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happyk44 · 6 months

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[A little brother-sister Fluff and anxiety, because I'm a weakling].

She didn't know why she was doing it and didn't understand.

In fact, she didn't want an understanding of her behavior.

she didn't understand why on rare cold nights she wrapped Percy with a specially stolen warm blanket for him.

And she sat for a long time before going to bed and looked at his peaceful but lively face, unlike hers.

She didn't know why she was looking for more money or giving her own when Percy didn't have enough for exactly the burger he wanted, although she needed to remove the hunger.

"good sister" said faceless sympathizers.

She didn't care.

She didn't know why when Percy's hair grew, she stole combs and hairpins and braided his braid.

a normal person could say that Percy turned out to be very cute with a thin braid falling on his shoulder and hairpins in the form of starfish — she could say that he looked like an abandoned porcelain doll.

She didn't know why when Percy had another incoherent, but terrible nightmare, instead of the usual brief look and return to sleep, she hugged him to her — people called it hugs.

she pressed him into herself and put his head on her chest, and his torso was between her legs.

Percy stared at her with wide-open eyes, salt flowed down his cheek and he sniffed and buried his face in her neck, his body pressed tightly against her.

the pose their sleep was strange — she was half-sitting, half-lying, Percy curled up half-foetus on her, laying his head on her chest and drooling.

That night Percy still shuddered and moaned fearfully in his sleep, for some reason she ran her fingers through his hair and cheeks.

He calmed down and even smiled a little in his sleep.

his skin and hair were soft and slightly damp, for some reason she wanted to touch them.

"Caring", her mother had told her, "when you love someone or at least feel sympathy for him, you do small or big and pleasant things for him".

She frowned trying to understand this concept.

"Is it like you told Aunt Monica that I would be silent and not talk to her sons because I want it?".

"yes honey".

"I only want to take care of you".

"Her mother smiled at her."I will ask your father that when I am gone, you have another person you would like to take care of."

Her mother knelt down and hugged her.

Caring is a strange and incomprehensible thing for her, but what she does for Percy is exactly what it looks like.

Percy — her little brother and he belongs to her.

most likely their meetings were not accidental and Neptune, remembering her mother's prayers, gave it to her.

she has already softened him and made him pliable in her hands — he is no longer squeamish about himself.

But she will need to let him go, let him go to Jupiter's camp because she knows that something more than her is waiting for him.

It's good that she knows how to do what she doesn't want...

This is soooooooo cute!!

I mean yeah! Just because someone has SzPD or vibes close enough to it but doesn't quite hit the criteria doesn't mean they're without affection or positive emotions. Honestly you're giving me so much inspo 😂

I'm gonna go w/ Coral as a name for my version of this character (obvi ours aren't like one-to-one same, but you can use Coral too if you'd like, I just picked it at random yesterday when I finished writing that other fic and realized I should probably give her a name lmao)

Despite what others said, she wasn't a psychopath. It was an insult she heard more than most people probably did until the night she grabbed her things and left the group. The kids in school, a couple of older cousins, an aunt. Even a couple of the Wolf House kids had muttered it in her direction. Others probably said it too. Behind her back when she wasn't aware.

The first time someone called her that she asked her mother what it meant. She was seven. Her cousin had hurt himself. She didn't know how, but there he was crying in the hallway as she left the bathroom with damp hands. There were no obvious signs of injury. He wasn't bleeding, no bones were broken. All that was wrong was his tears and his clinging grip to his leg.

So she carried on to the kitchen because she was hungry and wanted something to eat.

Eventually her aunt went looking for her son, and found the blubbering mess he was. Coral didn't know what was said. But whatever was, it had her aunt come barreling into the kitchen, spitting vitriol and expletives while Coral held a glass of water and cookie in either hand.

It was a confusing event. He wasn't dying. Why did she need to make him feel better? Why did she need to go get an adult from where they were all congregated outside? She didn't want to talk to anyone.

As she always had, her mother came roaring to her defense in seconds. There had been a contested yelling match - screams from her aunt, moderated but loud tone from her mother. They went home shortly after. Her mother's first thing when they arrived home was to pull out the dictionary. Aloud she had read out the definition of psychopath. Then, as always, gave a couple general examples that had Coral confused over why her aunt would call her that.

Flipping back the pages, she said, You are not a psychopath, guppy. You just don't have empathy. She read aloud the definition of empathy. Once finished, she pressed both hands against the table on either side of the book. Not everyone can easily put themselves in other people's shoes. I have trouble with it. Your father can't do it at all. People like us have to focus on sympathy and compassion.

Both words were explained to her. Compassion was the one that had stumped her. She knew her cousin was upset. He was crying. Crying usually meant someone was sad or hurt. She understood that, was sympathetic to it. But she was hungry and he wasn't bleeding, so his tears didn't matter. Why did she have to stop and give him a hug over something that didn't matter?

I wasn't feeling well last week, her mother had said. But I wasn't dying. I wasn't bleeding. I wasn't throwing up. You still made me soup.

Coral considered that. How she'd stood on a footstool in front of the stove, opening a can of soup into a pot. Then carrying the pot at a snail's pace to where her mother was resting. She'd laughed at the time, before thanking Coral and telling her not to use the stove without permission.

But she had been stuffed up with a small cold. And Coral knew that people were supposed to eat chicken noodle soup when they weren't feeling well. It was what her mother did for her. It was on the TV in shows and commercials.

I care about you, she said. Should I pretend other people are you so I can care about them?

Her mother had laughed. No, guppy. I don't think that would work for you. You've never been good at that kind of visualization. But you know how it works, yes? When a child cries, their family hugs them and reassures them that they are safe. When a person is injured, you call an ambulance and try to help until it arrives. When someone is cold, you offer warmth.

Scripts, Coral said. She understood social scripts, even if she didn't get them. Niceties. Saying hello to people as you pass them by, holding the door open when someone is following you out, sharing the toys at school or on the playground.

Listening to your little brother as he tells you about the things he went through in the weeks after your farewell.

When he'd first flagged her down, there was an obvious change in him. However, it was hidden behind a fragile mask. It had been months since they last spoke. He followed her to the closest park. Settling down on the grass felt reminiscent of their last day together months ago. Bag of food between them, sun shining above, and a sense of things to come.

He'd laughed as he told her, Oh, I'm the son of Poseidon actually.

While she had never thought about it before, it wasn't a surprise. The world was a big place. Why would the Roman pantheon be the only ones out there?

As Percy explained things, she pieced together a separate understanding.

She had wanted him to embrace the storm he so clearly kept at bay. There was nothing to fear from a hurricane. A typhoon. A tsunami. He just needed to let go of that worry. But there were signs that he couldn't. That emotion was an important part of the storm. Something she couldn't comprehend.

Now it clicked. The old adages - the sea is loving, the sea is hateful, the sea is angry, the sea is calm. For him, the ocean was an emotional entity. Where Neptune was apathetic, Poseidon was passionate. That passion carried down to Percy, as apathy carried down to her, and left him needing emotion to generate the storm.

It made sense.

The Greeks prioritized Poseidon more than the Romans did. Fisherman, casual sailors, navies, those who lived too close to the coast - they'd see the sea differently than the Romans, who really only encountered the sea for conquest purposes.

In Rome the ocean didn't care about you, because they didn't care much about it. But in Greece prayers to Poseidon were likely made often - clear seas, plentiful fish, no sea monsters. Storms and destruction meant he was angry. Gentle tides and full nets meant he was happy. There was meaning to the way his waves crashed against the rocks.

Just as there was meaning to the way Percy pulled at the skin on his wrist. As he spoke, turning tide to what had happened after she left, his gaze cut far away from her. Haggard down and tired, his voice pulled out of him with a low rasp. Every word was clipped of detail. Trimmed down to the barest bones.

It wasn't for her benefit. He was sticking to the shallows for his own. Traumas slept in the depths. He wanted to stay surfaced with only the lap of it against their feet.

Silence poked its head up between them after he finished with bitten off words about his suicide attempt and how he was staying elsewhere, hiding from gods. Ah, she thought. That's why he had come to her.

His question cut the background noise. "How do you do it?" She cocked her head. "Just. Not feel." He pressed his hand to his chest. "I'm so tired of feeling everything all the time."

She opened her mouth to answer. Then paused. Her breath held frozen in her throat. Slowly she let it out and shook her head. "I don't feel. I've always been empty." She tilted her head, caught his sea-green eyes. "I thought you knew that."

He chewed on his lower lip before answering. "Yeah." He turned away to face the the rest of the park, staring with a vague and distant look. "I just. I thought..."

As his voice faded away, his gaze dipped down to his hands. One was tightly gripped to his drink. The other lied flat on his thighs. He twitched it. Trying to remember he was real.

She turned away. The grass was swaying gently in the low breeze. There were little kids running around. One tripped over their stubby legs and fell. Their friends shrieked and ran over to check on them. Internally she knew she should feel something for that kid, feel something over the events. But only empty indifference pumped through her heart.

"Not feelings things isn't all its cracked up to be," she said. "I know when one brand tastes better than another, but there's no joy to create a preference." She gestured loosely. "Even swimming - I never got excited at the idea of it. My mother knew I enjoyed going out into the ocean. But I felt nothing about it. I still don't."

Quiet curiousity passed through Percy's eyes. "You don't feel settled?"

"I don't feel anything." She turned back to the front. The kids were now chasing each other again. The child who fell was laughing, the sound of their voice carrying faintly over. "If anything is there, it's shipwrecked and buried deep."

She picked up a few french fries from the bag between them. After eating, she licked the salt from her fingers. "Not feeling won't stop you from getting hurt," she added. "But it will stop you from keeping your Annabeth." He lit up briefly at the sound of her name. "People don't like being friends with robots."

He snorted. "I know a guy who'd disagree with you on that." He pulled his drink out and peeled the leftover paper from the top of the straw. "Besides, haven't you seen any movies? Lots of people have robot friends."

"Those robots are human," she said. "They're just made of mechanics." She considered another french fry. "The ones that aren't human want to be. They don't feel but they learn what it is to feel. To dream. To care. They are not empty or devoid. That's why those characters have robot friends. And it's why I don't have any."

The paper rolled between his fingertips. "And that doesn't bother you?"

She held her hand out for the paper. It rolled off his thumb and onto her palm. "No." She stared at the little white ball. "It doesn't."

There were a few trial friendships through her life. But either the classification of "friend" didn't suit them to how she knew friends were supposed to be or they were bothersome and she told them outright, flatly, to leave her alone because they were annoying.

Her openness tended to get her sent to the principal's office. Or the counselor. Who, often, wound up sending her to the principal's office.

When the wolves took her away, she was pleased it wasn't a group of people trying to drag her along. Animals were always pleasant to be around. She liked their elderly cat, a black and white girl, who spent most of her time napping wherever she fell over. If she crawled into Coral's lap for a nap, Coral was never bothered by it. The same went for the wolves when they nipped and nudged her into warm wolf piles.

Wolves were pack animals though. With that understanding, the Wolf House was unwanted. Would she have no choice but to befriend someone? To make the bonds that slipped off her like soap before? Was she willing to try? Would it work out for her this time? Or would she just be gritting her teeth and trying to get through the training before making her escape?

There were social aspects at the Wolf House. Teamwork was emphasized. Coral was decent at teamwork. She didn't quite understand what the point of it was - protect the pack and all that. She'd asked Lupa once. The wolf goddess' answer didn't make sense, and she rebuffed her when Coral told her so.

It's been so long, I forgot, she'd said so loud in Coral's head. Children of the sea do not understand the purpose of the pack. Run along, pup.

I'm a guppy, Coral said aloud. I would be called a fry, not a pup.

Lupa growled. The warning was obvious, though Coral didn't know why it was being given. The growl faded out slow. All the while Coral stared deep into black eyes, unbothered and unafraid. In the back of her mind, she had the sense that she was supposed to be. That Lupa was a creature to fear. The other kids trembled when she stalked by. The wolves bowed their heads to her.

Coral never did. She found no reason to.

The final social aspect of the Wolf House was the journey to Camp Jupiter. It was awful.

From hour one of their venture, she'd become exhausted by the people she was with. The only exception was the Mors' girl. She was chattier than expected out of a child of death itself, but she was not intrusive. Where the others moaned about every little problem that came their way, she was more anecdotal. The few times she vented Coral didn't find herself winded by any of the words.

"Friendship isn't something I've ever needed," she said. "But you like your Annabeth. You need feelings to like her. And to like the other people I'm sure you have who are important to you.."

"Yeah," Percy said. His straw bounced against his lower lip. "Grover." A gentle smile tugged at the edge of his lips. "And my mom. She's great."

Coral nodded. "My mother's good too. I think she's the only person who loves me. And I didn't mind being around her before I left home." She glanced over at a dog jogging alongside their owner, then cut her eyes to Percy. "But I don't miss her."

He went stiff, eyes widening just a smidge. His grip on his drink tightened.

She leaned back on her hands. "I don't even know if I love her. I don't know what love is." She shrugged. "It's an intensity I don't have the capacity to experience."

Rumination slipped across his face. He sipped from his drink. She turned away The kids were now chasing each other again. The child who fell was laughing, the sound of their voice carrying faintly over.

When his sips turned into trying to drink the leftover ice through his straw, he said, "I can't imagine not loving my mom." There was a quiet grain in his voice. Not quite pity. An internal stress at the thought. A fearful possiblity. He popped the lid off his drink and shook the ice inside. "Or not being sure that I did."

She reached over and pressed the side of his cup with the tip of her forefinger. The sensation of rapid melting tickled against her palm. Once all that was left in his cup was cold water mixing with the soda he picked, she pulled away.

"No," she said. "It doesn't."

The phrase itself was spoken infrequently in their house, and only by her mother. She wasn't required to echo it back. Once, and only once, she asked what love was - what defined it, how people knew they felt it. The dictionary definition was vague at best. Intense feeling of deep affection for people. The definition for love of a thing made more sense to her - great interest and enjoyment. But even there she was stumped.

Coral, herself, was hollowed out and empty most of the time. When she wasn't, it was only the barest sense of emotion. Annoyance or confusion featured the most. It was vague haziness. Like a question mark of an emotion, versus a concrete feeling.

The emptiness made people difficult. Their problems, their needs. It all crafted a straightjacket she wanted to avoid. Lonely kids would try to befriend her at school only to realize she was not equipped to or interested in dealing with their sadness. She could play games with them. She could visit their house. She could sleep beside them in a sleeping bag.

But once they attached themselves to her side at all times, once they piled on or prodded at her empty center, the simplicity of what once was would immediately fall apart. Annoyance was usually what she felt. A vague creeping sense of wrongness.

The lack of space, physical or otherwise, was a cage. She wasn't an animal. Their endless emotional needs were burials, every word a shovelful of dirt trying to crush and suffocate her. Sticking their hands through her hollowed core and demanding something that wasn't there was just purely bothersome.

However, with her mother, with the girl before, with Percy? It was easier. Her mother gave her space at an early age. The Mors' girl never asked her to carry her problems like others did. Percy believed her when she said she felt nothing emotionally. They didn't require her to adapt herself to fix the world's silly molds.

With that in mind, she took a slow breath and reached over to pull Percy into her side. He stiffened up in surprise, but went easy.

"Coral-"

"Shush," she said. "It's called compassion." His laugh cut short with a quiet cry that he stifled. She stroked his hair. It had grown out some, still short, but shaggier now. "I'm not good at emotion. But I know they're important to have." She let him go and stood up. Gathering up their things, she held her hand out. "Come on."

There were worse things than a motel room. Despite popular theory, she found a good number of them to be clean and comfortable. Maybe the decor was strange, the carpet dull with time, but they were livable. That's what mattered.

Her current motel had a bathtub that she bullied Percy into. Turning on the tap, she sat on the dry side. The only sound between them was the sloshing of the water. Once it filled to just below the edge of the tub, she turned the tap off.

"I don't feel," she said. "But sometimes when I was younger, I would know that I was a certain way, even if the feeling wasn't there." She tapped the water. It rippled out across Percy's clothed torso. "Sitting in the tub would make those thoughts fade away."

Percy splashed the water over his exposed knees. "You think it'll make my feelings fade."

"No." She crossed her arms over the edge of the tub. "Those feelings are a wound that needs to heal. The tub isn't a therapist." She drew up a little spout of water that splashed against his cheek. "But it'll help."

He splashed the water over his knee again. Then again. Then again. Then turned his face just enough to catch her eyes. "Why are you trying to help me?"

"My mother told me that sympathy and compassion were important to focus on when you're not born with empathy," she said. She rested her chin on her wrists. "And I care about you." His brows furrowed. Her cheek squished into the back of her hand. "I don't need to feel things to know who's important, Percy."

She pulled back, planted her palms against the edge of the tub, and pushed up enough to lean over and kiss the top of his head. She counted to five in her head, then pulled back and relaxed back into the soft gray bathmat.

"I'm still a person," she added. "Even numb limbs feel something. The wires just get crossed so nothing processes. Or they don't know what it is, and that vagueness gets written off as absence. But even if people think I am, I'm not a robot."

He tilted his face away. Then leaned against the back of the tub. "Sometimes I don't know what I'm feeling. It's just a fog. But I know it's a lot." He closed his eyes. "And it's hurts." A ragged exhale shattered from his lungs. His hands drew up to the side of his head, gripping at his hair. "I just wanna stop. Feeling. Anything."

The water beneath him stirred. It cycled in a slow circle around him, before increasing in speed. The mini bathwater waves slashed against the rim of the tub.

"You can't," she said. "Even our father feels." She reached over and began detaching his hands from his head one finger at a time. "Your version is too emotional. Mine isn't. But he still feels, as small as it might be." Lowering both his hands into the water, she held onto them. He shook in her grip. "It's why he has his wife. It's why I'm here. Why the others before me were born. Even the uncaring sea knows that emotion is necessary to live."

Grief and distress covered his wet face. The water slowed down but thrashed around him, as though a writhing creature.

Or a drowning man.

She squeezed his hands. "You're lucky. Feeling the hurt means you know what the cause is. You can work it out, Percy. Not feeling anything means it takes you two months to realize the strangeness in your head every time you answer the phone is actually annoyance, or discomfort, because your classmate won't leave you alone."

His laugh was watery. His chest heaved in thick weary breaths. The water drew cold and colder, as though it was gearing up for a winter freeze.

Releasing one of his hands under the water, she cupped his cheek. "I can't be upset that I don't feel, because I can't feel enough to be upset. But I know it's something worthwhile because if it wasn't, the lack of it in myself wouldn't be so noticeable."

Their foreheads bumped together. Her eyes drew down to their entwined hands. She stroked his cheek until his breathing relaxed. His breath was warm against her skin. Sunlight slipped through her mind. Reflective waves. Boiling geysers.

"I'm dying." The words cut out of him in a whisper, a rasped confession. Even under the growing heat, he shivered. "It's like I'm trapped in a hurricane. No matter how hard I fight, I can't get out it." His voice went hoarse. "It wants to kill me."

"It's not going to kill you. Stop fighting it," she said. "Embrace the storm, remember?" She squeezed his hand again. "It's the only way you can get back to the calm."

#my writing #my fanfic #percy jackson #happy's asks #happy talks pjo #glitterytheoristmentality #oof i am. sleepy tired. but heyo! got another one. hugs and hugs everybody #at some point i should write down how coal is for some consistency between these drabbles but lmao who's got the time #daughters of neptune

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moonchildstyles · 1 year

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Older h is such a soft man handler! Like if he wanted her on top of him but he’s the one on top atm he’d just kiss her cheek and talk about how she’d look so pretty on top of him “so pretty baby” *kiss* “gonna put you on top, pretty girl” and he knows she’s out of it with her little noises so he just flips her around :( and before they proceed he just looks up at her noticing her puffy lips and needy eyes :( since she’s in a better light and isn’t hiding in his shadow anymore :( he pulls her down to him until their chests are touching hands caressing her cheeks until her eyes flutter closed “look at me, pretty” humming noises come out of her lips and it’s only when he taps her cheeks a couple of times with his thumb that she opens up “good job” kissing her lips :( she’s pushing her body closer to his begging him to continue what they were doing :( “if you want it so bad-” hands caressing her sides “-why don’t you just do it” she gets whiny “can’t! you have to help me, please” sounding so sad he almost gives up :( but a smile takes over his face dimples fully on display “I’m not that mean ofc I’ll help you-” hands feeling her waist “but you gotta kickstart this, pretty” and just her trying to position herself on top of him looking at him for guidance </3 and him telling her how well she’s doing with lots of encouraging words :( and just him holding himself to help her cause he’s too hard while he tells her how good she makes him feel and it’s all because of her :( and him telling her to slide down slowly so she doesn’t hurt herself <////3 she’s whining and letting out little moans :( his hands grab at her waist helping her </3 and just him looking at where the meet getting harder by the sec and yeah </3 🧸

BESTIE BEAR OH MY GOD:( FIRST OF ALL IVE MISSED YOU AND THEN YOU RETURN W THIS IM SOSOSOOSOSOSO:( YOURE SOOOOOOOO RIGHT:( like he loves how gorgeous she looks under him ofc but he wants to see her in the light too see her lashes and the puff of her lips and her hair all messy around her face he wants to see it all better but him being so sweet to her kissing and telling her just what hes going to do she doesn't get upset or startled :( and HIM TAPPING HER CHEEK TO GET HER TO OPEN HER EYES UP FOR HIM:(((( HE WANTS TO SEE HER " LET ME SEE YOUR EYES PRETTY, CMON" and her:(((( being his pouty girl bc she wants him:( she misses him inside:(((((( and he's not mean, hes going to help her he just wants to see her bounce on her own for just a minute, see how much she wants him:(((( AND HIM.....HOLDING HIMSELF STEADY FOR HER SO SHE CAN SINK DOWN AND HIM HOLDING HER HIP W HIS OTHER HAND SO HE CAN MAKE SURE SHES NOT GOING TOO FAST SO SHE DOESN'T OVERWHELM HERSELF:( AND HES BEING SOOOO GOOD TO HER TELLING HER HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND HOW HES THIS HARD ALL BECAUSE OF HER AND :( MAKING HER PAUSE WHEN SHE SINKS ALL THE WAY DOWN W HER HIPS ON HIS AND HE CAN FEEL HOW WET SHE IS AND JUST :((((((( IM SO SICK BUT HIM ALSO LOOKINGAT WHERE THEY'RE CONNECTED......YEAH THATS THE ONE........

#anon #ask #🧸 anon #aster inspo #concept #also how's your school break going???? you said you finished w exams recently right?????

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sebsxphia · 8 months

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Sebbie m'dear, I'm really glad to hear you're doing well and I am sorry for your loss. If you need to talk I'm always around but there's no pressure to do so at all.

I really, really enjoyed that soft Preacher!Rhett drabble you wrote out (hit a little bit harder than usual but I absolutely love that side of him and can't resist it, lol). Might I offer you another in return??

I was thinking about it being fall and the weather growing colder. It's getting to be spooky season which means the church's annual Halloween party is right around the corner (like I said, man of God or not, Rhett loves Halloween and all the fun that comes with it) and that means the church craft market, the farmers' market and the Halloween fundraisers for the childrens' and veterans hospitals etc.

Rhett doesn't really have to shoulder too much duty in the fall seeing as he has you and the babies to look after. It's one of those crisp, autumn Sundays where you've just shooed the babies outside to go and play in the leaf piles that Rhett's raked up or blown with the leaf blower and they're all in their little flannel jackets and sweaters.

You're inside the house where it's nice and warm and cozy, the woodstove in the living room is going as is Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride". Baby Dallas, your youngest that you and Rhett adopted, is snoozing away in his little wicker bassinet in the living room, all snuggled under his crocheted blankets, sucking away on his little blue paci while the family cat is nested in beside him, purring away. You're slow cooking a chuck roast in the little red dutch oven full of carrots, celery, pearl onions, garlic, herbs, spices and a rather liberal helping of red wine (lol) and the house smells soooooooo good.

Rhett and the older children all come traipsing in from the chilly afternoon to the smell of dinner slow cooking in the oven. The babies all head down to the playroom that you and Rhett had made for them, waiting for the rest of your friends and family to come over for Sunday dinner including an elderly neighbor of Rhett's who's never missed a Sunday service since she was little. You and Rhett both share a little bit of a slow dance in the kitchen until Dallas starts waking up from his nap and wants his daddy.

You and Rhett both hang around in the kitchen for a little while, you to get the dinner prepped and him to have the baby close by in case he needs to feed (he definitely wasn't against you using a home remedy or something from the doc to stimulate the milk flow when you adopted Amy and she needed to feed and also knew you needed to do the same for Dallas when he came out of his incubator). Even still, you both look at the little stone claddagh ring wall plaque that says "Bless This House", you and Rhett know full well that you are and always will be.

ohhhhhhhhh my love my love my loveeeee! if this isn’t the dream! i’ve mentioned it before, but that season is my absolute faveeee and i felt so warm, cosy and comforted reading this, it was so lovely and really what i needed rn 🥺

to live a content and cosy life like that with rhett would just be the dream! i loved all the little descriptions of yours 🥹

thank you so much for this sweet and comforting thought, and for your well wishes. it means so much to me and you know i’m always here if you need me too 🥺 ilysm, mwah mwah mwah! 💗🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #auroralightsthesky <33 #💐 these are for you!!#rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 23 days

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Hiiiiii cheerryyy~ it's been a while, I'm back, haunting yiur inbox girlie~

PLEAAAASE Look at theses vintage(I'm very uncertain of the year they were created however I'd have to guess 50s, maybe mid to late 50s since I noticed an influx in more novelty shaped items during those times, leading into the 60s)

Anyways BUTTONS!! They're shaped to be like cigarette boxes with the cigarettes!!

I'm soooooooo SOOOO Obsessed with them, and while sure yeah ahahaha funny funny, Nancy sewing them onto somthing of Ace's becuse he smokes-

I'm thinking a cute thought just, please imagine, acw collects shit like this..

He keeps it hidden in a like lined shoe box and such, tends to put them into other containers if he wants to hear the gentle rattle rattle of the buttons or maybe marbles rattle around in s small metal tea ten that still smells like the tea he had....

He definitely stole stuff from Nancy because he liked the buttons, fabric, or whatever and doesn't know how to break and ask her to keep them for hinself, but one day he shyly and quietly shows her his little collection of things and it's so sweet, he's s little collector and small thef of the sweet harmless button kind.

(Also imagine, Mary also collects all sorts of soft things and it's cute, but is mkre open about it than Ace)

BROOOOOOOOO I'm utterly fucking obsessed with vintage buttons they're such lovely and interesting designs I ANSJEJJWJW

Ace shouldn't show Nancy cause without a doubt she WILL sew them into anything if he gives it ti her to fix

#cherry rambles #cherry answers #ask #stand by me #stand by me 1986 #stand by me ace #ace merrill

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isabelguerra · 1 month

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what would isabel wear to yule if she picked her own outfit? (uve mentioned before that her dress is picked for her so im curious to know what she would have worn if she could choose it for herself) :)

YEEEEEEEESSYESYES YES!!!! I’VE BEEN HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS FOR AAAAGES!!! ANON YOURE THE BEST!!<333

Clears my throat. Will Smith pose. I present:

THE LENNI FOR FREE PEOPLE CHROMATIC SUIT IN RED 🌟✨

She would look SOOOOOOOO CUTE IN THIS!! Isabel would KILL the 'bi woman in a suit' look!!!!!!

It’s velvet so you KNOW it would be so soft. And the sequin stars are SO EXCITING and EXPRESSIVE and FUN, they're the perfect visual representation of her cheery energy and flashy tendencies. Plus they’re shiny, literally making her the star (hehe) of the room.

I think this would fit her personality PERFECTLY. It’s fun and dazzling and daring and slightly edgy - dressed down and super casual, but decadent. This, plus a fun crop top or bralette underneath like in pictures 2+3, and a pair of glossy pointed bright red boots would be THE look of the evening. I’d accessorize it with a high bun that has loose pieces in front to frame her face, and some thick gold jewelry to bring out the warm tones in her skin. This would be a great way to blend her cooler tomboyish style with her cuter feminine style that Zack uses more in promo illustrations.

Isabel isn’t usually blingy and is a very practical dresser. yule is the one night when she could indulge and really have fun with how she dresses, so i'm going all in on this hypothetical scenario

#asks #anon #wizard au #isabel would go so hard in the deep maroon red of pics 2+3.......#NOT those shoes though. eugh. the chunky heel? no. impractical and also way too gaudy.#i love the model they use for pice 1+3... u dont see much of her face hut she even *feels* a little like isabel #*pics lol oops #and the low rise.... NO thank you. high waisted trouser suit pants+ crop top+ suit jacket is the perfect combo. unmatched.#maybe shed have a stylish belt too to hold them up. i have one in my closet that would fit this look so well ugh. UGH

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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BUGS. Okay, I didn't think about band AU at all. But in my defense I've never had a band phase (I remember being in middle school and being so fucking confused why everyone was so obsessed with 1D. In my mind it was like: why??? They're just boys who sing. 😭)

I think my firefighter au idea comes entirely from the fact that I'm listening to Lady Gaga a lot lately (lately, I say, as if I'm not talking about the past like five years). And that part of Alejandro: And all those flames that burned before him, Now he's gotta firefight, gotta cool the bad.

Now my thoughts:

As lead singer of The Daggers, Bradley Bradshaw knows he's hot shit. Women will do just about anything for one night with him, groupies follow him on every tour, and Bradley willingly accepts all of it. But when his womanizing ways put the band at risk, Bradley is forced to publicize his relationship. His relationship that is entirely fake.

I just can feel the angst from here. I have this suspicion that maybe he will fall in love first? Oh! OH! Or for more angst she could fall in love first and then he will fuck up? A bit like him and Dove. In any scenario, knowing how emotionally unstable and completely unable to express human emotions your Bradleys are, I just know there's gonna be so much angst!

I feel like you always make Jake an asshole (not complaining!), and he totally is. But can you imagine a Rockstar asshole Jake??? That's literally dangerous territory for my emotional issues. Like, making me fall for him again - not fair. >:(

With their sudden rise to fame, The Daggers get offered the opportunity to write a song for a feature film. Bob never anticipated that you would be in it. Or that you both would hit it off at the movie's premiere. Or that all of that would lead to a whirlwind romance with the girl he's had a celebrity crush on since he was 13.

Soooooooo. The way I'm seeing this, Starlight shot to stardom when she was a teenager. BUT IS SHE OLDER THAN BOB????????? I mean, could you imagine Bob with an older woman. Even if the age difference is insignificant (like a few years)? Because I totally can! I don't know why, but imagine him so soft for her (I mean from the summary)!

I don't even dare ask who's story you're most excited about (but I do, I do).

the firefighter au is such a good one, but I feel like I'd make it a one shot or blurbs because I don't know how many different plots I could pull from it (this is solely based off of all the trailers I see for what look to be the most off the rails firefighter tv shows lmao)

😙 we shall just have to see what happens with Bradley and Fairy when we get there.........

how could I make Jake Seresin a rockstar and not an asshole?? you all can only suspend your disbelief so far (also in the au after this one, he won't be an asshole — and baseball Jake is maybe the least asshole man I've ever written!! I do nice things sometimes)

I picture Starlight getting into acting young (think Stranger Things kids) so they're around the same age when Bob watches a movie she's in and falls in love ✨

and I'm excited for all of them, but I've been waiting to write a fake dating fic so do with that what you will

#daggers on tour— asks #acatwriteshere #what's up doc

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kpophubb · 2 years

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Hii it's me!

Your Hee anonie~ ☆

I'm back and ready to spam you with love. However, this message won't be any soft hour or imagine :O !

Firstly, seeing your response makes me giggle and my friends actually suspected for like 2 weeks that I actually had a crush on someone. As if law school gives time for that. ANYWAY after much confrontation I told them that it's me reading your response to my asks hehehe

Secondly, soooooooo I am huge reader and I mainly love to read classics, mysteries and legal thrillers (whodunit!!!) And there was book fair in my campus!! 60% off 😲 SO OFC I WENT and I was picking up classics, some textbooks etc. And I passed by romance section. Now I am not a romance reader (I have read a few which I LOVE) anyway but I love looking at what's new or what's currently hot in each genre. And suddenly I get surrounded by like 8 girls who are simultaneously going "NO PLS YOU GOTTA READ THIS ILL GIVE MY FIRST BORN IF YOU DO" "it's so good" "you'll cry" "you jaw will be hanging open" blah blah etc etc and help I didn't even know like 3 of them 😭

Guess which book of them were talking about ??

Coolen Hoover's It Ends With Us. And ngl I am kinda hesitant about romance genre itself but also a little to try books from Katie Roberts, Colleen Hoover, Jenny Han etc. Because I just feel like I will be disappointed and there will be a lot of "oh they're teenagers, they're growing they make stupid mistakes" kinda things idk if I am able to explain it nicely. Just hesitant that I might invest time into a book only to get irritated at tbe actions of the characters. And while I do understand that there won't be any drama if the characters were completely rational and fine, it just gets under my nerves when they make stupid decisions like getting back with someone who cheated on them, parents being useless, doing drugs at parties etc. IK I SOUND LIKE A STUCK UP RN BUT PLS I JUST WANT A BOOK WITH RATIONAL AND NORMAL PEOPLE. anyway point is I was like ??? Is this a cult ??? Anyway I ended up getting the book because well they were like "we'll pay for it !!" And how can I say no to my bestie spending money 🤨🤨 true friendship right there.

And then I OPEN TUMBLR AND SEE COLLEEN HOOVER IN YOUR ACC ?? IS THIS A CULT ?

Also here are the romance books I have read AND really loved :

1. House in the Cerulean Sea (ok not really romance but ?? It's still fluff and has romance and found family)

2. Red, white and Royal Blue

3. The Kiss Quotient

4. The Lovely War

Pls I will FRAME THIS BOOK. MAKE A SHRINE. SO GOOD. help.

Anyway do tell me your thoughts on your fav books if you read !! And hehehe pls 🙏 saw your masterlist 😟 I am stunned 🤐 speechless 🤯 masterpieces 💫 I gotta binge read everything now ig I have no other choice.

ALSO YES THIS IS WHAT I ACTUALLY STARTED WRITING THIS ASk FOR.

Are you up for some angst too? Like I have some angsty thoughts if you want. Ofc with enha AlSo may include some SKZ members idk I am not telling 😚

Anyway stay hydrated !! Byeeeee ♡☆♡☆♡

Also yes I manifest Jake hoon live everytime I send you an ask hehe

Hello and welcome my hee anonie 🥺🫶🏻 (I just saw your ask a while ago and I DASHED to get all my work done so I could sit down and reply nicely to you that’s how much attention you deserve from me and everyone) FIRST AND FOREMOST, HAPPY HEESEUNG DAY!🖤

Aaaaaah I love this kinda gossip!! You don’t even have to come up with imagines all the time trust me I love it sm when ppl fill me up with their random thoughts and what they did throughout the day cause it’s so adorable to me!! You can always go upto someone and send them fanfics, but only ppl who care for u and love u truly will sit down and listen to you rant and find you cute for it! For me you’re like that ♡ and ugh omg!😭 if they suspected that, then that means my asks must have made you SMILE REALLY BIG!🥺 that makes me so flattered and smiley you have no idea xhdndjdndj yaay achievement unlocked!😘 (ikr how do people even date when they’re law or med students but FIRST, how do people even date when they Stan enha istg I can’t find anyone else attractive irl my brain has smh registered jake as my real love lmao anyway)

Now I’ll be real honest with you. I’d give it ends with us a 7.5/10 and not really recommend it for someone like you who’s really busy and looking for a 11/10 experience, without any disappointments. I read the book when I was 16 y/o and I remember finding it so touching and good but when I reread the book again once I turned 18, I realized there are so many things wrong with that book? So many mistakes and messed up situations and most importantly, so many triggering themes with no warnings like- childhood trauma, death of a loved one, abusive parents, rape etc. etc. it’s a real bad buzz if you have any one of these traumas as it might inflict unwanted pain inside your heart for no reason. On the other hand, I’d really suggest you “twisted love.” It’s an adult romance book, it’s for mature adult readers, has twists and smut too, friendships, family and it’s really an ♾️/10 for me. :’) <3 and about your Recs??! I’d definitely check them out baby I’m a big bookaholic!

Aww thank you so so much?🥹 I really like editing pics and videos as a free time hobby and since I didn’t have access to internet for 2 hours I edited all the layouts and pics for my masterlist! Thank u so much for showering my works with love. :’) and pls I love angst? Angst is so so underrated in my opinion. Everywhere is fluff and smut but my fav genre is angst tbh. I have a request to you, in your free time, PLS READ MY FIC “but were you mine?” Part 1 is attached to it read it first it’s a small drabble and I also attached and made a video with the title to double the heartbreak effect lol. It was really personal, the dialogues really reflected the insides of my heart a lot, unrequited love and I go hand in hand and that fic I wrote is the most special and closest to my heart. So I’d be so honoured if you read the 2 series drabble and lmk your thoughts. And, I’ll also be up for your angsty imagines ugh I’ll be waiting!!

You take care too bubs!! Ikr I hope so too jakehoon always come live when we talk? That would be so cool!😭 it’s already so cool that you found my book ask after you bought it, see everything you do brings you back to me tehee <3 🙈 now time for my unnecessary tmis that you didn’t ask for. OKAY SO remember how I told you I wanted to make a collector enha ig account? I FINALLY MADE IT! aah so so happy I’ve always found them so aesthetic I can’t believe I made one for me. 🥹 I’ll be posting reels someday too over there hehe! I also feel very relaxed recently cause I wrote poetry in my journal and decorated it with my feelings so AAAH! Since this got quite long anyway, I’ll end this but let you know first that- YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE AMAZING, YOU ARE APPRECIATED, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, BE KIND TO YOURSELF AND I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH! 🤍🤍

#mia’s asks #engene 💌#my hee anonie

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deadlilmoon · 2 years

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I really love your art!! Especially the way you draw expressions band bodies 🥺

Do you have any tips on how to draw expressions or how to practice anatomy? They're the hardest thing for me to learn/memorize so I would soooooooo appreciate it 😭❤️

Thank you! Oh I can give you a few tips for expressions and emotions. The point here - is to work with eyes and eyebrows. Maybe at first time you're gonna exaggerate them to more cartoonish look. Try to start with some basic - anger, surprise, happiness and other simple emotions. And with time it would be really easy to draw even harder ones - like smiling with eyes or lovingly soft smile etc. When emotions could be felt when you're just looking at the picture

Also good practice is to draw for different emotion challenges - like this one

To get better with anatomy - it comes with practice! Look at your own body, look info how muscles build (not all of them - but the most biggest ones, that are visible) Look for the references. It really helps Also try to simplify the body to the simple shapes! It's really easier to understand the anatomy. Don't try to rush to hardcore realism Well and a big tip - while you're drawing always flip your canvas! It's gonna look really awful at first, and you can spent an hour or two just for picture look not ugly every time you flip it. But trust me the day when your artwork gonna look the same when you flip it, it would be the best day Here some quick pic - of how I work with anatomy and bodies Also for me it was a little bit easier - thanks to my med school. It's really easy when you just know how muscles and bones are work. And I don't use references now, I just look at my body or use power of imagination :D

#ask #my artwork #drawing tips #i'm not good with explanation in english #but i hope it helps

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royalsunshinehotel · 2 years

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hellooo i've been obsessively reading all ur sherrif hassan fics. they're all soooooooo good. i can practically hear rahul kohli's voice plssssss. if ur still taking requests please consider: public sex. thank u for ur service

10:01 AM (Sheriff Hassan x Reader)

A/N: I'm gonna lose my shit I tried so hard ok. Rahul DM me money. I need moneys.

It wasn’t as if you were a prude, you just weren't used to the anonymity of New York. It was “the city”, so very different from Crockett. But You, Hassan, and Ali had all made it. The city is a reward.

Ali is gone now, off to college, leaving you with Hassan, trying to find out what life looked like when your child is now technically an adult.

Trauma is a strange beast, anyone who’s experienced this before knows it well.

Certain areas of your relationship changed when you didn’t want it to

Sure you slept in the same bed now, but he hadn’t put his hands on you since the island caught fire.

You could feel him in the night, horrible dreams keeping him hostage. He’d wake, remember where is, and pull you to him.

Sometimes he runs a hand along the side of your neck, tracing the vicious reminder of that night.

He wasn’t fast enough and you paid for it.

The only reason you knew all of this was because you didn’t sleep anymore. At least not in a way that mattered.

Hassan knows this, and both of you kept it under wraps for Ali’s sake

And now the boy is gone. Who are you trying to protect?

So it starts with picnics. Nothing too intense, just two blocks over from your apartment. Both of you were still healing, that much as obvious, but you had each other to lean on, and that was enough.

Today was a day like any other, only you’re wearing that soft orange dress, the one you know Hassan likes, and you’d picked out a bag of his favorites.

No reason, you just miss him is all.

He knows better than to try and carry the bag, you’d put a stop to that right away when he’d first suggested he lift anything heavy at home.

And the two of you walk in a warm, comfortable silence.

“You want to say something, don’t you,” he declares as the two of you cross the street to the small green patch in the city.

“How do you know?”

“I’m a detective.” He knows better.

“Oh, sure.” You tried to shrug it off, spreading the blanket out under an old, quiet oak tree.

Hassan watches intently as you fluff up the pillows you had in your bag, so he could lay comfortable.

Something in his chest burns as he watches your hands carefully prop him up against your favorite tree, fluffing the pillow up just right, and slowly lowering him back.

He was supposed to be doing this for you, not the other way around. You’d been doting on him for the past six months. It's almost like you forgot who’s in charge here.

The logical, calm, part of his mind tells him that you’re just sweet like that. You just want things to be good for him because you love him, no more, no less.

But still, the power you held over him as he healed...you were getting too big for your britches. Someone had to put you back in your place.

“Hassan?” You ask, noticing his glazed expression.

“Um, yes. I’m fine”

“Everything go okay with the doctor?”

“Oh, the usual, I’m just old.” He tries to joke, as you give him a perfect view of what’s under your dress as you sit down. The breeze today is his friend, and he fights to keep himself under control. It’s not fair that this happened.

“Come on, you’re not old, you can still bounce back!” You smack his chest, hand lingering just a little too long on his heart.

“Everything’s bounced as back as it can get,” he pulls a face, and his skin starts to warm under your touch. Either you’d truly wanted to start something, or you forgot the effect you have on him.

“Good.” You declare.

“Hm?” he gives you a half-smile

“That’s good you're bouncing back!”

“It’s been quite the process, you’ve been amazing for all of it.” He praises, raising a thumb to graze your cheek. He’s not going to say how difficult this has been for him, because you already know.

“You know, anything...to bounce.” The thumb that was on your cheek wanders down to trace your lower lip. A part of him hopes you’ll bite, and you do, the air between you hanging heavy for a moment.

“I got the green light.” He says suddenly, breaking the tension.

The green light, what’s a green light?

Oh.

A warm flower blooms in your chest as Hassan backs you against the bark of the tree. You don't notice the scratch, why would you?

“What are you gonna do about it?” You ask, barely getting the words out before his mouth is on you for the first time in months.

Normally, Hassan would put in the work to get you soaked, gasping for him. He would have scratched you with his beard until you, intelligent, beautiful, only knew the word ‘please’. He’d bend you however he wants and play with your body just how you like.

But it had been too long, you’d clearly forgotten what it was like to feel him this way, he could make up for it later.

Hassan takes a moment, runs his thumb along your jaw, blood pumping in his ears as your eyes spark with an indignance he’d long assumed he fucked out of you.

“Getting bold?” He thought he had you trained. At least long enough that six months of recovering wouldn't leave you doubting his power, and being a brat like this.

You stand up suddenly, moving just a bit out of his reach, Hassan sighing as he takes the few moments he needs to get up. He was weak before, but he’s bouncing back, just as he said. Getting up is a process, but he stands at his full height, and the sheer sight of him makes your stomach flutter.

Hassan at his full height was always a sight to behold, when he wasn't trying to make himself smaller for the comfort of others.

He'll stand as tall as you want him to, any day of the week.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You tease, taking a step out of the way, behind the oak you’d been laying under.

“ I think I’ll fuck you against this tree, and let the whole park know what a slut you are, would you like that?” In a moment, it’s as if every hair on your body sees fit to stand on end. He backs you against the trunk, your back exposed to the scratch of the bark, but you don't even notice.

“Oh fuck you.” You roll your eyes, ignoring how close he’s getting, ignoring how he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive.

“You wanna walk home sore? You want people to see me dripping down your legs, hm?” The image was a little too powerful, maybe you could ask him to bite at your neck, so people would look at his marks and not the scar.

“...please…” You gasp, “Wanna feel you, please.”

Hassan laughs lightly, the truth starting to register that you wanted him as bad as he’d wanted you. You’d been such a good girl, so patient with him. He’ll give you anything you want.

“Alright sweetheart,” he hums, before wrapping you around him in a smooth motion, like nothing had changed. With a shuffle, you whine as you feel his length against your entrance, so you whine the way he used to like.

He likes it still, adjusting his grip as he slowly makes an attempt.

You thread your hands through Hassan’s hair as he hits the blunt snag at your entrance, earning a pathetic, lovely “Please” from you.

“Aw, baby,” he laughs at you, soft and patronizing, before you lean back against the tree, you sing please, please, please. Of course you do

As he grinds forward, the two of you gasp for a moment, the burn of him was more, so much more than you remembered. Your eyes roll as you focus on squeezing him as tight as you can, hearing him hiss in your ear.

He buries himself to the hilt, and for a moment you can't quite breathe. Had he always been so much?

Each groan, each thrust, makes the back of your eyelids go white. You're never going to learn your place if this is what it gets you.

No matter how roughly he plays with your body, has you, takes you, marks you, Hassan always savors. Today’s no different. He listens to the sounds you make for him, forgetting for a moment that he's outside. He gets lost in you because you're the one thing that's kept him together. This warm, wet, heat you keep him safe in...

The old injury on his stomach feels tight, flashing on the nights you stayed up with him, changing his bandages when he couldn’t. The squelching of your cunt on his cock made his head feel light, and he keeps going.

It’s all over now, the only way to go is up. He digs his hands into the meat of your thighs, and for a moment, you're not just tangled, he feels safe in the fist-tight heat of you. In a perfect world he could stay there.

“Fucking hell,” he hums as he slows, savoring your give and take. Each squeak and moan you gave felt like a gift. He thinks for a moment about how your back must be getting scratched against the tree, so he rearranges his grip between your knees and gives you a break from the roughness.

There’s nothing left to be afraid of. He’s fine, you still want him, Ali’s safe. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

Hassan flashes for a moment to the last time he had you, quick and messy on the desk of his tiny office in the general store, if he’d known that was the last time before…”the miracle”... he would have put in more effort. He would have ruined you, he would have bred your perfect body and pushed you to the limit, so everyone in that fucking town would have known who you belong to, who you begged for.

As he feels the deepest parts of you, warm and wet and soft as ever, he lowers a hand to play between your legs, watching as you close your eyes and wiggle in his hands, nowhere to run. You’re so pretty like this,

“It’s too much, I’m-” you cut yourself off as you clench down around Hassan, who follows right behind, tucking his face into your neck. The dust settles. All that's left are two heartbeats, skipping, and two people trying their best, and the white noise of traffic passing by, leaving the two of you in semi-silence.

Hassan breaks first, letting you keep your eyes closed and hide in his chest.

“Good job sweetheart, always perfect for me,” he kisses the top of your head as you gasp and squirm, and whine in his grip. He holds onto you, laughing to himself as he already sees a few leaves in your hair that he would help you get out later.

When you finally open your eyes, they’re soft, dazed, and happy, just as they should be. He did that.

“Let's go home.” You whine a little as Hassan puts both of your feet on the ground, staying true to his word of making you walk, ruined, for the whole city to see.

#sheriff hassan #rahul kohli #midnight mass #netflix #midnight mass netflix #sheriff hassan el shabazz #hassan el shabazz #sheriff hassan imagine #sheriff hassan smut #sheriff hassan x reader

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kaijutegu · 3 years

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Yeah, all those people are right, all indoor cats are SOOOOOOOO so miserable 24/7, they hate existing in a climate controlled environment with perches and soft pillows and sunny spots and toys and ear scratches. I, for one, know for a fact that my cats HATE being inside, which is why they're the most friendly cats ever, because theyre full of hatred and fear. My cats DETEST not being maimed by the local wildlife, it makes their lives horrible.

Look at this cat, suffering on a heating pad on my sofa. Her life is so painful. She asks that people send reparations for her AWFUL life to my house in the form of canned cat food. It is the only way to make her life worthwhile. Save her.

Can you not SEE the misery on her face??? For shame!!!!!!

truly a life of sadness and wretchedness, how dare you not let her outside to get hit by a car

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whatamidoingwithmylifeman · 2 years

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Mortal Kombat

The first character I first fell in love with: Quan Chi. His deep voice got me

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Liu Kang. Seriously. Never thought I would, but he's grown on me.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I feel Kotal Kahn would fit, however my disliking of him, has to do more with the way the teams set up his scenes. Like from the MK X comics, he was all like, "listen, Outworld wants nothing to do with Shinnok's amulet. So take that shit with you." But then in the game he was like, 'wHeN oUtWoRlD wAs OfFeReD nO pArTiCaPaTiOn-" or whatever, and it's like, "uh excuse me. Did.. did you just really forget what the fuck you said back there?" And then in MK 11, chapter 2, it's like the writing team for that game, didn't pay attention or even play MK X. AND ONE OF THEM WAS THE GUY WHO HELPED MAKE THE MK X COMICS! KITTELSEN! WHAT THE FUCK!

I have met a good chunk of people that don't like Kotal, so I am iffy. I don't think I have a character that I don't like, that everyone else likes.

Well, Stryker maybe. I just, I don't fucking like him. I did not see a reason for his character to be there. Like, at all. Nor did I see why the NYPD (in the game) had to be a thing when SF was already there.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I wanna say Quan Chi, Shinnok, and Cetrion. I feel like those 3, while not really hated per say, they're definitely not well liked. I also like, Daegon, Taven, and Mavado. IDK how people feel about them, but I feel like it's not all that positive.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Uh, none that I can think of. Kano is on thin ice though. Like, he's getting there. NGL

The character I would totally smooch: Shinnok. Hands down.

The character I’d want to be like: None that I can think of

The character I’d slap: if MK 11 wasn't out, and I knew nothing about the comics, I would say Sonya. But only because of how she treated Cassie in the game. However, MK 11 is out, and I do know (and have read) about the comics, then I would have to say Cetrion. Look, I love her. I adore her. She is the soft light of my life. My baby. My darling. My sweet pumpkin cake. (I mean this all platonically, btw) So know that when I say this, I do so with the utmost love and care for this Elder Goddess. Her mommy's girl shtick pissed me the fuck off. So does Mileena's daddy's girl shtick. Like, honestly? I'd slap em both. Just for those reasons. I don't give a shit if I cut my hand on Mileena's teeth. I'll slap the fucking shit out of her.

A pairing that I love: canon wise; Liutana, CageBlade, Jakeda(Jacqui x Takeda), and Taleena. I love those. fanon wise; Jade x Kitana, SubScrop, SubSmoke, Shinnok x Quan Chi, and Sektor x Cyrax. (although I feel like it's just me, @honeycyrax, and @yuvononik who ship them soooooooo.... what's up, ya'll wanna start a club?) Also, thanks to @maddenedroses ,Skano is growing on me. (even if Kano is on thin ice-)

A pairing that I despise: let's get the elephant out of the room; incest ships.

Canon wise; Jade x Kotal Kahn and Sindel x Shao Kahn.

Fanon wise, (oh I'm gonna have fun with the notes after this): Scorpion x Mileena, Shang Tsung x Quan Chi, and Shinnok x Raiden are 3 I hate with every fiber in my being. In fact, the last ship mentioned in that list just back my blood boil and bones crack.

and to those who love those 3 ships and wants to start shit over them; FIGHT ME IN A RURAL KING PARKING LOT!

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years

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I was also V/Tae biased when I first joined the fandom. Who wasn`t? He is soooooooo pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/perfect, arghh! BUT JK captured me somewhere along the line. He has a very strong `alpha` presence and incredible stage presence. His multiple talents awes me and something about his imperfect looks makes him extra handsome in my eyes. He is aging really well. I see so much potential ahead. It`s Namjoon and Jungkook who attracts me the most these days (I love all 7 tho) and for pretty similiar reasons. I realized I have a thing manly imperfect dorks.

I love imperfect dorks and I love the more I learn how each of them is his own version of imperfect dork. Love that I can just have it bad and be particularly soft for any of them on any given day. I think they're all aging like the finest of wines and I hope I get to see them continue to live their dreams for a long time, as BTS or doing their own thing 😭 I love this gif

#asks

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bailey-reaper · 3 years

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RYOMA = KAZUMA YES!!! Just imagining them fighting over Ryuu like that is hilarious (like they did in Izumo lmao) would that make Iris = Elise? 👀

GRUMPY CHROM BAROK LMFAO that's something I want to see XD or maybe Lucina Barok and Chrom Klint, even though it doesn't really fit the fact they're actually brothers but it can be solved with a little bending 👀 and Lissa = Iris, YES PLEASE!!

BUT DAMN KLINT = EMMERYN THANKS I DIDN'T NEED MY HEART ANYWAY 😭😭

I can see Dimitri = Barok and it's both so good and so sad 😭😭 would that make Kazuma = Felix? and Seteth = Barok? Just imagining Barok riding a wyvern, damnnn 😍 and him having a similar relationship with Iris to that of Seteth and Flayn?? Count me in 😭

And Barok trying to bring Klint back?? Again, thanks, I didn't need my heart anyway 😭😭😭😭

Although, it's probably just because of his appearance, I can see him being in a role similar to Hubert too.

As for sacred stones, ngl, the first thing that came to mind was Seth = Barok even though you're talking about lords, why does he fit so many paladin characters? I want to see him riding a horse now XD but the idea of him and Klint being in the twins' role is soooooooo good. And the Stronghart part would be a great spin considering the events of game.

But now that you mentioned Stronghart, I can see him as Arvis from Genealogy but I won't go into the details since idk if you played it.

And Ryuu does fit the main units really well, especially Corrin, considering how he grew into his role as a lawyer.

Also, I know you didn't mention it but consider, Pegasus Knight Susato 😍

Aaah this has gotten too long, sorry for rambling too much, I just got excited talking about FE 😅

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No need to apologise at all, anon, it's a delight to be able to talk FE! (I'll put my answers / thoughts under a cut!)

SO hilarious, especially given what little sasslords Barok and Kazuma are. They're probably just throwing insults at each other, more barbed than any arrow, and Ryū is just "Please... stop it... you're both embarrassing me...". Also YES! Iris would be such a perfect Elise! I can't decide who Susato would be, Sakura or Azura maybe...?

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Grumpy Chrom-Barok feels meme-worthy... Not to mention, it's probably all a ruse and he's just a big softie trying to save face (not least of all when he's around his brother). Barok as Lucina is a really interesting idea, too!

Even if the relationships between Chrom / Lucina and Klint / Barok are different in the two games, the hero-worship is absolutely the same! (Also same... Klimmeryn hurts my heart so much)

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Right? Barok-Dimitri is very relatable and accurate. They have the same angst -- and YES that would absolutely mean Felix = Kazuma! And omg Barok riding a Wyvern would be amazing! (I bet he spoils that damned dragonling rotten) And the way he'd dote on Flayn-Iris would be so cute!

I really could see Barok doing Rhea-levels of devotion, but that doesn't mean it won't rip my heart out every time I think about it... all the sadder if Klint just wants his little brother to move on rather than continuing to wallow in the past...

OMG I can totally see the parallels with Hubert (does that mean Klint = Edelgard, then?? I mean... colour pallet-wise it fits, and messed up sense of doing the 'right thing' is also there....). Barok dutifully serving his brother's aims of a better world feels very on-brand tbh...

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I think you're right, Barok does have some paladin vibes going on! Plus he'd look magnificent atop a horse -- and he would absolutely chase after Klint -Erika in order to protect him from harm / tank e v e r y t h i n g. (I have a soft spot for Seth, he's my favourite of the paladin powerhouses you start an FE game with; tho Frederick with his 'pick a god and pray' line will always be a decent second. I love the idea of such a mardy butler!)

I feel like no matter the game, Stronghart is absolutely some sort of negative force (whether the mastermind behind it all, or the one being manipulated). I tend to lean toward the idea that he is the mastermind, and perhaps others within his sphere of influence are the 'bad guys' while he waits at the back for his chance to shine...

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And, yes! I have played Genealogy, but a long time ago. I can totally see the parallels, especially if his ambitions are picked up from Klint and he wants to create a better world for the sake of making his brother proud –– even if he has lost his way along the line / is being used by others...

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Ryū absolutely fits the protag role of basically every Fire Emblem game, he's so earnest and driven with a strong sense of principle and wanting to do the right thing; I absolutely think he'd be a great Corrin (while bemoaning how ridiculous things have gotten) and I feel sorry for him that he's constantly being thrown into the middle of world-threatening situations! XD

OMG!!! Susato as a pegasus knight would be SO GOOD!! She could wield a naginita instead of a spear like the FE Fates knights did on the Hoshido side!

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