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lemony-and-zesty · 3 months

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Omg not another drabble for hitman!JD :]

This one’s for you especially @elijah-doodle ;)) Since you wanted to know and all :)

Silly side note cause I thought it was funny but this is titled “The one that got away” in my drafts 😭😭

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The small apartment John Dory found himself living in was pretty peaceful, all things considered. Especially this early in the morning. JD was fast asleep in that slab of concrete he called a bed, finally having managed to pass out a couple hours ago.

There was a sudden, loud knock on the door.

“Hey! Git up! Boss wants ta see ya.”

John Dory groans, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“C’mon kid, he ain’t gonna wait long.”

He crawled out of bed, rubbing a hand down his face before huffing out an, “Alright, alright. Gimme a minute.”

The voice at the door seemed appeased at this, and JD could hear his footsteps fading.

Stupid.

He took his time getting ready, it really was too early for this.

After sliding on his coat and goggles, he yanked the door open. He wasn’t surprised to see the other troll hadn’t gone far.

He gave JD a sharp nod, “Good. C’mon kid.”

JD held his tongue at that.

He let the other man lead him, despite knowing the way like the back of his hand. Best not to start a fight over something stupid.

They left the apartment building off into a back alley.

JD shoved his hands into his pockets and let his mind stray for a bit. As per usual, he found himself thinking about his brothers. He can’t help but wonder what they’d be up to now. Shit, how old would they be again?

He starts trying to add it up in his head, counting it out with his fingers.

It’s been, what? 10, no 15 years? Maybe? He couldn’t be sure until he got a glimpse at a calendar.

His mind continued to wander for a bit before he’s suddenly jolted out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder.

Reacting quickly, he spins around and sweeps the assailant’s legs. They tumble to the ground with a, “Aw SHIT-“

JD unsheathes the spikes on his glove’s knuckle, preparing to strike the person before coming to a dead stop.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“-HELL kid, the fck’r ya doin!”

JD stumbles back, his hands going to his coat. He brushes at it, not just trying to play it off but also to soothe his shaking hands, “Sorry. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

The man who’d been walking him glared up at him - partly out of shock, partly out of fury. After a moment he shakes his head, “Whatever kid.”

JD snarls at that, “For the love of- Stop. calling. me-“

The door behind JD slams open, “Ah! Johnny! You’re right on time.”

A stocky pale yellow troll with golden, slicked back hair dressed in a gray pinstripe suit sets his hands on JD’s shoulders turning him around and lightly shoving him into the room he’d just burst out of, “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

He kicks the door shut behind them, not sparing the man another glance.

He leads JD to his desk, his grip tightening on his shoulders before releasing him altogether.

“B-Boss I can explain-“

He holds a hand up to silence him as he rounds the desk and takes a seat, “No need. It’s not my business what you get up to outside of work. As long as you don’t kill any of my employees, I couldn’t care less.”

JD gulps, once again rubbing his hands against his coat.

“Now, what is my business is, well, my business. So,” He reaches into a drawer, pulling out a slip of paper - his next hit, JD assumes - and sliding it across the desk for him to look at, “Let’s talk business.”

John Dory freezes the instant his eyes see the paper. No, not paper. The poster. It was a poster for a concert for an up and coming solo artist.

No. No no no no no.

Staring back up at him were the eyes of a troll he hadn’t seen in 15 or so years.

No. Anything but this. Please.

Staring up at him was none other than Floyd. His baby brother.

#zesty posts #hitman!john dory #john dory #trolls band together #trolls oc

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jacenotjason · 7 months

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How would the opposite neighborhood react to seeing their original selfs?

i wanna draw this, but im gonna jot my thoughts down real quick!!

(Here’s the AU masterpost!)

Also doodles!!

They try their best to find something they have in common. I feel like OG Eddie is way to nice to be scared or like grossed out by Opposite, he’d just feel a little bad and wanna be his friend.

They talk about Frank, they have that in common. Like:

OG: …uhm.. arts and crafts?

OP: I’m not five? What about sports?

OG: I can’t follow along with all that..

OP: eugh… mm…

OG: …

OP: ..Frank?

OG: Frank!!

OP: Frank!

Oh they would hate each other. OG would be trying to be nice and then Opposite would insult his business model, and then they fight. I lowkey wanna see these two brawl, I think opposite would kick OGs ass no offense.

OP: *looking around OGs store* Where’s your price tags? The unlabeled scam is scummy, even for me.

OG: Hm? Oh, buddy, I don’t charge money for my products!

OP: … What?

OG: Yah! I prefer accepting other meanings of payment! Things much more valuable then money, friend!

OP: … That’s dumb.

OG: 🙂 what.

Then they BRAWL!! Ok probably not OG howdy probably doesn’t resort to violence. But a lot of insults are thrown back n forth hueurheye-

I honestly think they’d love each other. OP is basically Franny, and OG is OP.Franny they’d literally just:

OG&OP, at the same time: You look like my sister!!

Plus they both love fashion, and hair, and makeup, and Sally- ohmygod theyd be the best of friends i cant even theyd be so girlboss together

OG teaches her some games, and then OP teaches her some girlboss survival skills. Before they leave, OP gives her a pink sparkly pocket knife to remember her by :3

Yknow that fancy rich ppl thing ppl do where they kiss each others cheek? They do that

OG: My dear! Won’t you let me in? I’m you, you can trust me!

OP: what in gods name makes you think I trust myself..?

OG: We are one in the same, starlight! I am you, you are me! A mirrored doppelgänger of your own image! I don’t look to harm you, starlight! Put aside your distrust.. for yourself?

OP: haha… okay, shakesqueer…

Then OP lets her in :3

I have lots of thoughts about these two hanging out. OG makes her a new outfit after judging her gross clothes, lightheartedly ofc and OP is like “haha yeah its gross” and OP gets a cute dress! OP absolutely shocks and destroys OG in video games, they dance together, and they talk about Julie huehuehuehue

WAHHH THESE TWO! I honestly feel like theyd get along, but have little bickering about their different mothering styles.

OG: a.. punk mother? Interesting..

OP: whaat? My kids are all party animals, just like me! I can’t contain that.

OG: haha that’s fair.. I guess.. but.. partying? Thats so… much..

OP: …dude unclench your beak and live a little.

Someone calls OP Ma and OG is like “Ma? Thats so sweet.. i wish my neighbors called me mom :>..”

OG: a dog wearin’ pants? That ain’t right.

OP: aah.. it’s just.. to walk around half naked, is that not discomfiting?

OG: Discomfiting?? Thats a big ol’ word for a big ol’ dog.

OP: Ahaha… I’ve got a bit of a considerable vocabulary.

OG: you got a word-a-day calendar or somethin?

I feel like they’d be friends? Maybe?? OG kinda pokes fun at OP and OP is like “I’m talking to my opposite self :) dimension plane is real :) ain’t that wild :)”

OG: …

OP: .. :3

OG: …I have questions

OP: :D

OG: why the turtleneck?

OP: its like a shirt is giving my neck a hug! :D

OG: …ok. Why the hair?

OP: fluffy! :D

OG: no why is it white?

OP: I bleached it :D

OG: why?

OP: preti :D

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blu3-j · 11 months

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Welcome...Home..?

Overworked! GN! Reader x Welcome Home Crew

Chapter 3

Tw: Break down (Reader experiences a small break down), overall a bit of crying

Hoo, boy! This one's a long one! Strap in everybody!

So, as we left off, reader gets introduced to their...interesting situation, but doesn't have much time to process it before having to head in to work. What happens when the reader actually has a moment to process it? But the reader's not the only one in the story! The entire crew is here! So, how are they dealing with this stressful new situation?

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4

The day had gone by busy as usual. The restaurant was so busy that you were barely able to squeeze in a break. Just a small part of your shift, 2 buses had stopped by within the first few hours of you clocking in. Why, in all the world's name, did people decide to take a bus to a restaurant this early in the morning??? While one of your managers was kind enough, the other never bothered to care about anything more than their basic job, deciding to stay in the back office and never leaving unless a customer requested to see them. Any coworkers that had any sort of complaint or wanted to take a break were directed to the other manager. Thank god the nice manager was on today. It was torture when it was just the lousy one.

As for your classes, you only had one today. When you first scheduled your classes, you made note to keep them simple as they could easily pile up. What you didn't take into account was how busy work would be, and the class itself was labor intensive and required you to talk to so many people. You scheduled this class to be on its own for a reason, but it still dragged you down six feet under for energy.

The day felt as though it was never going to end. Little did you know, a little surprise waited for you when you finally found time to eat your packed lunch. A little note sat on the top of the simple meal, folded neatly with a caterpillar doodle drawn on the top fold.

"Y/N, it's wonderful to get to meet you! I knew you were a hard worker when I saw how peaceful you were sleeping this morning. According to your calendar, you're even busier than me! I noticed how dirty the house was, so I cleaned up a little. I hope you don't mind! You seemed so exhausted, and it's the least I can do to help make your already busy life easier. I hope you have a great day, shrimp! Make your day worth it to you! We're so proud of you, already! Signed, Howdy P."

It was small, but his written words made your day a little bit brighter. You almost found yourself smiling. The paper crinkled as you folded it up gently and put it in your pocket.

By the end of the day, you were once again exhausted---more than that, actually. It wasn't uncommon for you to be barely walking from exhaustion at the end of the day, and as much as you so dearly wanted to go home, the moment you sat down in the driver seat of your car you hesitated to turn the ignition key. The puppets were still there. Waiting for you. While you didn't think they would hurt you, your stomach twisted and churned at the idea of having to face that entire problem that you've been running from all day.

So you didn't.

Rather, you drove to the nearby library. By now the sun was already setting, and a little voice in the back of your mind urged you to go home. "Maybe you'll have some free time to do what you want," it whispered. "Maybe you'll have time to play some video games or go on a walk down that old path you used to love so much." But you didn't listen.

The bell above the door rang as you walked in. Unlike most libraries, it had a small cafe cove in the corner for those like you: completely exhausted and in college. It wasn't too far from the college you attended---just a block or two away---it was maybe a 5--10 minute walk at most from the college's main entrance to there. But you were tired enough as is, and walking was something you could barely do at the moment, so your car rested in its small parking lot. As you trudged through the entrance, the cove caught your attention. "Maybe a little bit of caffeine will do me some good."

Due to the lax nature of the building, there weren't many people that crowded the cove, so it didn't take nearly as long to get your coffee/tea as some places in town did. Not that you would know. This cove was the only coffee place you really ever went to for any sort of coffee or tea. Or at least for fresh and ready-to-drink on the go.

The cup warmed your hands as you held it gently to yourself and slowly trudged to a nearby table in the library. "Maybe I could take this chance to finally read that book I've been hearing so many things about." It was decided, then. You dropped your bag on the floor---a bit harder than you meant to---and set your caffeine salvation down to look for the book. When you finally found it, it had been buried in between the various other books; dusty and barely opened. A librarian friend of yours had once recommended it to you months ago, and now you finally set aside the time to read it.

"The Fall of it All" By Robin Feather

You found yourself quickly enthralled by the book. The story was of a servant named Eline serving princess and future queen Cassandra. The young eccentric princess quickly became close to Eline, and very soon began to allude to more secrets within the castle and its royal government. Upon the discovery of each hidden secret, Eline finds themselves further and further trapped in the middle of it all. Eline never once says a thing in the book; rather allowing the other characters and setting to tell the story around them. It brought a surprisingly well twist to the normal story-telling format. By the time you had ripped your attention from the book it was completely dark outside. That little voice in the back of your mind taunted you. "You can't keep running forever."

You sighed, and put a hastily made bookmark in between the pages. Maybe this would be nice to read at home. "And maybe reading it won't bring its characters to real life so they can live in my house." You chuckled at the thought. How ironic the situation you found yourself in was.

Thud.

You threw your empty cup in the trash bin. You had to rummage through your bag, but at the very bottom hid your library card. You wish you had more free time to come here more often like you originally planned, but you didn't have time for much of anything, anymore. The librarian quickly rang it up for you to borrow, and handed the pristine book back to you. With a final heave, you hoisted your bag on your shoulders.

"I can't keep running forever," you mumbled to yourself. It was completely dark out, with the only light being the occasional street lamp and the light from inside the library peeking out its windows. The cover on the book looked appealing, illuminated by the light's warm glow. If only you could just run away and forget it all.

But even Eline had to face their problems.

"I guess I can face mine, too."

The car ride home was quiet, with the radio softly playing whatever was deemed popular enough to bring in listeners. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. Like the calm before the storm. Your heart sank at the thought of facing those puppets again. They act so real...so..alive. Car headlights blinded you again and again as they passed you by, until eventually they were rarely seen on the road at all. Not many ever came up this far. Buildings turned to empty plains and then to forest as the world blurred by. You turned onto an all too familiar dirt road. Every gravel piece that your tires rolled over felt like another nail in the coffin. Another second closer to a dreadful climax.

The house was dark when you finally rolled in your car and parked. Were they asleep? Do they even sleep? Your heavy shoulders relaxed a little upon the thought. Maybe you won't have to face them, afterall. A gentle tired smile graced your face, and with a final sigh, you pulled out your keys and they jingled as you inserted one in the keyhole.

Click!

It was dark and quiet inside. It almost made you want to believe that what had happened this morning hadn't happened at all. Almost. You couldn't see far into the house, but from what you did see, your bookshelf in the hallway had been organized alphabetically, and the dust and webs had been wiped from the tables and nooks. Why is it so quiet? Finally, you closed the door behind you, engulfing you entirely in an inky black.

"SURPRISE!!!" A chorus of voices overwhelmed you, and the lights were turned on. After you recovered from the scare, you noticed how much more...lively the house was. Home-made banners and streamers adorned the ceiling, and colorful balloons and confetti were spread across the floor. One banner in particular read "WELCOME HOME, Y/N!!!" It was so colorful. The lights were so warm. And in the middle of it all stood the ones responsible for it. The cast of colorful puppets you had gotten to somewhat know this morning.

"I...uh..." You stammered, wide-eyed at the scene. How do you react to this? Most of them stayed silent and stared at you with expectant eyes. All for one, however. Julie.

"Y/N, you're finally back! Oh my gosh, we were waiting sooooo long! But you're back now! Wally, Howdy, and Barnaby said how scary this all must be for you like how we're all kinda scared right now, so I thought we could throw a surprise party for you! Oh, we have so much planned!" She dashed to your side and tugged on your shirt, beckoning for you to come forward. She pointed to each puppet as she rambled. "Sally has a short play, Barnaby has a comedy act, Howdy, Poppy, Frank, and me made cookies and cake, and Eddie and Wally made the decorations and some of the games!" A single utterance was made from Frank as she talked, correcting her grammar.

"Howdy, Poppy, Frank, and I. Not me, Julie." Julie paid Frank no mind, too enveloped in her excitement to notice him talk.

It all felt like too much. Too much all at once. Your body took a mind of its own as you excused yourself to the bathroom. When you had dipped out of sight into the hallway, you instead found yourself locking yourself in your bedroom. Before you had even curled yourself up on the floor in front of the door, you heard a voice.

"Y/N?" Wally. He always seemed to know when you were distressed. How? He softly knocked on the door. You didn't have the energy right now. You didn't have the bravery right now. "Please talk to me, Y/N." The room went silent as he paused. You refused to move. "Y/N," He continued. "I know this is scary. I'm scared, too. Please, let me in so we can talk. Or maybe just a hug?" Your face felt hot again. And your chest ached. You buried your face in your knees, feeling them slowly begin to grow warm and wet. Wally's voice turned gentle as he leaned into the door. "It's okay, Y/N. I'm right here." A quiet moment rolled by, then the doorknob turned. But it stopped halfway. You had locked it. Staring at the doorknob, you finally meekly unlocked it before shying away from the doorway and hid your face.

Light poured into the dark room as Wally opened the door. "Wally, is Y/N okay?" Julie called out. Hushed voices filled the hallway and into the bedroom from the living room. Wally stared at you for a moment longer before turning back to the hallway.

"I'm going to talk to Y/N for a bit, okay? Everything's going to be okay." He smiled as Julie mumbled an "okay" and he quietly closed the door. The room was engulfed in darkness once more. "Y/N," the small yellow puppet walked forward and crouched down in an attempt to see your down-turned face. "Oh, Y/N. Dearest Y/N." His felt hand reached up to brush the hair out of your face. "Can you talk to me?" You remained silent, barely glancing at his face before looking away. That's when you felt him push your legs away from your torso and crawl into your lap. You gasped and looked at him, but by the time you saw his face, it was buried in your chest, his arms lay limp at his sides. What was he doing? His monotone robotic laughter echoed through the room. "I don't know how to hug." His eyes looked up into yours as his smile widened and his would-be eyebrows furrowed. "Could you show me?" The ache in your chest was too painful. Too much.

And you broke. You don't know how long it was when you finally stopped crying and loosened your hold on him. You don't know how long it was when he finally spoke up after your quiet restrained sobs stopped. "It's okay. I'm right here." He brushed the tears from your cheeks. He didn't like that his hands were getting wet and your tears would soak deep into his felt and stuffing inside, but he could make a small exception for you. You needed the comfort, and as somebody that you're going to be forced to live with until they can go back to Home, it's the least he could do. You were just as scared as he was. So, for now, he could be the braver one.

You looked into his eyes. Despite them being fake, they felt so comforting to look at. The dark black pools that sucked away the light that shined on them felt familiar. You had seen those same dark eyes in many of your stuffed plushies growing up. You had seen those same dark eyes in the teddy bear your great grandmother gave you when you were little. You hugged Wally close one last time, being more careful to not accidentally hurt the little puppet. "Do they even get hurt?" You brushed the thought to the side. Things are going to be okay. So you took in one last long breath, and wiped your eyes. A smile fell on your face as you looked back down to him. His eyes feel so alive. He is alive. He's just like you. You gently pulled him off your lap and stood up and reached for the door. The doorknob felt so cold. The hushed voices continued on the other side of the door. Your stomach churned again.

"It's okay." Wally watched you carefully. His small hand grasped yours and he squeezed. His favorite thing to do, it seemed. "I'm right here with you. You don't have to be scared."

So you took that final leap, and opened the door. Eyes were instantly on the two of you the moment light seeped into the room. Julie was on the couch with Eddie, the short puppet with a star/sun shaped head, and the large blue dog you hadn’t met yet attempting to comfort her. Frank was busy reading another book, but occasionally glancing at Julie, his furrowed brows raising and his frown twitching down a smidge every time he did. Poppy and Howdy were talking to one another closely a bit away from everyone else. Everyone looked to you. Things were quiet. The air was heavy.

Then Julie hopped up from her spot on the couch and ran over. "Y/N!!" She hugged your legs and buried her face. "I'm so so sorry!! I thought if we did a party, everything would be okay and everyone would be happy but you weren't and you ran away and we were all so worried for you and I'M SO SORRY!" She wailed into the side of your pants as she gripped you tighter, apologizing over and over and over. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. So you bent down to her level instead and hugged her close. She really was worried. You found yourself glancing at the others. All of them were.

When Julie's rambling seemed to continue (how in all goodness was she not out of breath yet?) you took it as a sign to interrupt her.

"It's okay, Julie. You're right. I'm scared, too. I was so overwhelmed when I came back that I wanted to run away again. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help. I don't even know how you all can even exist here!" You chuckled as you pulled away to look her in the face. Your voice was shaky and quiet, but she could hear you. And she did. Her eyes sparkled. Just as always. Your vision began to go blurry again, and your face felt hot. "I've been trying to avoid you guys all day! When I got done with work and school, I went to the library instead. I was too scared. But I had to come home. I had to face everything. I had to face you guys, and I was too scared to go through with it." You wiped your eyes. Everything was crushing in on you again. Julie touched your arm. You're not alone. She's here. Wally's here. Everyone's here. "But I'm going to be brave now."

Her smile grew, and her eyes sparkled more. How is that even possible? Her arms quickly wrapped around you. Everything felt lighter now. The tension was still there, but things weren't caving in on you anymore. "This is going to take a long while to get used to."

Julie spoke up, her voice barely a whisper. "Then I'll be brave with you."

The rest of the night blurred by. You finally were able to be formally introduced to the final three you hadn’t met this morning. The blue dog is Barnaby, a jokester who loves to make people laugh and have a good time himself. The tall green one with multiple limbs is Howdy, a bodega shop owner that’s named his place the “Bugdega.” And lastly, the little yellow star being indeed a star puppet named Sally. All she wanted to do was be a metaphorical star.

The baked goods that Howdy, Poppy, Frank, and Julie made were...sweeter than anything you had really ever had, and each was decorated in colorful frosting (even the things that didn't need frosting). Barnaby did his best act with the props he could find in your house, and while he got everyone else to laugh, you didn't. So, he made it his mission to get you to laugh. The rest of the night, he made various jokes and acts, and eventually he heard it. A giggle. A laugh. Finally, you were doubled over in laughter, wiping tears from your eyes as he laughed with you. A few games were played while the others tried to keep Julie from making any of them too complicated, complaining that they didn't understand any of it. Mistakes were made, rules were broken, laughter was shared, and people (specifically Eddie) tripped and stumbled throughout the entirety of it.

Finally, the lights were turned way down low as you all grouped on the couch. Eddie had taken the job of directing the lights with a special hand-made spotlight, and Julie and Wally worked to keep the special effects going. As Sally acted her play, confetti acting as flower petals were thrown, backgrounds were occasionally changed during Sally's monologues, and they occasionally acted as extras in the background. You never got to see how it ended. Sally was in another one of her monologues when you found your eyelids getting heavy and the person next to you being extremely comfy.

A soft blanket wrapped around you as with two arms. Sally's voice faded further and further away as you leaned into the person. And with one last quiet sigh, you let the sweet appeal of sleep consume you.

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justanotherhh · 2 months

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blitzø x horses season 2, just for me (s1 here)

I definitely noticed some things that may have been in s1 already and I missed them, but hey, that's part of the fun of this particular treasure hunt! so without further ado:

(s2ep1)

We begin with banana horse, the legless horse who alternately lost them from eating too much sugar or in the pirate war

boy loved horses from the beginning

(s2ep2)

so much going on horse-wise in one sequence!

RIDING LESSONS (and the next day is a full moon so "Stolas??" -- makes it seem like they did meet up on that day and didn't talk through what had happened at Ozzie's at all and pretended it was all fine and just had sex... sounds about right) (also how did the lessons go Blitz?)

More doodles around the calendar, and also his own head on Verosika's body. many questions

had screenshots acknowledging the same posters from s1 are still hanging in the office, but no need to rehash what's already shown

that Blitz-stickman-poster? is new though? why is it so big?

"Blitzo's stuf Do Nut Steel!!" many references to the fact that Blitz cannot spell. in this one feat. More Horse Doodles

(s2ep3)

aw yeahhh this is the big one! Blitz cannot always spell the words "Lesbian" or "Straight"

Horses on the board:

Blue Cheese ("Gay, Top")

Sunbeam ("Lesbian, Top, Asshole")

Bong Water ("Bottom, Says He's Straigt But He Is Not, Bong Water Is Anti Vax." Blue Cheese's side hoe)

Kaboom ("Bisexual, Versatile," has had one night stands with all the other horses)

Slime ("Bottom, Doesn't Like Labels")

King Slut ("Bisexual, Versatile, Transphobic," open relationship with Blue Cheese)

Breakfast ("Lesbain, Bottom" "Lesbains In Love. Engaged!!" with Sunbeam)

According to the board, Blue Cheese, and then maybe Bong Water and Sunbeam (or Slime) are trans

"These are my OCs: DO NOT STEEL!!"

Also, Blitz has at least one erotic printed out photo of imps in horse-costumes making out. who knows how many others

(s2ep4)

Blitz can never read the room when it comes to horses

(s2ep5)

this has probably been true the whole time, but I only just noticed in this episode that Blitz' phone casing says "Ride Me" with an image of a horse and hearts

More horse doodles on the board. Another OC in the bottom right corner?

Cum (name, presumably)

[washed out point]

???

(s2ep6)

Blitz had a little horse teddy in his pocket that fell out during his fight with Fizz

Confirmed kink was developed early in life (at what point did Fizz find out)

(s2ep7)

Just this one as far as I'm aware, but man. it's a good one. his phone case makes an appearance as well

#blitzø x horses #blitzø #blitz #helluva boss #long post

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sasamelons · 1 year

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Announcing Guardian Red Pocket Prompt Fest 2023! 🧧🧧🧧

Hello Guardian fandom, we’re thrilled to announce the Red Pocket Prompts Fest in celebration of Lunar New Year 2023!

Like red pockets (also called red envelopes or red packets) given out during the new year, weddings, and other special occasions, this fest is a way for us share the wealth in the currency of fandom — fanworks and community!

The event runs from the first day of the Gregorian calendar, through Lunar New Year to the end of the first lunar month (ie. Jan 1, 2023 to Feb 19, 2023).

While the Prompt Fest is centred on the Guardian novel by Priest and the drama adaptation, fanworks in all fandoms generally considered "Guardian-related" are welcome, including RPF, Weilan derivative fandoms (ie. based on other works by Bai Yu or Zhu Yilong) as well as any AUs and crossovers!

Visit the AO3 Collection or click Read More below to find out how to participate!

How do I participate?

You can participate by either submitting or claiming a prompt, or both. You may submit and/or claim as many prompts as you like (though we do ask that you only claim a maximum of three secret prompts) — after all, it's all about sharing the wealth!

Please do note that this event operates like a kinkmeme (or throwing virtual red pockets into a group on WeChat, if you're familiar with how that works). There's no guarantee or expectation that every prompt will be claimed by the end of the event.

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Are there any restrictions on pairing, content, rating, or length/quality of work?

There are no restrictions on any of these parameters, as long as the fanwork responds appropriately to the prompt and is properly tagged. Drabbles, sketches and doodles are also very much welcome! The only rule is that fanworks that promote hate or violence against a real world group or individual will not be allowed.

Okay, I'm ready to jump in. But what are these "secret prompts"?

In addition to prompts from all members of fandom which are always visible, the mods have also put together 24 secret/hidden prompts to give you the full red pocket experience — you won't know what's in these "envelopes" until you "open" them! Secret prompts which have been claimed will be revealed every Sunday, starting January 1st — so remember to check back on the prompt you claimed which will have been edited by then.

The 24 secret prompts have been labelled based on the 24 solar terms of the Chinese calendar (as the term implies, each term is based on the movement of the sun), and you can think of these as the "envelopes". Inside each is three prompts vaguely based on the solar term. You may create your work based on any one (or more) of the prompts and you can interpret them as liberally as you like. In order to allow for the greatest flexibility, all prompts avoids nsfw content, specific pairings or characters, and common triggers. We encourage you to be as creative as you want, and most importantly, have fun!

Is there a limit on how many people can claim a single prompt?

Nope! You can even claim a secret prompt after it has been revealed, though of course you won't be getting the surprise of "opening" the envelope.

Are there any rules for what kind of prompts I can submit?

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Like for fills, the only rule is that your prompt should not promote hate or violence towards any real world group or individual.

Is there a deadline for submitting prompts or works?

Sign-ups for submitting prompts will be open from Jan 1, 2023 to Feb 19, 2023. While we encourage you to submit your works during this time as well as part of the Lunar New Year celebrations, the collection will remain open after the event so you may continue to post your works.

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#guardian #zhenhun #镇魂 guardian #镇魂 #GuardianRedPockets2023 #weilan derivatives #zhubai #lunar new year #chinese new year

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nectadraws · 4 months

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so since i discovered astolfo i've been doodling them basically everyday, also there's more not in these pocket calendars (which has potential for coloring.....)

#sketch #my art #astolfo #kuro no rider #rider of black #save me astolfo is in my brain #and is motivating me to color but i can't color

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lexi-the-demon-69 · 2 years

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My Sweet Valentine // A New Life AU Oneshot

Yeah, I know it isn't Valentine's day yet, but I just had to make this idea a oneshot.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

It was a lovely sunny morning in the cookie kingdom. Many cookies were gathering in the town square, setting up for the 1st annual Valentine's day festival! The sound of romance filled the ears of Parfait cookie, who had just woken up from a long overtime shift at the downtown sandwich shop. She sluggishly dragged herself out of bed to check her calendar.

"Wait... IT'S TODAY?!" She exclaimed. "I thought it was tomorrow! Where's that letter I wrote for him?!"

Parfait immediately dug through her nightstand drawer, hoping she didn't misplace or lose it. She spots a piece of white paper, with pink hearts doodled on it and immediately plucked it out.

"Oh thank the witches..." she sighed with relief. "It's safe."

Parfait places the letter into her pocket and heads out the door, with a slice of toast in her hands. As Parfait was walking by, Gingerbrave, Wizard cookie, and Strawberry cookie were busy hanging up streamers. Colored in many different shades of pink, white, purple, and red.

"A little to the left, Wizard cookie!" Gingerbrave exclaimed.

"I'm going as left as I can!"

"Wait no, your other left!"

"I-I thought you meant your left! Y'know what, this is taking too long!" Wizard cookie sputtered as he came down from the ladder and snatched his staff.

"I've been waiting to try out this new spell! Ready to be amazed?~"

"U-um, are you sure about this Wizard cookie?" Strawberry cookie quietly asked, "I-I mean, not to be rude, but what if it doesn't go as well as you hoped?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a top-notch, tip-top, SKILLFUL WIZARD! I-I know what I'm doing. Now, step aside!"

"Ok... if you say so."

Gingerbrave and Strawberry cookie stepped back as Wizard cookie began to perform the spell.

"Wingardium Jelliosa!"

ZAP!

"WIZARD COOKIE!" Gingerbrave and Strawberry cookie exclaimed as they ran to Wizard cookie's side.

"I-I'm alright... Crumbs!" Wizard cookie coughed. "I-I thought I sighted the spell correctly!"

"It's ok, Wizard cookie. Maybe I should try hanging the streamers up and you tell me where to hang them?"

"Hmmm... what about Strawberry cookie?"

"M-ME?!"

"No no no! I didn't mean by hanging them up, I meant by telling us where to hang them."

"Oh... s-sure! I-I can try...!"

"Stupendous! I'll go get another ladder."

Parfait chuckled to herself as she continued on, quickly arriving in the roll cake forest and carefully making her way to Dark Choco's cabin.

"Alright..." Parfait told herself. "It's the big day, the day you confess your feelings! Don't get scared... Dark Choco cookie is a very understanding kind of guy! E-even if he DID say no, he wouldn't cut you out of his life and look at you as a freak of nature and a clown! Right...? C'mon on now, this is just like taking a shot at music! It's no different! Just be confident! Confidence is the key to success!"

Parfait soon spots Dark Choco cookie's cabin as she passes by the green scenery and sprints over to the door. She gently knocks on the door and steps back, as her heart is about to jump out of her chest. Footsteps could be heard, as the door creaked open.

"Hello Dark Choco cookie!"

"Who are you...?"

"Wait what-"

The cookie at the door looked a lot like Dark Choco but didn't look like him at all. the cookie had long, flowing hair with the same white streaks as Dark Choco. His dough was a dark-ish brown color but seemed more faded. His face was circular, accompanied by narrow, purple eyes that were filled with great sorrow. His armor was more polygonal, shiny, with a tint of purple, and just more "pointy". While his long, dark purple cape flowed grandly in the wind. Making him seem stockier than he really is.

"Father...? Who is it?"

"I am... unsure."

Dark Choco cookie appeared behind the tall figure and gently pushed him aside.

"Oh, Parfait cookie... a pleasant surprise."

"Y-yeah! Um.. who's this?"

"Here, come inside."

"A-alright."

Parfait soon entered Dark Choco cookie's cabin, while squeezing by the tall figure who stared daggers at her. She approached the couch and sat down right next to Dark Choco and the tall figure did the same. While a long, awkward silence followed, waiting to be popped by a conversation starter.

"Father," Dark Choco hesitantly said, "this is Parfait cookie. My um... my friend. Parfait, this is my father, Dark Cacao cookie."

"A-a pleasure to meet you, sir!"

"I see... Now, where are my grandchildren?"

"I beg your pardon?-"

"G-grandchildren?!"

"Yes, you two seem to have more than friendship in your relationship."

"F-Father! I-we aren't!"

"W-we aren't dating! We're just close friends!"

"Then, what is that?"

Dark Cacao points at a piece of white paper, with pink hearts doodled on it. Which was right next to Parfait. Her face went white as snow as the king approached and picked up the paper. Trying to snatch the paper out of her crush's father's hands. This only made Dark Cacao more skeptical.

"What is so important on this paper, Parfait cookie?"

"I-I um! I'm a songwriter! A-and it's a song that I wanted to show your son!!"

"Then, you would not mind if I read it?"

"U-u-u-um... uh.."

Dark Cacao then opened the paper and began to read it aloud, right next to his son.

"Dear Dark Choco cookie, Ever since our first meeting, I always wanted to be with you. I still remember our picnics by the soda river. I was strumming my guitar, while you would sit. Swaying back and forth happily as my music played. The little smile I saw on your face shot an arrow through my heart. I was smitten from the very start. And here we are, one year later and you still make my heart flutter whenever I see you. I've seen many cookies in my life, but you're truly a work of art compared to others. You're the most handsome cookie on EarthBread. I love the way my fingers would tangle in between your beautiful hair. As I would hold your head in my lap, under the willow tree right outside, on a warm, sunny day. You're so quiet and reserved but so expressive in your actions. Even though I rarely ever see it, your charming smile would always lift my spirits, even on my worst days. Your adorable laugh can always brighten up any dark room, no matter how dim. I’m so grateful for everything you do for me, from your willingness to listen to my woes to your welcoming company. You truly complete me. The last year has been the happiest of my life. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to always have my best friend by my side. I will always love you, no matter what happens, through thick and thin. I will be absolutely true and faithful to you forever. You are my best friend and soul mate and I will love you until the end of our lives. Forever yours, -Parfait cookie."

...

"This seems a lot like a love letter."

"P-Parfait Cookie..." Dark Choco sputtered, "Do you... really mean what you said...?"

Parfait curled up into a ball, trying to disappear into the couch out of embarrassment. All of her feelings for her crush were laid out on the table for the entire world to see! It's over. Parfait's world was crumbling each second, right in front of her.

'Ah well... screw it, let the world burn.'

"Y-yeah... i-it is. Y-you know what day it is today, right?"

Dark Choco nods.

"I-I thought that it would be the perfect day to tell you, but I didn't know your father would be here today. W-Which I don't mind at all! It's just... um..."

Parfait sighed as she hid her face in her hands.

"I love you... like, a lot. And I wanna be your girlfriend."

To Parfait's shock, Dark Choco pulls her in gently for a hug.

"I do, too."

"R-really?"

"Yes... I do."

Just after that sentence left his mouth, Dark Choco held Parfait's chin and kissed her softly on the lips. Parfait immediately wrapped her arms around his neck happily, wishing the kiss would never end.

"I love you, Dark Choco cookie..."

"I love you, too."

#dark choco cookie #parfait cookie #Dark Choco x Parfait #chocofait #dark cacao cookie #oneshot #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom au

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thisweekingundamwing · 1 year

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This (month)Week in Gundam Wing 26 April - 25 March 2023

Here’s the roundup for February 26th - March 25th!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel

(I’ve kinda dropped the ball for like, a month... whoops. Workin’ on gettin’ myself back on track.)

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@cuteciboulette

As the year ended https://archiveofourown.org/works/45987340

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, In Universe, Post-Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, Get Together, Seasonal, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Archiving posting

Heero, a balcony, mistletoe in the pocket and the list of people Duo could kiss (and those for whom it has already been done).

@gw-ouroboros

Ouroboros (Ch. 7) snippet https://www.tumblr.com/gw-ouroboros/710868506045972480/ouroboros-ch-7-wip

M/M, Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

Heero was intense, deliciously aloof and so incredibly dangerous that Duo couldn’t help but feel attracted to him.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@2pcbart

https://www.tumblr.com/2pcbart/711022723746447360/i-havent-drawn-in-like-half-a-year-but-ive-been

GW Boys climbing, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/710862379540512768/happy-3x4-day-from-space

Quatre/Trowa, fanart

@nullphysics

https://www.tumblr.com/nullphysics/710799355967356929

GW Boy doodles, fanart

@rxntwo

https://rxntwo.tumblr.com/post/710361649674141696/morning-cuddle

Heero/Duo, fanart

@sparkchemy

https://sparkchemy.tumblr.com/post/710343485701718016

Duo/WuFei, fanart

https://sparkchemy.tumblr.com/post/710875638903504896/not-me-being-touch-starved-and-projecting-onto-my

Heero/WuFei/Duo, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/710707223448485888/sometimes-i-forget-how-cute-the-gw-stationary-set

GW Stationary, photoset

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/710910217149382656/a-very-temporary-situation-heero-had-looked

Heero/Duo, Sims, screenshot

Fandom Discourse:

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/712632207063367680/so-this-chatgpt-thing-the-only-thing-i-want-to

ChatGPT discussion

@ghost-proof

https://ghost-proof.tumblr.com/post/710889845335228416/join-the-1x2x1-shrine-discord-server

1x2x1 Shrine Discord Server

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710904113373855744/relena-you-know-heero-maybe-its-just-the

Relena, Heero, & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710813438393319424/duo-whats-the-weirdest-place-youve-ever-had

Duo & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710722940160851969/treize-i-am-not-a-bad-person-i-just-have-a-bad

Treize

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710360535105961984/duo-after-being-caught-in-my-defense-i-simply

Duo

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Battle Scars and Kitchen Cabinets

Stay Tuned https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/710183033337217024/stay-tuned-next-week-as-we-spotlight-each-of-the

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, March 31st! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/712791949771423744/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-march

In need of prompts! (>_> sorry if y’all can tell I’m reusing prompts)

@gwlemonyshenanigans

Lemony Shenanigans 2023! https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/705715266075705344/hello-everyone-were-back-d-sign-ups-are-now

The crafting of goodies is now under way.

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

(It’s in dire need of updating, sorry.)

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #26 February - 25 March 2023

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because-why-not-a-fnaf-blog-too · 2 years

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Random Middle of the night au idea:

‘Good luck charms’ that talk and are helpful for calendar reminders and other short messages, being sold by Fazco after the fire burned the mega ‘plex down (irony fully intended over them being good luck). Also meant to be surveillance to find out what customers want aka what will make them more money when things reopen elsewhere

Each animatronic has a ‘pocket sized’ charm form. Daycare attendant charms are the most purchased option, because it comes in a pair (pricing gives incentive for the whole ‘two for a similar price of just one’). These charms are supposed to be limited AI that can have basic conversation. Supposed to be in place of the ‘real deal’ until reconstruction efforts can be had. Self care reminders and security alerts if chosen when getting the charms.

Plot twist: two daycare attendant charms have Sun and moon’s AI chips in them. Now the two of them are three inches tall and have to deal with that. Now owned by a child that is quick to realize the two aren’t the ‘toy charms’ their parents originally thought they were.

Sun charms have a sun on their outfit and the rest of the tiny clothes are striped. Moon has a little half cape that covers top half of body that has the phases of the moon, with stars on the rest of the clothes including an oversized nightcap.

Some poorly done doodles of my half asleep mind:

#girl help im hyperfixating #daycare attendant fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #good luck charm bois #mistakes were made #fnaf sb au idea #quick doodles

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sunshinegremlin · 7 months

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My September 2023 pocket calendar doodles!

Last month I shared this idea for those who struggle to keep a calendar. Feel free to reblog this and share yours if you do this, or use the tag 'pocket calendar doodles'!

My post about this type of calendar is pinned on my blog 💛

#pocket calendar doodles #calendar #bujo #bullet journal #journal #art #doodle #neurodivergent #mental health #memory #adhd #autistic

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truststock · 2 years

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Magic calculator oldschool tools

Big desk or little desk, Target has every desktop storage options to fit your office space. Now’s the time to embrace organization by freshening up your home office. Running low? Order printer paper, copy paper, filler paper or Labels here and have it shipped straight to your door. Clipboard or clipboard with storage to make note of things, you can also go for a magnetic chalkboard or a traditional chalkboard with chalkboard easel or wooden easel including crayola easel, add a chalk holder to complete the set. You would also need a dry erase calendar or dry erase calendar board to keep a track of things. If you’re in charge of announcements check out the bulletin board papers with a different set of bulletin board borders to go with your message. You can use thumb tacks or push pins to keep things in their place on cork tiles, tri fold poster board or poster boards while magnetic boards and magnetic whiteboard can be a great alternative. While you are at it, get some index card or sticky notes to make pointers. Keep college ruled notebooks, notebooks, memo pad, doodle pad, legal pads, construction paper and all other paper there so the kids can grab it as they need it. ’Cause why haul it all? Clear up valuable desk space by identifying a specific cabinet, side table or zone to store your printer and paper. Order here and then ship it to your college door. Make the most out of your small space with amazing closet organization, dresser drawer organizer and storage kits. For photographers we have matte photo paper. Shredders, fellowes shredder or paper shredders keep information safe and secure. Keep things organized with planner, journals, calendars, day planners, planners, and 2021 planners. Need academic journals, texas instruments calculator, casio calculator, mechanical pencils, scientific calculators or graphing calculators? We’ve got ’em. There’re erasable pens like frixion erasable pens or white out for those who don’t prefer to cross out the words. We’ve felt tip pens, gel pens and pilot g2 pens, Sharpie’s gel, pilot g-2 07, Pilot pens, flair pens including papermate inkjoy gel pens and pen holders to keep all your pens in one place. Add magic markers, window markers, crayola markers, white sharpies, mildliners and chalk markers to your list too. We’ve got 3-ring binders, 3 hole punch, hole puncher, binder covers with binder dividers, bond paper, binder clips, loose-leaf paper, 11x17 papers, paper punches, pocket folders, staples, highlighters, file folders and more. Going back to college soon? Order your tools and equipment here and then ship them to your dorm or apartment to skip the move. And the kiddos are (almost) ready to go back to school. Looking for more options in notebooks? There are spiral notebook, 5-subject notebook, primary composition notebook, marble notebook, dotted notebook and many others for you to choose from. Then there are trapper keepers, card binder, folders, notebooks, notebook paper, stationery papers, scissors or left handed scissors, duct tape, dry erase calendars, globe and composition notebooks, Whiteboards and more-all in one easy place. Get pencils with pencil holder, erasers, pencil sharpeners or electric pencil sharpener. It’s the fastest way to shop for all the top school supplies. Another little helper is our School List Assist.

#Magic calculator oldschool tools

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easternblocrelics · 4 years

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Legyen a szívügye! Előzzük meg a baleseteket! - SZOT (Szakszervezetek Országos Tanácsa) munkavédelmi osztály Let it be your heart’s desire! Let’s prevent accidents! - NCTU’s (National Council of Trade Unions) labor protection division 1983

#safety #SZOT #card #calendar #pocket calendar #hungary #hungarian #vintage #eastern bloc #socialist #socialism #ad #advertistment #doodle

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tartagilicious · 3 years

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THEIR AESTHETICS ;

LUKE: hearts pressed into toast. pink and orange sunrises. spiked strawberry lemonade. golden lockets. messy hair. old rock songs. subtle breezes. unconditional laughter. half-cut birthday cakes. late night excursions. handwritten notes. creased polaroids. the smell of old paper and the outdoors. drawn out kisses. busy intersections. matching mug sets. squinting at road signs. promise rings. barely made beds. sparklers. the beachside. cartoon-y throw pillows.

VYN: umbrellas on a rainy day. hopeful gazes. a stack of newly bought textbooks. early breakfasts. slow song vinyls. perfectly timed winds. long flights. tender touches. thoughtful gifts. street musicians. the crunch of dead flowers underfoot. adoring smiles. carefully tabbed books. pound cake. rhetorical questions. foggy glasses. quick thinking. crowded city streets. taking personality tests over and over. groomed bushes. thoroughly used calendars.

MARIUS: window markers. statement pieces. small desserts. buying mirrors. lingering hands. art galleries. expensive jewellery. seeing your breath in the cold. romcom movies. chaotic tote bags. lone stairwells. convenience stores. late-night trysts. fat cats. public murals. faint blushes. doodles outside of a margin. discussions under the stars. candy from foreign countries. large art studios. stomping in puddles. risqué paintings. tangled headphones.

ARTEM: mountain views. marked cookbooks. polished shoes. soft smiles. a long to-watch list. greek sculptures. homegrown gardens. piano songs. bunched up sheets. the humidity after a storm. clothes drying on a line. neat handwriting. humble achievements. handmade pottery. unwavering protection. sparkling wine. clear umbrellas. regulars at a coffee shop. holding your hand in his pocket. the flash of cameras. boyish excitement

#tears of themis #tot #luke pearce #vyn richter #marius von hagen #artem wing #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis headcanons #tot x reader #tot headcanons

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circethegoblin · 3 years

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STAYING ALIVE MASTERPOST, FROM A BROKE TEEN WITH ADHD

here you go. some down to earth tips on how to not die metally nor physically.

tired of those "drink three liters of water everyday uwu" and "wake up at 5 am" and "buy a bath bomb and a fec mask and some other things you don't have the money for" shit? i'm here for ya.

1. NOT DYING

eat at least three meals a day, one of which m u s t be warm and above 300 kcal (it can be istant ramen with an egg added if you have to)

you technically should shower everyday, but we know how it is. A change of clothes is sometimes enough.

DRY SHAMPOO AND BABY WIPES!!!

keep bottles with water everywhere. On your desk, near that spot on the floor you always end up sitting on, near your bed, basically whenever you know you spend a lot of time. No need to get up and go to the kitchen will help. Obviously change the water in the bottles as often as you can.

Get some form of physical activity. It doesn't have to be much, you can for example replace scrolling on tiktok by walking around your room and scrolling on tiktok! Brilliant, isn't it? Obviously, running or doing those 10 minutes workouts from youtube is better, but you are still getting like an hour of walking.

Buy blankets. Steal blankets. Summon blankets from other dimensions. Just make sure you have a lot of warm, soft blankets in your house. You will thank me when you won't have the anergy to wash your sheets (just take them off and throw some blankets on your bed), or when the power goes out.

If you have pets, ALWAYS keep spare food that'll last for a week for them.

things to always have in the kitchen: milk, eggs, flour, rice, pasta, yeast, cheese, oil, a leafy vegetable, onions, tomatoes, apples, patatoes, some flavourful sauce, sugar, salt, spices and an emergency chocolate bar. You can make a lot of food with those. Just make sure you won't eat the chocolate too fast.

Have a lot of spare batteries. A lot.

Get urself a flashlight, a lighter, and a pocket knife.

Remember the apples? eat one a day. if you don't like apples or you can't eat them for any other reason, you can take a kiwi, banana, orange, basically something that will give you vitamins and non processed sugar.

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

drugs from that one guy around the corner = very bad time

2. NOT DYING INSIDE

Open the damn window.

Don't watch so many commentary videos. You are probably not even checking the sources, so you can easily make unjust judgement, and like. did you even hear of half of those people before?

make a discord server just for yourself. get into the habit of writing little things that happened to you there. rant about the fanfics you read. or the movies. vent there if you don't have anyone you can vent to. write your ideas there, write e v e r y t h i n g. make a section for passwords, for quick ideas, for your to do lists. you won't lose it as you do with sticky notes or notebooks. there is no risk anyone will see it. oh, and when you'll have a strong impulse to tell emily that you hate her? write that message in your private server and list all ur arguments. look at tat the next day and decide if you really mean that.

life sucks. come to peace with it.

cuddle ur pets if you have them

1 hour a day without a lot of sensory input. if you have to, reduce to half an hour.

if you find yourself scrolling endlessly through social media, make sure it's pintrest (just don't compare urself to the people here; if you have issues with that, tumblr may be better)

delete. twitter. from. your. phone.

influencers are lying to you; maybe not even intentionally. remember when you were watching that cute-aesthetic-productive morning routine, and you were wondering why your life isn't that pretty? why your room is a mess? why you cannot for the life of god be aesthetic 24/7? its the filter. don't worry about it, their lifes arent that nice either.

realize there's actually nothing stopping you from screaming as loud as you can right now. like there is no physical barrier. think about it. realize there's no actual physical barierr to many other things.

your body is your body. you can decide how it looks like; just remember it's in your greatest interest to keep it healthy.

3. BEING A LITTLE BETTER THAN JUST ALIVE

If you wear make up, take it off before you go to sleep.

moisturize your body; everything is better when your skin doesn't feel dry

have a one brand of cosmetics that you love and buy things mainly from it. they often have sets of products that complete each other. i like ziaja. it's a polish brand, it's surprisingly cheap and has nice quality

cleanser, moisturizer, face mist

of you can, change your sheets once every two weeks

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

do a deep house clean once a month (don't beat yourself up when you don't tho)

keep your workspace organized (it doesn't have to look organized to other people, remember)

sunscreen

cook your own food

keep a calendar

no money for scented candles? got ya. make a simmer pot: throw some apple peel, a couple of cinnamon sticks and whatever spices that smell good you have into a pot, add some water and simmer. boom. your house smells good, and you haven't spend 20 dollars.

If you really like candles, buy scented wax melts. it's cheaper.

Buy urself scented mists. they're pretty cheap and will make you feel A LOT better.

keep your clothes clean. if you aren't sure if that shirt thats on your chair is dirty or not, throw it in the washing mashine anyway. better be sure.

if you can, make your bed right when you get up

wear clothes that make you feel good. put some effort into your outfits. really.

4. OTHER PEOPLE

be nice to essential workers.

if you have money, give tips.

remember, you do not owe anyone love; it is not something you can force. even if they saved your life. even when they helped you in your darkest time. if you don't love them, you don't.

you don't have to be in a romantic relationship to be happy.

if you want to, date! date everyone! date girls, date boys, date nonbinary people! date people completly different than you, date people from different countries, date them!!! just make sure they're kind and won't kill you. even if you don't end up in a relationship, you can learn a lot.

don't be afraid to piss off people that deserve it

smile to strangers :)

5. NOT FAILING SCHOOL

heard of dark academia? check it out

romanticize the heck out of studying

do not let your studying be just reading the same partagraph over and over again. it won't work. believe me.

seterra for geography, quizlet for everything else

try to make yourself intrestet in whatever you are studying (watch veritasium, listen to podcasts about weird history facts)

notes are for you and you only; don't worry about them looking pretty. doodle on margins, make weird metaphors, squeeze in as much info as you can.

when you're studying, listen to music without words/in a language you don't understand.

chew gum while you study

get the forest app, get attached to the trees, focus.

don't feel guilty for taking breaks

grades aren't everything, but they are important.

eat something in school

don't just use the cheapest pens. invest a couple dollars in something that will make writing enjoyable and smooth

those study with me videos? they're great

if you like to argue with the teachers, take care of your grades becouse. they may not like you afterwards.

be nice to your classmates and help them with homework. if you don't do your homework they'll help you

executive dysfunction won't let you study? been there. sometimes it's better to wake up ealier tommorow and do that homework then.

don't feel guilty for failing a test

go to the goddamn class

don't pull all nighters oh my god don't especially on weekdays

6. OTHER LIFEHACKS

don't get involved in the crime, and if you do always have a believable explanation why you were doing it

have different alarm sounds for every day of the week

set a daily limit of money that you spend

great hobbies that don't require a lot of money; urban exploration, writing, hiking and learning other languages

thrift stores

don't eat grapefruits while on meds

nail polish removers dissolve most strong glues.

if you have a cut on your skin, desinfect it. do it. please just do it.

always have pads with you. even if you don't get periods, at least one of your friends probably does

#life hacks #life #not dying #staying alive #no one will see this #who cares though

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it’s only sharing a disgustingly sweet milkshake at the local college town diner after both of your evening classes that suna graciously provides the answers to the math homework.

the spongy pencil eraser is easy for you to sink your teeth into as you puzzle over his handwriting. “you know,” you mumble around the nib, trying to figure out if that’s a 5 or a 6, “i never know why you do this to me every week.” this time the drink with two plastic straws floating in an unhealthy heaping of whip cream is a syrupy strawberry flavor.

rintarou tips forward to sip at one of them and in your peripheral, chunky pink-coated fruit pieces travel up the clear tube and disappear between his lips. he releases the straw with an annoying ah that makes you frown, even if you weren’t concentrating in the first place. “aw, don’t tell me you don’t like hanging out with me.” he feigns hurt.

a well placed sip of your own allows you to avoid having to answer that—you have a personal rule of never being sappy in the presence of calculus. if you didn’t like him, suna knows you wouldn’t be hanging out with him—there are just some things you can’t do, even if it’s for the sake of your grade. none of this has to be said out loud of course, but he decides to be annoying and ask anyway.

actually—well... maybe hanging out is... not exactly how this appears to bystanders.

sharing a drink like this, you two probably look more like a couple on a (terribly cheap) afternoon date, rather than two broke college students that split meals to save money and believe that sharing answers for homework isn’t cheating, it’s collaboration.

ha, as if it would ever be different—things like the former never come true. maybe in movies, but that’s about where the line is drawn.

as if he knows what you’re thinking, suna raises an eyebrow at you over the glass, a smile playing on his lips—the same stupid look he always gives you. it feels particularly worse this evening.

it’s hard to avoid eye contact with him mere inches away, but you manage when a car painted a very interesting shade of red rumbles past the fingerprint covered window. you’re grateful for the distraction.

the subject changes when you realize suna has terrible taste when it comes to ordering milkshakes. “what flavor is this?” you spit out the word as though the very concept of calling this a real flavor is more disgusting than the drink itself, smacking your lips and screwing up your face at the excessively saccharine, artificial strawberry aftertaste.

this is no ordinary strawberry milkshake. no, this is a so-bad-only-suna-rintarou-would-order-something-this-horrible-(and-not-necessarily-on-purpose-either) strawberry milkshake.

“valentine’s valor,” he states matter-of-factly like those words mean anything to you. you stare at him until he elaborates. “their valentine’s special,” he clarifies and is gifted with a sarcastic thumbs-up from you in thanks—it is pointedly ignored and suna slings an arm over back of his seat. “dunno the exact flavor though. forgot.”

it tastes like the embodiment of pink, you decide. valentine’s valor. what a stupid name. there are a million and one better words that start with v... you can name at least five with a little thinking. you should ask them to hire you as part of their marketing team, you decide.

maybe it’s fitting title though. you certainly need valor to even think about taking another sip of that... concoction—which you do because you are obsessed with getting your money’s worth.

“valentine’s day was half a week ago?” your mental calendar helpfully supplies.

the clatter of pans in the back kitchen somehow mingles charmingly with the way rintarou throws his head back to laugh—a scene straight out of a movie really. you decide you hate him in the moment. “right you are. want a prize?” ugh. you stick your tongue out at his tone.

great. as if to add insult to injury, of course you’re sharing an out-of-date love holiday special with suna of all people. valentine’s was four days ago and this is where you are on a thursday night. the sticky upholstery of the booth seat, ripped and fraying at the corners, squeaks and groans and attaches itself to the fabric of your jeans as you shift around, suddenly hot. what a strange situation to be in, you think. this has to be a metaphor for life—then again, you’d been thinking this whole... thing has been a metaphor anyway.

yup, ever since suna sat next to you in a calculus II lecture all those fated months ago and took pity on how much you fucking sucked at math, up until the present where he takes slightly less pity on you but does enjoy emptying your dorm mini-fridge and making you pay for his milkshakes—all of it. this entire thing with him. one big stupid metaphor.

the specifics of how you came to have a routine like this are certainly murky, but two things are for certain—one, your calculus grade is certainly a lot better than it would have been otherwise, and two, you have one friend more than you did at the start of the school year. (that last one is kind of a big deal, you think. the college social scene is brutal. the word friend has started to become more disappointing than exhilarating lately though.)

rin reaches to your left to pick at the fries you’d ordered as a side—you’ve learned not to try and stop him. “also,” he adds, mouth full, “you’re totally getting me a new pencil after this.” yes, true, the pencil you’re currently leaving frustrated teeth marks all over isn’t yours. very easy to forget in the moment. you’ve probably destroyed 15 of his pencils by now for the 15 weeks of the last semester—only 7 so far for the current one. you do the mental math.

instead of drawing in the sharp lines of the differential equation that should be going in the question box, you lightly trace in the curves of a 2 and then another one next to it in the corner of the worksheet, graphite underlining them both in one swoop. the horribly thin paper of the school library’s printer is scratchy as you write but soon you flip the pencil over and under your fingers to tap the eraser (that has seen better days) just below what you wrote. “this is pencil number 22.”

suna leans over to look at the number as if you hadn’t just told him what it said. what an idiot. “glad you’re keeping count.” he settles back into his seat. “when can i expect my reimbursement?”

“you’re funny,” you say, without a hint of humor in your voice. the pretty 22 you had written now has flower petals growing off of the sides as you get distracted doodling along the edges of your work. it’s quiet for a moment as he watches you, or maybe as he takes the chance while you’re distracted to shove more french fries down his throat—either option is plausible and you don’t lift your eyes to check.

something occurs to you.

“rin.” you take an extended pause in between the words as you continue drawing, just to annoy him. you don’t continue speaking until he grumbles in acknowledgment (you try to hide your smile). “do you ever doodle in your notebooks?” now that you thought about it, suna was surprisingly pretty straight-laced when it came to class—you couldn’t ever recall him ever slacking off to the degree that meant his pages were filled with hearts and stars and flowers and suns and atomically inaccurate animals and tiny people in different colored ink. your work was always certainly the more vibrant out of the two (perhaps that could explain your grades and how you understand like... nothing in your lectures, but you decide correlation does not equal causation).

“waste of time,” he says around another mouthful of fries, another one already halfway there to his mouth.

suna is also surprisingly negative at times—but the blue book flipped open to his homework says maybe he’s just a liar though. you squint at it.

“it’s still pretty early but we probably should get out of here soon,” suna says, pulling his phone out from his pocket to check the time and leaning his elbows on the table. “i’ll walk you back. your roomie doesn’t leave the gym until 9—before you ask, yes i’ve been keeping track. it’s not stalking if it’s for my own sake.”—rin is, of course, referring to the long standing rivalry between him and your (very nice, might you add) roommate you don’t really understand but which has cumulated in him deciding he would avoid them as much as humanly possible purely out of spite. (“the only person i like in dorm 302 is you,” he’d told you one time and the throwaway sentence maybe made your heart flutter more than it probably should’ve.)

the bell above the front door jingles behind you as another patron enters. rin glances up at the sound and then returns to his phone with a bored bat of his eyes, probably scrolling through twitter or replying to texts, and picking at his teeth with a toothpick (where did he even get that?).

you try to get back to work (copying) but something in your gut tells you there’s more to his notebook than the messy handwriting and crossed out words that meet the eye.

with suna distracted, you take the chance to carefully slide the book towards you and then, in a single quick swipe, pull it into your lap under the table, already leafing to the back pages—everyone knows that’s where the real secrets are—not sure what to expect. a flash of color makes you pause and you flip back to a page that has the corner folded into a tiny, crisp triangle.

whatever you were thinking suna had stashed in the back of his calculus notebook certainly does not match up with what’s staring you in the face currently. sparkly, gel-inked hearts in neon colors glitter under the fluorescent overheads. in each of them, written in capital letters neater than you thought possible for suna, is your initials, a small plus sign in the middle, and then S.R. (for none other than suna rinatoru) next to it. it instantly makes sense to you. “rin, what the fuck.” one side of the book dangles from your hand, pages fluttering, and you hold it up for him to see, other hand flying to cover your mouth because you don’t know whether to laugh or pretend to be mortified or what.

it’s very amusing to watch how suna goes from a disinterested stare, to widened eyes, to reaching over the heaps of school supplies to attempt to grab the book from you, frantic. you hold it just out of reach. “what are you—” an old lady at a table shushes him when he half-screams. “—give that back,” suna whisper-yells instead in the greatest verbal equivalent of tiny caps you’ve ever heard.

“not a chance.”

he looks like he wants to lunge across the table and pry his prized possession from your meddling hands, but also has half the mind not to make a scene. getting kicked out and then subsequently banned from his favorite diner all on a noise complaint and disorderly conduct accusation was not ideal.

you hum, flip back to your place, and observe the drawings covering the lined pages. you shoot him a venomous smirk over the edge of the cover, one that’s more theatrics than anything, and say with all the satisfaction of someone who knows they have all the power, “oh, this is gold.” he deflates and you feel grateful he doesn’t see right through your facade because oh man are you sweating inside right now. what the fuck? no way suna rintarou is drawing little hearts with both of your initials in it like a lovesick middle schooler. no fucking way. you almost want to tell him that you did the same thing once when the thoughts about him had gotten especially bad (you felt guilty afterwards though, thinking you never had a chance with him, but... now... if he’s doing the same—well, that kind of changes everything).

suna is utterly defeated you think—doesn’t even try to defend himself, just slumps in his seat with a groan. you at least expected a “i can explain!” from him, a last attempt at dignity, not the resigned “i’m never going to live this down, am i?” he mumbles after a few seconds. well, either works for you.

“nope,” you quip, maybe a little too cheerfully because the response you receive is a distressed wail and him banging his head against the table. the old lady shushes him again. you chuckle at that (it feels a little wobbly though because once again, freaking out here) and flip the page. you stop.

this one has similar perfect little hearts drawn all over it, but there are other things. cute, standard shaky drawings of misshapen dogs and volleyballs and other things you never thought suna would take it upon himself to create but all of which make sense are there. but there’s something else. little scribbles in the corners with your last name swapped with his and even him trying out his name with your last one—all of them are scratched out but not so much you can’t read them. a list on the right in a very tiny font that makes you think he was embarrassed even penning the words is titled “date ideas?” (the question mark is in red and the dot is a heart) and has several popular spots around town written down in the local lingo of unofficial names for them.

“listen... please let’s forget about this.” rin’s voice is muffled and he’s still faceplanted. “it’s fine if you don’t... you know... yeah.” if you don’t feel that way, he means. true, the doodles were a pretty good indication of his feelings.

what to do...

well... you take pity on him, let your lips upturn and your eyes soften to reflect the sentiment, and shut the book with a quiet thud. you slide it back across the table from where it came and back to him silently. you give it a resounding pat when suna peeks up at you, expression saying it all—he was so going to get you back for this. you stick your tongue out—acceptance of the challenge. and just like that, you’re friends again—maybe that’s what’s so great about suna.

as you get ready to leave and slowly begin the trek back to the dorm buildings with him, street lamps glimmering a pasty yellow, there’s no awkward tension, no need to ask questions, no verbal wonderings about what ifs between you two. it’s just joking and shoving each other around and challenges to see who can run to the next tree the fastest in the middle of the chilly february night. you know, maybe for now you’ll keep your own thoughts a secret.

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