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beatrixstonehill2 · 3 months

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"Look at how big my titties are getting.... so full of milk! I look like a regular breeding cow already. It's so wonderful seeing my pretty little boobs start to get so heavy and swollen. Pregnancy is amazingly fun! I was a bit worried when my doctor said he signed me up for this! I mean, I've been living as a girl for a little while now and my transition has been going super well. But as soon as I turned 18 he was like, "Emily, now that you're old enough I think you're ready to start carrying a few kids, don't you?" I was like "Uhhhh, sure?" And he had me sign all these wavers, despite me not 100% knowing what I was getting myself into!

Soooo, apparently I was entered into a trial to be continually impregnated on high doses of fertility drugs for a decade. My paperwork says that 'the patient's uterus is expected to produce a minimum of 100 kids in that time.' The minimum!? Ummmm...... wow. But I'm not too surprised. I'm only like six months along and I look huge. It's definitely making playing field hockey a lot more challenging, but as expected we are college girls now so over half of us are pregnant anyway. So I guess it's not a huge deal but when the other girls check me or tackle me I feel like my belly's gonna pop like a balloon, which would be fun to see, I suppose.... Hasn't happened yet though!

So, not only was I forcibly entered into this clinical breeding trial or whatever but I realized the procedure was pretty quick.... I asked my surgeon and I'm not going on Rocket, so I'm not giving birth urethrally, and they didn't hook my birth canal up anywhere, so I won't be giving birth anally like a lot of trans girls..... I decided to ask if they intended to do a new surgery and they said no. So I asked how am I giving birth? The people running the trial said a small device is hooked to my womb, when my babies are ready it'll emit a signal, telling them where I am.....

Guys, get this: I won't know when it's going off. They said they only perform the retrieval between 9-5 Mon-Fri. So I'll be at school or out, going about my day and they'll come by. Allegedly they'll have me take off my clothes wherever I am, they'll smear my belly with numbing cream, and..... perform a C-Section no matter where I am. College? A crowded mall? A movie theater? I'll have no choice, they'll just rip off my clothes, prep me, and open my belly like it's a casual, minor test they're performing, like drawing blood or weighing me or something. Then they'll take my babies to the usual government-owned civilian living centers all these babies are raised at by all these government-appointed breeders who manage to make it to thirty. I might end up being a full-time mom like that one day, if I'm lucky and I don't pop! So.... I have public C-Sections to look forward to! Wonder if it happens even if some random guy is fucking me as I try to go about my day? Wouldn't surprise me one bit.....

Guess I'm still glad I transitioned, even if being forced to have a uterus and pump out babies like a factory was not how I envisioned my twenties. No big deal, I guess. I love having this huge belly, and guys and girls go crazy about it! They go even crazier when they see I have a nice, thick cock between my legs, too.... I feel like it's getting even bigger lately, maybe it's just getting swollen because I jerk off so often? And every other person I run into gives it a few healthy tugs when they reach up my skirt or dresses..... Mmmmm, speaking of which I think I'm gonna put on a cute tiny dress and go out clubbing tonight. My poor pregnant body is just begging to be pounded by twenty or thirty cocks..... I'm sure my professors will understand if I'm late to class tomorrow!"

#pregnant trans #trans girl pregnant #pregnant mtf #pregnant kink #breeding k1nk

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silent-stories · 9 months

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

Pairing: Eddie x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie can't sleep and you find out it's because he has to go back to school after his name was cleared.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of scars and bullying

Note: everything i write lately feels just so stupid and without any emotion so i don’t really know how to feel about this :')

When you woke up you immediately realized that something had changed, that something was wrong and when you turned around in bed and found an empty space next to you you understood what it was: Eddie was no longer with you.

Eddie, who would be back in school the next day after the Upside Down and after Hopper cleared his name.

The sheet slipped off your body as you got out of bed, you grabbed one of the shirts Eddie had left on a chair, and slipped it on as you walked down the short corridor of his trailer.

You found him sitting in the dark of the kitchen corner and, if it hadn't been for the moonbeams filtering through the window, you probably wouldn't have even seen him.

He was staring at an indefinite point in front of him, as if absorbed in his deepest thoughts.

"Eddie?" you softly asked, walking slowly towards him.

He snapped his head up, relaxing and slightly smiling seeing you. "Hey sweetheart. I woke you up didn't I? The walls are so thin you can hear every little noise here."

When you reached him, stopping in front of him still sitting on the chair, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and push you close to him, between his legs.

"It's not because you made noise, Teddie. My boy wasn't next to me anymore, I could feel it."

He rested his head on your chest for a moment. "I'm sorry." He murmured then.

"Don't be. What woke you up?"

"Fear." His voice was shaky.

"Fear of what?" You reached out a hand, rubbing his shoulder and drawing circles with your thumb, as if to calm him down.

"Of going back there." His voice was thin and almost frightened, like a child's afraid to go to the doctor.

"Eddie-"

"Don't tell me everything will be fine, I know it won't. Those people treated me like shit before everything happened, I can't even imagine what they'll do tomorrow when I'll be back at school. Because even if your cop friend told everyone I was innocent, for the rest of the town I'll always be the responsible, the murderer, the freak. They wanted me dead before, now they want it even more." His eyes were watery and his hands on his waist were now gripping the Metallica shirt you'd put on a few minutes before, as if he was afraid you were going to run away, tired of all the problems being with him entailed.

"So please don't tell me everything will be fine, that no one will yell at me when I'll walk down the hallway tomorrow and that I won't find my locker covered in indelible writing and etchings because I know people can be so fucking mean. And I know tomorrow they will be." His tone wasn't angry, he sounded more defeated, and tired.

Your hand on his shoulder gently moved a few inches, finding the base of his neck and continued to gently caress the scarred skin there.

"I'm not saying that."

Eddie tilted his head slightly, like a puppy who doesn't understand what's going on.

"I'm not saying it will be easy. But I'm saying I'll be there with you. I'm saying that I'm going to sit next to you in every class and we'll walk down those goddamn hallways together. You won't be alone, okay?"

There you were again, showing him what it felt like to be cared for. To be loved. Eddie thought he'd never really get used to that.

He slowly stood up, his hands on your waist softly pushing you against him as he wrapped his arms around you. He left a kiss on your hairline before resting his chin on your head and standing there in the middle of the trailer, just holding you.

"I'm just so fucking scared." He mumbled against your hair.

"I know" your hand gently stroked his back. "I'll be with you. We'll be with you and I won't let them hurt you."

Eddie knew that by "we" you meant all of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin as well.

After a few moments he placed his hands on your shoulders to slightly pull you away so that he could see you in the eyes, and then cupped your face with his hands. His thumbs gently ran on your cheeks.

It was weird not feeling the sensation of the rings that he took off just to go to bed against your skin.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" He asked, now softly smiling at you.

"You tell me that only about a hundred times a day, so I'm not sure yet."

He chuckled and you loved that sound.

You reached up, your thumb carefully traced the outline of his lower lip, engraving the image of him to your heart forever.

His eyes were sparkling in the dark, his skin was lightly illuminated by the moonlight, the scars on his arms and neck looked silver in it and his hair was a total mess but you knew it was one of the softest things you've ever touched in your entire life.

He leaned towards your touch. "I'll say it again then: I love you."

"I live you too." You giggled. "And with that, we should be at hundred and one."

The answer you got was the feeling of his soft lips molding together with yours in a sweer kiss that was somewhere between a way to tell you he loved you and a way to shut you up.

"How about we go back to bed and you try to sleep again?" You asked.

He nodded as your hand slipped into his, as it would every time in the school parking lot until you entered the classroom.

You walked down the corridor again and reached his room.

There, when Eddie rested his head on your stomach and wrapped his arms around you as you ran your fingers through his hair and caressed his back, he thought it didn't matter what happened the next day, what other people said or how they looked at him. You were with him, the Hellfire was with him, his friends, his family was with him and they wouldn't leave him and that was all he really needed.

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#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

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its-vannah · 1 year

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Vigilante Sh*t | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: Y'all, this is a bad b*tch fic. Prepare yourselves.

Warnings: Death of a major character, attempted murder, divorce, arranged marriage, marriage, mentions of consummating a marriage, pregnancy

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For as long as you can remember, Lucerys Velaryon had been one of your closest friends. As children, the two of you were much too timid to meddle with politics. You preferred to stay out of the limelight.

That was until you had recieved the news of his death. When a messenger had told you what had happened, you felt your knees give out beneath you.

Don't get sad, get even

Steadying yourself against a nearby wall, you tried to calm your nerves. He wasn't meant to die. Not now, not this young. And you were ready for revenge—even if it meant taking it out on your own husband.

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When it has been announced that you were betrothed to Aemond Targaryen, your family had been thrilled. Finally, one of their children would marry into nobility.

But you were severely disappointed.

From what you had seen, Aemond was a menacing, cruel man who did anything he could to elevate his status. You had heard rumors that, if he could, he'd kill his own brother to become King.

Even Lucerys feared for your safety entering a marriage with him, reminding you that your friendship would be put on hold. But trying to convince your parents to end the betrothal was impossible. It was too late.

Still, Lucerys had persisted.

"Couldn't you be wed to Jace?" He suggested, "He's still nobility. Your parents would be happy, woukdnt they? Please, Y/N, just try."

You raised a brow, "You want me to marry your brother?"

Someone sweet and kind and fun

He shrugged, "I think it'd be quite a nice match, actually."

"It's too late, Luc, I already tried. They'll have my head if I go against their wishes."

With a frown, he admitted defeat, "I just don't want to lose you. You're the closest friend I have. You're like a sister, really."

Pulling him into a hug, you pressed a kiss to his temple, "That will never change, Luc. I promise."

Until you found out that he had died, and your husband had been the one who killed him.

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Nothing made your blood boil more. He would regret his decision one way or another.

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Your handmaiden pulled a velvet black dress over your head, lacing it in the back until it was perfectly draped over your body.

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

It was a bold move, on your part. To wear Targaryen black in a sea of Hightower green. But it was a move you were willing to take.

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man

Tucking a dagger in your bodice, you were ready for revenge.

They say looks can kill and I might try

Making your way to the dining hall, you remained stoic even in your grief. You were going to get your way.

Entering the hall, you moved to sit beside Aemond. Normally, he didn't even bat an eye your way. But when he saw his mother's cold hard stare your direction, his shot you a warning glance.

Taking a seat, he grabbed you by the wrist, practically hissing at you.

"You're upsetting the Queen," He said in a low whisper, "Out of all the gowns you have, you chose one so bold?"

I don't dress for women

You played dumb, "Bold? This is one of my favorites. Didn't you know?"

"Remove it."

I don't dress for men

"Right here? I hardly think its appropriate," You replied, the corners of your mouth going up, "No, I think I'll leave it on."

Tightening his grip on your wrist, he grit his teeth, "Now."

And I don't dress for villains

"My life doesn't revolve around you, Aemond," You hissed, "I'll wear what I wish."

"Don't make me ask you again."

The lady simply had enough

"Don't make me say no, then." You said, eyes narrowing.

And crossing all of mine

Pulling you up from your chair by the wrist, the whole table turned to look at the two of you.

While he was doing lines

Aemond forced a smile on his face, "Excuse us, Lady Y/N has some matters she'd like to discuss."

It was so silent that you could only hear the clicking of Aemond's boots against the stone floor.

I'm on my vigilante shh again

Shoving you into your chambers, you fell back onto the floor, catching yourself with your hands. Reaching into your bodice, you pulled out your dagger, lunging towards him with the weapon held high.

He spun you back, kicking your ankle out, and pinned half of your body to the bed, the dagger now held firmly to your throat.

Through bated breaths, tears pricked your eyes, "You took the life of the one person who meant the world to me."

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

"It was an accident."

Grunting, you shook your head, careful to avoid the edge of the knife, "Doesn't change the fact that you didn't, and that he's dead."

He was silent, so you continued, "Let me free. Annul our marriage and I will go without a word."

"A word of what?"

She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some

You inhaled, "The bastard you fathered with my handmaiden. I'm sure your mother would be delighted to hear of it."

"How did you figure it out?"

Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

"It wasn't that hard," You said, "Isn't she pregnant again?"

He loosened his grip, "I let you go, and you go without a word?"

"Not a sound," You promised, "And you're secret—and image—will remain intact."

He groaned, pushing himself off of you, "You're a vile woman, you know that?"

"And you're a sick, twisted man."

The marriage was annulled the next morning, and Aemond explained that your marriage had never been consummated. To tell the truth, he had been too drunk to remember if that had been accurate.

Although he was initially denied the request by Allicent, he reminded his mother that, out of all the women in the seventh, he could find another with more power to her name to carry his children. He didn't want the Targaryen name to be soiled by his wife.

After his mother nodded to Aegon, it didn't take long for the marriage to be annulled. By that point, you were already on your way to Driftmark.

You had left with a small trunk of your belongings, opting to leave anything with a hint of your past life with Aemond behind. No green dresses or hair pins, no Hightower crests.

Knowing your family would refuse to allow you back into their home, you went to the only place that ever really felt like home.

Walking into the keep, you were suddenly overcome with grief. You were in the gardens, where you snd Lucerys had chased each other as children.

The memories, however sweet they once were, now felt painful. You tried to push them away, unable to come to terms with your grief.

Kneeling in front of a stone bench, you traced the spot where your initials had been engraved. He had always felt like a brother to you, and now he was gone.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you, and immediately jumped, the hood of your cloak slipping off your head and onto your shoulders.

Turning around, your eyes met Jace Velaryon's. Surprise settled into your body as he looked down on you.

And she looks so pretty

"Y/N?" He asked, convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Jumping up from your spot beside the bench, you wrapped him in a tight embrace, arms thrown around his shoulders.

Your feet dangled off the ground as he returned the embrace, burying his head in your shoulder while supporting your weight.

"I'm sorry, Jace," Your voice was just above a whisper, "I know how much he meant to you."

He just held you tighter in response, setting you back down a moment later, filled with questions.

"How—Why—When—" Jace furrowed his brows, unsure of the reason of your arrival, "Is he here?"

You shook your head, "No, I traveled alone. It'll all make sense soon, I promise. But I need to speak with your mother."

He nodded, "I'll see if I can arrange something later in the day. She's busy at the moment. Please, come inside, it's far too cold to be out here."

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That evening, you spoke with Rhanerya, explaining the events that had brought you to Driftmark. Touched by the love you had for her son, she pulled you into a hug, commending your bravery and sacrifice.

She welcomed you to stay with open arms, and instructed her eldest son to help you get settled.

That's when something in you switched. During the next few months at Driftmark, you and Jace became closer and closer, eventually sharing a kiss in the gardens on the very bench he had found you.

It wasn't even a month later that the two of you were wed in a large ceremony, with the people of Driftmark in attendance.

For the first time since you had been shipped off to marry Aemond, and since Luc had died, you were genuinely happy.

After the wedding, Jace took you back to your shared chambers, kissing you softly, "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I'll be waiting when you're ready."

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

But nothing could keep you away from your husband. Pulling him down on the bed, you consummated your marriage that night. On that same night, unbeknownst to you, you conceived your first child.

The next time you saw your ex-husband, he was in chains in the middle of Driftmark, at the mercy of Queen Rhaenyra. And you were standing beside Jace, his hand on your swollen stomach as she decided his face.

You couldn't help but smile. Luc may not have been with you, but you couldn't have been happier alongside your husband, as the new princess, waiting for the arrival of your first child.

I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends

Gazing up at Jace, he caught your eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

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ask-the-bone-boys · 4 months

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ATBB's Future

Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh

Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!

Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.

I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.

I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.

So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!

This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha

This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?

As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!

And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.

You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.

I think you guys would really like to meet him.

But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!

#LONG ass post sorry guys but i wanted to cover all my bases 😌#ooc #actually i think im gonna add the bone boys tag too just to make things less confusing for any chrono readers #bone boys #i might post some sneak peeks of my current wips a bit later just to prove i AM actually working on it lol #woulda put it here but its wayyyyyyyy too long n i didn't wanna add a cut 😔#i hope you guys can get excited about the send off event tho... it probably wont last longer than a month but i think itll be rlly cool :>

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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Ehem

against a window

I am going to hell goodbye

Who on this website isn't going to hell, lbr. 18+, we got some breeding kink here folks bc I can't stop myself

You stepped through the empty room, looking around. It was a decent size bedroom, one that could be used in a variety of ways.

Peter was right behind you, as was the real estate agent.

"Here we have the second bedroom. The previous owners used it as a second bedroom. But it has the potential for so much more! Guest bedroom, home office, home gym-"

"Nursery?" You said, eyeing your husband. His eyes widened at your suggestion.

"Yes, this would make a lovely nursery!" The agent walked over to the huge window that was lighting up the room, "This bedroom overlooks the backyard, which gives you lots of privacy!"

"Privacy is always good, right Peter?" You asked, nudging your husband who was too caught up in your previous comment.

"Yeah, always good," He mumbled.

"I'll let you two discuss!" They said, walking out and closing the door.

Before you could even say anything, Peter's hands were all over you, as were his lips.

"Peter," You gasped, his grip forcing you to walk backwards until your back was up against the window. He grabbed your legs, hooking them over his waist while his other arm supported you.

Peter's enhanced strength often came in handy. Such as moving a couch up four flights of stairs. Or when he wanted to fuck you against a wall-or window in this case.

"Oh, like you didn't know what you were doing when you said that," he muttered, breaking away from your lips only briefly.

"They could walk in-"

"I think with how loud you tend to get, they'll figure it out pretty damn quick." Peter's hands fumbled under your skirt.

"Fuck it-"

"Don't you dare-"

The sound of fabric ripping signaled that you were too late.

You shot him a look. Peter was too busy stuffing your now ripped panties into his pocket.

"I'll buy you new ones, bug. I always do," He said against your neck, "But right now, I gotta put a baby inside ya, okay?"

The two of you both agreed you were at a stable enough point in your lives to start trying. It was why you two were touring houses. You weren't actively trying, the two of you agreed it would be less stressful to just let it happen.

What you didn't expect to "just happen" was for Peter to become absolutely feral at the mere mention of having kids and fucking you up against a window.

You'd be lying if you said it was the first time you and Peter had sex in a semi-public place. Your back had become familiar with many bathroom stalls and brick walls.

And fuck if it didn't turn you on.

"You're already so wet, don't even need to get ya warmed up," He cooed.

"Please, before that real estate agent-Fuck, Peter!" You said louder than you intended as Peter slammed his hips against yours, filling you up instantly.

He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into you again at a bruising pace.

"Is this what you want? Want me to put a baby in ya?" He grunted into your ear. You nodded weakly, your head buried into his neck as your makeshift attempt to keep the agent from hearing you.

"P-Please. Want it s'bad," You whispered.

"I know, bug. Just gotta make you come first, okay?" You bit your lip as he began to draw fast circles on your clit.

You whined into Peter's neck, tightening the grip you had on his shoulders and his cock.

At that moment, you didn't care if the real estate agent or God themselves walked in. You only wanted one thing.

"Please, fill me up, please," You repeated, your voice reduced to a whimper. Peter's fingers became more frantic and desperate.

You came first, Peter quickly following you. You couldn't help but moan at the sensation of him coming inside you. It wasn't an unfamiliar act, but the intention behind it had changed.

"Please tell me this bedroom has its own bathroom," You said after catching your breath.

Peter looked around, his cock still inside you, "Uh...I have a handkerchief?"

#my writing #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker drabble #good morning have some filth

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balkanradfem · 1 year

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This post is a continuation of the growing seedlings in my apartment, since that one got very long! If you want to read about growing little seeds from the start in your home, you can read that too.

Last time I set some seeds in damp paper towels, and sealed them in a plastic bag in order to germinate them; it's been a few days, so I'm checking if any have germinated yet. And they have!

This is how the tiny germinated seeds look like, they've started growing roots in random direction since they're in a paper towel. Some of them still didn't germinate, so I wrapped them back in, and they'll activate in a day or two. The basil seed that looks like a little snake in the bottom, has already went a little too far; the plant has already abandoned the shell and I can see little leaves are out, I'm not sure if that one is going to make it, but I'll give it a best shot. The rest looks good! I'm going to plant them.

From this step on, one must treat the germinated seeds very gently; if you break that very fragile sprout, they're done for, that is all they have to collect nutrients with. The seeds only have as much energy stored in them as it takes to break the seed, get out, open first two leaves, and grow their roots an inch or so, for every step after that, they're relying on those leaves to collect the sunlight, and then later, roots to draw nutrients from the soil. So they're just a little blob of energy and potential that has been awakened and is now testing the world for survival ability.

I prepared some soil and cups, and filled the cups with damp soil, just like the last time. I'm going to gently place the seeds just a tiny bit under the soil, so they don't have a lot of trouble getting out. Then I'm peppering bit of airy soil on them, again, very gently so nothing breaks. Then I'm spraying them with water, they should never dry out, and placing labels on all of them because it's impossible to remember what you put where. This isn't a lot of seeds to plant at once, this method usually germinates slowly across a few days, so you're never overwhelmed with how much there is to plant, and I appreciate that.

Since all of my cups have holes at the bottom, for drainage, I'm putting them into watertight plastic containers.

And then they're joining the gang! I've marked all plants in the picture that have broken out of soil.

This isn't the usual way to plant things; normally people will sow the seeds in late February or early March, and sow exactly the amount they need, that is not what I'm doing right now. I'm putting these seeds early, because if they make it, they're going to make a first wave of early plants. I will risk planting them out earlier, and if they don't die of frostbite, they're going to be the best established, most early producing plants. They'll give me food sooner than the rest of the garden would. This risk paid off for every single year I did it, and these plants would grow to be the biggest and the strongest.

Now, growing these seeds inside so early in January might be frustrating, because it will happen very slow, with low success rate, notice some of my first seeds didn't even get out, but that doesn't bother me, because I'm basically going to germinate new seeds every two weeks, so that I could plant them in waves. The reason why it's going so slow right now, is merely because of how little hours of the sunlight we have. If you're ever growing plants in fall or winter and they're not thriving or they're dying and being unhappy or leggy or sick, it's often got nothing to do with you, and everything to do with the weather, temperature, and the amount of sun there is in the day. When the weather gets sunny, light, warm, damp, even slightly windy, these plants will start growing like nobody's business. It's the same with the garden as well, if it's not regularly blessed with sun and rain, it will be slow and annoying, and then bursting with growth as soon as it gets rained on. Hours of the light in the day determine how fast your plant is going to grow, and if you're relying on the sun like me, you can't really do much about it, just keep your plants in the lightest spot in your place.

Planting in March is way more satisfying because the plants will make progress in a week, what plants in January make in a month. Those hours of sunlight add up! But, I want some early plants, and I love to gaze at the slow growing babies too, so I will make it thru this.

#seedlings #growing transplants #rambling about plants #gardening #growing from seed #growing food for free #growing transplants inside #weather conditions for growing

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justsomeectoplasm · 1 year

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Me every time you mention your characters:

This applies to worldbuilding too

Im late in answering this but THANK YOU! I was always kind of scared of sharing my original oc's since I keep thinking no one would be interested in them.

But I'd like to take some time to actually explain one set of them instead of just throwing vague hints at them. I did draw some of them on this blog but if people like them enough I'll start actually drawing them.

So uh, here take this!:

This world has a bit of a animals (not furries) x criminal underground x martial arts idea. In this world, hybrid animals of all types roam the world. But our characters live in a city called "Zoia", a lawless city full of hybrids that live tough lifes of crime and chaos. In this city, 4 bosses called the "Wilders" rule parts of the city through thier meticulous scheming and martial art prowess.

Monkey:

An aspiring young con-man of 30 years old. He's charismatic, but also kind of a loser that doesn't know when to seperate his outrageous goals from reality, making it his job of doing petty thefts and reselling what he "borrowed" at the kiosks. His arrogance often leads him to get his ass kicked, and he gets in trouble with smaller gangs because of his thefts on their turfs. Still, he likes to think he has a shot at making it big in this city. His current goal? Becoming the next big Wilder.

Snake:

Local 27 year old organ trafficker hiding as a dentist. She works for a small gang because her shitty brother got both of them in debt. She's a nervous and shy girl who tries to cover up her snake-like appearance to look passive and insignificant just so that nobody can disturb her. But underneath all that lies a tempermental snake, and she's one day away from showing her fangs. Cunning and harsh, Snake will do anything to get a one up in this harsh world, even if it means betrayal. She's catching the attention of Tiger, who was coincidentally looking for a doctor. Currently has beef with Mongoose because he keeps fucking around with her orders.

Bunny:

25 year old guy that became a Wilder by pure fucking rage. Because of his hybrid type, he's been seen as weak and small his whole life. After some people tried to mug him, he snapoed and sent them to the hospital. What followed was the rumour of a bunny hybrid that's been going on a rampage and fighting big shots. So, bunny climbed to the top of the criminal food chain by fighting. Other then that he's a quiet and introverted guy that kind of has a weird way of thinking. But since he's so sure of himself, many started following him. He earned the title of the new Wilder and he's making bank by the night clubs he opened up that's actually a back drop for meetings between the dangerous groups of the city.

Lion:

The current leader of the west side and the most powerful fighter next to Bull. A 34 year old Wilder that was recently given the title after his mom stepped down. Stoic and prideful on the outside, but has a strong sense of tradition and justice. He has a close group of friends that are loyal to a fault, and his pride in his work often attracts the younger generation to join. Don't be mistaken though, his work is built on generations of fear and blood, and he's not willing to give it all up. Currently wants to help Mongoose find his sister, as she was a close friend of his mother and a role model.

Shark:

Nonbinary 31 year old that's both smart and eccentric. Neither a Wilder nor weaker then one, they currently run a small organ trafficking business and loan company, but their main job is arms dealing. They travel across the world making deals with all kinds of people, but stop by Zoiac to say hello to her dearly beloved "workers". Charismatic and a bit of a flirt, they'll make you dance in the palm of their hand without you ever knowing it. Currently, they like to bother Snake by pushing her buttons. They really seem to enjoy testing her, but it looks like they have other plans for her?

Mongoose:

A 19 year old outsider looking for his missing sister. He's naive about the ways of the city and often gets himself in trouble by sticking his nose into businesses he shouldn't. But he's pretty smart and knows how to persuade people into helping him. He's very energetic, but also so serious that if you tease him he'll actually get mad at you. Currently, he lives with Monkey as his roommate. They get along suprisingly well, since they both love old kung fu movies. He also believes that Snake has something to do with his sister's dissappearance and they're this 👌close to getting into an all out brawl with each other that'll probably end in bloodshed.

Tiger:

A 35 year old Wilder woman that's hard working and cunning. She's the first of her family that managed to rise their debt induced name into fame and luxury. She's the wealthiest Wilder of the city, and has her claws into multiple famous casinos and clubs. Cold and brutal, she's stubborn into getting whatever she wants in this city, and her plan to have full control of this city is only stopped by some pest she wants to swat away. But she's all to patient to wait for them to wander into her gaze so she could dig her teeth into them. Snake and Mongoose has caught her attention as of recent, and she's debating on whether she wants these two animals to work as bodyguard and an informant for her by 'persuading' them into a deal that's very beneficial for both of them.

Wolf:

8 year old orphaned little girl that's in the middle of a very dangerous world. She has a mutation on her eyes that's causing her to see the future. Because of this, she's sought out by the Wilders and she's constantly running away from them, only to find herself deeper into the city. She's quiet and very meticulous with her plans, untrusting of those who reach their hand out to her. She also may have some form of autism (one od her special interests is dragons). She currently lives with Bull, and she doesn't know whether he pretends to act as her dad for the sake of it or he wants to use her for her foresight. Either way, she doesn't trust him and she's planning on getting out of his grip.

Bull:

40 year old Wilder that's been playing this city's game since he was 20 years old. A family guy that likes people who are "interesting", and likes to tip things slightly on edge to relieve him of his boredom (this bastard). He's friendly and has that leadership vibe that just makes you want to have one drink with him at least. He just went through a divorce and is currently wanting to get along with his 19 year old daughter that seems to have no interest in inheriting the family and instead wants to pursue her love for art. Currently looking after Wolf who he picked up after, uh, "fired" the last Wilder. He slowly kind of sees her as his adoptive daughter (if only she doesn't run away every 5 damn seconds. He swears he doesn't care about her ability to see the future and wants to spoil her, but she's determined to tear each gift up and throw it back into his face.)

#I ramble #My oc's #Zoiac oc's #<- New tag for them #I don't have art of them atm because I keep daydreaming them to heavy japanese rock music.#I will if people are interested in them

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partynoobvanii · 5 months

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Small Important Update :

Hello there! It's Ethanvanii here, posting a small update cause I've been inactive on Tumblr lately, and I wanted to clean stuff up.

I will be on a break now, I won't be online so much and I'll be working on homework, and other art projects/series.

Where i have been in life 📣

So far, i have been behind on homework, so much that the homework line on my computer is RED. And not completed, behind even. But yeah, aside from that.. Life has been a bit boring and honestly sad. I've been worried for my online son, Ryker since they have been going through a lot of mood swings, terrible shit happening to them and all. I hope they'll try to stay safe and healthy while I'm gone for a bit.

About Sickpants Lullaby ☎

As you can see, Sickpants Lullaby has been on hiatus for like... I dunno... SINCE LIKE OCTOBER... But the question is, WHY was it on hiatus?

Homework aside, the reason why i haven't worked on it was because of my motivation dying down for the series, without Cobalt/Natt here... I feel very unmotivated to work on it at the moment, he is my beautiful and silly online son, he is like a whole ray of sunshine even. It was fun to hang out with him, before he left to China... I'm honestly lucky to have him in my horrible ass life. Not having him here can be really lonely honestly, even he had that problem while working on Parodies College House (A Spongebob Parodies Fangame he made) To the point he had to put it on hiatus till Benjamin and Juan were back. (Since they are needed, cause they're voice actors in that. And also cause of the fact Cobalt misses them.)

HOWEVER....

Not to worry, cause Sickpants Lullaby will continue once he comes back! Hopefully, if I don't get art block...

ALSO...

Please do NOT slide into my DMS just to ask me when I'm gonna work on Sickpants Lullaby, or if im working on a drawing of your character. It just makes it annoying and makes me not wanna complete it anymore, I hope you understand that.

Another mention though, I have a second reason for having no motivation for working on Sickpants Lullaby as i used to.

The second reason why Sickpants Lullaby is on Hiatus ☎

The SECOND reason why the series is on hiatus, is just because I've been working on another series which is called "Ethan's Void Life (EVL for short)" more. I've lost some interest in working on Sickpants Lullaby now that Cobalt/Natt is gone, it just doesn't feel the same anymore without him... I don't feel the same joy i get while drawing Sickpants Lullaby frames for my audience as i used to.........

....But besides that, look at the bright side. At least i get a break from the Internet for a bit..? Yes, I'll be checking my Tumblr Inbox in a while, just in case to answer questions.

Anyways, time for more fun stuff.

NEW INTERESTS!! YIPPEEE- 📣

So far, I've gotten around.... Well I don't know, 3 INTERESTS?? MAYBE EVEN 5???

But yeah, I'll try my best to remember most despite my poor memory.

1. PHIGHTING! (Roblox Game)

2. Item Asylum (Also Roblox Game)

3. Guts & Blackpowder. Again, another roblox game. But this time Cobalt got me into it in the first place. I don't regret playing it.

4. Regretevator.... HOLSLSYY FUCKKKK I LOVE THIS GAME 😭😭 IT'S THE WHOLE REASON WHY MY TUMBLR USER IS NAMED AFTER PARTYNOOB NOW 💔💔💔

Stimming aside, it's a pretty cool and fun game. I liked the voice acting, fun stages, and the characters are pretty creative to be honest!

5. Dayshift At Freddy's. Despite the... Ahem... Problematic parts due to it being made in like 2018.... It's a really goofy and silly game! I honestly love it despite me still trying to get all the way to DSAF 3... DSAF 1 was a pain in the ass to play, hopefully I'll skip it and just see if DSAF 2 is easier. (Because my dumbass can't press the springlocks fast enough in the first game lmao, but don't worry i still love the game anyways)

6. Dialtown. Made by the same creator of DSAF. I really enjoyed Dialtown honestly, the dialogue, the story, and the characters! They even added some phone guy characters from DSAF into it. Maybe as a Easter egg? I don't know. Either way Dialtown was still fun. Not to mention the creator is really nice, bless their heart. :)

Interests i MIGHT stream 📣

1. PHIGHTING

NO. As much as i love it, i am ass at playing on computer, I'll most likely make a video of me playing it on phone instead of streaming.

2. Item Asylum

Possible? I haven't tested it on computer for lag, so it's a maybe for now....

3. Guts & Blackpowd-

NO. I've tested it on my laptop before, believe me. It's laggy for my small ass laptop. I'll be posting videos of me playing it on mobile instead, thank you very much... It may be less laggy on your laptop, but mine? Nah.

4. Regretevator

Yes. It's still fun either way if i die to lag, one death isn't gonna hurt my soul. ^_^

5. Dayshift at Freddy's

Maybe?? It's if I DON'T GET SPRINGLOCKED A BUNCH OF TIMES DUE TO FAILING... but yeah, it is possible, I'll be streaming myself watching DSAF 1 gameplay on youtube, and then the next streams will be me playing DSAF 2 and DSAF 3 (that's IF they don't springlock me again... It sucks tbh but it's still a loveable game)

6. Dialtown

Yes! Though I'll have to add some warnings before people watch it, since i don't want my viewers getting uncomfortable due to the themes in it.

Thats all for now, I hope the news up there was useful.

No, not the interests, the Sickpants Lullaby part.

Anyways, bye for real! :3

#fnfspongebobparodies #fnfsickpantslullabyau #fnfspongebobparodiesau #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf sickpants lullaby au

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cometcon · 7 months

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I know this is generally supposed to be a Transformers focused blog, but I've been a little obsessed with Helluva Boss characters lately, and pre-'Western Energy' Striker in particular. (Ed Bosco did a great job picking up the role after they couldn't get Norman Reedus again, but I still much prefer sinister seductive Striker with Reedus' awesome performance voicing him. And while I'm sure the writers had their reasons for where they want to take the character, I'm much more of a slut for the competent, non-undermined villains lol).

I recently saw someone (in a YouTube comment somewhere I think) mention offhand how it seemed like Striker was trying to frame Moxxie rather than outright kill him in Harvest Moon and I think that person was right in their general point of 'strangling is an odd way to go about it when he could have just stabbed him to death or snapped his neck and been done with it.' I agree that was definitely interesting but there's actually more to support this argument and speculate further, I reckon.

(It's a long waffle so I've put it below a read more line.)

Hopefully they'll be added soon but atm there aren't proper subtitles* for the episode so I can't easily screengrab the lines, but basically Moxxie has this adorable nerd-out about angelic weapons, so Millie's family knows from that point on that he knows a lot about them.

Blitz takes an instant shine to Striker (I went brrrr on that during the conversation too but I'll save that for another time lol) and it can be assumed during all of that juicy but unfortunately offscreen interaction when he was inviting Striker to I.M.P that Blitz would have told him more about his current employees, with or without prompting, since he thought Striker was going to join and Blitz would be thinking to show off his employees as a positive draw because he doesn't know at this point that Striker is a supremacist asshole. ie: He probably would have said Millie is a vicious badass and Moxxie the weapons specialist and it isn't much of a stretch to assume he probably would have mentioned the little angelic weapons nerd-out Moxxie had before Striker got there as part of talking about how much Moxxie knows about his job. And then it doesn't take much observation to see Millie's parents love, trust and respect their daughter and think very lowly of Moxxie (I'm going somewhere with this, I promise lol).

The biggest factor for me though is exactly how the scene where Moxxie finds the gun is set up.

First of all, the gun case is in full view on Striker's bed, open, and glowing magenta light so bright it easily leaks out beneath the door. And while again, the auto-gen subtitles take a second to cover the line properly, Moxxie says "Well that's troubling" before he even touches the knob, indicating he already strongly suspects what that glow is being made by before he even opens the door, which is what draws him to open it in the first place.

And while I know there's clearly a whole dramatic appearance timing thing going on because animation, there still has to be some level of believability for Striker to suddenly be there, meaning he literally had to be lying in wait nearby to appear that damn quickly from the moment Moxxie starts entering his room to the rapid pan 'empty door space/boom Striker's there now' shot we get.

And he's not at all fazed by Moxxie's discovery. Unlike when Blitz barges in unexpectedly and catches him off-guard later (I'll explain my reasoning for that in a second) he's completely ready for this. He's not bothered in the slightest. Almost like he planned it.

How perfect would it be to frame Moxxie, an imp already looked down on by the townsfolk here as essentially an annoying city kid who annoyed Millie's parents further by showing off his angelic weapon knowledge, for the murder of a Goetian Prince via blessing-tipped rifle?

And then of course there's that original point the YouTube commenter made that it would have been even easier for Striker to off Moxxie in pretty much any other way besides strangling if he needed to silence him quickly, and the second time he catches him makes it look even more like he might be trying to make him lose consciousness rather than kill him (fun fact: it's actually a lot harder to knock people out with a whack on the head than they make it look in the movies and Striker is also clearly intending this as a power trip for himself as well. Getting to overpower Moxxie helps feed his whole 'stronger superior imp' bullshit that is essential to his character and which he's been lording over Moxxie the whole episode with Millie's family at his back. You could argue that's also a reason to use it as his killing method but there's still that little thing of Moxxie having shown off his angelic weapons knowledge and not being popular with the Wrath crowd and using the gun to trap him in the first place.)

Unfortunately, Moxxie manages to do something unplanned in smashing the vase, alerting Millie to the situation. But Millie was not in Striker's game plan. Easy to take out? Apparently. Easy to frame? FUCK. NO. XD

Millie is her family's darling daughter, and while Striker has clearly developed a decent rapport already with the family (presumably to get the lay of the land and establish some support from the family for himself beforehand to help cover his ass during an inevitable investigation, before Moxxie turns up and gives him even better cover options), there's no way they would choose to believe him over their own very much beloved family member, no matter how good a rapport he's established over however many days or possibly even weeks he's been there.

So now he has a problem. He's not only lost the option of framing Moxxie, he has to somehow keep Millie - someone her family will instantly believe - from dobbing him in. Sure, he could kill them both and just go back to Plan A, but as he points out himself, he would have to deal with cleaning up after it well enough to avoid shit for it and cover himself for Stolas' murder. Also he has multiple stab wounds to potentially have to hide or explain. That's a lot of shit to deal with without help... Which is where the line "there's more leverage with your Rodeo clown of a boss if I don't" becomes relevant.

He's switched tactics. Plan A was replaced with a better Plan B, which got destroyed by Millie turning up. Plan C now involves using Blitz by threatening to kill the M&Ms if Blitz doesn't cooperate in helping him cover up Stolas' murder. But he also has one more card in his back pocket which he's created over the time he's observed how Stolas treats Blitz plus his own interactions with Blitz where Blitz clearly is already at least somewhat into Striker (I'll analyse that another time. I've run out of Tumblr pic limit unfortunately).

So now I'm up to how Blitz definitely wasn't expected during the assassination attempt. We can tell by the expressions we see but Blitz can't:

And then Striker clearly changes tack again.

He's actually caught off-guard here and is thinking on the fly, though with how quickly he does switch into confidence and calm again I don't think the card he plays was entirely improvised; it's a back pocket card he had ready in case.

Time for 'Plan D: Operation Seduce Blitz/Point Out How Much Your Life And Transactional Relationship With A Royal Sucks And Wouldn't It Be So Much Better If You Just Teemed Up With Me, The Guy You Like Who Is Oh So Relatable, Hot And Really Cool Actually Don't You Think?'

He clearly believes he can get through to Blitz after their time bonding over however long they've all been there (I'm assuming it was also at least overnight since they were taking the hog for dinner and the Pain Games look to be like an all-day kind of event that started the next day but that's definitely an assumption idk how time works in Hell XD ). And with that lighting and frame change

it definitely looks like he might have been at least for a few seconds, before Moxxie comes in and Blitz apparently regains his senses and remembers they're trying to stop Striker (Now it's Blitz's turn to seem like he was expecting Moxxie. I'm assuming Moxxie found him first and they went to stop Striker together with Blitz as bait, considering it would be really fucking stupid for Moxxie to try to take on Striker alone after what happened last time, and it would be really weird for Blitz to randomly go into the house and into what I'm assuming is Millie's parents' bedroom in order to just coincidentally find him.) So unfortunately for Striker, while he might have once been able to manipulate Blitz at some point prior to the whole M&M problem and Moxxie telling Blitz what was really happening, Blitz already knowing what he did to the M&Ms and his plan to use them against Blitz pretty much ruined that card's potency, which is why the small sway didn't last long even with all of Striker's time spent getting Blitz to bond with him and trust him. Again, older pre-established ties will always win out no matter how good a manipulator the antag is.

So yeah, that's why I think the whole thing was planned pretty early on, Moxxie finding the gun on the bed was a carefully laid trap to frame him all along, and my thoughts on what was likely going on in all the off-screen things we didn't get to see and have to put together ourselves.

(I don't watch the livestreams and haven't seen this covered anywhere else outside of the short offfhand knocking Moxxie out to frame him comment, so if this isn't remotely new, well it is to me and I had so much fun nutting it out. XD )

*Thankfully the auto-generated subtitles are better in this episode than the previous ones, but there are still many lines completely missing my friend had to help me decipher, and the previous episodes are pretty much impossible for me to watch properly because way too much shit is missing or mistranslated to the point it's an incredible drag even with help. Always put proper subtitles on your videos please, especially if your videos are animations/complex stories with necessary dialogue. The auto-generated ones are not always as helpful as you think they are and even the better ones still don't always pop up for lines and are far more exhausting to keep up with than proper ones even if they are mostly accurate. Please try watching your videos with the sound off and the auto-gen on a few times to get some idea of what it actually feels like - remembering also that you know what's happening as the creator while we don't - before you decide that's good enough for people who need them. It really isn't and I need my friend's help to understand what's going on in many parts of the first season before they put proper subtitles on the very last ep and then Season 2. It's exhausting. On the plus side I got to fully appreciate the second season entirely on my own without help and it was fucking EPIC getting to just watch and enjoy without having to do mental gymnastics keeping up with and guessing or having to ask my friend what was said because the fucking auto-gen flaked out for the umpteenth time.

#striker #striker helluva boss #helluva boss #striker x blitzo #helluva boss blitz #moxxie #helluva boss millie #blitz #blitzo #blitzø #harvest moon #helluva boss harvest moon #m&m #helluva boss m&m #ive been going brrrr on this episode and these characters for a couple of weeks now lol #not transformers

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lovelielaurel · 1 month

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Who's your most favourite OC that you have?

Hehe complicated ask, since the ocs I think about the most are for me and me alone dndmdkks. I've only ever shared about them to one of my siblings, yet even then, all he knows is their existence. Literal surface level understanding ahahahha.

But I'm so glad you asked anyways >:]]] I'm gonna assume you meant the ones I share about publicly ★★★.

I could talk about any of my public ocs for hours djdksks I love them all so much. Though I think my favorite is my own main character, Avery :DDDDD. I have a feeling the multitude of fully fledged and doodled drawings of them is proof enough ahahahha. Though yeaahh, they're my silly little child who used to hold the weight of my desires in their arms. Well, most at least.

They're the happy ending I yearned for. Birthed from one of the loneliest times of my life, they're supposed to use my love in behalf of me. To make friends and found families despite every flaw I've given them. Overtime, they became their own character, and while they'll always have some of their original purpose still written in them, I decided to just add random silly plots and other shenanigans with them because wow is writing fun sometimes ahhahahaha. They have more angst now <333 And will experience tropes and scenarios not because I want that for me, but because it's silly your honor ★★★. I've associated lots of audio to them now I think djskskw. Together with songs, outfits, moodboards, prompts, aus, etc. etc. Maybe I'll impromptu infodump about them tonight maybe maybe. Still, they're my favorite because at the end of the day, they'll be loved in ways I know I'll be loved someday too. Maybe lately, I've already felt it starting ♡

Look at my precious child :]]] Now that you're one of my creative projects, I'm so adding more angst mehehehehehhehehe ★★★

#laursrambles #one day my infodumps will leave my sibling's gc :']]]]#one day one day #hopefully #ahahahhahahah

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dimitrescusistersplssteponme · 2 years

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Bestie please your hcs on Cass! 👀

Hey!! I can't believe you're commenting on my post I feel so honoured!! So here's Cassandra! Sorry it's a bit late dealing with my wisdom tooth and I'll do Daniela once I'm done with the pain and this would be my last post for now! And will surely edit it-

Cassandra

Work:

Works as a supermodel as well but have part time job such as a fencing teacher

Fits the theme as "Dark Feminine" very much and was known for it

Great at her jobs but focus on her modeling career more

Has the powerful walk

Paparazzi would never try to get near her knowing she wouldn't be afraid to punch them with no hesitation

People know she has a bitchy attitude and she's aware of it but never really care

Actually loves her fan more than some of her co-models

Well supported from the community as well

She's more chill out of the spotlight and treat ordinary people normal and doesn't like entitled

Paparazzi couldn't do anything because Cassandra will be throwing things at them and doesn't care if she'll hurt them

Also has a persona on stage for being the seductive model

It's just the gays having gay panics

Nice to her fencing students since most of them are kids

Received a letter from an innocent young girl who confess that she has a crush on her from one of her students

She frame it in her room and was happy about it Personal Life:

Luxurious lifestyle as well

Has two IG accounts but the other one is a secret and only have IG

Likes reading

Same school as her sisters but have lesser decent grades than Bela but still a bit better than Daniela

Used to be in the fencing club throughout school

She only post on her public accounts

Doesn't like her personal life being too much exploited very much just to gain attention

Definitely made fun of Bela's emo phrase

Even though she did had one-

Troublemaker with Daniela as her partner by her side

Annoyed Bela 24/7

Or sometimes would annoy Daniela when she's feeling it

Somehow still alive when she tried to steal her mother's lipstick and draw on her mirror

Hate paparazzi and actually throw a rock on their face multiple times and didn't care about her reputation being stained

She just want to be a model with a normal life she grew up with like why the hell is she gonna be sorry? Relationship:

Met her during her fencing lesson and was a fan of her as well but you two didn't spoke a lot during the first few days since GAY PANIC

Her commanding voice just had an effect on you whenever she teach

Got a bit close a few weeks later till she ask to grab lunch together

Spend more date before eventually both of you to be in a relationship

Cassandra post a picture of you while training

Same like her sisters her relationship with you is low key despite her problematic relationship in the past she finds this low key relationship with you to be more peaceful

No one knows about you except for some people and that's all matters

Her fans were happy for her to be finally to be in a happy relatiosnhip

Most of your pictures are from your fencing lessons or sometimes or workout session together

She LOVES watching you work out those muscles and couldn't help but to take multiple pictures and post a few online

Even some of her fans were simping over you muscles

She tease you about it

And same goes for you, you post pictures of her with her face covered and MADE SURE something wouldn't link about her identity especially her fans are some detectives

Some dates sometimes includes a VIP bar section and made sure to hide you from the paparazzi or else they'll be breaking their cameras and face with no charges

Oh yea she did broke one when he tried to take pictures of you when the two of you were just taking a morning stroll

She make 100% sure your identity is private and no one would know you to the PR

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #castle dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #re8 #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #house dimitrescu

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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Could you write something about Terry's youngest daughter asking him for a bedtime story and the story she wants to hear is how Terry met beloved?

-"Daddy, how did you know, though?"-

-"I knew."-

-"Yeah, but, how?"-

Dusk rituals in his mansion estate household were very much the same every evening accompanied by stories, anecdotes and tall tales he'd tell, legs sprawled out and crossed on a child's plush bed, still carrying the sweat, cologne and salt of the lingering daylight and his time at the dojo, surrounded by an array of pillows, throws and stuffed animals of the serpentine variety (much to his pleasure and amusement) being invaded with a ricochet of questions that to his shock somehow always ended up being more complex, philosophical, clever and thought provoking than he'd ever hoped for from a kid, yet unsurprisingly, coming from his child, his flesh, his cunning little snakey, Terry ponders the answer on just how he was left certified the one was the one. How did he know? -"Your blood,"- There it is, sharp intake of breath as he speaks to the small being leaning on his shoulder, listening intently, never blinking, as if those eyes were ready to dry out the secrets of the universe. -"It tells you. It's an underling instinct."- He explains the concept that was drawing dangerous close to describing love at first sight. To describing pheromones. The birds and the bees. Something akin to destiny, possession, the red thread of fate, soulmates, natural attraction and absolute belonging. -"What's instinct?"- His princess asks as an immediate retort, peering up at him, ever so curious and inquisitive.

Ah yes. How would Terry describe instinct to a small child?

-"Darkness. The need to hide from what's out there."- He starts out simple and small, taking the soft end of the blanket and tucking it over a tiny, huddled body, cozying in his princess nicely as he speaks, keeping her snug and toasty. -"A gazelle running from a Cheetah."- He adds knowingly; that was a commonplace, near mundane example that could've been easily lifted straight out National Geographics. A hunter takes chase and it was simply the prey's cognitive, primal instinct to take flight in order to survive. He witnessed it firsthand on a Safari one time back in '82 over some Cuban cigars and champagne. -"The human eye evolving to recognize patterns in nature as a way to ward off from predators."- Terry blurts out finally, feeling extremely proud of that one, realizing too late his sweetheart undoubtedly didn't really understand what that all meant by her drowsy, discontent expression on the tender, plush pillow lined with a frame of lacy ribbons. He relents and tries again, employing the trappings of a Sensei to achieve an end goal. She was six and way past her bedtime after all. There would be time to discuss the nuances of human relations some other time. -"Breathing, that's instinct too. Don't have to think about it, huh? It just happens. Happens for free."- Terry taps the tip of her nose with a bejewelled forefinger for special emphasis. Can't believe he just said that. Happens for free. Yet somehow, it fit.

-So, when you met mom, you didn't think about it?"-

She interjects and there Terry halts, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yeah.

Yeah, that was about the jist of it.

Seeing someone and finding them so appealing to the eyes, to the nervous system, to the hormones, to the heart, mind and soul he dared say, that upon speaking to them, face to face, realizing all the chemicals in the body appeal to the brain as well, the potent cocktail having every semblance of a thunderbolt and static electricity. Enjoying their scent and their visage and their voice and concluding, that's mine and I'll have it. But, he couldn't put it quite as explicitly or graphically to a child. That was he was contemplating all the carnal principles of lust with their mother on the spot. That he was contemplating telling every bad thing he's every did on the off chance they'll accept him for it. Instead, all Terry tactically says is. -"I didn't have to think, no."- He leans forward with a smile, planting a kiss on her forehead. -"I just took."- Terry whispers, clicking off the lamp on the nightstand and concluding that that too could've been explicit, depending how one interpreted it. -"And that's how you kiddos happened."- He stands up on the partial darkness of the room illuminated solely by the light from the hallway peeking through the door left ajar; this being the last child's room Terry visited for the night, the others lining the foyer, already fast asleep. She closes her eyes as he turns to leave her. She was the youngest, yet always went to bed last, wrestling that bit of control away from him.

He bids his snakey goodnight, content with the explanation.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #dad!terry #terry silver as a parent #female!reder #female!beloved #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #daughter!silver #silver!daugther #silver children #silver family #fluff

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I'm glad to hear you've been drawing for yourself lately. I apologize for thinking otherwise.

As for the main point of your answer, I'd just like to say the following: There is always someone who needs or will need you. Even if you don't notice it. Finding a real friendship on social media isn't always easy, and it doesn't happen right away. Maybe you're just looking in the wrong place at the wrong time. Give yourself time to find it. You'll see that, with time, you'll find a few people you can actually call friends and whom you can trust, as well as them in you. And, believe me, it's perfectly normal that one's absence of social media doesn't seem to matter to others. After all, each person has a life beyond that and is absent for long periods of time, so much so that the absence of others is something as natural as their presence. That's why you shouldn't get overly attached to social media, or at least give it such great importance. In any case, don't be in a hurry to make friends. They'll come in their own time. Both IRL and virtually. But, in the meantime, you mustn't feel lonely. I'm not the kind of person who likes to have a social life, so I don't really have any advice to give you on that subject, and I'm sorry about it…

If you could talk about this feeling of loneliness with someone in your family, someone close to you, that would be best. They could certainly give you some advice. I'm sorry I don't know how to help you beyond these few considerations.

Anyway, I wish you all the best!

I understand this very well with some part of my mind, but it is very difficult to accept, especially considering the state I have been in lately. The fact of the matter is that I don’t know where and how to look for friends (plus, as I mentioned in the previous post, I'm tired of trying to do it), and time only seems to make my situation worse. I tried to discuss this topic with my relatives, but I always hear the same thing, which doesn’t help me in any way, unfortunately

I'll try to get out of this shit on my own (as I always do), but I was able to learn a few things from this bad experience. Not the most pleasant, in my opinion, but still..

Thank you for your support and for trying to help me. I don’t know who you are anon, but I’m very flattered that you care and are trying to help in some way <3

#asks #personal stuff #self destructive ramblings

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thefictioness · 11 months

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A House and a Home, part 7

By the late afternoon, Zelda had cleared away the mess in the wardrobe, and left only the necessities. "We should dress more mundane as well..." She said, holding a regular Hylian tunic in front of my torso. "This comes along with a hood, so you can hide your face a little." "Why would I hide my face?" Because I don't want to draw too much attention when we're out and about. Sure they'll recognize me as the princess, but you've made quite the name for yourself now too. And now that the calamity is gone, there's not really any need to be at my side anymore, even though you still are..." Zelda's face turns serious. "I love our moments together, but if what my father used to call the gossip mongers find out we've been... Well... I want to let Hyrule know when we're ready for it on our own terms. And for me that won't be the case until it has recovered... I hope you don;t mind..." I shake my head. "You as the royal highness has always been my first priority. It will remain that way for as long as necessary." Zelda smiles. "Good. Then you'll also understand why that is another essential part of returning the Master Sword to the Deku Tree. I don;t want them to be able to stop you just by looking at the blade you carry." I sigh. I have been avoiding that topic all day, even as Zelda slowly took down all the weapons on display. I've kept a set of knight's and traveller's equipment, just to not be left bare-handed. I lok at the only picture frame left on the wall. It's a photo of the former champions. I may not remember much of them, but I'm sure they would have been able to talk Zelda out of giving up my best means to defend her. Zelda has followed my gaze and now comes to stand next to me. "This one I thought we should keep... Maybe relocate it a bit, but I'll leave that for after the redecorating is done..." She then places the traveller's outfit in my hands. "Now go change, we've been invited to dine with the mayor. I want to discuss some of the plans I have regarding Hateno with him. As for your Hero Tunic..." She gazes down at the garment. It has seen better days, being so well-worn in battle. "I'm sorry to say it's become too ruffled. We'll keep it as a keepsake though." And with that, she sends me off upstairs.

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Journal of Xivz, fate of the Altitude pack.

---Entry_1--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 23/5/10 Status: CRITICAL It's been fourteen years, at least by this planet's standards, since the pack wiped eachother out. No small feat, that. From what I can glean, they had been together since the beginning. But even the bonds of pack may yet be broken, through isolation and madness. Through being left with no comms, no estimate on return, and no way off this damnable planet that wasn't Nexus-locked. Take all that and lay it on heavy over the span of four months, and you can undo what was done over the course of 226 collective years. Alcoholism claimed Nuriel, the brightest among them and the first to see their plight for what it was: hopeless. She succumbed to alcohol poisoning, locked in her room and never to be discovered. Jiiv and Losk had killed everyone else, convinced that the oracle cult was somehow behind all of this, and that there were traitors in their midst. Jiiv soon succumbed to his injuries, as nobody knew just how brutal Ungail, my mother, could be. Not until she lost her mind that is. As for Losk, it's a damn good thing he never found out about his nephew. Not until it was too late for him, of course. That leaves me here. Us, here. Somehow keeping my sanity more than if any of them were still around. Or maybe I just never had any to begin with. Being raised by Nexus programs around the perfectly preserved corpses of my kin could probably do something like that. At least the simulations say I have a "high likelihood of severe psychiatric dysfunction". I couldn't tell you what that means in laymen's terms. Probably not important. Well if anyone ever reads this, they'll now know what happened to poor little Xivz, and their pack of lunatics... I'm going to take a long, cold nap until the storm blows over in 3 1/2 months. Damn this planet to oblivion.

---Entry_2--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 17/9/10 Status: CRITICAL Storm is over, at least for this short time being. Miteru, ever the diligent one even in death. He's been sure that my hunting efforts have had plenty of traps that are more effective at catching Avali than roulon herds. In fact I'm currently taking the downtime that my nanites will need to restructure my leg to write this entry. Not a chance in hel that I'd be taking the time to otherwise. This is the kind of cold that will draw you in and make you part of it, if you let it. Miteru learned that the hard way. Sometimes I still visit them, along with the rest of them back at their "permanent" camp. What secrets did they take with them to the grave? What regrets? What passions fueled them to such a tragic end? I suppose I'll never know. At the very least, Father passed on the postmortem wisdom that's as old as time. It goes a little something like: "Don't get forced out of an airlock by your fanatical ex-friend into a polar super-cyclone". Words to live by, the poet he was. Just wish he'd stop causing me such grievous injury on hunting trips…

---Entry_3--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 21/9/10 Status: CRITICAL Yeah yeah I know, so soon im back? Well maybe im getting fond of you, but don't let it get to your head. Oh Ungail, see me now, playing coy with a data logger? As if the voices weren't enough. But no matter. The simulations say it'd be healthy to keep a journal, and so keep a journal I shall. Intuit is telling me that it'll help keep me sane, and by extension, alive. Alive. I wonder what it'd be like sometimes, to not have to keep myself alive. To no longer fight, and hunt, and chase, and claw for just a few more days simply, surviving. It must be a good life, to be able to run simulations all day. To play games with your packmates, grow up, get into trouble with them. I've heard of the wildest things on what little bits of the Nexus that are downloaded onto the data-pads and implants of the others. Honestly, still wish I hadn't gotten as curious as to... Extract. the implants of some of them. Especially Losk. He was, fucked up to a deeper extent than I think any of them realized, even in his final moments. But what's done is done, and I'm not keen to look at his face again after what I've had to do to it. But while Emote told me not to, Grit urged me onwards. And sometimes, you just have to make a judgement call. And given all the things I've learned of… Sometimes I wonder if it was the right call, to learn about the outside world. Because I wouldn't be asking the question of "what if I didn't have to fight" if I didn't know there was any other option. Thinking too hard on this is making my heart hurt. I'm going to take a nap and stop journaling for a bit.

---Entry_4--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 8/5/14 Status: CRITICAL Well, it's been a long time hasn't it? Looking back, I can understand why I took such a long break. That kind of deep thought is something that everybody except Emote tells me not to do. I suppose I should clarify what the hell I'm talking about, huh? Well, Let's meet the cast of my brain! Or however that show went. The simulations say that I've developed voices for many of the emotions i feel, but I say that's a lie. They developed voices whether I wanted them to or not. Like my own demented pack members, except the only thing they do is keep me alive, instead of get drunk and kill each other. In any case, We have: Intuit: Helps me with the logical stuff. He's my right hand… voice. Surv: Good at seeing better ways through things that keep me more or less alive. Quite reliable, good advice. Grit: As the name implies, they get me to make tough choices, especially ones that I don't want to make. Tough love, I think they've called it. Emote: Weakest voice. Often in conflict with the others, yet, I still need them. I can't let them make me weak too, but I cannot become numb to them. And, that's about it for now. There are no other thoughts with voices, well, not yet. I don't think I could handle many more. As it stands, I keep my own conversations quite well enough as is thank you. But it is nice to let them sort it out amongst themselves and, speak as myself, to… well, nobody. There's nobody here and, if Intuit is to be believed, nobody will be. But still, its nice and free of the usual deliberation that plagues my mind. I think this one has gone considerably better than the last. I'll be back soon. Don't you go anywhere aye?

---Entry_5--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 10/5/14 Status: CRITICAL

I HATE STUPID THING WHY EVEN SAY CRITICAL??? IM FINE. RIGHT HERE!!!. I CAN'T BE BOTHERED, WITH YOU AND YOUR, YOUR GAMES RIGHT NOW, MACHINE. I'LL GO THE WAY OF NURIEL IF YOU

OH, ITS ON? I, IT HAD A TALK TO TEXT FEATURE THIS WHOLE, TIME AND AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW OF COURSE I FIND OUT ABOUT THIS WHILE DRUNK ON WHATEVER SHE LEFT BEHIND UGH, THIS STUFF TASTES LIKE DEATH. WHY DID I EVEN TRY IT??? ITS HORRID. I, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HERE. WHY I'M EVEN ALIVE AND THE VOICES WONT STOP AND THE VOICES THEY WONT SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT

---Entry_6--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 11/5/14 Status: CRITICAL I apologize for that. My simulation says I should reframe my embarrassment into a haiku. I don't know what the significance of the syllables is, or why this will help, or why Emote is agreeing with the others on this for once, but I'll try. I got super drunk I did not have a good time Won't do that again Somehow, that feels a little bit better now.

---Entry_7--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 2/11/14 Status: CRITICAL I have some big news to share with you. Significant enough to write down, instead of just talking to the voices about it. WE FINALLY GOT A TRANSPONDER PING!

Now, its not a rescue vessel, it's not even recognizably Avali tech, so don't get too excited now. But the signal is very much drawing closer to this forsaken planetary system, so if its coming out to ancestors-know where for ancestors-know why? Then it's probably a planetary surveyor, and it's probably going to survey mine. And you BET that I'm gonna be there when it comes down, I am NOT spending the rest of my life on this planet. I'll be there if its the last thing I do. I truthfully don't know how much longer I'll be able to survive here. Not for lack of food, the Roulon are making good on that. But if I have to listen to the voices in my head arguing amongst themselves one more time, why I think i might start losing my sanity! At least they're all in agreeance that we have to be there for that ship.

As for what to do if we encounter anybody else on it… Well, then they don't agree as much anymore…

---Entry_8--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 7/1/15 Status: CRITICAL Sure enough, my predictions were correct. They've touched down on Silus 6-X, and are now on bearing for 5-X, after inevitably finding 6-X to be an uninhabitable helhole. Just like the rest of them. Just like this one. Oh ancestors, I hope that they don't give up before they get here. Maybe I can throw together some kind of distress beacon if I need to, but what if they will leave, or attack me if they knew I were here? or simply don't have the supplies to onboard me? No, it's safer to let them come here of their own volition. Safer for me, at the very least. Even if it is a drone. My life has been pretty much consumed by paying attention to this.

The voices theorize about it. about the outside world as well. It's, overwhelming. And I don't think about it too much, or the simulations say I could have an… Incident, on par with Entry_5. I do not want that. I do miss being able to think about the littler things though. Such as fixing up my hunting armor, or meticulously agonizing over the chimes that I'd fantasized about dressing up with, but never got around to. But, the possibilities opening up is worth it, so worth it. We can worry about the littler things once the bigger picture is open to us.

---Entry_9--- Location: Silus X System Time: 16/7/15 Status: CRITICAL Sooooo, a... a lot has happened. And I haven't fully processed it, so: The ship arrived onto this planet. And I met it there, obviously. I even wore my chimes, against the judgement of… Everybody other than Emote. But I still kept them in their muffling pouches on the approach. The ship was indeed manned. It's, strange. To meet other living, thinking beings. It's like how the simulations were, but… more real. I mean they were SIGNIFICANTLY more psychotic than the simulations were...

Aren't we all at this point though? They brought me on board, of course. But, they are also space pirates. So, I guess that I'm a bonafide space pirate now! It certainly beats being alone. But it also means that I'm stuck with a bunch of lunatics who kill and steal for a living, alone, with zero social skills, and very little trust. So I'll have to prove myself. The simulations say that I'm very unlikely to get through this without blood on my hands. But they also say that, If I play my cards right, at least it wont be my blood. Intuit agrees. Intuit also says that I should be very, veeery close with a very specific one. A tall "protogen", looks like hes been torn apart and put back together physically, almost more than I have been mentally. How fitting that I should imprint onto a robot, when I was raised by them.

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