#wanted to get this done before easter break starts
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HOW I MANIFESTED MY DREAM LIFE IN A WEEK
BACKSTORY
So I decided to fully immerse myself in "persisting" and fulfilling when I listened to Lonely one by LOVA because I spent around an hour just sobbing because I related to the song.
the week that I started was around Easter break and I was under the most amount of stress I have ever been through and I could see it the effects on my body
I was breaking out with huge pimples even though I was on accutane, I was averaging 2 hours of sleep a day every week for 2 weeks, my period had going on for 2 weeks, I was losing weight rapidly (was under 35kg:( ) my anxiety was at an all time high because I got harassed again(sexual assault victim). I used to have severe depression and have had multiple failed attempts of suicide. AND YES I WAS DESPERATE AS FUCK TO MANIFEST THIS DREAM LIFE OF MINE WHICH IS NO LONGER A DREAM
in the mornings I would be super anxious but I learned how to deal with it and get myself into the state super easily
HOW I DID IT
I GOT OFF TUMBLR: you know how many times I doubted myself only to realise I was doing everything right
I also read and listened to Edward Art MULTIPLE TIMES
Within a week of fulfilling and persisting, I had manifested my dream life. just like that. I woke up one morning and everything I had ever desired was right there. and it was super easy.
all I did was affirm(to remind not to get), visualise and feel. I would only do these methods if I wanted to, if I didn't I wouldn't.
Within a few days, the anxiety lessened so much and it started to feel natural.
this was a question on Bambi's " how I manifested with hard circumstances " post which has now been sadly deleted but I remember copying this because it gave me hope at the time I copied it (don't hope, just know)
"But isn’t ranting “not letting the old story die out?”
you and i could rant until our minds are cleared, just as long as you flip my thoughts, you are on the right track.
I rant for 2% of my 24 hour days. The other 98% i was persisting in the fact that creation was done. as “time” went on, it began to feel more natural and I felt more at ease. I held onto that feeling because I knew this was when I would get my desires and I did."
and that was when I knew I shouldn't give up and I just kept going even when I wanted myself to just get on tumblr and overconsume
I actually nearly decided to see what I was "doing wrong". I clicked on one of Aphrodite's posts but I didn't read it. I just asked myself if I would look through it if I had my desires and I wouldn't and since I already have all of my desires I didn't.
Whenever the anxiety was too strong and I could feel the frustration and desperation building up, I would just rant and it helped me calm down and get back into the state super easily.
why?
because STATES MANIFEST THOUGHTS DON'T
which is why you can rant.
you know how many FUCKING DOUBTS I had, but I didn't even give them attention coz they didn't deserve any and how many times I wanted to just give up, but I was like NO, STFU, I DON'T WANNA LIVE MISERABLY ANYMORE and now I'm not :)
The affirmations I used:
It is done
I am living my dream life
I am in my desired reality
The 3d will conform as long as i keep persisting
Imagination is the real reality
I also daydreamed, but since imagination is the real reality they were real
WHAT I MANIFESTED
- desired appearance
- name change
- family change
- skills (drivers licence etc)
- apartment and furniture
- wealth
- a bunch of random materialistic things
- desired friend group (I absolutely love them!)
- desired uni and always getting good grades
- outfits from pinterest
and a bunch of other things
- I also ended up manifesting an sp without even knowing and he's pretty much I everything I scripted him to be(scripted a year ago because I didn't really care for a relationship) but this happened before I manifested my dream life
after a year and half of being on loablr I finally manifested my dream life. and you can too
(there was probably over 100 things I wanted but I realised what I want is not much, nothing ever is when you know about loa and yes, i was super desperate)
you don't need anymore information other than @angelsinluv states post and fulfillment challenge
you shouldn't ever be stressed or worried while manifesting whatever you want, because you wouldn't stress if you had it
TAKE YOUR TIME
YOU GOT THIS
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Serendipity; Invisible String
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i was going to include this in chapter seventeen to break up the angst a bit...but then i thought i'd just do it as its own separate piece so that they have a chance to explore their love without there being as much (because i couldn't help myself) angst overshadowing this pivotal moment for meadow and matty....there is also an important (not very subtle) easter egg regarding the storyline that will be delved into in a later chapter....anyway this takes place between chapter 16 & 17 xxx
warning: 18+ content, fingering, piv, soft smut, declarations of loooove!!
~∞~
After the Order members had left, with plans of meeting privately to discuss Professor Dumbledore's funeral and what they were supposed to do in the wake of the harrowing battle, Madam Pomfrey had made her way over to you to check on the wounds that littered your abdomen, and with a flick of her wand, they became faint lines of jagged silver as they scarred over. Shortly after that, she'd declared you okay and insisted that you get some rest in a proper bed. It was probably also to make space for the students, part of Dumbledore's Army, who had also been injured in the battle.
You and Mattheo left shortly after that, but not before Ron came up to you and wrapped you in a hug, tears leaking from his dull blue eyes. No words were needed, you knew what his actions meant. You held him tighter, even as his parents beckoned him to his brother's bed.
The castle halls are eerily silent as you walk hand in hand with Mattheo. Even the portraits don't stir at the harsh glow of his lit wand, as if they were grieving for the loss of Dumbledore in their own way. The two of you are the only disturbance in the still atmosphere, your soft breathes and light footsteps echoing loudly on the stone floor.
Neither of you had wanted to venture near the Astronomy tower again, afraid that the sight of the now spotless hallways would spark harsh reminders of the bloodshed and carnage that had swept through them like a petulant disease only hours before. So wordlessly, Mattheo had begun leading you towards the dungeons, his body heat sheltering you from the chilly bite in the air.
The Slytherin common room was mysteriously desolate when you entered behind him. Not a soul to be found under the dim glow of the Black Lake's murky waters; only the sound of the crackling fire in the hearth and the gentle ripple of the current against the windows could be heard over your mingling breathes.
"Where is everyone?" You ask, cringing instantly as your voice becomes agonisingly loud in the silence, despite your words being spoken with quiet cadence.
"In bed I assume, or gone." Mattheo responded with a low rasp. "It wouldn't surprise me if news has already spread and parents are collecting their children to return home."
You respond with a soft "oh", as you follow him up the stairs to his dorm.
"Draco's gone." He continued as he unlocked the dark oak door leading to his dorm. "So are Blaise and Pansy. Enzo and Theo are still here, but they'll leave soon too."
"Why didn't you tell me anything before? I deserved to know that my friendships started out as a means to an end." You ask him as you enter his room. He's silent as he observes you from the threshold, brows creased in thought.
"I would've told you eventually. There was never a good enough time though. And it wasn't a means to an end, love." Your about to retort but he continues as if you hadn't opened your mouth to speak. "It felt like the right thing to do, to tell you when I did."
"To gain The Order's trust?" You ask, running a hand through your hair.
"Exactly. Though I doubt it's done much to sway them."
"What happens now?" You ask hesitantly, reaching and squeezing his hand.
Mattheo gently guides you to where his bed sits in the corner of his room, allowing you to find a comfortable position before he finds his own one behind you. He pulls your back to rest snugly against his chest, cradling your body to his own with strong, protecting arms as your heartbeats synced as one.
"I don't know, darling. But we'll face it together." He says as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. The two of you rest in stagnant silence, unsure of what tonight's happenings meant for the world as you knew it.
~∞~
A little while later, you turn to face him, restless anxiety clawing at your insides. Mattheo's curly, deep brunette hair has fallen haphazardly across his forehead and his onyx eyes, framed by glorious lashes, shine bright, despite all that they had witnessed in the past few hours. He has a soft smile painting his face as he admires you in tandem, although you can see his poorly hidden concern for you reflecting behind the tenderness. Each breath you take, he mirrors and your racing heart slows to a relaxing lull in your ears. Unhurriedly, you bring a hand up to his face and brush the loose curls away from his eyes, a tender look overtaking your fatigue.
"I meant what I said in the ward." He mumbles, voice betraying how exhausted he was, too.
"Yeah?" You ask, your smile widening imperceptibly. You fingers caress his face with featherlight strokes as you trace the freckles and scars that are scattered across his cheeks. Your eyes are now alight with teasing mischief as if daring him to say the words aloud, all sense of tiredness having left your face in the wake of it.
"Yes, Meadow." He responds with a quiet snicker as he pokes your side. His eyes glow with serene happiness as he watches you squirm and giggle, watches the despondency leave your pretty face. "Did you ever take me for a liar, sweetheart?"
"No." You say breathlessly as he continues to stroke at your trouser covered hips. "Never."
I want to hear you say it. You implore wordlessly. Please.
He kisses you then. It's not hard and rough and passionate like his caresses always are. Instead, it's soft and slow and entirely all consuming, like the very first time, but infinitely better. Every emotion he's ever felt for you coarses through your veins as his tongue clashes against your's.
"I love you." He says breathless and low against your lips. You kiss him with a newfound fervour, pouring your every thought and every emotion, intertwining your soul with his. Your magic practically explodes around you, casting a warm indigo glow about the dorm room, illuminating his features; guiding shadows in a dance across his face.
He looks at you in awe as you both admire the way his own magic seems to tangle seemlessly with it. Whorls of indigo and silver flicker in pretty patterns that seem to pour out around you like a smattering of a million tiny stars.
My incredible, smart girl. He tells you with a wide smile on his face as he looks at you, admiringly. You flush under his intense stare.
You undress each other with practiced fluidity until you are both blissfully nude; no barriers separating you from the other, all vulnerabilities splayed out in the open. He rolls on top of you and presses your hands above your head with one of his as his other trails lightly down your stomach, tracing the new lines of scars which seem to twinkle under the faux starlight. He presses soft kisses to the marred skin, words of love and adoration melting into you as he presses away the new insecurities without even trying.
He eventually works one finger, and then two inside you as his thumb strokes idle patterns against your clit. You mewl at his practiced ministrations as he fingers you, slow and rough, in the way he knows you love, despite never having said it out loud before.
The noises you make bring a delighted smirk to his pretty lips and he speeds up his movements almost unnoticeably to bring you close to release; teasing you through one orgasm before letting a second rush through you, all while drinking in every sound; every expression that you let overcome your flushed face.
It feels like an eternity later that he finally sheathes himself inside you, every ridge of his cock brushing sensually against your most sensitive spots as he sets a leisurely pace – starting slowly before he finds a particular rhythm that has the both of you moaning in unison. His arms are braced at either side of your head, careful not to snag on your hair which is haphazardly fanning out on the pillow beneath your head. The muscles in his biceps flex with every push and pull of his body, his core tense with the exertion of making you feel like you're walking on clouds.
Your own hands are on a journey of their own, travelling along the defined muscles of his abdomen and across his strong hips, until a particularly deep thrust from Mattheo causes you to claw at the soft skin of his back, willing him to come closer to you. The scars that litter his skin are blissfully joined by marks of your making, marks that he wishes could stay there forever in place of the others.
Where he's left love bites on your skin, you eagerly return the favour as best as you're able. Leaving deep purple marks across his chest and clavicle with your kiss-swollen lips that happily migrate from his body to his own lips as much as possible.
"I love you." You whisper against him and he lets out a barely restrained groan as he thrusts even harder into you at your admission. Satisfaction thrummed through his veins at the whiny sound you let out in response.
"Say that again." He says, pressing hard kisses to your chest, leaving more delicious marks in his wake.
"I love you, Mattheo Riddle." You repeat, a moan catching in your throat as you begin to reach your peak for a third time. "You have my whole heart. Break it. Crush it. Decimate it. Do what you must, but please know that it's yours. It will always be yours. I love you."
The both of you are pushed over the edge at that, clinging to eachother's bodies, which are slick with sweat. The euphoria causes your intertwining magic to surge around you again, and you both feel how it sparks at your very souls, the feeling never ceasing, only growing as you allow your love to manifest and flourish like its very own entity.
Neither of you want the intoxicating feeling to end, content in basking in the sensation, if only to prolong the immense amount of love that radiates from your magical cores.
"I love you, darling." He mumbles into the skin of your shoulder, exhausted and spent, breathing in the scent of you; the soft floral hint of your perfume that seems to linger despite the raging battle you'd been in and the musky scent of the sweat that clings to your skin.
You press a kiss to his own shoulder as his body flops to land beside your's on top of ruffled emerald sheets. Your interwoven magic still permeates the air, seemingly in no hurry to dissipate any time soon and you can feel it, along with Mattheo's deep in your chest. By the look on his face, he's feeling its affects too.
"That was–" You mumble with a breathless giggle, fingers trailing patterns across his marked skin.
"All consuming." He agrees with a lethargic chuckle of his own before he's pulling your body into his again, magically rearranging the sheets so that the two of you are modestly covered.
"Can you feel something-" You start, but are unable to put this new sensation into words as he gazes down at you with soft eyes. "I don't know how to explain it."
"Different? Like my magic isn't entirely my own anymore?" He wonders aloud and you find that he's voiced your exact feelings.
"Yeah. Precisely like that, actually." You say. "It's like I've unconsciously absorbed your magic again. I'm sorry-"
His lips against your's prevent your apology from fully forming and he's looking at you with such a tender expression that makes you melt.
"I'm not sure it is your siphoning, love. It's different. I can feel your's too." He says with lightly furrowed brows.
"How strange." You mumble, a yawn escaping your lips. Mattheo manoeuvres you so that you're practically chest to chest as he lies on his back, letting your aching nipples brush against his strong pecks as he wraps his arms around you.
You breathe out a content sigh that causes a shudder to rush through him as it ghosts over the sensitive skin of his neck. The impact of your shared love and intertwining cores feels like a supernova swirling inside you.
The fate of the wizarding world, and your own fate, is a haze of unknown territory, but you were entirely certain of one thing; Mattheo held your heart in his hands, and he had no intention of ever letting it go.
~∞~
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Time is weird within the Oldest House
Spoilers for Alan Wake 2 and slight speculation for Control 2
Alright so. According to Estevez, HQ went dark and while she gives no hint as for how long it's been like that, it's safe to assume it's been four years due to how consistent the each Remedy game has been about the years they take place on.
Besides that, nothing is ever hinted at what's going on with the FBC's headquarters.
We know now time loops and spirals inside the Dark Place and that changes done there can bleed into reality (Jesse being told by a psychiatrist Zane is a filmmaker and not a poet, as she remembered him).
From the AWE DLC we know Jesse briefly witnessed Alan meeting Zane ("The Meeting" from now on), which came full circle in AW2.
From this event it's not unreasonable to assume two things:
1. The Meeting happened back in 2019.
The AWE DLC takes place before the ending of Control's and Foundation's story. This can be seen in the reports Emily writes about the new hiss enemies introduced in each dlc.
For the one introduced in AWE her title is still Research Specialist.
For the one in Foundation, her title is Head of Research.
(also she got her Doctorate, you go girl!)
If this is holds up, Alan's timeline in AW2 has been bouncing back and forth way back from 2023.
Or, if you want a headache, even farther back given his role in Tom the Poet which came out before Zane disappeared. This is the poster in the Suomi Hall in Watery.
There's no hint yet if this change/addition of Alan writing a novel that inspired the film has made it past Watery and Bright Falls into the real world or was cleared at the end of the game.
This would also mean Ahti has been on vacations for four years.
2. The Meeting happened in 2023.
At the end of AWE dlc Langston says they're receiving an AWE alert from Cauldron Lake that is set a few years into the future. But is it?
What if it's actually the present, my dear beautiful Langston?
This would be consistent with the lack of any visual indication of the passage of time during the main story. There's none. And then, the Foundation DLC ends, and we see Dylan has grown hair and a beard.
Cute. But you know, Remedy has weaponized easter eggs. So no, I don't think Mr. comatose baldy growing a beard is a cute little detail they spent resources on.
We know by the time The Meeting takes place, Alan has not gotten out of the Dark Place yet, hence the alarm has not been activated (it goes off in the FBC monitoring station as soon as Alan/Scratch is transported back to the shore where Saga meets him for the first time).
If this holds up, then the timeline is more or less like this:
Ahti lets Jesse into the Oldest House in October 29th, 2019.
While Jesse is dealing with the Hiss, Alan unlocks Investigation Sector in the elevator.
Alan Meets Zane .
Jesse gets a glimpse of The Meeting.
Ahti gives Jesse his cassette players, goes on vacation.
Alan/Scratch gets out of the Dark Place (September 13th, 2023).
The AWE alarm sounds - and the signal made it into the Oldest House (September 13th, 2023).
Jesse takes down the Projector and deals with the Nail.
Dylan has grown hair.
Between point 4 and 5 more time could've passed, otherwise those are some short vacations for Ahti, it sounds like he's been in Watery for a while.
Therefore, during Control's main story, time was halted or passed very, very slowly when compared to the world outside.
How come?
With Remedy integrating their own alternate version of Quantum Break they might as well start using some of its harder science fiction approach. Alan has already mentioned the Dark Place as Dark Matter in one of his rambling videos. And well, this seems to have been the plan all along. From the chalkboard in Quantum Break:
There's been no text about black holes or matter density affecting space-time in any game as far as I remember. However, the imagery has been there with the Dark Presence vortex and certain images looking like event horizons.
So this is pure speculation:
The Oldest House is massive, it shifts, it expands and contracts. Could it be dense enough to affect space-time? could it do this on command?
It could be so dense that to those within its walls it'd seem like little to no time has passed, while outside at least four years have gone by.
The entire story is written in present tense in the missions menu, even after a mission has been completed (and the way the collectibles/mission menu was integrated as a world-building element with the Mind Place in Alan Wake 2, I don't think this was meant to be a cute weird little detail even back then).
Something happened during or after the events in the Foundation dlc, something shifted and now time is passing more or less normally. Or at least it is showing its effects on people.
Alice was seemingly cleansed from the effects the Dark Place had over her memory as soon she was brought inside the Oldest House. It's not unreasonable to assume this effect expands to protecting those within (those that are not too far gone, like Hartman). So the Oldest House would deal with time in its own terms, while the Dark Presence could make retroactive changes to certain details in the reality outside of it, like Zane going from poet to filmmaker.
Dylan's hair growth would indicate a month or two have passed at the very least by the end of Foundation. And from the one Control 2 concept art that has been shown so far, there are orange leaves in the pavement.
So Remedy could be planning to lift he lock-down during autumn. Autumn of what year? Heh, that's gonna be a fun one to find out.
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As a counterpoint one could point at the game cinematic shots of the Oldest House from outside, they're always set at night across the story. It's just a detail that could've easily be a result of resource constraints. Yeah, not that it implies the story could've happened within one night.
Like with the clocks! You can point out at time being weird inside the Oldest House because none of the clocks are working! Time is literally frozen teehee, static textures on 3D assets, except for uh
Darling's Office in Central Research? Is that-
IS IT
IT'S WORKING
WHY DID YOU DO THIS REMEDY?
STOP-
(WE GET IT REMEDY, YOU'VE BEEN PLANNING IT ALL ALONG AND WHEN EVERYTHING IS LAID OUT IN CANON WE'LL FEEL SILLY BECAUSE THE HINTS WHERE THERE, IN OUR FACES, ALL THIS TIME)
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Or you know, Control 2 will deal with the main cast enduring years of lock-down and the concept art is actually the end or middle of the game, and everyone exits the building on the year Control 2 releases.
Kind of lame in my opinion, but would make sense I guess.
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Of course, there's another possibility I don't feel like following through:
The Dark Presence succeeded in changing the entire world and only The Oldest House and those inside remained intact. I mean, Dylan's easter egg in Foundation has some images
(that better not be a frozen ocean NO)
(NO, do not tell me this is the Huotari Well omg)
Hiss/Dark Presence became besties
And maybe, count Dylan's cut Hotline call. But that's cut content so strictly speaking, not canon (imagine it gets restored between Alan Wake 2 dlcs and the next Control game haha).
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There are some things that should be brought full circle about the AWE dlc.
Alan is already aware of the FBC thanks to Estevez and Alice.
The sound fx aspect of the Hiss chant is basically lifted from the Cult of the Tree chanting (or you know, if you want another headache, it could be the other way around). And there are hints of verses from the Hiss incantation said out loud here and there. So pre-existing elements to give shape to a dadaist poem attributed to a hostile extra-dimensional resonance complete!
Has he yet come across the information from the FBC, that Hartman became a Taken?
He also kind of knows about the general plot of Control given he wrote a screenplay for an episode of Night Springs that was never produced.
It became clearer that Alan doesn't write whole new things or realities from scratch (shut up), that he writes from "visions" and vivid "nightmares" he's had. If that screenplay is a vision of the future of the events within the Oldest House, then that could be it.
However we haven't seen him become aware or gain knowledge of Polaris or Jesse herself beyond her extremely brief appearance during The Meeting.
This information has yet to make it outside the Oldest House (as far as we know) and only Dylan and Emily know about Polaris so far. Ahti too, maybe?
Sure, Alan could've somehow glimpsed something through the Oceanview Motel, he's got a door there anyways and he's gone through the Dark Place version of it (the Hotel), but this has not been made explicit like The Meeting.
Maybe The Lake House dlc will clear up that connection.
I mean yeah, that'd be fitting.
Don't forget one of the cut pieces from Control was The Oldest House opening a passage to Ahti's cabin in Finland, so The Oldest House being able to making an opening to Cauldon Lake is in Remedy's toolbox.
(I also think it'd be fair to see more of Jesse since Alan got a whole new 3D model in Control's AWE)
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I'm missing a lot of things here I'm sure, I put this together more or less from things off the top of my head. I haven't gone through Control in a while so there are probably a more and clearer hints regarding time shenanigans within the Oldest House.
Also, AW2 timeline needs to be put on a wall to make sense of it. It'd look like a spiral, because of course.
#oops sorry I was supposed to be doing art#alan wake 2#alan wake 2 spoilers#spoilers#control remedy#control game#control 2019#remedyversetxt
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Hello! I wanted to share my process of how I made my Easter Pony! She is my second ever custom and she made all the trouble I had with the first one seem like a walk in the park in comparison ಥ_ಥ Let's begin!
DISCLAIMER: Custom ponies like this one are not to be played with by children nor made by children. This pony was made with the use of nail polish remover (acetone) which is toxic. You need to wash your hands throughly after use and use in a well ventilated area. This pony was also made with sharp tools such as an xacto knife, sewing pins, rehairing needles, and an awl.
First, the concept art! Trial and error caused her to look a little different than the concept art but I still love the end result!
I wanted to start with a white base to give myself a clean canvas for dyeing so I got this G3 Breezie off Ebay for only $3. I decided to first remove her mane and tail which requires removing the head. If you know anything about G3 pony customzing, you know their heads are difficult to get back on once they come off. Even when you run them under warm/hot water. So to get it back on for dyeing, I tried trimming a little excess of vinyl off the neck ring with my xacto knife. It slipped and got me right under my nail! Bad omen for what's to come!
After getting her prepped (removing her mane and tail, cleaning her, using acetone (nail polish remover) to remove her cutie mark) she was ready for a dye bath! I used Rit DyeMore as regular Rit Dye won't dye the vinyl material that ponies are made of. This was my first ever time dyeing anything that wasn't fabric so I was thrilled when she came out this warm rich brown! So pretty!
I read online that dyed ponies will leach dye onto other ponies if they touch, so I wanted to try and prevent this as much as possible with some matte sealer. Lesson #1: Even though she was dry, the matte sealer reactivated the dye! The smallest touch left a print! :(
I pushed forward! And tripped immediately after! I thought, "Surely matte Modge Podge will seal her just that much more" and to my dismay, the Modge Podge kept every brush stroke I made when it dried!! She looked like a leather hand bag! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ I learned later you can buy matte Modge Podge spray online but all I had was the type you brush on to your surface.
Thankfully, with the help of sixteen cotton balls and a q-tip with acetone, I managed to remove all the sealer but she was no longer that nice rich brown. Oh well I still loved her!
And whoever said the paint will protect the eyes from the dye has clearly never dyed a dark pony! Her eyes were so brown after this lol
Painting, adding of polymer clay easter themed confetti, and adding her 3D chocolate bunny cutie mark went great! It was all going well until the eyes.
I had never fully painted pony eyes before so the first attempt was pretty bad. Not even my multiple attempts at glitter and using clear nail polish as a cheap gloss on the eyes could save them.
It was so bad that I almost didn't take any pictures but when I went to seal her head, this weird white powder covered half of her face?? I had never seen this before and it freaked me out thinking I just ruined her. I managed to get it off with a cotton ball and some acetone but her paint was fully damaged.
Turns out this was caused because I didn't shake the can of sealer well enough. I needed a break....
While I took a break for a few days, I decided to watch tutorials on how to paint doll eyes and learned that it's actually pretty common to use high quality watercolor pencils; either Faber Castell or Derwent (which is what I ended up buying).
When I came back, I made the hard decision of removing all the paint and decorations from the head and starting over. Hours of work gone but it was so worth it! 🩷 Removing the paint with acetone ended up making her head lighter than her body so I had to redye her head lol. This time I mixed Derwent pencils with acrylic paints for her eyes.
Time for the hair! I've never done curls before and my original plan was to buy curly hair online but it's so hard to find in the color and curl size I wanted.
So my second idea was to buy small curlers to use on regular nylon doll hair bought from ShimmerLocks on Etsy. But when I tested them out on poor Flower Bouquet it looked so bad ಥ_ಥ
I discovered a Youtube channel you may know called Dollightful where in one of her Stock Box videos she used yarn that she unraveled to make super cute tight wavy hair for a doll. It was a perfect solution! It looks so good but omg it was tedious haha! I used it for her tail too; sectioning off the colors hoping they'd stay separated (they didn't lol).
She's nearly complete! Time for small decorations! I tried so many different ears from air dry clay to stealing some from bunny decorations I bought at the store and nothing was working! But I had one last idea...
I gave these old Littlest Pet Shop costume bunny ears some use with a flat top sewing pin and some glue so now my pony has bunny ears! Yay!
I forgot it in the concept art, but I originally wanted to add flowers to her mane but I couldn't figure out how to do that without glue which I didn't want to do, too permanent, so I opted for some beads I had on hand. I didn't have any light blue so I made some with the use of acetone (nail polish remover in my case) and boom! Light blue beads! Then I washed them off so the acetone wouldn't damage anything :)
I used a gold topped sewing pin, a butterfly charm, a felt flower and two faux flowers to create a cute hair accessory!
Finally I sewed a hair tie to a puffball to give her a removable cottontail if I ever wanted to take it off.
And DONE! She looks so good after so much time and effort! I worked on this girly for two weeks I think? She actually had a partner I designed but I've run out of time to make her :') Maybe next year? 👀 🩷🩷
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༺ ♱✮♱ ¨:·Something Stupid-Chapter 4·:¨ ♱✮♱ ༻
A/N: Hey guys! I managed to get this chapter out early coz I am so hot and amazing at everything my social life is at an all time low and we have Easter break. Some foreshadowing if you guys can guess, but keep it to yourselves for now. Mommy issues y/n? That’s a first 😨😨😨😨. This chapter is also Lucifer basically being: “No, you’re so sexy haha don’t cry”
Also, the slow burn is burning now! YAYYA 🎉
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You sit on the patio of your home, feeling as though you’re rotting away.
It’s been 5 days since Adam’s full blown out tantrum, but it feels like it’s been 5 lifetimes.
A cockatiel lands on your table, its bulging inky eyes staring at you, vying for your attention.
You laugh, and give it some crumbs of your leftover toast from breakfast that you couldn’t bear to finish.
The bird eats them graciously, and flies away, you watching enviously.
Oh, how you wished you were that bird. Carefree, and not trapped in the gilded cage that you are in.
If only…
Bzz bzz
Your phone rings. The contact Mom glows on your screen.
Unwillingly, you swipe right.
“Hey mom, what's up?” This woman never calls you, unless there are three instances; she needs you to get her something of monetary worth, wishing you a happy birthday/any other significant holiday, or-
“Darling, there's something I need to talk to you about. A little birdie told me that you've been stepping out of line recently~”
Ah yes. The third instance. The times when your actual fucking personality shows, even for a sliver of a moment, and how it could potentially hurt your ‘relationship’ with Adam.
“Mom, it's not that big of a deal. I just was feeling rough recently, and-”
“Well it doesn't matter what you feel does it? What matters is that you honour our family. Being married to Adam is what's best for you. You acting outwardly is seriously jeaprodising your relationship, and I am just trying to help you stop before it's too late,” Your maternal figure’s sing-song-like voice turns sharp in an instant, like it could cut through butter.
“You were always a wild child, a disappointment, I am trying to help you-”
You interrupt.
“How are you helping?! Belittling me, treating me as some sort of– some do Ill?! I have tried, given my whole entire fucking life, trying to please you in every way, but somehow, it's never enough! And when I do fuck up, suddenly I'm a failure in your eyes?!”
Silence.
“You better mind your language young lady,”
“NO! I will NOT mind my FUCKING LANGUAGE. I will swear when I want to, and I will do whatever I FUCKING WANT! I AM DONE WITH YOU AND YOU- YOUR WAY OF THINGS!”
You press the end button, calmly.
You storm up to your bedroom and closed the door. Calmly.
You look at the bookshelf, always so perfectly clean, scarce of dust.
Perfectly clean, no imperfections.
You let out a cry of irritation and just start throwing out books, ripping the pages of each, crumpling sheets of paper, sobbing hot angry tears while doing so.
When that was done, you just bring the entire bookshelf down with a bang, and you stomp on it until you feel a sharp pain in your foot, surely that's a splinter right there.
You stumble over into your bed and scream and cry in your pillow, amongst the mess.
You submerge yourself in your pillow even more, until your anger numbs away, leaving you with a throbbing pain in your head.
Absolutely drained from your outburst, you drift off.
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Everywhere is foggy.
You look around, looking for anything of use, when your attention is turned to a glowing light, placed on a rusted pedestal.
Since it's the only thing that piques interest, you touch the fluorescent ball and yelp when it scorches your hand.
“Ow,” you pull your hand away and decide to look for anything else.
As you trek through the nothingness, you feel like you're being tugged down by an anchor, or treading through quicksand.
Suddenly, the ground gives way under your feet.
You’re falling.
The cold air whistles through your ears.
You try to fly with your wings, but nothing; it feels like they have been ruthlessly ripped from your body.
You feel as though you're being stretched, squished and deformed like play dough, until you hear and feel something cracking. As you fall, you look towards the light.
At the entrance of the hole, there are many, unidentifiable figures, just, staring at your downfall.
You want to scream and cry for help, but it feels like your mouth has been cemented shut.
A faint noise calls your name, which sounds closer and closer each time as you fall helplessly.
You make a successful-ish attempt to turn on your stomach.
In your horror, you see a halo, cracked and muted of its previous glow. Your halo.
Not that far below you, there are hot red coals.
Oh God.
The voice becomes louder and closer and you hit the ground with a scream.
You jump up, to find yourself back in the dump that is your bedroom, slicked with sweat.
“Oh my God, Y/N! Are you alright?” Emily, who was tentatively paving the way to get to your pathetic self.
“Emi, hi… Yeah, just eh, rough day,” you smile weakly at the Seraphim, who’s concerned expression shows that she doesn't believe you, but she doesn’t want to put you under pressure.
“What’s all of this?” Emily motions to the wrecked room.
“Adam pulled a tantrum again?”
“Huh? Oh that, nono, sorry uhm,” you pause to clean the room as it was with the snap of your fingers.
“Why are you here Emi? Do you need something?” You wipe your eyes, but your bloodshot eyes are still apparent.
“No, I just wanted to hang out with you, but I can come back if it's a bad time,” The Seraphim stumbles over her words as she looks up at you, slightly flushing.
“No, no you can stay. I’m just a little bit shaken up, but yep you can stay. Uhm….” you trail off.
This place is feels really constraining
You need an escape.
“Hey Emily, wanna go on an adventure?” You put on a face of newfound enthusiasm. The Seraphim just had that effect on people.
“Of course! But er, where?”
“Shh, it's a surprise, now let's go!” You push Emily into the portal you made and go in yourself.
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“Woah, this is what it's like?” Emily says as she looks around the hellish landscape like a lost puppy.
She snaps out of it when you drag her out of the way of a thrown carcass headed towards the both of you.
“Yeah, let's head inside,” You manoeuvre her into the hotel.
The lobby is more populated than your last visits to the establishment, though all faces are familiar.
“Emily, meet Angel, Husk Alastor, Charlie, who you know already, and-” Your voice dies down in your throat at the sight of the Demon King, with his strapping jacket and top hat.
What is going on with you today?
“And Lucifer,” You motion to the King, who gives you both an acknowledging nod.
Your heart misses a beat.
“Well uh, there's one more but I don't know where she is… WOAH NIFFTY!”
The little scamp runs towards the Seraphim with a knife about to stab her with malicious intent.
“Niffty, no. No stabbing any more angels we talked about this,” Angel grabs the knife from the housemaid and throws it in the trash can.
“Ugh, not a bad boy,” Nifty grumbles and begrudgingly rushes off to god knows where.
“Well everyone, this is Emily, not sure if Charlie has told you about her but-”
“Is she your kid?” Angel asks.
“I’m sorry, what? Oh no, no she is not my kid pff,” you say.
“Huh,”
“Well as I was trying to say, Emily here is another person on our side,” You give Emi an encouraging squeeze of the shoulders.
“Well this is quite the improvement. Salutations! Pleasure to meet you,” The radio demon greets himself, extending his hand to shake Emily's.
She takes it, though cautious.
She turns to Charlie and warms up to the amicable face.
“Hi, Emily, er obviously you know who I am,” The princess of Hell welcomes her, as some of the other Hotel residents go off doing their own thing.
“Oh yes. Y/N told me about you, obviously we've met before, but under less casual circumstances,” Emily scrambles for conversation.
Obviously, they need a little push to loosen up with each other.
“Charlie, maybe show Emily the garden? Or maybe the entire hotel for that matter. Emi here has been dying to have a look around,”
“Oh yes! Let me show you some of the suites, I decorated them myself,” Filled with giddiness, Charlie beckons the Seraphim upstairs.
Emily turns to you, unsure.
“Go on, don't worry, I'll be waiting here!” You give her a persuasive smile and shoo the pair upstairs.
Now you had some time to kill…
“Hey!”
“Agh!” You jump at the voice of Lucifer.
“Geez, am I that scary?” He laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Pff as if-” You snicker and give him a playful shove back.
“Anyway, how've you been? How's the old rusted machine been?”
“Are you always going to make digs and remarks at my husband in an attempt to get all three of his wives in your pants?” You raise an eyebrow sarcastically.
He sighs, feigning sorrow. “You know me too well. I thought it was the perfect plan, but clearly I'll have to tune it a bit,” The demon rattles on, but your brain fixates on the one word he said.
Perfect.
Something you try so, so hard to be, but apparently isn't enough for your mom.
If your mom doesn't love you as you are.
Well, what's to say anyone can?
“Well, what do you say, Butter-Duck? You have to find a nickname for me, but I'll call you that regardless, hmm?”
His question brings you back to the conversation.
Which, leads you to ugly, fat tears.
Lucifer’s face contorts into panic.
“Wait, I'm sorry, it's was a rubbish nickname, sorry I thought it was funny-” He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“No, no it's not that,” You rub your eyes, your voice croaky.
“The reason is quite silly, really, it's fine, I'm just being stupid hahha,”
Lucifer is not convinced.
“Listen, you helped me out the other day, and even though I'm not good at this comforting stuff, please, at least let me listen,” He gives you a weak, gorgeous smile, one that is enough to make you stop crying about.
Okay, it's really becoming an issue of you being distracted by…
Him.
“Well, just an argument with my mom; basically just her saying how much of a disappointment I am and-” your voice creaks.
“And?”
“And I suddenly just don’t feel like her daughter,just a burden she has to put up with, and then what’s the point of all of this if you're not perfect,”
And breathe.
You put your face in your hands.
“I’ll never find love,”
“Hang on, but isn't Adam your husband? Don't you love him?”
“No, I don't. It was a marriage purely organised by my parents. Completely transactional,” you mutter dejectedly.
“Shit, that really sucks. Listen, I know it's hard to hear, but you need to hear it. Nobody is perfect. No one. That's what makes people interesting. And your mom wanting you to be that is far from perfect of her. Not sure if you're aware, but we're in Hell, right now, amongst many people who are basically morality rejects. But you, you're a Winner. Not in the physical sense, but also metaphorically. And for what it's worth…” Lucifer takes a moment to mull over his next words.
“Many people love you, like Charlie and, that Seraphim, Emilia?”
“Emily” You amend.
“Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is that you have many people that adore you, and that's what matters most,” Lucifer comes closer and stiffly puts his arms around you, which you return.
“Thank you, Lucifer,” You sniffle into his shoulder.
“No problem, anytime. You are my friend after all,” He gently smiles.
Your heart flutters. Friend? As in, person he considers more than an acquaintance?
“So, what's this about a Butter-Duck?” You tease.
“What? I thought it'd be a cool nickname for you,” He huffs.
“Alright, alright… Let me think of a nickname for you then… Lulu!”
He grimaces. “Ugh, that sounds like a name for a baby products brand!”
“Oddly specific, but if it annoys you more, all the better!”
“Ugh, you're like worst than some sinners here I swear,”
“Who said Angel’s can't be jokesters too?” You give him a wink.
He coughs, a rosy red complexion appearing on his face.
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Emily and Charlie come back into the lobby, to you and Lucifer making small talk on the couch.
“Ready to go?”
Emily nods. She goes to hugs Charlie, which is reciprocated.
“Well, I’ll see you around?” You squeeze the demon’s king hand.
He looks at you, and nods, hesitant to return the gesture, as if you were glass.
“Yes, I will,”
As you and Emily leave to make your way back to Heaven, you could've sworn you heard Lucifer whisper three words.
“I love you,”
You turn back with a questioning expression, but all that was on his face was nonchalance.
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Hey friends!
So ive gotten another art request and I'm so excited and I'm definitely going to do it, but I just wanted to put this out there:
I promise that I will always do any art request that's given to me unless it conflicts with the guidelines I have pinned to my account. Any art request I won't do, I will respond to the request saying I'm not going to do it, so if it's been a minute and you think I'm ignoring you, I'm not I promise.
For this week:
I'm still new to college and restructuring my life for it, so I have a habit of trying to take on too much. This week, I have an exam and a lab practical and I have homework and stuff before spring break so while my commissions are still open and I welcome them, I will not even start them until this Sunday, March 10th.
It also might be delayed because I have 2 birthday parties in my family, good Friday, and Easter so I am quite busy in March lol. But I will do my best starting on the 10th to get any requests started and while they may take a little bit, I promise they will get done.
Thanks friends! Keep sending any asks and art requests!
PS: I know I dropped the ball on the last couple asks (the one with Cassandra and Jason was terrible and misinformed), so going forward, I promise to put in as much research as I can into characters I'm not well versed with before responding. And thank you to the people in the comments and reblogs who have educated me on said characters, it's been very helpful!
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👉👈 uhm could you maybe release a snippet of those fics? Please? 🥺
I’ve deleted and rewritten this ask like 5 times because I’ve never in my life requested smut let alone something like… well that.
-The Ex-Lurker
Anon I am very sorry to inform you that these snippest are as real as santa. I never work on more than one or two fics at a time. And even when I do, i immediately post them the second they're finished.
There is no easter bunny, no queen of England and no Shadowheart degradation snippets.
I have requests for Shadowheart degrading people that i plan on posting after I actually write them, which I have not.
Instead, have this piece I've written just for you as an apology for leading you on <3 i will do it again.
Shadowheart degrades you
[ Smut, degradation, overstimulation, nb!reader, Dom!shadowheart ]
The sound of your voice was all you could hear in the room, raw, breathless, and needy. Hearing the desperation in your own moans made you close your eyes in embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Shadowheart's soft voice came from above you. Her hand went down to caress your head on her lap.
You choked on your own reply, your body squirming and twitching as yet another orgasm was forced out of you. Her hand between your thighs now drenched with your cum.
"Is it too much for your brain? Is that what this is about?" She didn't even give you a moment to rest before hand started moving again, the same brutal pace that she's been forcing onto you for an hour.
"If only you could see how pathetic you look right now." She didn't take her eyes off of your fucked out face on her lap, she seemed to revel in making you feel that burning shame of being watched.
She still had all of her clothes on, not a hair out of place, while you laid naked below her. She didn't even break a sweat while she continuously toyed and abused your most intimate areas into overstimulation.
"Just how many times did you make a mess already, and you're still cumming?" She stopped overstimulating you long enough to give the inside of your thighs a light slap, making your body jump as a loud whine escaped you.
She laughed, she was laughing at you.
Immediately, you felt yourself getting pushed to the edge of another orgasm, so fast too, you were really losing your mind.
"That pretty head of yours will probably be empty by the time I'm done with you." She caressed your head again, "you won't have any other purpose after. You'll be completely useless."
You were so close, you didn't care about your dignity anymore. You just wanted relief.
"Maybe I should invite all of our friends here, give them front row seats to your little show." She let you grind against her hand, cooing and chuckling as you made another mess, covering the insides of your thighs in your own cum.
But she didn't stop, instead, her hand went back to the same brutal pace if not faster.
The pleasure was too intense. It became too much and borderline painful. Your cries were ignored by Shadowheart as you begged and pleaded for a rest.
"A bitch in heat, that's what you are." The hand on your head pulled your hair in a painful grip as she brought your head closer to her face.
Her hand never stopped, you were full on crying from the burning pleasure. You couldn't control yourself, you couldn't control your voice and you couldn't stop from cumming endlessly on her hand. This was your punishment for overindulgence.
Isn't it her job to cleanse people of their sins as a cleric? Then consider this your atonement for being the whore that you are. For all the lust filled thoughts clouding your brain.
"Say, thank you." Her hold tightned on your hair, "thank me for treating you like you deserve to be treated, and I might let go."
Your nerves were on fire. You barely registered your own words as you thanked her as loudly as you can between your cries. Thanking her for giving a dirty pathetic whore like you the chance to repent and get cleansed.
Both hand let go of you, you head was dropped back into her lap.
"Turn around." She looked at you in disgust, "ass up, face down."
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WIBTA if I made my housemates sign a cleaning chart/rota/contract thing?
So I (20F) am a student and while it's currently the summer, I am going to be living with most of the same people I lived with last year when school starts again in Sept. These are friend A (20M), friend B (20M) and friend C (23M). Friend B's girlfriend (21F) lived with us last year, but in the coming year she will be living in the same building as us but not the same flat. She will probably be an unofficial 5th housemate.
Last year there were some issues, particularly in the cleaning department. The only two people who actually clean with any kind of regularity and competency are me and A. I've been a paid cleaner before and A works in a kitchen. The problem has been that B and C will be like "I'll do it later" then forget about it. I'm not a neat freak, I'm not bothered about carpets being hoovered at a particular time or dusting being done at a particular time. I do care about having kitchens and bathrooms that aren't biohazards. B and C will leave the kitchen and bathrooms until they start growing their own microbiomes before they'll do anything without prompting. I don't want to be some helicopter housemate standing over adult men being like "time to wash the dishes" but I am running out of options.
A and I both didn't stay in our uni town over the Easter break, and when we returned there was a sink full of orange mould waiting for us. This pissed me off more than usual because I had given the kitchen a very deep clean before I left and they just let it get to that state again, and their excuse was "Well we didn't really use the kitchen we had takeaways" but the evidence spoke for itself. I ended up deep cleaning the kitchen again, and A ended up deep cleaning the bathroom.
We tried a normal rota last year, but B and C half assed their stuff. Bins (in a house that had 7 people in it, so filled very quickly) would be left to pile out of the bin into some leaning tower of trash before they would take them out, but it was "in the deadline" so we couldnt complain without looking unreasonable. Neither of them seem to understand that you need to pick things up and clean under them too to have a clean space (wiping around cups left in the kitchen instead of like...washing them), and B's girlfriend tried to argue we didn't need to replace our broken hoover because we "didn't need one" and like I'm not that particular about carpets but come on? (This also wasn't a money thing, she's got rich parents who she has a good relationship with). A and I ended up having to do the same chore after them so that it was done to a competent standard where we wouldn't get ill.
A thinks they've both never had to clean up after themselves before and genuinely don't understand what it takes to live in a hygienic environment. I think it's weaponised incompetence. B's girlfriend had the nerve to say last term "going home really puts into perspective how gross this house is in comparison" and it took all my strength not to snap that if certain people got of their arses and did something we might actually have a sanitary house.
Anyway, my idea I might be the asshole about it that I think a good motivating factor might be money. My idea is if you dont do your chore/do it poorly, and someone else has to do it again after you, you have to pay them national minimum wage for their time you wasted. Currently NMW is £10.42 an hour. I don't actually want them to pay me and A, I want them to be motivated enough in not wanting to spend that money to be a competent housemate and clean the fucking kitchen. I sense though, that it might be too aggressive an action to take with people I'm going to be living with till next July.
Would that make me an asshole?
What are these acronyms?
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Purpose and family (Tom Hiddleston, X reader wife, kids and Loki cast one shot)
18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.
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A/N: I took some inspiration from Tom's recent interview on Jimmy Fallon's Tonight show in the end for the title and a little bit of the dialogue from it as well as the behind the scenes dialogue too. So I hope you all enjoy it.
Thank you to anonymous for sending this prompt and waiting so patiently for it. I enjoyed writing the balance between family life, work family and the fluffiness with the hint of smuttiness too. Also your full ask was very sweet and I thank you for your support of my work ❤️ x
Also for those who don't live in the Uk half term is when you have a small breaks in the school year. Just in case you didn't know that.
(Reminder prompt requests are closed at the moment. Keep checking either the bio to this collection or my profile for when I will be taking them again)
Prompt requested by Anonymous on Tumblr: I wanted to submit a request after seeing your lovely tom hiddleston fic where he and reader are married and have lots of kids so his cast members tease him about it on the documentery tapes and his kids also play some role in the series/movies.
If u r comfortwble can u pls include some fluffy smut and some teasing about making another by tom
Summary: Tom and the cast of Loki give the fans a tour of the sets and talk about their time on the show whilst having a lot of fun. Most of the time his co-stars tease him about the way he messes around onset and the way he acts around his kids when they come to visit him while onset over half term. When filming is all done Tom comes home just in time for dinner and later he tells you that he's been thinking a lot about having another kid.
Warnings: Oral sex female receiving, teasing and smut (mild)
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"Hello, I'm Tom Hiddleston and this is the magnificent Ke Huy Quan!" Tom says excitedly as he introduced Ke to the camera and puts his arm around him.
"No, you're magnificent!" Ke says, causing both men to laugh and joke around as if they have known each other for years before working on the Loki series together.
"We're here in Ouroboros or OB's workshop set here in the TVA and we invite you to come and take a look around with us!" Tom says to the camera once they have collected themselves again, as they both extend their free arms out in gesture to the set around them.
The camera then proceeds to follow the pair around as they start to do a tour around Ouroboros' workshop. The set itself is jam packed with many busted up bits of TVA technology, many scrap pieces of random metal objects and OB's tools. Yet everything in the chaos of the mess is really where OB knows exactly where things are, or rather an organised chaotic mess, that's all confined behind a yellow help desk. Whereas the desk itself is littered with your typical office supplies and retro orange computer and telephone that sits in its cradle on the opposite side. There are even little cubby spaces behind the desk that are only briefly seen and houses many of the objects that could be missed on screen, unless someone goes looking that closely like many do for any hidden easter eggs. Also there's a vast network of tubes that are fixed at various points in the ceiling, and are all interlinked into one bigger tub that comes down the centre, at the back of the set. Which is the fastest way for the TVA agents to get their Tempads or other devices sent to OB to be fixed quickly than traveling down to the floor itself.
Whilst the camera follows Tom and Ke showing off the set they seem to act like children on Christmas Day, as they continue to laugh and become delighted about showing off the tiniest details on set. Some details which they explain that you might miss on screen, but the objects are still there nonetheless. Also in between the two talking about this particular set from the audience's perspective they will see cuts to certain images from a few scenes of the show to see how it all looks in the final cut.
"What's your favourite part of this particular set?" Tom asks Ke after they give the tour around, as they lean against the front of the big yellow desk, while Tom has his arms crossed and relaxes himself.
"Oh my goodness, that's such a difficult question! Every set is beautiful and it's been such an honour to be here....to work everyday has been loads of fun with such an incredible cast and crew! Everyone has been so welcoming to me into the Loki family...into the MCU family, everything has truly been an amazing experience." Ke's enthusiasm was very infectious and his smile seemed to catch on too.
Tom and Ke continued to interview each other for a while longer before the camera transitions into Sophia and Wunmi being interviewed separately by someone off camera. In both interviews they talk about the wholesome atmosphere onset and about what they're hoping the fans will get out of the new season. Of course they both then go on to mention Tom after briefly discussing other cast members, after all without Tom and the fans there wouldn't be a show at all.
"Tom is really great...he's always honest and hilarious. You always find your cheeks hurting from laughing so much." Wunmi says in her interview before the cross over to Sophia.
"Working with Tom is like being a kid again. He's always getting everyone to play games and messing around onset...it also reflects in the energy he brings to Loki. Even when his kids came onto set for a few days during their half term, honestly they had so much the fun...the way he would involve them in the games too, also when you see Loki mimicking the inflatable man in the show, it was amusing to see him with his kids do it too behind the scenes. They really do take after him." While Sophia fondly spoke, clips of the cast playing games and Tom with your kids while mimicking the inflatable man came onto the screen while you stand nearby laughing, it all brings her words to life for the audience watching.
After a compilation of the cast hugging Tom and other behind the scene clips, with parts of different interviews over-layered or inserted in between, interviews mostly about the cast talking about Tom and teasing him. Then the screen transitions over to Owen and Tom being interviewed together. The pair sit comfortably in their chairs as they are interviewed by someone off camera like most interviews. Similarly to the first season behind the scenes they went off on a tangent and it clearly showed they have great offset chemistry still. The last part of the interview focuses on the show's purpose and family.
"Tom is a family man even though we all tease him about how crazy he and his kids can get, but it's very sweet too." Owen says with a kind gentleness, as Tom's cheeks heat up and he chuckles from hearing those words. "Personally I think his other half, Y/N, she's lucky to have a guy like him." He added and felt Tom's hand squeeze his shoulder in a gesture of thanks.
"Yeah, everyone does tend to tease me about it and the fact I can still act like a child myself...but I think when playing someone like Loki it requires that playfulness...that mischievous side of yourself to have fun and Loki has had a lot of fun with his tricks for the time I've been playing him. Although that's what this show is about finding meaning, your identity, your purpose in life...but also it's about family which is exactly what Loki has always been about." Tom says, speaking passionately and fondly of his time playing Loki.
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"Daddy!" Your kids yell in unison, as they rush towards Tom as soon as the front door of the house opens, Bobby closely following behind them. He was finally back home.
"My darlings!" Tom says cheerily, as he crouches down on his heels with his arms open wide and his little ones rushed right into his waiting arms, also he kisses their cheeks in turn. The three of them hug tightly as Bobby bounces around with his tail wagging like mad, but he barks when he doesn't receive any attention right away, causing Tom to chuckle. "Hey Bobbers, I’ve missed you too!" He adds with laughter in his voice as he frees a hand and pats his faithful furry companion.
"Hey." You say softly after emerging out of the kitchen and into the hallway. A smile appears on your lips as Tom smiles up at you before he stands back up to his full height. Both of you then slowly meet half way in the hallway, he takes you into his arms as soon as you're in reach and softly kisses you.
"Ew!" Your son says, causing you and Tom to chuckle and break away from the kiss.
"What? You've seen Daddy kiss Mummy before." Tom says, as he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist as he addresses your son, although your son just crunches up his face in disgust and you both can't help but laugh again.
"He's a baby." Your daughter says cheekily and your son sticks his tongue out at her for teasing him.
"Yeah well Daddy wanted to show Mummy some love too, alright?" Tom said with still hints of laughter in his voice and you tightly held onto him back.
"Mummy missed Daddy too, you know." Your voice matched Tom's as you spoke to your kids, but you loved how they interacted with each other, you could defiantly see what everyone sees and that's how much they're like Tom.
After you all welcomed Tom home he then let Bobby out back before you all settled down at the dining table for dinner. Despite you and your little ones visiting Tom over their half term break nothing could beat this moment here and now. You seemed to zone out while watching your family having dinner while talking and laughing amongst themselves, it felt wonderful to have everyone together like this again, a feeling you always enjoyed whenever spending time together.
"Is everything alright, love?" Tom asks softly a few moments later, after he freed up his right hand and placed it on top of yours, caressing yours with his thumb gently bringing you out of your thoughts.
"Humm...yeah-yeah, everything is more than alright." You reassured him as you focused on his beautiful eyes.
"Sure?" He had to ask again. He's always felt the need to ever since you started dating years ago. He's also always been very protective of you, especially how badly relationships have been in the past for both of you, in different ways sure yet you've both experienced similarities all the same too. Of course his protectiveness had expanded when you both had children together, which showed more whenever they accidentally fell down or hurt themselves in any way.
"Promise." You replied before leaning towards him and pecking him on the lips, earning another noise of disgust from your son. "Hey you...eat your dinner." You playfully chastised your son.
"Don't forget to eat your peas now, otherwise no dessert." Tom adds in the same playful way, making your son shake his head as if he's actually been denied dessert, the very same look you've seen on Tom's face before too when denied dessert.
"Eat up then." You encouraged and that's exactly what your son did.
"You too, princess." Tom says with a gentle warning, as he catches your daughter sliding peas off her plate and feeding them to Bobby who's sat beside her. With that gentle warning she put her plate back down on the table and continued to eat all her dinner like her brother. Neither wanted to miss out on dessert.
Much later when your kids are tucked up in bed with Bobby staying in their shared room for the night you and Tom had gotten yourselves ready for bed too. Whilst you brush your teeth Tom was sitting in bed comfortably as he made a start on a new chapter of his current book. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't realised you were coming back into the room.
"You always look so good with glasses on." You teased, as you climbed into bed next to him before kissing his cheek, making his cheeks heat up and a chuckle to escape his lips as he turned his attention towards you instead.
"And you always look good in my clothes." He says playfully, after noticing you decided to wear a pair of his joggers and one of his t shirts for bed.
He quickly marks his page and puts the book on the bedside table before he grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer towards him. You don't hesitate another second, your lips touch his lovingly and sweetly, as your hands come up to hold his face gently. This time you could enjoy the kiss instead of being interrupted, it was a nice feeling, especially as he returned your kiss in kind. When your lips parted neither of you could stop smiling for no real reason at all. Just being together in this moment felt like no time had been spent apart, and your love for each other is as strong as ever, if not more so. Although it didn't take long before you began making out as if you were teenagers again and hands began to wander over each other's bodies.
"Then again...you look just as good when they're on the floor too." Tom says sultry, with that suggestive smirk on his lips, while he strokes your hair softly and this time you're the one with reddened cheeks.
However a few months ago you were self-conscious about still having some extra weight on your body after having two kids. Tom had eased your worries though, he's great like that because he still loves you and praises your body no matter how you thought you looked. To say he adores you is an understatement. You often even ask how come you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life and love you so much for who you are both inside and outside.
"Tooooommmm." You say childishly between giggles, as he gets more handsy, also he's being very playful with his touch on your body, as well as kissing all over your face and down your neck.
Tom chuckled against your neck as he continued to kiss down it, the slight roughness of his stubble brushing against your skin, not that you minded it as you actually liked it. He then kissed down to your collarbone, whilst his fingers found their way underneath his t shirt on your body and caressed your skin softly. Eventually his fingers hoisted his t shirt further up your body and his lips moved down to kiss your abdomen. His breath warm against your skin and the slight roughness of his stubble brushes you there now too and makes you giggle. When his kisses trailed upwards his fingers pushed his t shirt up even higher, revealing more of your body to himself, his mouth then latched onto your nipples in turn. He gently sucked and circled his tongue around each of them in turn, while he kneaded your other breast, pinching and rubbing the other nipple before his hot wet mouth switched over. You moaned softly as he paid special attention to your breasts and you felt him smirking as he sucked a little harder and circling his tongue around every now and then.
Before you knew it Tom had removed his t shirt completely away from your body and pulled his joggers down and off you too. His kisses trailed up from your calves to your thighs as his hands caressed your body softly. His stubble scratches you and leaves a slight stinging sensation in its wake. He was just showing his appreciation of your body, treating you like a queen, squashing any ill thoughts you might have going on in your mind again about how you looked. Soon enough you felt him part your thighs, his noise brush against your clit briefly before his mouth latched onto it, gently sucking and humming with approval. His humming sent vibrations up your body and you felt a shiver run down your spine. In return his ministrations increased, his hot mouth around your clit sucked more intensely, before his tongue pushed through your wet folds. He moaned as he vigorously began sliding his tongue in and out of your heated core, your own soft and quiet noises of pleasure escaped your lips, his hands also taking a firm grasp on the back of your thighs as he brought up your core closer to his mouth.
After a while you came all over his tongue and some dribbled down his chin. As he looked up at you after he had helped you through your climax his chin was glistening with your arousal. He then smacked his lips together and licked them clean before wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He just sat on his knees for a bit enjoying how you looked in the aftermath of your climax with a smirk gracing his lips.
"You know...I wouldn't mind having another little pair of feet running around the house. " Tom suddenly says, with his fingers lacing with your own, as he comes to lay beside you now. Neither of you had spoken about having any more kids before, you were a little surprised by him suggesting it, but you weren't at the same time, due to the fact you know he's always wanted a lot of kids. Long before you met him even.
"You want another one?" You asked, as you look into his eyes deeply while trying to work out how serious he is about this.
"Yeah...I really want another with you, Y/N. You're already a wonderful mother to our little ones and I just...I still feel that need to be a parent again. I admit I miss having to do all those little things with having a baby around, you know? Like teaching them how to walk, how to talk...oddly even getting up for nightly feeding" He says softly with slightly reminiscing laughter about being a parent. "I miss everything about having a baby. Don't get me wrong I love our kids so much, you know I do, yet I can't help but think about having another lately." He adds, his thumb caresses your hand as he keeps your fingers laced together, his expression was just as telling as his words are. He really wants another kid with you.
"I miss it too." You eventually spoke up after letting his words sink in, although it's been five years since your youngest was born, yet you had to agree that you miss everything he just said too. Despite thinking that you'd done having more kids up until now, you knew at that moment you wanted to start all over again.
Tom's face lit up like a Christmas tree when you told him you wanted the same thing. It didn't take him long before his lips were back on yours. The taste of yourself still lingered on his tongue and you moaned into the kiss as you pulled him closer to your body. He took that as a hint and took off his nightwear while trying not to be away from you too much. The pair of you were all tongues, mouths and hands again, but when you felt his erection pressing against your thigh your body shivered.
"Let's get you knocked up." Tom says teasingly and wiggles his eyebrows after your lips parted making you laugh.
He proceeded to flip you over onto your back ready, his grasp onto your hips firmly as he brought himself into position. At first he brushed the head of his cock against your sodden pussy a couple of times, making you jolt excitedly, and a gasp to escape your lips. You thought he was going to be rough with you at first, but instead he slowly pushed inside of you and began to make love to you gently.
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Are we ready? It's Time...
For more GOOD OMENS WILD META.
I have been chewing on this one for awhile. Like, really ruminating on it. Probably because it's so far-reaching. For me, for others. It's a matter of the Journey From The Final Fifteen.
I will openly admit it, when I first came off the Final Fifteen, sometime in August/September (yeah, I was so worried about Season 2 I didn't watch it for a month after it came out and I realized I was right to do so.). I was, and still am, heartbroken. I was angry, despairing and wondering what the point of an ending like that was. I was angry at Neil Gaiman, I was angry at all the creators behind Good Omens. I was angry at Aziraphale, first, and then after about five minutes, I was angry at Crowley too.
Note, I was never mad at David Tennant or Michael Sheen. I respected their acting choices so much in the Final Fifteen. It was beautiful. It ripped my soul out through my chest. They are both brilliant. I know everyone has their favorite GO counterparts - they are mine.
Then a funny thing happened. A few weeks passed. I started fumbling around Good Omens Tumblr again. I'd been a big contributor during Detroit: Become Human (of which I am still a HUGE FAN, god I love that game.), and until Good Omens 2 came out, I was on the side of Good Omens fandom. Reading, mostly, but at the time I was very deep into my Wangxian fixation (haaaaah, I say, like I have ever left it. My dream AU is Aziraphale and Crowley in the Sunshot Campaign, causing trouble with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.). That changed after Final Fifteen. Now I was hurt, I was looking for comfort. I was looking for my fellow fans.
Clearly, I found you, you gorgeous bastards (saying nothing about your moms, unless you want me to). I started to read more meta, started having my own thoughts and carefully posting them. Reading fanfiction, and ... becoming less angry. Stepping back, to really look at the story. I was swallowing content like Aziraphale swallowed ox ribs. In the midst of this, I realized this wasn't The End of Good Omens, but merely the second part of a Trilogy. I'm a writer, I know what the second part of a trilogy is. It's where your heart breaks, it's the cliffhanger episode. I stopped being mad, and started loving the craft. I started to actually look at the scenes instead of just watching.
With that, I started to realize I had been missing so much. I realized I had been wrong, about a lot of things. My perspectives, and thoughts changed. Aziraphale wasn't at fault, he was a victim of the situation as much as Crowley was. Crowley left the bookshop, but he never left Aziraphale. He waited. He's still waiting. As more time passed, the more my thoughts evolved. Changed, formed anew, and I felt better for it. I decided to be hopeful about the whole thing. Yes, it was bad now, but there were enough signs and easter eggs to say this wasn't the ending we were going to get.
I healed, in short. I forgave. I'm waiting for our next chapter, because I know this story isn't done, not by a long shot. I'm waiting to see how our heroes will cope.
Rather like, I think, Aziraphale and Crowley will. The initial pain is going to fade, the anger, the feeling of rejection (whereas they will some day realize neither one of them were in fact, rejected.). The longing is going to kick in. They're going to miss one another more than they will ever be angry. There's going to be moments of grace, of forgiveness, partnered with sadness. What I think we forget, sometimes, is that Aziraphale and Crowley are 6000 years old. They've fought before. They'll fight again. With the fullness of time though, they'll come back to one another. They'll talk again.
Right now though, they've had time. Time to hopefully process (I really, really hope Aziraphale has had SOME time to process), time let the anger fade a little. Maybe not enough time - some of us here still need time - but enough to let them wonder ... is it really over? Maybe to realize, no. No it's not.
Time doesn't heal all wounds, but time does allow you to find equilibrium. I hope time will do the same for our angel and our demon. I know time helped me. I hope time will help us all.
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#david tennant#michael sheen#neil gaiman#good omens meta#good omens fandom#time is on our side
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Part One: Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw
Summary: 18 year old Ravenclaw student is dating Miles Bletchley (Slytherin), and gets on Professor Snape’s bad side
Warnings: French Kissing, Heavy Petting
Side Note: I prefer long drawn out stories, and this has been a fantasy of mine for quite some time. This is my first time writing fanfic, so lmk any comments, suggestions, feel free.
The snow was finally melting outside the castle, a sign that Easter break was near. After Easter break you only have one more term at Hogwarts, which gives you mixed emotions. You’re excited to start your career, debating between teaching at Hogwarts for Potions or working at St. Mungos as a healer. Both are realistic options due to receiving O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s in Potions, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Charms.
You were now sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts which is now taught by none other than Severus Snape. An ornery, greasy haired, hooked nose professor whom most students either feared or despised. Thankfully you never saw his worst as you followed the rules, yet he seemed annoyed by you. Maybe it was because I’ve typically done well in his courses. That is until this term.
You, a Ravenclaw, recently started dating Miles Bletchley, a Slytherin in your same year. He’s been walking you to classes, and just kissed you for the first time while dropping you off at Defense Against the Dark Arts. You can’t quit thinking of it, and are having trouble paying attention. It’s not until Professor Snape drops books heavily in front of you that you realize you completely zoned out.
“Miss (y/l/n)?”
Snape says looking down at me with a scowl.
“Yes Professor?”
You say while blushing, feeling uncomfortable under his harsh gaze.
“I asked you to repeat the spell you would use to lure a dragon to sleep. The one I mentioned not ten minutes ago.”
“Umm.”
Is all you can get out. You completely missed that part of the lesson.
“Detention with me after class. Perhaps you should concern yourself less with boys and focus on your studies Miss (y/l/n).”
Snape said while lowering his voice for the second sentence.
His concern gave you an odd rush.
After class was over you stayed sitting in your seat, holding you breath for what was about to come.
After the last student left he slammed the door, and briskly walked to your desk, his dark cape flowing behind him.
“Miss (y/l/n), I expect this behavior from the hormonal 4th year girls, but you, an 18 year old young woman, should not be daydreaming about a boy during my lecture. I truly could care less about your personal life, but since you have applied to teach Potions next year, I must question your competence.”
“Professor-“
He cuts me off before you can try to defend myself.
“You will be assisting me to grade papers for the 3rd and 4th year students for the next week starting tomorrow. You will arrive directly after dinner in my office ready to work. If you can get though this simple task I will not immediately remove your application from our files.”
“But-“
“All you need to say is ‘Yes, sir’.” He says in a commanding tone telling you the conversation is over.
“Yes, sir.” You say before grabbing your belongings and heading the Ravenclaw common room to process what just happened.
Your career now hanging on a thread by the most temperamental professor at Hogwarts. It took this for you to realize how badly you wanted to teach as opposed to being a healer. As you process this you start to feel angered by the entire evening.
You feel your stomach growl and realize you've almost missed dinner. You run down the spiral staircase and fall into Miles, who catches you with a smile.
“Woah there (y/n), where are you off too so fast?”
Miles states with a smile, still holding your waist. His blue eyes twinkle in a sexy way as he looks at you. You can’t help but admire his short blonde hair and athletic build, no doubt from all those hours on the quidditch field.
“I am starving, ravenous even.”
You say with flirty grin, liking the feel of his hands your waist.
“Come with me.”
He says pulling your hand away from the Great Hall. You follow without question excited for the distraction from the earlier encounter.
He leads you down the grand staircase and whispers the current password to the Slytherin common room. As the door opens you see a delicious looking spread of food being brought by disgruntled looking house elves. You feel a pang of guilt for the elves, but your grumbling stomach wins.
Miles gestures to a green tufted loveseat, and begins filling up a plate for you. He plops down next to you, handing you the full plate. You start scarfing down the delicious meal as Miles watches with amusement.
“Do they starve you over there at Ravenclaw?” He says with a smirk.
You laugh with a full mouth and elbow him in the ribs.
You finish your meal and start chatting with Miles. Your legs draped over his, his hand on your thigh. You start feeling the building desire to kiss him as the common room empties. You climb onto his lap and start to lightly kiss him as he pulls you closer. His tongue slipping into your mouth, your tongue lightly pushing against his as the heat between you builds. One of his hands slides to your ass under your skirt, the other on your ribs just below your breast under your uniform shirt.
“Ahem.”
You jolt up causing Miles to quickly remove his hands. You turn towards the common room door to see a tall dark figure standing there watching you.
“50 points from Ravenclaw, and Miles you will be reporting to Professor Sprout for detention for two weeks directly after your classes.” Professor Snape said with a smirk seemingly directed at you. “Miss (y/l/n), go straight to your dormitory.”
#severus snape x reader#harry potter fanfiction#fanfic#ravenclaw#slytherin#slytherclaw#professor snape#snape fandom#snapedom
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My Writing
-confetti and fanfare-
At the moment, it's all Mortal Kombat.
UPDATE: There's, like, one Babylon 5 in there now!
Song Challenges - As the link explains, I write to a song and that's that.
Completed Works:
Friday Nights - A weekly ritual between the two, Johnny finds tonight's session is bringing up something he's tried to not think about.
AO3 Rating: E
Chapters: 4/4
Notes: Johnny/Kenshi piece and the piece that dislodged me from my writer's block and I more or less haven't stopped since (aside from a few hurdles but ya get me)
Good Dog - Shang Tsung has gathered far more enemies than allies. Realizing that he needs somebody to keep an eye out for him, he decides to hire a bodyguard. By chance, Shang Tsung arrives just in time to hire Bi-Han, a down on his luck man-for-hire. What Shang Tsung didn't expect was for this man of ice to be immune to all his usual tricks and charm. He doesn't want to admit this draws him to his guard. And on the flip side, Bi-Han didn't think he'd ever break his no-attachments rule with the likes of such a fragile mad scientist. Inspired by the amazing art of @eo03o
AO3 Rating: E
Chapters: 5/5
Notes: I liked their dynamic too much and am too proud of all the random Easter eggs.
Sublimation - Five years since Bi-Han's betrayal and nothing has gotten easier. Earthrealm continues to need its defenders and everyone's starting to feel the strain. But Tomas is feeling another type of strain--he's been treated like a child more than the second in command of the Shirai Ryu as of late. When Liu Kang tasks Tomas and Hanzo to return to the Lin Kuei library, destroyed during the schism, they are ambushed by Bi-Han and Shang Tsung, who offer Tomas up to an Enenra with hopes to control it.
Things, of course, do not go according to plan. Tomas is saved by Hanzo, but Tomas is once again thrown into a life altering experience he never had a say in. Now he and his friends must learn to live with this new version of their friend.
AO3 Rating: M
Chapters: 5/5
Notes: Part of a series (that'll get renamed). Part 2 already in the works for it.
Commentary
Works in Progress:
But a Patient Wolf - Sequel to Good Dog
Shang Tsung gifts "Sai" a chance to exact revenge on Quan Chi, the ringmaster of the traveling circus he once belonged to. With that done, the two flee to Chicago. But their time in the city is cut short when Shang Tsung finally figures out where the strange and mysterious island in the East China Sea is. Bi-Han, the ever-loyal bodyguard, follows his beloved mad scientist to their new destination. There, the two discover a suspiciously preserved library full of secrets and wonders that will push the two and their relationship to the limit.
AO3 Rating: M
Chapters: 1/5(?)
Notes: I fell in love with their dynamic. They're too hard to resist. This story will likely have a different tone than Part One/Good Dog itself, but I hope it's still enjoyable!
The Great Duo: Shang Tsung is woken up one morning to find an ex and six-year-old at his doorstep. She leaves Shang Tsung with a girl who is no doubt his daughter. Initially, he takes her in, knowing it to be wiser to have somebody as smart as him on his side. Soon enough, Shang Tsung finds he not only enjoys having the kid around, but he enjoys teaching her and training her to be just like him.
AO3 Rating: T
Chapters: 1/3(?)
Notes: This one is very much a 'I'll update as the ideas come to me' kind of thing
To Be Haunted: Johnny and Kenshi's relationship has gotten more serious with marriage in sight. Johnny's showing his commitment by welcoming Takeda, while Kenshi still struggles to feel like a good enough parent to Cassie. What should be the next step for the growing family is hamstrung by a strange entity that has made their home its own. Their lives are quickly thrown off balance as Cassie and Takeda grow ill from the creature's presence. Johnny, Kenshi, and their friends scramble to solve the mystery of the entity before it's too late.
AO3 Rating: M
Chapters: 13/?
Notes: I am trying to update it :(
#mk1 2023#johnshi#bishang#coldsoul#tomas vrbada#mk smoke#shang tsung#bi-han#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#don't get your hopes up for those E ratings my smut writing skills are sad i tried#fanfiction#fic: submlimation#fic: friday nights#fic: good dog#fic: to be haunted#fic: the great duo#fic: but a patient wolf
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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)
I Know What You Did Last Summer
Masterlist
*3rd Person POV*
Sam, who appeared drunk, was playing pool with a man from the bar. "Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just -- just give me a chance to win it back." Sam tells Brian. "It's your cash." Brian said just as Dean and (y/n) comes in and go over to Sam.
"Excuse me. My brother's a little sauced to be making bets." Dean tells Brian. "He insisted." Brian said, nodding towards Sam. "Yeah, but you've already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying." (Y/n) said. "Hey, shut up, guys. I'm fine." Sam shouts at them. "No, you're not fine. You're drunk!" Dean said and Sam turns to Brian.
"Let's make it five hundred." He said. "Five hundred?" Dean and (y/n) said, shocked, but Brian seemed intrigued. "Sure." He said and Sam puts the money down on the pool table. "Five hundred. Your break." Brian said then looks down.
While Brian is looking down, Sam raises his eyebrows at Dean and (y/n). For a second there's no trace of drunkenness. The two raise their eyebrows at Sam. Sam breaks, sinking several balls, then sees Ruby across the bar. "Keep the money." Sam said as he puts his cue down on the pool table and walks towards Ruby. "Keep the money? What --" Dean said and he and (y/n) follow Sam.
"Hey." Sam said to Ruby. "Well, you got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me." Dean growls at her. "Dean..." (y/n) said, apprehensive. "I just have some info, and then I'm gone." Ruby said. "What is it?" Sam asked her. "I'm hearing a few whispers." She replied and Dean rolls his eyes. "Ooh, great, demon whisperers -- that's reliable." Dean said, sarcastically, and Ruby ignores him.
"Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt." She explains. "Why? Who is she?" (Y/n) asked, curiously. "No idea." Ruby replied then she turns back to Sam. "But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do." She said and Sam turns to Dean and (y/n).
"Look, maybe we should check it out." Sam said to Dean. "Actually, we're working a case, but thanks." Dean said to Ruby. "What case?" she asked. "Uh, we've got leads, big leads." Dean said as Sam and (y/n) roll their eyes. "Sounds dangerous." Ruby said, sarcastically. "Yeah, well, it sure ain't goose-chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important." Dean said.
"I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done." Ruby said and she starts to turn to leave. "Wait, wait, wait." Sam said and Ruby turns back to her. "This hospital Anna escaped from -- it got a name?" Sam asked her.
*(y/n)'s POV*
Dean was driving while Sam is speaking on his phone while I sit in the backseat and look over some information on my laptop. "Can I get a copy of the missing persons report? Great. Okay. Thanks." Sam said into the phone then he hangs up.
"Well, Anna Milton's definitely real." Sam said. "Don't mean the case is real. And this hospital's a three-day drive." Dean said and I raise my head up. "We've driven further for less, Dean." I tell him and he shakes his head. "You got something to say, say it." Sam said, annoyed. "Oh, I'm saying it -- this sucks." Dean stated.
"You're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip." Sam said. "Right. 'Cause as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family. Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I was downstairs, 'cause I come back, and -- and you're BFF with a demon?" Dean asked him. "I told you, Dean, she helped me go after Lilith." Sam said, defensively.
"Well, thanks for the thumbnail -- real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?" Dean asked and I furrow my brow at this. Little hypocritical there, Dean I thought and it seemed Sam had the same thought. "Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details." Sam yells and Dean stays quiet.
The rest of the ride had this tension in the air that was thick you could cut a knife with it. Sometimes, I wish these two would quit fighting, it is getting very tiresome.
"Of course I want to help however I can." the psychologist said after we arrive to the hospital and sit in his office. "Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?" Sam asked him. "Apparently, she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room." The Psychologist replied. "That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got 80 pounds on her." Dean said.
"We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door." The Psychologist said. "Right. Uh, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent." I said, questioning. "Two months ago, she was happy, well-adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends -- Bright future." He said.
"So, what happened -- she just...flipped?" Dean asked. "Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions." The Psychologist said. "What kind of delusions?" Sam asked. "She thought demons were everywhere." The Psychologist said and he gives a sketch book to Sam, where we see very weird drawings of random things.
"Interesting." I muttered. "It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real." The Psychologist said. "Well, that -- that's just batty." Dean said as Sam turns the pages and we see some meaningful sketches and the text Raising of the Witnesses and in the next page Samhain the next seal is broken. "That's Revelations." Dean pointed out after looking at the page.
"Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o'-lanterns?" the Psychologist asked, nodding at the drawings. "It's a, uh, it's a little-known translation." I said. "Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now." the Psychologist said and we nod.
Later, we make it to the Milton house and Dean knocks on the front door, but no one answers. "Maybe they're not home." Dean said and Sam looks over at the driveway. "Both cars in the driveway." He said and I go to open the door, only for it to open easily. I turn to the boys, giving them a confused look, then we enter the house.
"Mr. And Mrs. Milton?" Dean calls out as we walk in. "We're from the sheriff's department. We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions." Sam said but we stop in the living room. There is where the two dead bodies of Mr and Mrs Milton lie on the floor. Their throats had been cut.
"Damn." I muttered, horrified, as Sam checks some powder on the floor near the dead bodies. "Sulfur. The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl --" Sam said. "Yeah, they want her. They're not screwing around." Dean said and I walk around the room.
"All right, so, I'm Girl, Interrupted...." I said as I pick up some addressed envelopes. "...and I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut-box...Possibly using superpowers, by the way. Where do I go?" I asked, hypothetical, while Sam looks at family photographs and picks one up.
"Hey, either of you got those sketches from Anna's notebook?" Sam asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "Let me see 'em." Sam said and Dean hands the drawings to him. "Check this out." Sam said and he picks out a drawing of a stained-glass window. "She was drawing the window of her church." Dean said. "Over and over. If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?" Sam asked and we all share a knowing look.
That night, Dean parks the Impala is parked in front of the church where we see, through a window, two figures upstairs. We grab our guns, get out of the car and head to the church.
Minutes later, we enter the attic with our guns drawn. "Guys." Sam said and Dean and I turn to him and he points with his gun towards a person hiding. "Anna?" he calls out as we put away our guns. "We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help. My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean. And this my friend, (y/n)." Sam said and Anna slowly rises up from her hiding spot.
"Sam and (y/n)? Not Sam Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)?" She asked, curiously. "Uh, yeah." Sam and I said, feeling taken aback that she knows our names. "And you're Dean. The Dean?" Anna asked as she stands up and looks at Dean. "Well, yeah. The Dean, I guess." Dean said, shrugging. "It's really you. Oh, my God." Anna said, letting out a breathless laugh. "The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us. And some of them don't like you at all." She said then she looks at me and Sam.
"They talk about you two all the time lately. I feel like I know you two." She said. "So, you talk to angels?" I asked her. "Oh, no. No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of...overhear them." Anna corrects. "You overhear them?" asked Sam. "Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just...hear them in my head." She said.
"Like...right now?" Dean asked her. "Not right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them." she said. "So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just...tuning in to angel radio?" Dean asked her and she nods. "Yes. Thank you." Anna said.
"Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?" I asked her and she nods. "I can tell you exactly -- September 18th." She said and Dean's eyes widen in realization. "The day I got out of Hell." He said. "First words I heard, clear as a bell -- Dean Winchester is saved." Anna said then Dean turns to me and Sam.
"What do you guys think?" He asked. "It's above my pay grade, man." Sam jokes and I turn to Anna. "Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad. They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel." I said and she nods then thinks of something.
"Hey, um, do you know -- are my parents okay? I -- I didn't go home. I was afraid." she said when we hear hurried footsteps. We turn and see Ruby had enter into the attic in a rush. "You got the girl. Good, let's go." She said and Anna screams. "Her face!" She shouts and Sam holds out a hand to her. "It's okay. She's here to help." He assures Anna. "Yeah, don't be so sure." Dean grumbles.
"We have to hurry." Ruby said. "Why?" I asked her. "Because a demon's coming -- big-timer." She replied. "Well, that's pretty convenient -- showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?" Dean accuses. "I didn't bring him here. You did." Ruby said.
"What?" Dean asked. "He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go now." Ruby said just as I noticed a nearby statue bleeding from the eyes. "Uh, boys." I said as I pointed at the statue.
"It's too late. He's here." Ruby said, fearfully. Then Sam takes Anna by the arm and hides her in a closet. "Okay. Stay in there. Don't move." he tells her. "Okay." she said and Sam closes the door then takes out a flask of holy water. "No, Sam, you got to pull him right away." Ruby tells him and he looks over at her.
"Whoa, hold on a sec." Dean said. "Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going darkside. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die." Ruby said and Sam puts the flask away again.
*3rd Person POV*
Seconds later, the demon enters and Sam tries to exorcise him, but it doesn't work. "That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam." the demon said, smiling, then he throws Sam downstairs. (y/n) goes to raise her hand, trying to use her power but it doesn't do anything and the demon turns to her. "Pathetic girl." He growls and throws (y/n) aside and DeN attacks him with Ruby's knife, but the demon wins their fight.
"Hello again, Dean." the demon said while Ruby pulls Anna out of the closet, escaping. "Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot -- I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close...in Hell." The demon said and Dean now realized who this is. "Alastair." He said just as (y/n) stabs Alastair with Ruby's knife but barely missed his heart and essentially only hits his shoulder.
"You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, girl." Alastair said and Sam grabs Dean and the trio look at a large stained-glass window. As Alastair pulls out the knife, Sam, Dean and (y/n) jump through the window.
*(y/n)'s POV*
"Are you almost done?" Dean asked from the bathroom as I sew up a cut on Sam's left arm. We had sustained injuries after we jumped out of the window, Sam and I got some cuts and Dean had a dislocated shoulder.
"I'm going as fast as I can." I said to Dean as I finish up sewing. "Good, 'cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here." Dean said as he walks out of the bathroom then picks up a whiskey bottle and drinks from it. "Yeah. I'll pop it back when I'm finished." I tell him and I finished with Sam's wound then I turned to Dean.
"Gimme that." I said, pointing at the bottle. Dean hands it to me and I pour the whiskey over Sam's wound. Sam let's out a groan and I look up at him. "Sorry." I said to him, apologetically.
"So, you lost the magic knife, huh?" Dean asked. "Yeah, saving your ass." I said to him as I get up from my seat. "Who the hell was that demon?" Sam asked Dean. "No one good. We got to find Anna." Dean said. "Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's okay." Sam said and I go up to Dean.
"All right. Come on." I said to him and I place my hands on his shoulder. "On three. One..." I said and I force Dean's shoulder back into place. Dean clenches his teeth as he holds back a scream then he rotates his shoulder to make sure it was okay.
"You sure about Ruby? 'Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us." Dean said. "No, she took Anna to keep her safe." Sam said. "Yeah. Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?" Dean asked him. "Because that demon is probably watching us right now, waiting to follow us right back to Anna again. That's why he let us go." Sam replied.
"You call this letting us go?" Dean asked, angrily. "Yeah, I do. Look, killing us would've been no problem to that thing. That's why, for now, we just got to lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us." Sam said. "How's she gonna do that?" Dean asked and I sighed. "Will you two quit your bitching!" I yelled and they all look at me.
I let out another sigh then run my hand over my eyes. "Anyway, it does bring up a good point, Sam. Why do you trust her so much?" I asked him. "I told you guys." Sam said. "You got to do better than that. Hey, and I'm not trying to pick a fight here. I mean, I really want to understand. But I need to know more. I mean, I deserve to know more." Dean said and I nod in agreement. "I'm intrigued about all this too, Sam." I said and Sam sighs. "Because...she saved my life." he replied.
There Sam goes on about how Ruby acted like she was gonna kill him but she killed her demon partner then got Sam out. Then she told him how he still has his powers, it was just dormant, and they needed to reactivate it to take down Lilith. And she told him that she'd teach him. He also told us how he made her possess a non-living body instead of a living one.
"So? What'd she teach you?" I asked Sam. "Well, the first thing I learned...I'm a crappy student." Sam replied, with a bit of a smirk, and he continues the story.
He tells us how he tried to exorcise a demon but he couldn't which lead Ruby to kill the demon with her knife. They get into an argument...then they end up having sex.
"Sam?" Dean said as I rub my temples.
"Yeah?" Sam asked.
"Too much information." Dean said. "Hey, I told you I was coming clean." Sam said. "Yeah, but now I feel dirty." Dean said, disgusted. "Think of it as payback for walking in on you two." Sam said, pointing at us, and I sighed. "For the last time, Sam, we are sorry about that." I said and Sam chuckles. "Okay, well, uh, brain-stabbing imagery aside...So far, all you've told us about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad." Dean said.
"Yeah, well, there's more to the story." Sam said. "Just...skip the nudity, please." I said and Sam sighs again. "Pretty soon after...that, um...I put together some signs...Omens." Sam explained. "Saying what?" Dean asked. "Lilith was in town. And I wanted to strike her first." Sam said.
He talks about how he and Ruby argued about him to go after Lilith and he went ahead to go after her. He went to go kill her but she had already left behind the girl she possessed him and two demons ambush him.
He goes to fight them but he was overpowered until Ruby came in and helped him. She told him to take the girl and run as she fights the demon and Sam comes back and was able to exorcise the demon.
"Ruby came back for me. Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me...It's what you would've said. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here." Sam finished explaining just as we heard a knock on the door.
"Housekeeping." A female voice said. "Not now!" Dean yells. "Sir, I've got clean towels." The voice said and i stand up and open the door and the maid, a heavy-set black woman, enters.
"Couldn't you just leave 'em at the door?" Dean asked her then the maid closes the curtains then goes over to Sam and hands him a piece of paper. "I'm at this address." She said and Sam looks at her, confused. "I'm sorry. What?" He asked. "Go now. Go through the bathroom window, don't stop, don't take your car, don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot." She said and Sam's eyes widen.
"Ruby?" He asked, shocked. "Okay, yes, so I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute. Sue me." she said, annoyed. "What about --"
"Coma girl? Slowly rotting on the floor back at the cabin with Anna, so I've got to hurry back. See you when you get there. Go!" she tells us.
Minutes later, we come up to the barn and enter to see Ruby, now in her former body, and Anna standing there. "Glad you could make it." she said. "Yeah, thanks." Sam said and I turn to Anna. "Anna, are you okay?" I asked her. "Yeah. I think so. Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life." Anna replied, smiling.
"Yeah, I hear she does that." Dean said then he turns to Ruby. "I guess I...You know." he said and Ruby raises an eyebrow. "What?" she asked. "I guess I owe you for...Sam. And I just wanted...you know..." Dean struggles to say and I face-palm at this, shaking my head. "Don't strain yourself." she tells him. "Okay, then. Is the moment over?" Dean asked and Ruby nods. "Good, 'cause that was awkward." Dean said.
"Hey, Sam, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked." Anna asked Sam and we all give her a worried look. "Uh..." Sam said and Anna gives a scared look. "What?" she asked. "Anna, um...Your parents..." Sam said, trying to find the right words.
"What about them?" she asked. "Look, we're sorry." I said and Anna gasps. "No, they're not..." she said as tears build up in her eyes. "Anna, I'm sorry." Sam said and she begins to cry and double forward. "Why is this happening to me?" she asked, tearfully. "We don't know." I said as I place a hand on her shoulder, sympathetically.
Then she sits up, straight, a look of fear on her face. "They're coming." she said and Dean looks over at Sam. "Back room." he orders and Sam takes Anna to the back room, then comes back as Dean and I get our guns ready.
"Where's the knife?" Ruby asked. "Uh...about that..." Dean said and Ruby gives an exasperated look. "You're kidding." she said. "Hey, don't look at me." Dean said and he gestures at me. "Thanks a lot." I said to him and he smirks at me. "Great. Just peachy. Impeccable timing, guys, really." Ruby said, annoyed and angry.
The door rattles, violently, bursts open and Castiel and Uriel walk in. "Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day." Dean said to them. "Well, I can see that. You want to explain why you have that stain in the room?" Uriel asked as he nods at Ruby, who glares at him. Silence hung in the air as we waited for what the angels would do next until Castiel speaks up.
"We're here for Anna." Castiel said. "Here for her like...here for her?" Dean asked. "Stop talking. Give her to us." Uriel demanded. "First of all, rude. Second of all, are you gonna help her?" I asked them. "No, she has to die." Castiel replied.
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Is Little!Seb and Michael the same verse as Seb and Little!Mick? Maybe it just me but I love seeing little parallels between the two (Seb and Mick calling their caregiver mean and the caregiver agreeing)- it’s adorable!
Can I request some Mick getting overwhelmed and over tired at testing and Lewis calling Seb and Seb telling Mick stories when he was first on the grid (and Charles sneaking in for extra Mick comfort too??) please 🥺
OMG YES FINALLY SOMEONE HAS NOTICED.
lmao when i first uploaded that latest installment of Little Seb i think i put in the tags “theres an easter egg in this” and no one caught it until now! yay!
some Mick thoughts:
It’s a long boring day to be fair, there’s so much data, and so much change. The engineers and analysts are working their asses off and Mick tries his best to be helpful to think along, but there’s only so much data he can look at, so much graphs before he starts getting a headache, possibly amplified by the jetlag and Bahrein heat.
It’s George’s turn in the car so Lewis has time to notice, excuses himself and gently puts a hand on Mick’s shoulder, guiding him away from the computer screens and noise.
“What?” Mick sounds whinier than he probably means to as he allows himself to be led away.
“Thought you could use some quiet time.” Lewis says, both of his hands on Mick’s shoulders now, squeezing gently.
“I’m not dropping.” Mick says, blinking against the bright overhead lights.
“Hmm.” Lewis nods, not convinced. “Do you wanna go to my drivers room for a bit?”
Mick nods, almost immediately but makes no effort to start moving when Lewis starts to turn.
“You coming?” Lewis asks, trying to bite back his smile when Mick looks at him expectantly, and then holds out his hand.
Mick takes it and then they start moving.
Not dropping, my ass.
Lewis drops Mick’s hand when he’s sat him down on the couch, locking the door behind him. Mick’s hands come up to rub at his eyes, suddenly a bit shiny.
“Do they not need you out there?”
“They’ll be fine without us for a bit, darling.” Lewis soothes, crouching down in front of Mick.
“But will you get in trouble?” Mick asks, concerned.
Lewis chuckles lightly. “I won’t buddy.”
“What if you will?” Mick asks, voice trembling just a little. Blinking at Lewis with sad eyes.
Definitely time for a nap.
“I won’t, darling. I promise.” Lewis soothes, squeezing Mick’s knee. “Do I break my promises?”
“No,” Mick pouts. “But-”
“No buts.” Lewis says gently, before getting up. “Where’s your bag, poppet?”
Mick chews his bottom lip before pointing at the closed door.
“Alright,” Lewis says gently. “I think we might need Mini-Angie huh? We could both use a nap.”
Mick shakes his head, eyes wet again. “There’s no time!”
Lewis sighs just a little. “Sweetheart, there’s all the time. Uncle Lew says so, okay? Do you want me to go get her?”
“But Lew-”
“Do you wanna call Daddy?” Lewis asks, changing the subject and hopefully preventing a tantrum.
It shuts Mick up, not one to deny a conversation with Sebastian. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Lewis says quickly pressing Sebastian’s contact in his FaceTime recents and handing Mick the phone. “I’ll be right back,” he says as soon as he sees Sebastian’s answered, pressing a kiss to Mick’s head.
Locating Mick’s belongings is easy, the boy is usually neat and tidy and Lewis decides to quickly grab them a cold drink too, bumping into Charles when he’s jogging past the garage.
“Done for the day?” Lewis asks, slowing his pace.
“Somewhat,” Charles answers, easy smile on his face. It doesn’t hide the tiredness. “Might lay down for a bit.”
Lewis returns the smile. “I’ve got Mick over and about to go down for a sleep, if you want to join?”
There’s a soft flush that spreads over Charles’ cheeks, still. “Um,” he starts. “I guess? I’m gonna change real quick though if you don’t mind.”
“Join whenever.” Lewis says, starting to walk again. “You know the way.”
Slipping back into his room, Lewis doesn’t lock the door this time, pleased to see Mick curled up on the couch, shoes discarded, Sebastian’s voice coming through the speakers.
Lewis joins Mick on the couch, rummaging through his back before locating the plush he was looking for, handing it to Mick who takes it immediately, leaning into Lewis’ side.
“He’s taking good care of you, isn’t he buddy?” Sebastian sounds amused through the phone when Lewis feeds the straw of the drink into Mick’s mouth.
Mick nods, taking a good few sips before turning his face away dropping the straw.
“Well, he’s a good boy. Huh?” Lewis says, brushing Mick’s hair out of his face, settling more comfortably into the couch.
“Better boy than I ever was.” Sebastian agrees and Mick makes a noise of disapproval.
“Nuh uh!”
“Yuh uh!” Sebastian chuckles. “I was a pain in his arse, and he returned the favor when I misbehaved.”
Lewis laughs, looking up when there’s a quick knock. “Come in!”
Charles shuffles through the door, sheepish look on bis face. “Hi.”
“Look!” Mick says, turning the phone so Charles can see Sebastian too. “Look who’s here!”
“Oh I’m jealous!” Sebastian says when both boys tuck in to either side of Lewis. “Save some cuddles for me.”
“Shouldn’t have retired.” Lewis responds. “I’m taking all these cuddles for myself.”
“Or!” Charles says, “You should come to see the race.”
There’s a soft smile that appears on Sebastian’s face. “Maybe I will.”
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d-7; they make him a christmas card | ldh
➸ word count; 867 words
➸ dalgun; aged 11, kyungah; aged 6, sunhee; aged 2
nct masterlist | dadmas masterlist (lnks will be added later)
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Donghyuck absolutely loved anything and everything that his children made. With having three children all aged within elementary school and pre-school it was constant. The paintings, drawings, sewing projects, clay models, posters, easter cards, father’s day cards, halloween cards, and pictures made from stuck down seeds, stones or other random materials. Donghyuck cherished every single one of these art pieces, insisting to you that each child was a prodigy and was going to make it big as an artist one day. He kept everything in a box under the bed, treating them as keepsakes for the future and almost like reassurance that his children’s creative minds are alive and blossoming. So when this year, you wanted to have his Christmas presents be a bit more personal, you thought a card was a perfect place to start.
He was out of on schedules for a lot of the day, leaving you plenty of time to have the kids make three individual cards for Donghyuck. You practically bought all of the craft stores stock, barely any of your dining room table could be seen underneath.
‘Have you guys thought about what you’re going to draw on daddy’s card?’ you ask, hoping to pick their brains a little.
‘I-I’m going draw daddy, dancing as Santa,’ Sunhee chirps, grabbing a red crayon from the carton.
‘I’m sure he’ll love that,’ you chuckle, ‘what about you, Kyungah?’
‘I think I’ll do a snowman,’ she purses her lips, in thought, ‘I think I’ll use black card and the special pen.’
‘Good choice,’ you nod, ‘Dalgun?’
‘I’m not sure yet, still thinking..’
You do some work of your own while the kids craft, going through bills and finances and other things that needed organised.
’Sunhee!’ Kyungah suddenly exclaims, prompting your head to snap up.
There’s a patch of silver glitter across the table, from a tall pot. Sunhee looks mortified, quickly turning to look at you and gage your reaction.
‘It’s okay Sunhee, accidents happen,’ you give her shoulder a reassuring pat, ‘it can be cleaned up.’
You grab a dustpan, quickly sweeping up the glitter from the table and throwing it into the dustbin.
‘Do you want some help?’ you ask Sunhee, who’s card is covered in red, green and blue scribbles, and now specks of silver glitter.
‘I think I’m done,’ she examines her work.
‘Would you like mummy/mommy to write the message for you?’
‘Please,’ she nods, before deciding she’s well and truly finished with the task, hopping off her chair and running into the living room, where you can thankfully still see her as she plays.
You write down a message for Donghyuck, signing Sunhee’s name for her, since she hadn’t learned to write yet. Kyungah and Dalgun finish up their cards and write their own messages.
Donghyuck doesn’t arrive home until late, way past your daughter’s bedtimes, and a little past Dalgun’s.
‘Have the kids been okay today?’ he asks you as he finally gets into bed, sinking into the mattress with a deep sigh.
‘Yeah, we had a fun day,’ you grin, settling into his arms, ‘the kids made a surprise for you.’
‘Oh really?’
‘Yeah, give it to you tomorrow.’
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‘Dada!’
‘Hello my angel,’ Donghyuck lifts Sunhee into his arms, ‘good morning.’
‘Daddy, we have a surprise for you,’ Kyungah holds out the three envelopes, two with ‘Dad’ and ‘Daddy’ written in Dalgun and Kyungah’s handwriting, the other with ‘Dada’ written in yours.
‘Ah, what’s this?’ Donghyuck coos, ‘you three are so cute! Which one should I open first?’
‘Let’s go youngest to oldest,’ you suggest, preventing a possible argument from breaking out.
Donghyuck opens the envelope with ‘Dada’ written on, face breaking into a huge smile when he sees that Sunhee has made the card herself.
‘What’s this?’
‘Daddy dressed like Santa, on the stage.’
‘Oh, of course,’ Donghyuck smacks himself on the head as if he’s said something completely stupid, ‘I love it, you drew so well, Sunhee!’
‘Me next!’ Kyungah chimes in.
Donghyuck opens the next envelope, pulling out a drawing on black card of a Snowman in the snow, drawn with a special white pen that shows up on the black paper.
’Kyungah, you’re so great at drawing,’ Donghyuck praises, ‘it’s really neat!’
‘Thank you daddy,’ she says shyly.
‘Now,’ Donghyuck opens the card, ‘To Daddy, I hope we can have a fun Christmas together. I miss you. Love from Kyungah.. Ah, come here.’
He pulls his older daughter into a hug, ‘I miss you too, Kyungie. Thank you, I love my card.’
’Time for Dalgun,’ you say, Donghyuck quickly unsealing the envelope, and pulling out a card.
You feel a pull on your heartstrings when you realise Dalgun has drawn a family portrait, the five of you in front of a big Christmas tree.
‘Ah, Dalgun, I love it,’ Donghyuck looks genuinely incredibly moved, full of pride by what his children have made for him.
’To Dad, Merry Christmas, you’re the coolest. From Dalgunie. Ah thank you, son. The three- the four of you are amazing.’
‘Ok, family hug,’ you hold out your arms, the rest of the family joining in.
‘Right, let’s get these straight on the mantelpiece.’
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Snippet Sunday
getting a head start on my writing this morning. Tagging @monsterrae1 @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry @westernlarch @rosieposiepuddingnpie with no commitments—this is all just for fun.
Graphic by me. Because it’s Easter.
Title: Breaking Up in Furniture Mart, Chapter 2: Making Up
Fandom: 911
Pairing: Endgame Buddie, mentions of prior Buck/Natalia and Eddie/Marisol
Fic Summary:
Couch shopping leads Buck to a personal realization that has far-reaching consequences.
Or, the couch theory wins.
Tags/warnings: pining, oblivious Buck, couch theory wins.
When Eddie asks Buck while picking him up if he’s okay, Buck doesn’t want to talk about it, and Eddie drops the subject. Before Buck knows it, two weeks have passed, and he A) hasn’t told anyone he’s broken up with Natalia and B) still doesn’t have a couch. The first is because he’s somewhat embarrassed by how quickly the relationship fell apart. The second… well, he just can’t find anything he likes in the three times he’s gone by himself.
He’s also learned that he’s permabanned from Furniture Mart, which is stupid because he didn’t do anything wrong.
Whatever. It’s not like he was finding anything he liked there anyway.
After a long shift, they’re changing back into street clothes when he finally gives in and asks for help because something’s gotta give.
“Eddie, what are you doing today?”
Eddie pauses, turning to him with his shirt unbuttoned, not wearing an undershirt because of the summer heat. The barest hint of the scaring over his clavicle is enough for Buck to avert his eyes instead of staring, not wanting the reminder of how he almost lost Eddie to a sniper’s bullet. His best friend, of course, clocks the abrupt turn of Buck’s chin, a frown settling on Eddie’s handsome face. “Why? You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Buck insists.
“Okay… well, I’ve no plans other than getting a few chores done and picking Chris up from school.”
“So you’re free?”
Eddie stares at Buck, fingers paused on a button halfway up the shirt. He’d started at the top so Buck could now face Eddie directly without tasting blood on his tongue. It’s been years since the shooting, and Buck’s inability to get over it will not be unloaded on Eddie. Eddie’s been doing good the last six months or so, but it was rough there for a while, and Buck will never burden Eddie with his hangups about a scar on Eddie’s right shoulder, just below the collarbone.
“I’m free,” Eddie finally says, head tilted to the side as he studies Buck, making Buck squirm.
When Eddie looks at him like this, Buck never gets away with anything.
“Great. Want to go shopping with me?”
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