtues have corresponding vices.

7. I do research a lot. But I find that it’s a fine line for myself of when that drains all creativity or bravery. Im massively indebted to so many mutuals who generously share their own with me.

#best of wishes to you Nonnie! dare bravely!!#writing woes #about the author 💋

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chillwildwave · 8 months

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

It seems crazy considering I’ve been a 4Townie for that LONG! I would just like to thank all of you for following me on my journey to where I am today as a member of the 4Town Fandom: all the memories, all the moments that threw everyone off (I’m specifically talking about Tail Shaking and the cancellation of the 4town website) but regardless, its been fun in the fandom, and funny enough, this fandom ain't toxic and are just full of gentle human beings with a fuel of creativity that give 4Town the love that they deserve, so thank you to all of you for liking my posts, for reblogging, for commenting as this does show that Robaire, Jesse, Tae Young, Aaron T and Z aren't going any time soon, as long as they all got the love from us 4Townies, it truly means something special!

Once again, thank you so much for sticking around my blog to appreciate my creativity all the way: also, sorry for the late delay of my fanfic chapter, there was just a lot to do during my college days, so my chapter will be released on Saturday this week, so stay tuned for that!

Anyways, keep growing strong 4Townies and let us call it what it is...

Its a MASTERPIECE!!!!

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mittenwonders · 1 month

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Finally home!! Pants off, bra off….absolute freedom! 🥳

Overall it went well and it was great seeing people again and being able to yell at them in person rather than through messaging.

But there was one thing that irked me. I’m not saying I stewed on it all day but I want to make one quick vent about it. Why do people, and by people I mean mostly women, make such a big deal about women not wearing makeup?

90% of the time, I wear zero makeup. I only put it on for special occasions and it’s for myself because I want to. I used to be really into it and I do own tons of it, but it sits in a drawer collecting dust most of the time. When I got really sick in 2018, it was the last thing on my mind & ever since then it seems more like a chore especially when it comes time to washing it all off. Eye makeup especially mascara bothers me as it just feels heavy and makes me super tired. I just prefer to keep a good skin care routine and stay hydrated instead.

With that said, I have never worn makeup to work. Why should I? I’m a senior analyst for a government agency working behind the scenes sitting behind multiple monitors all day long. I’m not there to impress anyone with looks - I’m there to solely use my brain. Yet without fail, a member of senior leadership (mostly women) always takes the time to find me and say I look tired or ask if I feel okay. Maybe I do look worn down, but usually it’s because I’m just naturally pale. However, once I’m at a company event, and I do wear makeup, I get the nonstop “omg your makeup looks so great!! You look healthy. You should wear it more often.”

It sounds like a compliment but I assure you it is not taken that way on the receiving end. I’m more than aware I probably look like a squishy potato most days but I like it and feel comfortable. The backhanded compliments of telling me to wear makeup more often is you not appreciating my squishy potato-ness and projecting your beauty ideals on me. It doesn’t hurt anymore because I’m so used to it but I also recognized looking around today, out of everyone that was there, I was the only one completely 100% without makeup.

I think that is a testament to society and its norms. Women since young childhood are engrained that you need to wear it in order to be (appearance wise) acceptable and beautiful. There’s tons of makeup kits and toys that young girls can play with and don’t get me wrong, it is super cute seeing them try as toddlers. But it also sets a bad tone that in order to be pretty, you need to wear it. I see more girls in elementary school wearing it more and more at my nieces school. It’s not medically necessary, it doesn’t cure anything - it just creates one more thing for women to nitpick about themselves and others over. We see it in magazines nonetheless all the photoshop on top of it removing “imperfections.” I agree that makeup did make me feel more confident at one time. Hell, I still love how it makes my eyes pop more but once I stopped wearing it, I learned that confidence comes more from within. I still get hit on, I still get flirted with, I still am told I’m pretty without anything on my face.

If it helps someone with their confidence, by all means apply away! For many, it’s an art form of self expression and that’s awesome!! But can we also not shame women for not wearing it?! It’s the same with high heels. Not every woman enjoys it. Women are the hardest about this on other women because again, it’s been engrained in us from young kids that we need to wear it. It’s already impossible being a woman so let’s not add one more thing to the long list and support each other instead. Stop the backhanded compliments!! Let me be a beautiful potato!! 🥔 ✨

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