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sugarcloudsky · 9 months

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Hello it's my first time requesting so i hope i can explain it clear cause i suck at explaining :')) May i please request for a Espresso x shy, cute reader please?

Like maybe the reader is a secret admirer and always send him cute letters and sometimes flowers too :3 and one day he caught them leaving the letters/flowers for him (does that makes sense??)

I hope you're not mind of course :>>

「Spoonful of Sugar」

character: espresso cookie

wc: 2.4k

cws: possibly ooc espresso, but otherwise none

ok this took me so long to make sorry??? i kept restarting because i couldn’t get it right. i hope you like the final product ^_^!! i also focused more on espresso than reader here, since reader doesn’t show up until the very end. hope thats okay! <3

Right now, Espresso Cookie was experiencing something he was not expecting to happen to him today. Or ever, actually.

Just like every other day, he was preparing all his equipment and research data for another day of analyzing the Soul Jam at the Institute of Thaumaturgy. Another day of learning how the Soul Jam worked. Another day of studying ways to use the ancient’s Soul Jam to protect all cookies from Dark Enchantress Cookie and her forces. It was a grueling and difficult task, but one he was more than certainly up for. As long as he continues to pull all nighters, only running on at least seven cups of coffee, then he’s the most reliable worker you could ask for. This is Espresso Cookie we’re talking about, and with enough effort put in, his research will always lead to some kind of success.

Except this wasn’t exactly like every day. Unless you could count the unusually decorated envelope carefully left through the mail slot of his personal laboratory.

He had found the aforementioned mail on the floor in front of his door as he was preparing to leave. Normally, he would have most likely ended up tossing any kind of mail he received straight in the trash, but this one caught his eye. The envelope was a normal white, but after readjusting his glasses, he noticed it was... covered in sparkly stickers. At first he thought that it was sent to the wrong person, but his theory was immediately disproven when he saw his name was written in small cursive letters on the front. That is what stopped him from immediately discarding the letter.

Picking the letter up, he was about to throw it onto his desk to open later, simply going back to preparing for his daily work, but then he hesitates. The letter… it doesn’t look important, but it has still completely piqued his interest. It’s not every day that he sees a letter addressed to him, Espresso Cookie, all sparkly and decorated with cute little stickers.

He tries to tell himself that he’ll just open it whenever he gets back to his lab, however long that takes. Hours? Days? Who knows. The Soul Jam’s research requires his expertise the most. Missing even a single day of research could have dire consequences. What if the Soul Jam gets stolen? What if Dark Enchantress Cookie strikes suddenly? Anything could happen.

He sighs. It’ll only be a minute.

Espresso quietly sits down at his desk, pulling the envelope towards himself. He observes it for a moment, the silky texture of the envelope brushing against his fingers. The cute and glittery pink stickers catch his eye, as they all seem carefully and intricately placed along the white surface. But his name, which was written in slightly messy cursive, was the thing that stuck out to him the most. It seemed to be hastily written in a small red marker. Espresso Cookie let out a chuckle before he realized it.

Carefully, he tears it open. Inside he finds a single folded piece of paper gently tucked inside. The paper is creased in a very neat manner, he’s almost impressed at how perfectly square it is. He pulls the paper out and unfolds it, revealing what looks to be a letter of some sorts. He suspected such a thing, but reading the said letter was an entire different story.

It seemed to be a poem of some sort, and not just any poem, it seemed to be a love poem. A very cheesy and romantic poem, to be exact. If it was read by any person other than Espresso, they would for sure feel butterflies fluttering in their stomach and their face heating up significantly. The flowery words and the passionate language was enough to make almost any cookie’s heart throb.

At first, his only reaction was to stare blankly at the paper in front of him. He almost thought that he had misread all of the words written there. He immediately adjusted his glasses and squinted his eyes, only to realize that no, he did not in fact misread everything. This was an actual love confession, or poem. But there was one small issue:

The letter had not been signed.

Espresso Cookie practically scoffed when he noticed this. How could someone practically send their entire heart to this man, and yet not even end up signing it? He thought it was ridiculous. He promptly took a sip of the bitter coffee he loved before standing up, preparing to leave. After shoving all his belongings into a briefcase, he reaches for his doorknob to leave, but he hesitates for a brief moment. He turns around. Glancing at the letter he left on his desk, he ponders. Eventually, he sighs, pushing up his glasses before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

He decides he won’t throw it out just yet. He needs to find out who sent it to him, after all. Such a bold letter sent to him obviously led him to wanting to know who sent it. Maybe it was someone he knew? Or maybe it was someone he never met before? Maybe when he does figure out who sent it, he could get to know them better…? Maybe it’s someone Espresso could really connect with…

Espresso shakes his head at the last thought. He didn’t have time for such affairs. He would merely do what he could to find out who wrote and sent him this letter, he would interrogate them, and that would be that. There was no need to ‘get to know them’. All of this was a waste of Espresso’s time. He didn’t need anyone sending him any kind of love letters.

Yet he could not deny the very light shade of red dusting his cheeks.

He clears his throat to recompose himself as the bright sun of the Créme Republic blinds him for a few seconds. Using his hand to shield himself, he continues to walk. He mutters and mumbles to himself, lost in thought about the small bump in the road he encountered this morning. Everything would be fine, he thought whilst shaking his head. This would not interrupt his work in the slightest. This should not interrupt his work. Nothing will change.

———

‘Everything will be fine. Nothing will change.’ came out to be somewhat of a lie.

Because Espresso Cookie had ended up receiving another letter the next week.

And the next.

…And the next.

He even received a small bouquet of flowers with one of the letters at one point, which he so kindly had placed in a small vase on his desk (he would glare at anyone who asked about it before immediately changing the subject).

So, Espresso Cookie did not really know what to do.

Each envelope he received was decorated the same as the last, with glittery stickers meticulously placed on perfectly and his name written on the front with the same handwriting each time. But every note he read was vastly different each time. They were all similar in the sense that they all were blatantly obvious love confessions. Yet, they all had their own way of making even the always stoic and tired Espresso Cookie fluster slightly, although he would never admit that to anyone.

It wasn’t until he felt himself smile at one of the letters he received that he realized he needed to figure out who was sending these letters, and fast. He needed to find out who was messing with his head like this. Who was making him feel such things. He hated it. He wanted to find out so he can finally get this whole ordeal done with. He wanted to find them, so he could tell them to stop bothering him and to stop making him feel this way with their stupidly butterfly-inducing poems. He hated it!

So, he had devised a plan. It was a simple one, really, which was something that was surprising coming from Espresso Cookie. He was relieved he wouldn’t need to ask anyone for help, especially Madeleine Cookie, because Espresso knew that Madeleine would never let him live this situation down.

It was simple: the person leaving the notes seemed to have always left them whenever Espresso was away, or when he was too busy to notice the note quietly being slipped into his mail slot. So, his plan of attack was to simply find out the time they usually come, and catch the person off guard. Catch them in the act, so he could finally find out who the mysterious admirer was. So he could finally have a word with them.

He crosses his arms, thinking about what he would say. He really wanted to scold them, to tell them to get lost, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Not when the words on the paper written just for him were so loving and affectionate. Every note would only say kind and wonderful things about Espresso Cookie, admiring him, praising him, and more. The praises ranged from his involvement with the research of the Soul Jam, to himself. The parts that complimented his appearance is what flustered him the most, which irritated him.

So he waits. It had been quite a bit since the previous letter was sent, so he knew it would be coming soon. Espresso opted to sit down by his door, waiting patiently for the familiar little envelope to slide through the slot in his door. Since he had calculated the exact time when he expected the letter to flutter through the mail slot, he determined that it should be coming through just about… now.

…

But nothing came. That’s… strange.

He waited another few minutes.

Still nothing…

He expected to hear his mail slot clink as something slipped through it. He expected to open the door and be faced with the perpetrator. But the only thing he was faced with was silence.

This led Espresso Cookie to think. Maybe the person leaving these gifts for him finally gave up? Maybe they got tired of never getting anything back from him? A lot of ‘maybe’ questions began to pop up in his mind. At first they were simply thoughts of them finally giving up, but then it slowly turned into darker thoughts. Darker ones like ‘what if something happened to them?’ or ‘what if they got sick and are unable to leave their house?’

…What if they were attacked somehow…?

Espresso huffed at the thought, clearing his throat and readjusting his glasses. He shakes his head, reprimanding himself for worrying so much over someone he doesn't even know the face of. Yet he still couldn't stop himself from feeling even the slightest bit guilty. He just wanted to convince himself that whatever happened to you wasn’t his problem. The chances of someone being attacked and injured were very slim, the Crème Republic was far too littered with guards and police cookies to let an innocent cookie get hurt. So, no, he did not care that you weren’t showing up on time today. Not at all, nope. Not in the slightest—

The approaching footsteps cut off his thoughts.

Ah- someone’s coming… is it his landlord that he ignored all the time? Was it Madeleine coming just to annoy him? Or was it… was it the cookie he was waiting to see?

Has the cookie he had been waiting for finally arrived? If he opened the door right now, would he be met with the mysterious sender from the past few weeks? Or would he be disappointed to see someone he would rather not deal with at the moment? His plan was finally in full motion, but now he began to hesitate. Espresso didn’t know whether or not he should actually open the door and face whoever was there. As the light footsteps slowly grew closer, the man knew that he needed to make a decision, quickly.

Hand seizing the doorknob, he waits a few more moments until he hears the footsteps stop in front of his door. For a moment, there's only silence on the other side.

The moment he hears the cover of his mail slot move slightly is when he swings open his door at the speed of light. In front of him stood… you. You, a simple cookie, who was slightly shorter than him, and that was further amplified as you cowered and yelped in a startled manner.

Espresso recognizes you, he has seen you before. He’s usually noticed you on his way to the Institute during most mornings, as you’re usually seated by a fountain reading a book or scribbling on a piece of paper. It isn’t like he actually knew who you were or even spoke to you, but he knew you existed. You never bothered him or caused him trouble, so he never thought to approach you.

Standing in front of him now, with your face flushed red and your eyes wide, he realizes now that this is the closest he’s ever been to you. He takes a moment to examine you further. The clothes you’re wearing, the worried expression framed in your brows, your quivering lips, and your stiff legs. Your hands are quaking and you’re stammering apologies to him quietly.

Huh. He almost didn’t believe you were the one sending him all of those beautiful letters and lovely poems. If it weren’t for the fact that you were obviously clutching one of those said letters tightly in your hands, then he would have sighed and closed the door on your face.

But now… he knows who the perpetrator was.

…What should he do now?

“So it was you.” Espresso Cookie says bluntly. He watches as you flinch at the question.

“Ah— um, yes…”

Espresso waits for you to continue speaking, but you do not say anything else. You simply continue to hide your face from him as he stares at you blankly. Sighing, he readjusts his glasses once more.

“Shall we have a chat?”

“W— What?” Your face peeks out from behind your hands, and he can barely make out your flushed face once more.

Espresso Cookie looks at his watch, the hands ticking monotonously. He should have left the laboratory several minutes ago. Though instead of leaving you there stranded to continue his work, he decides to stay and chat with you for a bit.

He has a lot to talk about with you, after all.

#cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #fanfiction #cookie run x you #cookie run #x reader #espresso cookie #espresso cookie x reader

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gale-gentlepenguin · 10 months

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Hey, remember when I asked you if you'd do a top of Gabriel's worst moments?

A N N I H I L A T E

T H I S

V E R M I N

N O

M E R C Y

(Cracks Knuckles)

TOP TEN WORST MOMENTS/CRIMES OF Gabriel Agreste

(And by worst moments, I mean worst things he has done in the show. I will be including the TV specials but not the Movie or Manga(as that is technically a different continuity)

10. Turning his son into a Siri

The whole thing with Alliance was super scummy, and he basically used his son's likeness in ways that are even more disturbing than in some previous cases. But with the genetic likeness he can have Adrien's face say whatever and he used this for several of his schemes, and thats pretty f***ed up.

9. Gaslighting his son in order to hide his identity

(The Collector AND Illusion)

The fact he did this twice and purposefully acted in a way that he knew would make adrien feel terrible is pretty messed up. Sure It may not seem malicious but Gabriel never needed to go that far to hide his identity.

8. Manipulating the emotions of others for his Plans

Now this is a no brainer as this is basically what he does all the time as Hawkmoth, but in several cases he does it directly or indirectly as Gabriel, usually with teenagers. Chloé, Lila, Marinette, Kagami just to name a few.

7. Creating akuma that put his son in danger.

Yanloushi, Star train, Frozer and more. Akuma that had some involvement because of Adrien and thus put Adrien in serious danger. He rarely takes precaution to make sure his son wont be in danger from an akuma attack.

6. Creating akuma that Personally target Adrien.

Gabriel has akumatized people that had a personal interest in causing adrien harm and have even targeted himself and got adrien in the crossfire. Gabriel has shown little to no remorse in doing so as he is so sure it has little matter in it.

5. Terrorism

Creating akumas that attack the city, having destroyed paris on multiple occasions and even went international, nearly causing a nuclear bomb strike to go off in NYC, to causing a city destroying monster in Shanghai. Both incidents had Adrien in those areas, while the former may have had Gabriel send Adrien home, the later Gabriel didnt realize until After he did it. He also showed no remorse for that.

4. The use and abuse of Kwami

DOES THIS LOOK OKAY TO YOU? HE KEEPS THEM CONFINED AND USES THEM FOR THEIR POWERS. The abuse the Kwami go through is shown to actually be incredibly tiring and painful for them. I will also add the wish on here because Tikki and Plagg were forced to do it.

3. The use, abuse and Murder of Sentimonsters

During season 4, Gabriel created countless sentimonsters and snapped them out of existence. Not to mention how in season 4 and 5 he used the amok of his own son like a controller to force his will on him. Felix even was threatened almost getting his amok removed as a result. Gabriel despite having a sentison, shows no love for the sentimonsters, even mocking ladybug and Chat noir for caring about them in season 3

2. Alliance and tech addiction.

Gabriel really out did himself with using technology. All of the data collection, tracking, mental manipulation and enslavement by using the Alliance ring as his master stroke to manipulate and control others. Gabriel had used the technology to even make an AI think his pilot died just to get. the miraculous. But the true evil was in the finale where he made everyone suffer from horrific nightmares and get addicted to the alliance all to turn them into obedient slaves. Unlike with akumatization where it was the users call if they accepts. The users in alliance suffer from withdrawal and are not able to properly make a decision.

1. The Abuse of Adrien Agreste

TIME TO GO BUCK WILD. Lets get the list. Neglect, emotional black mail, Physical violence, mental abuse, SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, Attempted Akumatization, Emotional abuse, and even social abuse. And before people ask about physical abuse and say chat blanc didnt happen. It did happen, if it didnt then Marinette wouldnt have had to have fought chat blanc. In a timeline, Gabriel beat his son like a baseball back with Glee

Cause this is just healthy right? A good redeemable man right there. Ignore his COWERING SON.

#miraculous ladybug #gabriel agreste #f*** this guy #ml season 5 #ml spoilers #ml critical

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cupoftaae · 9 months

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Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ Francis Forever (chapter 17)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

warnings- swearing, angst, mentions of miscarriage, confused feelings, some kissing (some smut not really its like 2 seconds), REALLY EMO

a/n- guys....we have reached the final chapter of Forever And A Day, oh my god. Ive worked on this story since January, its very dear to me, Thank you for everyone who tagged along. I love you so much! there will still be an Epilogue posted as well. Enjoy the chapter angels

-nini

Your feet led you down to the kitchen, where your mom was currently cleaning.

"hi honey" she mumbled, not turning around to see you as she scrubbed the top of the stove.

"hey.." you walk over, opening the fridge and looking for something to snack on. Granted- there was something made for breakfast but you hadn't woken up until 12pm. Technically, it was now lunch.

"do you want me to make you something?"

You peer over to your mom whos putting things away in the storages

"no thats okay" you grab a sleeve of crackers from the cabinet and some cream cheese, opting to sit at the kitchen island with your sad "meal"

"thats not lunch, missy" your mother scolded as she turned to you finally

"meh" you shoved the cracker in your mouth as you watched her grab her coat from the hanger. "where are you going?" you spoke with a full mouth.

"I have to run to the store"

"didnt you just go the other day?"

Your mom peered over her shoulder, waiting a moment "yes...but, I forgot to grab...uh....planter feed, for my little window plants" she nodded over in the direction of them.

"okay....can I come?" you mumble, throwing another dry cracker into your mouth.

"no" she laughed, making you look up

"what, why?"

"because" she began to ramble "well...I love you but Ive spent every minute with you this week, its good to be alone for a few hours"

You raised an eyebrow as if you didnt believe her.....because you didnt. "okayyy..." your voice dragged out

"ill be back in no time, no worried dear." she grabbed her bag and walked to the door, "ill bring you back a coffee" she winked as she left.

Once you heard the door lock, you stood up, licking the cream cheese off your fingers.

why was she in such a hurry to be gone?

Your feet wandered over to the little plant cabinet she had, opening it to see a freshly stocked basket of soil feed packets. Of course she was lying.

She was probably looking for an excuse to see that guy shes been talking to for months now. Why would she lie though? does she think you couldn't handle it?

Chosing to ignore it, you picked up her cat and made your way upstairs to your room, sitting down at your desk.

These days you werent out much, last time you saw other people was 2 days ago when you went to go grab the mail from the mailbox in the pouring rain. Nonetheless, you still loved to get yourself dolled up as if you were going out.

You applied some makeup, carefully drawing out your eyeliner to a sharp point. The way you applied your face could be compared to how you applied yourself to everything else in life- strict and neat, and you hated when you had a smudge

You pushed through your makeup bag, searching for a certain lipstick that you are now realizing you left back in Paris.

"that was $20" you sigh, standing up to wander to your moms room. Surely she has something to use, shes always been one to paint her face, she used to let you play "makeover" when you were young, which might be why you love it so much now. It was always enjoyable, even if you made her look like a clown a bit.

You wondered where she would keep her makeup, as it wasnt in her bathroom. A quick scan around the room brought you over to her vanity drawers.

"ahh, there we go" you happily looked at all of the collective lipsticks and palettes sprawled out in front of you. You grasped a few of them to look for one you would use, when your eyes fell onto a folder underneath all it.

Pulling it out and carefully looking inside, because you were snoopy even with your mothers belongings, you saw what appeared to be a booklet of Polaroid photos.

You giggled softly at the cute older photos of your mom when she was younger, the silly gestures in the photos reminded you that she too is human and has her own emotions.

You came across a specific one in the pile where your mom was looking out the window in her old apartment, obviously pregnant.

that was you.

Smiling softly, you slid through the last bits before picking up one that made your breath hitch.

Your dad.

She still kept every photo. Hidden.

Photos of your dad sitting on the deck of the house with newborn you resting on his chest, photos of him not knowing your mom was even there while he did tiny activities, like fixing or repainting something.

It was so real and so raw, and you wanted to criticize your mother for keeping all of these, because as you looked at his face, you felt nothing but anger.

But you had to remember she spent a majority of her life with him...she had a kid with him....and you almost felt a sense of sympathy for her and the life she thought she would have with him.

He ruined so many things and even after all of that, she cant toss the photos.

Its never really over, huh?

You knew deep down that you should've respected your moms privacy and left the room, considering you were only on the look for a lipstick.

But you found yourself still digging an hour later, looking at photos and notes and everything in between. In a way, you felt like the snooping mom looking into her daughters room.

Perhaps you shouldnt have, but you took one of the photos and kept it for yourself. It was of your mom, she had to have been your age in it, and she was standing in front of the old ice cream place she always took you to before it got demolished.

She looked so happy and pure, she had that gleam in her eyes that you struggle to find in her nowadays.

You put the photo into your bag, making sure it was flat and not bent.

With any lesson learnt from your parents, its that your biggest fear is to spend your life in the wrong situation, trying to make it work only for it to end up as the opposite, and leave you with a broken heart.

But on the other hand, you also realize that you dont want to be like your mom, although you admire and adore her, you want to find your place so desperately, and not let any opportunity go to waste.

The doorbell downstairs rang, startling you a little as you rose to your feet, trying to head down quickly.

"coming!" you shout, your bare feet leading you to the locked door. You open it and see a young man with a pizza in his hand. "oh!"

He bows his head polietly, "Hi, pizza for Y/N?"

You almost laugh, "ah...I didnt order anything?"

you thought for a moment and considered that your mother probably ordered it for you, knowing that your choice of meal this morning was crackers and cream cheese.

"its already paid for" he spoke again

"im sorry but-" you sigh "okay....thanks?" you reach out, almost burning your hands at how warm the box was. You dropped it off on the kitchen counter and looked at it.

It was cheese and bacon, your favorite, how did your mom know that?

"should I trust this?" you looked down at the cat crawling over your feet, she smelled the yummy food just above and was trying to access it.

Before you could grab your phone to call her, you heard the doorbell ring again. "seriously...?"

once more, your feet dashed you over as you opened the door, assuming it would be another delivery. You dropped your phone onto the floor as the person standing in front of you turned around.

"I hope you are open to sharing that pizza" Taehyung spoke quietly, a small smile on his face.

"what are you doing here....?" you looked at him like a deer in headlights; scared, relieved, shocked, happy all in one.

He calmed his expression and stepped a bit closer, "can I come in?"

You stepped back and thought for a moment

"please....?" he persisted

"y-yeah..yeah come in" you stepped away and watched him slowly enter the house, taking his shoes off before turning back to you. He didnt have a moment to speak before you threw yourself into his chest, wrapping him up into a tight hug.

His arms snaked around you, pulling you closer as both of your breathing became uneven.

"i-im so sorry...i missed you a lot and I havent texted and, fuck, youre here and im so-"

"shhh...shhh" his hand held your nape as you looked at you, forehead against yours, "dont apologize its okay"

"but-"

"no...lets just go sit down and talk" he whispered, rubbing your back.

You exhaled shakily "okay"

You led him over to the kitchen, still in absolute shock at the fact he is here with you right now. All of the guilt began to seep back in the moment you saw his face.

You took a seat at the counter and looked at him, the sun peaking in through the blinds, leaving stray lines of orange through the room.

He smiled and looked around, pulling the seat out next to you as he sat down.

"So.." you looked at him, swallowing harshly. "wh-"

"your mom called me" he spoke honestly, sitting down and shielding the sun with his hand. "I was worried sick about you, I cant lie"

Yep. Guilt.

"and I didnt wanna bother you, but she called me and said that you wanted to see me so..." he smirked a little, looking down.

You sigh loudly, "oh tae.....i never told her to tell you to come...."

He laughed, throwing his head back "ah I figured sort of...I knew you would have probably texted me yourself"

You nod, stomach fluttering at the sound of his amusement. "yeah..'m sorry for not texting, that was really shitty of me Tae"

"dont apologize, youve gone through a lot, I understand its not easy to jump back in yet...and thats okay." he whispered "but...how are you? what are you feeling?"

"right now? im....im honestly really happy you showed up...."

"yeah?"

You nod, "mhm, i, er, missed you" you fumbled with your words, not wanting to sound needy or desperate.

"I missed you too" his response was quick.

you both looked at eachother for a few moments silently, before you spoke up, "you ordered that pizza, didnt you?"

He began to laugh, "yeah I did"

"I knew my mom wouldnt know I liked bacon...." you giggled, he moved a little closer and smiled.

"and listen, im not here to course you to coming back to Busan, I just wanted to come check on you...because you know I love you always"

You felt your face heat up, "I know...I know tae, I love you too."

"how are you physically?" he spoke quietly

Shrugging, you answered truthfully, "I think Im okay....my body is beginning to go back to normal, so....."

"good, thats good" he nods

"mhm...im glad I have my mom, but I really did miss having you nearby, and I know you dont want to hear it but I have to say it" you mumbled

"you can talk, y/n"

"im so sorry...for everything....its not fair-"

"but-"

"just listen please, its not fair...what I did to you, and I shouldnt have left, that was so shitty to leave you back in Paris knowing you were hurting too"

His face softened

"and what I did has been haunting me so much that I was afraid to contact you in fears you resented me....in fears that perhaps you hated me now-" your voice choked

"y/n, no, no," he grabbed your hands, "I could never hate you....never ever" he whispered moving to see your eyes, "listen to me, It was a bad situation, and perhaps we could have done better, yes, but stop apologizing for dealing with grief."

He wiped the tear stain on your cheek, holding your face close to his, whispering, "does your mom still have popsicles in the freezer?"

The random question made you laugh, "what?"

"this is serious, y/n, does she?"

"I- I think?" you stood and watched him search, successfully finding them. "why?"

He smirked, "you know why" he grabbed 2 and held your hand, bringing you upstairs to your room, opening the window and climbing out to the ledge of the roof

A place you two always sat during your high school days...with popsicles.

"ohh...." you giggled, now understanding his method to the madness.

"been a longgg time since we sat here, why didnt we do it when we visited a few months ago?" he smiled, opening the wrapper and licking the watermelon pop

"Im not sure..." you opened your own, happy that the sun wasn't directly on you two anymore.

Taehyung laid back against the roof, eyes on you from behind. Its been so long since hes seen you, and with every passing day he grew more impatient.

When he got the phone call from your mom, he knew it was mostly her doing, but he was not about to pass up a free opportunity to see you, even knowing the risk of you despising him was still high.

He wanted to call you beautiful, the way the orange sky illumintaed on your skin, it blended perfectly, it was straight out of a disney Princess movie.

He had no clue as to what label you two stood as, was it okay to call you baby? there was never an official breakup. Was it too much to want to kiss you as soon as he saw your face? his body yearned for you in every way, he missed the feeling of your hand in his and your body on his chest at night.

He missed all of you, and it hasnt even been that long.

"you know..." he began, closing his eyes, "Im starting to think im a bit too dependent on you" his voice was teasing,

"why do you say that?" you looked back at him, licking the popsicle.

He shrugged, smirking, "just cant seem to stay away...."

"i dont understand you" you laugh, looking forward again. "ive been such an ass, Taehyung"

"youre not an ass you just feel things deeply and I love that about you"

"is this some kind of kink?" you joke, watching him laugh

"maybe?"

You shake your head as you continue to eat the pop, "I dont shame"

He looked up at the sky, glaring at a plane flying across. He wondered if you two could be seen from the window.

He wondered how tiny and insignificant you would appear to the passengers aboard, who had no idea what situation you both were dealing with, like how he didnt know what they were dealing with.

Life is weird like that.

What problems you have and seem huge may seem meaningless to others, or how from space, you are the size of a grain of salt. It puts things into perspective, and over the past few weeks, hes been thinking about everything deeply and truly....deciding that although it may change nothing, seeing you was the best option.

"Tae?" you spoke, noticing how quiet he got

"remember when we were 16 and it was Easter? My family was over with yours, and you and I climbed up here after dinner and tried to smoke my dads cigarettes for the first time?" he laughed at the memory

You smile, "I smoked it wrong and began to choke"

You both were giggling again now

"you almost swallowed it, how does one fuck up smoking so badly?"

You nudge him, "hey!"

He shrugged, still smiling

"you are quite the smoker yourself now, huh?"

"I grew up with him smoking so yeah, I sort of picked up on it"

You nod, listening

"you hate it though, right?" he smirked

"well you are a grown man, you can chose to do as you please"

"oh cmon dont play coy, you know you would never give up a chance to scold me for it"

"yeah youre right" you sigh at his knowingness "I worry about your lungs!" you tease

"my lungs are okay" he smiled as you laid down on the roof next to him, the sun casting both of your shadows behind you.

"you dont know that!"

"trust baby, if anything was wrong youd be the first to know"

You froze after he called you baby, it wasn't like you two had been gone for years, but neither of you had been lovey in over a month, it felt almost foreign, almost wrong.

He wasnt going to apologize, it did slip, but did he regret it?

nope.

His eyes scanned over yours, softly and lovingly as he moved his hand over your hair, pushing it out of your eyes.

You stared at him, an expression reading shock. He pulled away slightly

"am I making you uncomfortable?" he seemed worried that he stepped too far, scaring you.

"n-no!" you spoke, reaching for his hand. "it just feels odd you know? its not you, its just...."

"been a while" he finished for you

"yeah..."

You still felt safe with him, how could you not?

You didnt want him to make the assumption that you were not okay with his touch anymore, because that definitely was not the case.

You slowly cuddled closer to him, both of you laid on your backs as your head rested on his shoulder, his head leaning against yours.

Both of your lips were painted pink and red from the popsicles, it made you smile.

The sky above you two seemed so big, so endless.

Staring at it was almost frightening.

You reached for his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, he quickly squeezed yours out of affection.

"ahh..." he spoke up suddenly, voice quiet. "I shouldnt.....I shouldnt have taken you to Paris"

You looked up at him

"maybe the plane ride was too much? maybe your body couldnt handle the stress?" he exhaled shakily, eyes still up at the sky. "Im sorry...I really am"

"you dont have to apologize for anything" you turned your body on your side so you faced him, though he still wouldn't look at you.

"hey.." you tried again, "you know, my mom told me she also miscarried when I was 3 years old...and thats why she never had kids after me"

He closed his eyes, squeezing your hand

"So I guess its runs in the family.....not our fault" you shrugged, "Its breaks my heart but...we dont have to blame ourselves"

He turned his head to your finally at the sound of your voice cracking, He brought you closer to his chest, hand rubbing your back. Taehyung swallowed harshly, clearing his throat to talk quietly "I've been...having a hard time dealing with it.

You rested your hand on his chest, looking at him sympathetically. His eyes were now watery, it took a lot to not cry yourself.

Youve already cried.

Youve cried so much

Perhaps you were now accepting the miscarriage for what it was, you were even able to say it aloud now, and thats growth.

You wished the same for Taehyung.

"that's okay, too" you whisper, hand snaking around to brush his hair between your fingers behind his head.

His eyes went back up to the now purple sky, tears reflecting the image in front of you. "do you think they are up there?" he smiled softly, rubbing your back still.

You look up at the sky, the clouds creating a beautiful set up as the sun set behind them. The world felt blanketed and secured in this moment, almost safe.

"yeah" you whisper, squeezing his hand, "but they are also here...with us, you know?"

He looks at you, tear marks on his face as you move to wipe them with your sleeve. "I think we will always be parents, that cant change. I feel that connection so deeply, and I know you do too. They arent gone, they just arent in this world" you add.

Taehyung smiled softly at your words, nodding slowly, "yeah....yeah youre right"

His thumb runs over your knuckles, calming you both down.

"I cant get myself to get rid of anything...like the stuff we bought." you mumble, looking down at your hands.

He chuckled, "mmh, you dont have too."

You sighed and looked at him again, a warm blush coating your cheeks.

"you know...I dont give you enough credit" he spoke "youve been through so much"

"Tae..." you brush his hair back, "youve given me everything....we need to look ahead...the past cant be changed."

He slides his hand under the hem of your shirt, touching the soft skin on your hip bone. It wasn't promiscuous or anything, simply an act of love and affection, silently showing you he's here and is listening.

"Im really sad" he choked out

You hugged him close as he began to cry into your shoulder

"its okay baby, its okay....its okay to be sad, you dont have to be strong for me" your hand caressed his back. "I love you so much, please know that"

He took a moment to calm down before pulling back to look at you, "y-youre right....we do need to look forward now"

You nod softly, holding his face.

You were a little worried to see him in this state, you didnt know he was feeling this and keeping it down for so long.

All you could do was comfort him and be there.

"I just.....are we still...." he trailed off, making you smile as you cupped his face again, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks lovingly.

"mm" you slowly leaned forward to kiss him

It was a nice kiss, not too slow but not too fast, just what was needed after a month of distance and no contact.

He blushed brightly, holding you as he whispered, "do you think we could start over? I really want to treat you right, and I want this to work. We can work it out right? the correct way this time?" his voice wavered

You nodded, still looking at him "yes....we can try again, the right way" you giggled as he leaned forward to kiss you again, this time a little quicker.

He bit your bottom lip, hands gently squeezing your hips

"baby-" you exhaled into his mouth, gently pulling back to look at him. "maybe we shouldnt"

"why?" he frowned, almost looking like a little kid

"well for starters we are on my roof" you giggled, sitting up

Taehyung smiled and looked around

"and....I dont know...sex is what brought us this mess" you teasingly nudged him, making him laugh. "lets just be with eachother for a little bit and let our feelings lead us to what happens"

He sighed, knowing you were right. "okay....can I still cuddle you though?" he whispered, making you coo at his cuteness.

"of course, lets go"

You slowly led him back into your room off the roof, closing the window before settling down on the bed with him. "when are you going back to Busan?"

He held you, face hidden in your neck "maybe in a few days...I dont want to leave you yet if thats okay"

"okay...thats fine, but, I think I'll head back with you...."

He smiled, rubbing your back "yeah?"

"mm" you kissed his head, closing your eyes.

You were still healing. To say you fully recovered was not true, but as you sat in his arms things felt normal again, even if it would be temporary.

Perhaps you needed to be with him to fully heal, to fully be yourself. Taehyung was your other half, and he knew you better than anyone. To give this another chance is like a breath of fresh air.

Putting your pasts behind you in hopes of feeling happiness again, in hopes of both of you becoming better people for each other.

Taehyung doesnt want to leave you, ever, and you cant say you want him to.

You dont spend half of your life with someone then let them run away just because things go downhill.

If your father was in your presence, you would teach him this lesson.

When you love someone, you hold their hand and walk through hard times together, you dont let them leave over something that both of you know you would need eachother's support for. To think- you almost let him out of your grasp, you almost lost him.

And Taehyung loved you so much...that if you asked him to leave....he would have.

You dont know what the future entails, and yes, its fucking terrifying. Life is scary, theres ups and downs, and suprises and failure, but theres also a lot of love, and happiness, and success if you look hard enough.

You do hope one thing for sure, and thats that he will be at your side as you grow up, to be there when you are right and wrong, healthy or sick, happy or sad.

As you both began to pick up the pieces of what was broken, you appreciated the past, knowing you had to let it go, but it also brought you here, back into where you feel most safe.

You renovated the apartment and turned the Nursery into a craft room for Taehyungs painting. He kept all of the baby belongings in the closet, hoping for the day in the future when he would open it again and feel that sense of excitement but nervousness.

You continued work and college classes, pursuing your acting career that youve always wanted, and when you graduated, Taehyung would never let you forget how much he admired you.

He kissed your neck softly, his hand pressed into yours as he hovered above you, "so beautiful, my love...."

you bit your lip before exhaling a shaky moan "ohh..f-fuck"

"so smart....youre so perfect baby, I love you"

He kissed you gently, still moving his hips against yours as you held him close to you, fluttering your eyes shut.

things had settled into place once again.

Taehyung got offered a job as an art teacher at the college you graduated from, taking the full time position while you worked at the local theatre, producing and preforming sold out plays every weekend.

The saving money part was hard for him, he wanted to buy you anything you laid your eyes on.

"did you seriously buy the couch?!" you tossed your bag, running from the doorway to the living room to see the grey couch you had pointed out shopping with him literally the day prior.

He shrugged, "yeah...whats the big deal?"

"taehyung!" you giggled and hugged him.

He was too spontaneous for his own good.

A few years passed, and looking at your current life now, you would not believe how much had changed. You can say for the first time in a while you felt happy...and oh what an exciting and freeing feeling that was.

"I love youuuu! my baby!!!!!" taehyung danced around on the icy sidewalk outside of your apartment door, it was new years eve and he was drunk.

very...very drunk.

He pointed at you as he sang, "my babyyyy! woo!"

You giggled, sitting on the steps and recording your man child boyfriend whom you loved so much. "baby be careful dont sl-"

too late.

He fell on his ass, laughing so hard he almost puked, which of course made you laugh too.

"cmon ya big baby" you ran over and helped him inside. Midnight had already passed earlier, pre-drunk taehyung had danced with you around the living room, gifting you a small kiss once the clock read midnight.

"hm, I dont get it, whats so different about a new years kiss? its like every other one?" you laughed after his lips left yours.

"well its special because I get to be the first to kiss you in the new year" he smiled cheekily

"tae...your the only one who gets to kiss me any year" you point at him

"damn right" he snaps his fingers at you as he walks past into the other room.

Every holiday you spent with him felt special, every event, every grocery run, it all felt so much more authentic now.

You two were in your mid twenties now, and a lot of mental growth had come along with that. With pride, you can say you were better people than before, and thats why things worked so well.

You could easily live like this forever.....

it was basically an endless sleepover with your best friend. You were okay if you could come home and see his face waiting for you on the couch.

Your sweet boy.

You had no idea what was gonna happen next, whether that was marriage, or another attempt at having kids- you felt ready.

Ready to give him anything he wanted in return for him saving you.

You could do anything, be anywhere or anyone, in good or bad conditions, and you will still only crave him.

Your lover.

You want him for months

for years

for eternity...

For Forever And A Day.

And God knows he felt the same.

A/N- wow guys....this is it....I cannot thank you enough for reading my first story on here, im not perfect at writing but you guys keep me motivated and confident in my work, and I love you for that. This will not be the end of this couple, we still have the Epilogue as well as eventual drabbles.

You guys are amazing. ily.

-Nini

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singbluesxlver · 1 year

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musician!¡ Ghost × bar owner!¡ Soap

— Soap is the owner of a quite popular bar, especially among independent and alternative music fans. Soap's Bar is known for having live bands performing there (regardless of how well known or experienced they are). It's a mutual benefit, Soap retains clients and attracts new ones and bands gain popularity and payment. Besides, he's always been interested in the music world and that's his way of being part of it, at least a little.

Soap runs the bar almost on his own. He only has the help of Rodolfo and Valeria, his friends and employees, in that order. They manage somehow.

— Ghost plays lead guitar in an alternative metal band. It's an emerging band, called 141 ??? (im too tired to think of something more creative) with a fanbase and all. The other members are: Alejandro (vocals, rythm guitar), Gaz (Bass), Price (Drums).

Ghost is the only one in his group that keeps his face covered and his real identity hidden. Fans have lots of crazy theories about it but in reality, he's just into bands like Sleep Token, Ghost and Slipknot and thinks the whole mask and anonymity thing looks cool.

— Ghost's band finds out about Soap's bar hype and they decide to book a gig there.

Soap is immediately intrigued by the huge masked man that comes into his bar. At first he thought he's gonna be robbed but then he approaches him and starts talking about his band and how they find this place to be excellent for their next gig and "are you willing to book us?"

"Sorry, what did you say it was your band's name?"

"141. You can find us by the same on social media, if you need to check that out"

Soap takes out a notebook and fidgets with a pen while checking a list of names and dates.

"Uhm... Next saturday, 7PM. 'S that okay?"

"'S great, thank you."

They then exchange e-mails, phone numbers and thats it. Thats their first interaction, quite simple but surprise !! somehow they both cant stop thinking about each other !!

Ghost finds Soap pretty cute, totally his type

and Soap realizes he might have a thing for masked men

— Saturday finally arrives and Soap has never seen so many people at his bar. Courtesy of 141.

When they finally get to play, Soap's impressed by how good they sound, especially Ghost, he cant take his eyes off him. He didnt think such talent and stage presence were possible.

"Soap, te van a entrar las moscas." Thanks to Valeria's joke, Soap realizes that his mouth had been open until that moment.

— ALSO. In this au Alejandro is quite of a flirt, i mean, he's the frontman in a band, ofc he is.

He loses his head over Valeria and Rodolfo the moment he meets them and flirts with both at the same time. They find him very annoying (at first).

#sorry for my english #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #mw2 #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #valeria garza #john price #kyle gaz garrick #ghostsoap au #soapghost #cod mw2 band au #alerudy #valejandro

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teaabun · 4 months

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I realize that I have a few posts of my IDV OC, Cas… But I haven’t talked about Cas. So!! I’ll talk about him so my followers actually know who he is when I show him 🥹

STORY 📚

This is Casimir Valentin, otherwise known as The Tailor. Before he went to the manor he owned a boutique in London. This boutique was mysteriously burned down one night after something (or someone) caused a fire. His hands, shoulders, arms and chest were burned (some of my works of him is outdated I’m very sorry-) in result of this. After loosing years of work, and no idea what could have possibly caused the fire, he was absolutely devastated and fell into a depression of his lost work.

Many theories of what happened to Casimirs Boutique floated around his area of London for a short time, some saying that he could have possibly burned his own building down to earn money after he was starting to lose business. Others say that Casimir was fully unaware of what was going to happen to his Boutique that night. These theories quickly faded as most peoples attention were drawn to the recent murders that happened around the same time as the Boutiques burning.

At some point, Valentin got a letter in the mail from a mysterious “Otelus Manor”.

The manor found interest in his work, and the many outfits and designs that he created would be wonderful displays for the manor. If he could possibly… come and work for them, they would pay him wonderfully in exchange.

Not only would they pay him, they would also reveal the true culprit behind the burning of his Boutique.

With a family he needs to help support, and years worth of outfit designing under his belt, he entered into the manors game, not knowing much what to expect…

PERSONALITY 🎭

Casimir’s stoic and brooding demeanor often intimidates others at a glance. However, he can be pretty gentle and cater to others. It’s the customer service mentality. He’s soft-spoken, yet blunt at times, unafraid to speak the truth.

EXTERNAL TRAITS 👤

( Just as a warning, I do not know if these traits are balanced AT ALL. This is just for fun! )

- Outfit Switch - Casimir is a incredible tailor with many tricks up his sleeve. When entering into a locker you have the choice to “change” into another character. You temporarily disguise as another player. You do not get this other characters abilities, however you are an exact visual copy until you are hit by the hunter or enter into a locker again. If the survivor you took the appearance of was hurt when you “change” into them, you will appear hurt.

[ Awareness ] - Casimir was cautious when walking home alone at night with a murderer on the loose, and always thought of good places to hide. Upon entering into a lockers radius, your trail entirely disappears, and will be active for around 5 seconds. It takes 60 seconds (1 minute) to recharge.

- Urgency - Casimir works well under pressure, entering and exiting a locker speed is increased by 50% (he has a different animation so it doesn’t look as silly in my mind but also feel free to imagine the regular locker animation just incredibly sped up)

- Intricacy - Detail is important in his work. Casimir can only heal in 12.5% increments. Healing is slower but can also heal chip damage.

- Exhaustion - Finally… a break. When not near the hunters radius, running/walking/crouching speed is reduced by 10%. When not in the hunters radius, the scope of success in calibrations are reduced by 40%

GENERAL INFO. 📋

- Likes: (Andrew, Aesop.) Dimly lit rooms, acknowledgment of his work (it doesn’t happen as often as it should), designing.

- Dislikes: Jack the Ripper, fire, the smell of gasoline.

(NOTE: The likes and dislikes are generally these general concepts and tend to be oversimplifications of a characters personality, and should not be seen as only this. Thats just me writing in the IDV format.)

- Name: Casimir Valentin

- Nicknames: Val, Cas

- Birthday/Character Day: February 14th

- Nationality: British

- Character Type: Assist/Contain

- Height: 4’11” (149.86 centimeters)

- Occupation: Tailor/Outfit Designer (He’s more specifically an outfit designer for the manor) (He’s basically like my weird in game reason for the costume essences)

MISC. 📑

- There is a sort of joke theory around the manor that he’s a vampire. He is not. He just wears black and walks around with a lace parasol. He’s just a guy.

- He wishes to be called Mr. Valentin, but most of the time people in the manor just call him Cas or Val. He doesn’t mind, but he would prefer that if you are professionally referring to him, please call him Mr. Valentin.

- A lot of the general outfit themes are created by the manor Baron himself. The Baron commissions both Ms. Nightingale and Casimir to create outfits for essences. Both create designs and bring them to the Baron to see what designs he likes best. Then, Cas usually is the one who does a lot of the sewing and creating of the outfits. In order to get alot of these outfits done, he pulls all nighters… quite often actually.

- In order to give Cas more time to create commissioned works, Cas does not appear in games as often as other survivors do. He has ran in last minute for matches multiple times because he had to run halfway across the manor to get to where hes supposed to be.

- Speaking of, Cas has to run around. A TON. He typically is the one calling hunters and survivors from their rooms to do measurements for outfits, and at this point anytime someone gets a knock on their door its like… 40% Cas asking them to do quick measurements.

- He is very stoic somehow despite all of this work. He takes alot of pride and joy into all the work he does for the outfits of the manor.

- However he is very overworked and tired most days. Days he does have where there is NO work is a rarity and god does he appreciate them.

- He enjoys coffee with some nice sweet creamer in there… its something to look forward to.

- In… some timelines, I def do like to put him in a poly relationship with Andrew and Aesop as his two other boyfriends. They are in love and holding hands. Only in my mind. You might see some posts come up of designs based off of other essences that involve Andrew and Aesop, its me inserting my Very Cool And Fun OC into the mix and having fun with it.

- Andrew and Aesop love him to death and hate to see him overworked so sometimes they try their best to take over designing for him. This comes up with very… uh… mixed results. Its not that they’re bad ideas! They’re just not executed in ways that are exactly viable or workable sometimes…

- All of them (Aesop, Andrew, and Cas) have a tendency to stay up at night and tend to all work at night, Cas just stays up during the day. AND the night. And YES its unhealthy he is very aware.

- He is very stoic and very calm most of the time, HOWEVER he has the ability to be very blunt and is not afraid to correct or openly defend something. He is not that much of a doormat, thank you very much.

#idv #idv oc #identity v #oc #original character #acryltalks #casimir valentin #the tailor

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eepybogboy · 10 months

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so i had heard that some of the newer releases of Monster High dolls were being made with a different type of hair fiber and that a lot of people were upset about this.

i did not, until last night, realize exactly how bad it is.

i had some of the original MH dolls as a kid, but i wasnt able to tap into the collecting hobby until i had become an adult, years after my old toys had already been donated (a tragedy, but not really the point) and before the new reboot was launched. so my doll collecting hobby really began with Rainbow High. i loved that they came with a second outfit, they had long, soft, styleable hair, and they had substance to their bodies! unlike barbie dolls, RH has curves and weight in your hand when you hold them. i thought that was awesome.

anyway. i knew that RH didnt use the saran hair that barbie often used, and that mattel used for MH back in the day and in the reboot. being new to the concept of different types of hair, it didnt matter much to me. i could see the pros and cons of both saran and the type of hair RH used.

now, recently, i tried to buy Skulltimate Secrets Draculaura for my roommate for their birthday, and amazon let me wait a whole month for them to ship it before saying, just kidding, we dont have it, heres your money back. RUDE AS HELL!

well fine. now the SS Fearidescent is out, so ill just get them that one instead. i see in the reviews that her hair type is different, they voice disappointment but ultimately shes still cute and theres not a lot that we, as consumers, can do about it except maybe complain.

and im thinking, whatever, im used to RH hair anyway, and yeah its more staticky but its still pretty soft, so how bad could it be?

well, she came in the mail yesterday, and we were pretty disappointed at just how bad it could be.

ive come to realize that RH hair is not made of polypropylene, the new material theyre giving MH as of this line (ive heard that theyve given g3 clawdeen this type of hair before, which is a whole other can of worms that isnt one of the points of this post), but for rainbow high they generally use Nylon (correct me if im wrong) which is still cheaper and less authentic to real hair than saran, but is still generally pretty soft.

ive never had a doll with pin straight hair (and almost no styling product) feel this BAD in my hands. its coarse, lightweight, and easy to frizz, just from a quick finger comb. i soaked her in hot water and conditioner, and shes only a little bit softer.

i had my partner, who, besides being supportive of my hobbies and listening to me talk about it, knows next to nothing about the differences between types of dolls, feel the difference between the first g3 Drac, RH Karma Nichols, and Fearidescent Drac. on a few quick comparative touches, they noted that saran feels the most like real hair, while RH nylon feels kinda soft but not quite as nice. then they touched new Drac, and all they said was, "ah. depression."

i didnt have my hopes up at all but my expectations were still shattered. i legitimately didnt realize it was this bad. the downgrade is Immense. ive seen people rag on RH hair, and this is WORSE. i seriously cant believe how much worse it is. i didn't think mattel would make a $30 Beloved Brand Name doll with all those accessories and give her DOLLAR STORE KNOCKOFF HAIR, but i guess thats on me for holding a corporation to any sort of production standard in 2023 🙃

anyway, all this is to say, hair fiber snobs, im so sorry and i get it now. this shit sucks.

#my only hope is that MAYBE mattel will see everyone complaining about it and realize they can't keep getting away with it #but people are obviously buying them anyway so who knows #if the monster ball line has poly hair im gonna be so fuckin mad legitimately #why would they do us like this #the SS drac i wanted originally has saran hair #but EVERYONE wants her so she's been at scalper prices on amazon CONSTANTLY and i cant find her at target at all #if this shit continues ima have to go back to my Discount at walmart. fuck.#im not shelling out $30 for a doll they cut corners on.#playing with their hair is half the reason i like having dolls #the other half is the clothes #but petting their hair is a sensory stim for me and they literally ruined it #the straight haired RH dolls are my favorites because theyre so silky #even if they do get staticky if i brush them too much. at least the fibers are smooth #i didnt realize id be so upset about this but i also didnt realize it would be this fucking bad #anyway.#monster high #rainbow high #dolls #mh #rh #monster high skulltimate secrets #monster high fearidescent #draculaura #monster high draculaura #doll collector #📝

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bloodsadx · 1 year

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every time i go to print a new shirt theres a few feelings. the first feeling is annoyance and lots of fretting over the art part of it. im rly precious abt what a drawing for a shirt should look like most of the time so i will redraw the same idea like 40 times until it feels charming. then i gotta print transparencies which is always a pain in the ass especially since i do big ass shirts thats like such an annoying process gotta do math gotta split the art up into chunks gotta do color separations. then i get excited cause im like yes this is gonna be such a cool shirt. then i get annoyed again bc i have to reset like 4 to 20 screens for my dumb shirt. then i get rly worried im gonna print super badly and waste a bunch of expensive blanks cause like the shirts and hoodies i print on cost like at least 7 or 8 bucks some of the hoodies i have rn are like 30 bucks wholesale. they would cost u like 80 dollars to buy them Not wholesale. so like thats a decent amt of pressure. then i start printing and its like 4 hours of like doing a print then standing there while i wait for ink to cure under the heat. then printing. then waiting. its a lot of waiting. waiting for office stores to open so i can buy ink for my printer then waiting for my time in the studio then waiting for screens to dry then coating them then waiting for them to dry then washing them out then waiting for them to dry then printing then waiting for the ink to dry. but after like a week i have a bunch of shirts, most of which i will never see again after i mail them out. so the final stage is sort of waiting indefinitely for somebody who has one of the shirts i made to @ me on somewhere and be like shirt by bloodsad and then im like Yes. anyway im just sitting in the studio rn bc my legs hurt and ive been here for like 9 hours and i was here like 9 hours 2 days ago and then yesterday i was also here cleaning stuff and 3 days ago i was here for about 9 hours and the day before that too and it all sort of blends together and a lot of it is me sitting in a chair at 3 am when my legs hurt. this is what a job is but i guess because most of it is spent like alone it doesnt feel like real. i often feel like its going to go away soon or like im doing something illegal even though it wont and im not. a lot of last year i kept standing on the street corner at like 4 am by myself smoking looking at the asphalt and thinking “how much of my time in portland will i remember as just times when i was not at the studio, preparing to go to the studio, and then how much of the time will i remember as me being at the studio, thinking about how soon i will no longer be at the studio, i will be somewhere else, somewhere not in portland?” its weird when u think that u will not be in the place youve been in a year repeatedly for a year soon and then that turns into two years and then you realize that probably u will continue to be in that place indefinitely. i see older people who are in portland and i think about how many of them live here intentionally or just forgot they were supposed to move somewhere else. i think about if thats just the state of living for everybody or if its a factor of my age or being a zoomer or whatever. but idk i guess im printing shirts. no joke or point to this post

#from the mind of the author

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pokemoncryptids · 15 days

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Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

[….There are some dried tears and smudged ink on the paper.]

“Dear Del,

Kittsu left.

I’m sure you know already. Knew already.

I’m just. I’m at a loss.

….Resolved the walrein thing. Wallace is staying behind to lead the pod. Skie wants me to stay another week to answer interview questions so that’s happening.

Sorry about your migraines. There are migraine packs in the fridge that you can use. Wish I could be more help otherwise.

It. Would be nice to take a trip to Sinnoh together. Where I don’t have to do any work. Or worry about anything.

….I miss you. A lot. I didn’t realize how comforting and reassuring your presence was to have around until I left.

I’m really tired this week. Trying to keep the mood up for Bird. Hopefully next week is better. Easier. Fingers crossed. Have another spoon.

Loving you through these trying times,

-Polaris”

[Shoved into the envelope is another spoon. This souvenir spoon is themed after Mount Coronet.]

[A letter was returned]

Hello Polaris.

I'm sorry. I didn't intervene. If you want to blame anyone for this, blame me, don't blame Sprite, I knew what was happening, and i let it happen. I watched.

I hope Sinnoh is treating you well, despite its issues, it sounds like a good place. We will go there together one day. Thats not a prediction, it's a promise.

I miss you a lot.

With me and Tari made up, I spend more time at the house. I talk with Beedrill about stuff. It's not always interesting, but its something to do.

I've been finding candles in my house too. Unmarked, white candles. Something strange I thought I'd tell you here. If Tari mentions any candle related schemes to you, let me know.

I'll see about sending you some stuff to help with the tiredness. I like tea.

Things will get better.

Love you more than anything.

-Delta

#delta ?#irl pkmn #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pkmn rp #pkmn blog #pokemedia #irl pokemon #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr

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happyyellowhamster · 1 year

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Listen i may be team I dont want to know Parkers full name but if it is not one of these 3 I will die.

1) Parker Parker.

> its redundant so she never really realized the team didn't know it was her full name. She just assumed they knew.

2) Alice Parker / Parker Allison White

> it would just be funny if Hardison just so happen to give her most famous alis the sameish name as her. She purposely hid this for the same reason Eliot never brought up being adopted. Too much time went by. Like when the alis was first used it was the juror #6 job. She was not going to tell the hacker mastermind that he got her name right enough on a guess. Or worse she believed he somehow genuinely knew her real identity. Like come on. Parker getting mail thats not hers and chooses not to open it or investigate it? SHES A THIEF! She would totally steal mail if it looked interesting. And it was already on her desk!! She called it out as not hers to make a statement that she had never seen that name before.

Or drum roll please

3) Sophie Parker

Here me out. She already grew up in the system meaning high chances of switching schools/homes often enough to make it more convenient at times to use her less common last name (for a girl Parker is not a very common name compared to Sophie/Sofia) to help stand out from being a last letter kid (growing up with a common name i was always called by my first name and last initial. It sucked.) However Parker already knew the rule by the time she bonded with the team enough to want to let them know her real first name. Its why she was so happy when Our Sophie started to use her "real" name. She was almost ready to take back her name when they are about to bust Nate out of jail. So Sophie took the name Sophie back but just until we have punished Nate right? But then years passed and Sophie now feels more like Sophie than whatever her real name was. Only Parker really held onto Sophies "real" name. Still keeps it as a password. That name almost gave her a real first name back. But by current day Parker accepts having one name only is something that does more than just sound cool when she is doing crime but its something that keeps her weird even as she and her boyfriend and her found family slip into normally. Nate and Sophie are married and host dinner parties. Eliot runs a legit business with the food trucks besides just being used for cover. Hardison and her live in a real house together (pre redemption/post og run). Parker has just one name. And it makes her weirdly happy.

#leverage #leverage redemption #parker #sophie devereaux #leverage redemption spoilers #alec hardison #eliot spencer #leverage rewatch #parker leverage #leverage hardison #leverage eliot #leverage parker

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anon-e-miss · 1 year

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So I was thinking about this post (the one about prowls hab being covered in sticky notes) and realized that his hab also probably has some other oddities to help with his memory problems, similar to me and having object permanence struggles due to adhd requiring me to have a very "keep it in sight or its out of mind" look on things. So like everything he needs before he leaves for the day is by the door (or even hung off the door,) or there's an area by the door to sort mail so he won't dump it somewhere and forget about it until theres just a stack on the table thats grown so big its now falling onto the floor. Which also gives his hab a somewhat odd layout. As if the sticky notes don't already make it odd lol. I can see Jazz just going "wtf is going on with this guys hab???"

Also, in that... AU??? I suppose??? Would prowls memory loss be short-term or long-term??? Or does he just have trouble remembering things in general, no matter if they're short-term or long term memory??? Just curious!

I go with it being short term memory loss. He would definitely have the things that NEED to be SEEN out, always out. His bills and what not are in a bright red dish because he'll see it.

Anything else is file and forget and he will forget.

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Omg I'm so glad to see someone doing demon slayer matchups- if your open could I get one? Romantic (demon and demon slayer results if thats ok!) and male results please! I'm a 5'0" girl with a grunge style, with poofy brown hair and bright green eyes, though my hair is usually covering them lol. I'm generally quiet, unless I'm comfortable around others, and then I get rowdy. I tend to space out a lot and fidget with my hands, and I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I'm loyal and tend to get into fights over things I'm passionet about, and very stubborn when I think I'm right about something. With an f/o I'm very patient with things, and tend to give gifts or draw things for my other as a love language (i am not good with words). Drawing is a very big hobby of mine, though I tend to get frustrated when a doodle isn't going as planned. I tend to ramble a lot from time to time, not realizing how long I've actually been talking. A bit self consious about my laugh, so I tend to hide it a bit, whether just covering my mouth or stiffling a laugh at all. (Pls let me know if I missed anything or misread your inbox was open!)

You got…Muzan & Sabito!

Muzan knows passion unlike any other, passion is what drives loyalty, love, and devotion. He considers all these things to be what fuels his love for you, not only in that he is devoted to you, but he knows you would never give up on him.

He does not see humour in many things, but he does enjoy hearing your laugh whenever you are out together. You might laugh at how your styles differentiate; him always in fine attire but yourself in casual clothes, or after meetings with the demons, listening to them bicker. It calms him down, and has saved many humans and demons' lives from his wrath.

As much as he loves you, he can be a bit rough when he wants something from you. He would never hurt you, but he might squeeze too tightly or scare you. Thankfully for him, you seem to find his 'tantrums' amusing enough, and brush it off. Still, he tries to make up for it by bringing you back expensive drawing tools and clothes you might like.

His favourite drawing of yours is one you made of a blue spider lily held in his and your hands. He's used it as a study or example for many demons to find it, since you had put hours into replicating all the details from the many small images he's found.

Whether you become a demon or not is up to time, but Muzan would not turn you until you are dying because he wants you to feel the sun, and wants you to live the life you had before as much as you can.

Sabito, on the other hand, is always getting into altercations because of his to-the-point perspective on things. He doesn't like to dance around the point even if it means potentially hurting someone's feelings, and he appreciates that you are similar in that regard. Either fighting with him against someone, when you never give up and are sure they leave educated and all the wiser, or against him, you won't stop until there is a clear solution.

Because of this, your relationship is very healthy. You've both come to understand each other's needs to the details, and when something is bothering either of you it's solved the very same day. Sabito is very good at telling when something is wrong, too, so he usually puts a stop to anything you didn't like before you say it.

He appreciates that you talk a lot, because he never knows what to say or how to say it. Listening to you discuss topics of interest lets him spend time thinking about how he can add to the conversation, and has also made him a lot better at socialising since he's learnt so much from you.

I hope you like drawing, because Sabito wants you to draw a lot of things. He even writes a small request sheet of things he wants to mail to others or to have of the both of you. He hopes those drawings remain preserved, so that in the future people will know of the love he had for you.

Authors Note - This one is a bit longer to make up for both! I know these two are such opposite sbut at the same time both are so stubborn I think it works well! I hope you enjoy <3

#demon slayer #demon slayer matchups #matchup #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #sabito #muzan

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classic-bright · 2 years

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I’m gonna be an absolute troll about this because I’ve been seeing it a lot and will I make sense? I’m not really sure. Do all the weird arguments about certain people from Teen Wolf make sense? No. But I think I am somewhat coherent to bring up this amazingly - TERRIBLE concept that some have manifested as their new form of hate mail: claiming actors should not get paychecks. That’s generally what this is. Its the MOST absurd argument I’ve ever seen on here. And come on this is tumblr. But I cant tell if people are being genuine of these statements.

They just say one name and go, hey, (giggles), it would be fun to say actors dont deserve paychecks.

Like they dont want their own favorite actors to get paid for acting.

Yeah, like anyone doesn't need some form of compensation to make a living. And their not evil for taking a well-earned paycheck.

I’m very CERTAIN that people will be skipping some rocks when they hear stiles stilinski is gonna be in the movie. (Before you say anything -He’s not in there - I’m not trying to raise hopes!)

If Dylan O’brien was in this - no one would be shaming him for logging onto the teen wolf movie for anything revolving around a paycheck. They wouldnt be.

Why do I have to mention him first? Because he’s used as the main driving point of why to shame other actors on payment. Dylan doesn't do this, and hey, may not approve of it, but some of his fans do it.

Idk if people realize it - but Dylan gets HIS paycheck out of his work. Listen to that. He’s another actor getting paid for his film work.

This business requires compensation of a paycheck. Any business. Do you think it's simple to stare at lights, mix up a sleep schedule, re-do scenes over and over again until there is a couple of usable tapes/frames that can work? No they make it look easy! Its no walk in the park.

If Theo was back (for those who want him in it for reasons I cannot all list here) - guess who would possibly not be giving his actor a hard time about paychecks.

No one says anything about Tyler Hoechlin aiming for only his paycheck. Which is weird. They say he felt PITY for the movie, instead. Would this be a hate speech in why you should totally shame him? No. But I will say, he is suddenly, filtered all prettily, and he really does sound like a nice guy, but fans dont say anything about - well he’s casting Eli and doing this without a stiles or Braedon, therefore he should not get a paycheck. ( And I highly do NOT encourage that harassment to be turned around to him.)

But - people do know Hoechlin’s getting a paycheck, right? Should we throw him at the stakes too? Maybe everyone who has been on the teen wolf cast and in every tv series thats ever existed? Why am I blowing it out of proportions? Because the arguement feels like that.

Why are we even focusing on blaming people for working and then getting paychecks.

Why should it even be common to argue it? Is everyone okay - or do they not know jobs 101

I dont even have to defend Tyler Posey!

I’m just targeting how atrocious and funny all of this is. If you dont want to watch the movie - then stall and stop spoiling peoples experiences. They want to see their favorite characters. It may not be everyone but there’s at least one character in there they want to watch.

But I dont really want to shame these actors at all. Its so simple. They just get paychecks. They are NOT in charge in the amount they really get, or what other actors get. They are for the most part, restricted to their acting roles. Films are all budget and sometimes the film industry just works like that. Actor’s motive for why they join shouldnt be even a question. Its laughable to see: this person is getting a paycheck, how disgusting. Maybe they should work for free.

Thats what it sounds like. Who wants to enforce that people don't get paid for their work?

Again, they are doing their jobs.

Its great that Arden Cho was able to ask for a bigger paycheck. Good for her. But she did not get it. And hey, if they did not want to pay the amount compared to her fellow white actors then...? Maybe we can still put our hopes up that further down the road she may want to do something pertaining to Teen Wolf, if she still wants to. She did a wonderful job when she was there. But its so bizarre that she received hate when she was in the show and suddenly she’s not really that supported in this hellsite from those certain haters who defend her. She’s just used as a few sentence arguement. She’s not seen, she’s just used alongside the absence of Dylan O’brien. And thats horrible.

Tyler Hoechlin’s part in the show did not raise any ridicule or hate. Tyler Posey received hate, and even death threats. Arden Cho was REALLY bullied and harassed for her character. Dylan O’brien did not receive hate. Ian Bohen’s character was praised.

It’s actually okay to ship whatever you like. Its okay to like any character or actor. And I dont really genuinely shame any actor from the cast for being a part of something that they were apart of for years/seasons. However, maybe we get too passionate, guys. Just like what I have to be in order to bring it out. I’m not the better person at this moment. Obviously, there should be more character affection, not too overbearing. Honestly if your losing people over your hate - well shit?

I cannot say enough that we should really be okay with actors getting paychecks (as they should), and okaying the free-will to ship without forcing it on others who may have different preferences. Do I have to add ships at the last minute- yes I do. For this argument, I somehow do, because the hate spawns from this source.

#teen wolf #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf movie #stiles stilinski #derek hale #kira yukimura

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