#IN THE NAME OF HELPING SOMEONE... ough

[kate-bot]

OKAY SO I've gotten two asks about my Noisette cosplay AND THANK YOU SM FOR THE KIND WORDS !!!!!!!! It was sm fun to make this cos, so I will gladly explain everything I did in hopes that it might help someone else!! also both anons please share your cosplays with me when theyre done i would love to see them....

I've tried to link everything where I can, where I got stuff etc... I only rarely cosplay (although I am thinking of going as the noise in May Comiccon) and this was my biggest ever project so!! It's very trial-and-error! But without further ado

KATES EXTENSIVE(ish) GUIDE TO COSPLAYING NOISETTE FROM THE HIT GAME PIZZA TOWER!!!!!!! (warning its kinda long)

THE HAT

Okay i’m gonna be real my mum helped me so much she basically did all the sewing for me. Sewing is the fucking bane of my existence I hate doing it so much so we planned it out together and she basically executed it. Props to her for that she’s so real… She also wrote down what she did!! So i’ll just paste and colour that in for you to read!!

“The black material (seen in the above image) was originally a beanie hat that was picked apart to use as a template…

This was game changing basically. We had experimented with making the hat from scratch but it was far too difficult and we were both too stupid so we just unstitched a pre-existing hat and stole the template. The hat we cut up was one we had lying around for years so i cannot tell you where to get one from, but any beanie that is stitched together will work i guess! So I would recommend finding a hat that fits you snugly and doing the same thing!

…and the wool fabric that was utilised gave the finished product was stiff enough to be structurally sound.

I just got this from my local fabric shop, I would recommend wool over something like felt because it’s super sturdy and I was pulling on my mask a LOT.

Once sewn together, I attached a stiff card facemask to the front to help provide some structure, and to locate where the eye holes should be cut.

I think this picture shows it pretty well, my mum was able to curve the shape of the fabric to fit a pre-existing mask- we got ours from Hobbycraft, just one of those stringed white template masks yknow. We cut off the string, made the eyeholes a little bigger and just stuck it straight on!! I should mention this was pretty much all done with a sewing machine as well!

After that, we made two ears from a paper pattern, stuffed them and put some wire inside to allow them to be positioned, before sewing them onto this headband, which was then sewn into the hat. The bottom of each ear was also stitched to the crown to give it some additional stability and to secure the headband correctly in position (having fitted it on the wearer).

Yeah it was actually less of a mask and more of a headband!! That was what gave it most of the support and meant the ears would stay up, I’m not sure how it would work without it!! The ears were the only part that I could actually help with LMAO i just freehanded a little template, stuffed it, and then put in some modelling wire to make them able to be posed :)

Then it was a lot of hand sewing, and glueing the eyeholes to the mask to create a cohesive look.

AND YEAH that’s pretty much all it was! I also attached some little felt eyelashes to add to it as well. Honestly I could never come up with a step-by-step guide for the process because it was such a trial and error thing (i’d made two test-hats before we even came up with the method) but it was so fun!!

I would 100% recommend if you want the ears to stay UP to stuff them AS MUCH AS U CAN and/or put wire in them!! :) I also made some cute little bows to clip into my wig in the same fabric to make it more cohesive!! I also put a bow (and a bunny tail heheh) on the back of the dress too!!

THE DRESS

Super simple! I just found one online (okay for some reason the link has been taken off of the website, but just look up "overall dress" on google shopping and you will 100% find something super cute)- I made sure to buy the dress first, and then take it to the fabric shop to try and colourmatch the mask fabric as best as I could. Then it was just buying some big ol buttons off eBay and sewing them on!! (I could actually do that bit by myself, I'm bad at sewing but im not THAT bad)

EVERYTHING ELSE

Cute patterned knee-high socks cuz shes cute like that. Leg warmers, I think I got them both off of Amazon... Converse I got from Depop and I had wanted to buy a pair anyway so I was super stoked to get them cheap!! I chose converse over a pair of high-heels or Mary Janes just for comfort reasons, I was walking around loads at the con so... Everything else apart from the shirt was from Amazon or just. Somewhere online(I have no idea where to get fancy white gloves LOL) and the shirt was from Depop as well! I liked how frilly it was, re: Noisette is cute like that!!

oh yeah and the wig. I hate wigs it was awful. I have no idea how to style them. underneath the hat was the most awful bowl cut ever I just. It wasn't my best moment. Dont ask me about wigs please .

Also I should mention I got this bag for the cosplay (which I now use all the time cuz its so cute) because i needed space to store shit and I wanted something on-brand with her cafe... this isnt the exact link I used but I just got it off of ebay :P

PROPS

Unfortunately I don't have a lot of WIP pictures of my props but they were pretty simple to make!! The coffee cup was literally just spraypainting over a reusable coffee cup and using POSCA pen to draw on the front! Fun fact the cup says "To Peppino" because originally my boyfriend was gonna go with me as Peppino before the Cruetly Squad brainrot got to him so. YEA

And the tip jar was also pretty simple, I just painted on the lid a plastic jar (can't be glass, not allowed at ComicCon) and cut out a bit of vinyl to work as the sign. The cobweb was just hot-glued 3D printer filament, and the spider was made with foam modelling clay (literally the best thing ever if you're making small models like that) and i stuck him to the lid of the jar with Kandi string so he'd bounce around :]

AND I THINK THATS IT!! i may as well post a pic of the full cosplay since I dont think many people would have made it this far.... But I think it turned out pretty cool!! I got recognised a few times as well which was amazing!! (cropped out my bf cuz idk if he wants his face on tumblr gfhhfg)

SO YEAH!!!! if anyone has any questions please let me know.. but GOOD LUCK IN UR COSPLAY MAKING FRIENDS!!!! :D

[daincrediblegg]

Season 3 is insane for Lamb. Like just imagine spending literally your entire day trying to rescue the one person you actually give a shit about from potentially mortal peril, kill a couple people for them, even. Only for you to fucking blow your whole relationship up yourself at a fucking gas station at 3 in the morning instead.

[bunnyboy-juice]

its so fun to me that literally everywhere i exist i am inevitably associated with Cuteness and Joy

[sugardollcurse]

IF YOU FEEL SO INCLINED....may i request some maaaajor pining angst with a happy ending? the reader is in the band & has obvious chem with one of the boys who is head over heels but the reader feels they have to rebuff him cause they don't wanna fuck up the band, especially so early on in their career. they say something about "in five years time, tell me again, we'll either be dead in the water or so famous it won't matter who we're dating" thinking that he'll forget about it and move on (even if this kills the reader internally) but HE DOESN'T FORGET!!! EVEN IF THE READER DOES/HE THINKS THE READER DOES!!!

i personally think paul is the one to put himself through the most hell but whichever bug of your choice :-3 could be fun with any of them !

𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 | paul mccartney x reader

𐙚 contains ; career anxiety

𐙚 summary ; you told him “in five years’ time, ask me again.” now it’s 1964. and paul never forgot.

𐙚 note ; UM YES i will be eating this one up thank u ♡ exactly what i live for ... def feels very paul.. ough..

Hamburg, 1959.

Cold, smoky, and loud.

The flat smells like beer and socks and the ghost of a dozen cigarettes, half-burned and stubbed out in stolen ashtrays. Music drifts in from somewhere down the corridor, someone with more fingers than talent hammering something and laughing at themselves between wrong chords.

There are too many people and not enough beds. Too many dreams and not enough walls to keep them from echoing.

Paul’s laughing again. You can’t help looking at him when he does.

His shirt collar’s open, damp with sweat from the stage and the beer and the chaos, hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes shine like they’ve never been hurt properly, not yet. Not really. Not in a way that changed him.

You’re across from him at the wobbly table that used to be a door, tuning your guitar by instinct. The flat’s too dim to see the pegs properly, but you don’t need to. You could do this in your sleep. Some nights, you do.

You’ve got that thing between you. That thing.

Tension like a taut string, like you’re both waiting to see who plucks it first.

He looks at you like you’re something celestial, but he’s nine pints in and full of sugar and stupid optimism and he’ll probably fall in love ten more times before the band goes anywhere.

Paul rests his elbow on the table, leans in. His beer sloshes slightly but he doesn’t care. He says your name slow, like it just occurred to him how good it feels in his mouth. Like it’s a new word he’s trying to get used to.

You glance at him.

His pupils are blown, cheeks flushed. He’s looking at you like you’re a chord progression he just figured out. And you know what’s coming. You’ve seen it building for weeks, months, every time he slung an arm around your shoulders after a gig, every time he passed you a pick with a wink, every time he called you “love’” in that half-mocking, half-hopeful voice he uses when he wants something but isn’t sure he’s allowed to want it yet.

And for a second, just a second, you think about kissing him.

Just to get it over with. Just to say you did.

But then your fingers move. G string. A half-turn.

And you say, “Don’t.”

Paul freezes. “What?”

You take a breath. “Don’t go sweet on me, McCartney.”

He frowns, but there’s a smile beneath it. “What makes you think I’m going sweet?”

You shrug one shoulder. “You’ve got that look again.”

“What look?”

“That one. Like I just said something poetic and you’re gonna put it in a song.”

Paul laughs. It’s startled, a little defensive. “You’re full of yourself.”

“Mm,” you say, nudging the B string. “And you’re drunk.”

“Not that drunk.”

“Nine pints, Paul.”

He grins. “But you counted.”

“I was worried about your liver.”

He leans further in, all charm and mischief and barely-contained interest. “You like me worried.”

“You like me careful.”

Paul tilts his head. “That’s not true.”

You nod, still tuning. “It is. You like that I say no sometimes.”

He huffs. “What makes you think I’m askin’?”

“You’re not,” you agree. “But you will.”

That knocks something sideways in him. You see it, just a flicker behind the eyes. He’s quiet for a moment. The music down the hall goes sharp, someone yelling, laughter peeling over it.

Then, softly, “You don’t think we’d be good?”

You pause. Let that sit.

“I think we’d be great,” you say, looking up at last. “And I think it’d be a disaster.”

His face doesn’t fall exactly. It just stills. Like someone hit pause.

“You think it’d ruin the band.”

You don’t answer that. He already knows.

Instead, you look at him properly now, take him in. The open shirt, the shine of sweat on his collarbone, the way he’s still holding his beer like he forgot it was there. His fingers are smudged with ink from earlier, from a lyric you know he started for you and won’t admit.

You say, “In five years, if we’re still alive. If we’ve made it. If it wouldn’t be the death of the band... ask me again.”

Paul doesn’t move.

He’s watching you like you just said something sacred.

Then he says, “Alright.”

And you think he’ll forget.

You hope he’ll forget.

⸻

He doesn’t.

He never even tries to.

1960. He doesn’t say anything when you’re both stranded in that rehearsal room at midnight, but he watches you for so long it becomes unbearable.

1961. He doesn’t mention it when he sees you get chatted up by someone in Liverpool, but he frowns into his drink and doesn’t laugh for the rest of the night.

1962. He gets close. There’s a party, and you’re both tipsy, and you’re smiling in that sleepy way you do when you trust someone completely. Paul touches your wrist and whispers your name like he might say it, but he doesn’t.

You think he’s over it. That maybe he’s just sweet and kind to everyone and you were never that special. That he never really meant it. You bury the thought.

But Paul’s never been one to un-mean something.

⸻

1963. The band is big now.

You’re on TV, in papers, on billboards. You’re a Beatle, even if that title makes you want to laugh a little when you’re brushing your teeth in a too-small hotel mirror.

And Paul,

God, Paul is still looking at you like you hung the moon.

You’ve tried to convince yourself it’s just who he is. He flirts. He glows. He gives smiles to strangers that feel like they’re meant for lovers.

But he never gives them all of it. Not like he does with you.

And it’s worse now. Because you’ve both grown up. You’ve seen each other sweat and cry and argue and shine. You’ve written lyrics together in silence and in joy and in grief. You’ve shared stages, cigarettes, headaches, hotel beds. It’s different now.

Five years. Five years.

⸻

1964.

You’ve stopped counting. The miles. The cities. The hours of sleep lost to train whistles and green room walls and dressing rooms that all smell like damp velvet and lemon-scented hairspray.

You’ve stopped counting the interviews and the screaming and the headlines that keep spelling your name wrong. Stopped counting the way your hands shake a little less every time you step on stage, and the way they shake more every time he looks at you like that.

But he hasn’t stopped.

He never did.

You’re backstage at the Ed Sullivan Show. Of all places. The walls hum with a kind of panic joy, every corridor thick with crew and noise and that strange, metallic smell of old wires and newer nerves. The lads are scattered. John muttering about some joke no one gets, George quietly fixing his collar in a mirror with a shake of the head, Ringo tapping out an anxious beat on the arm of a couch.

You’re pacing.

Not far. Just back and forth near the corridor where it’s marginally quieter. The lights are bright even here, everything overexposed and unreal. You tug at your sleeves, breathing shallow.

You almost don’t hear him come up behind you.

“You alright?”

You turn. It’s Paul.

He’s in his suit, hair too neat from the makeup girl’s last attack, but his eyes are warm. Grounding. Your little constant in the chaos. The one thing you can always look for when the world tips sideways.

“Yeah,” you say, voice lighter than you feel. “Just jitters.”

He nods, like he gets it. And he does, that’s the problem. He always has.

But he doesn’t leave.

He stands there, hands in his pockets, rocking a little on his heels like he’s trying to stay casual. He’s not looking at you, not directly. Just somewhere near your shoulder. You wait.

There’s a pause. Then:

“Y’know what day it is?” he asks.

You frown. “Sunday?”

Paul huffs out a little laugh, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“No,” he says, softer now. “It’s been five years.”

You freeze.

Your stomach swoops like a chord dropped off-key. For a second you think you’ve misheard him. That you’re hallucinating from adrenaline and nerves and too little food and too much history.

Your throat goes dry. “What?”

He shifts a little closer. Still not quite touching, but his presence is louder now. More there.

“Five years ago, in Hamburg. You said if we were still here… if the band made it, I should ask you again.”

You stare at him.

That memory had gone hard in your chest like amber. Like something fossilized on purpose. Wrapped up in smoke and sleeplessness and beer-stained guitar strings and that look on his face when he’d leaned in, all glowing and soft and twenty.

“You remembered that?”

He shrugs. But his voice is thick. “Never forgot it.”

You laugh. but it’s not really a laugh. More like a shake of disbelief.

“Paul-” you start, and stop.

Because what can you say?

You’re on the edge of a moment you didn’t let yourself believe would come. And now that it’s here, it’s like you’re scared of shattering it just by breathing too hard.

He takes a breath of his own. Shuffles forward a fraction.

“I know you thought I would. Forget,” he says. “But I’ve always meant it, really.”

He’s got that look again. The one you swore you wouldn’t fall for. The one that’s full of all the things he never learned to say out loud. The one that used to knock you off balance in grimy flats and now just twists in your gut like homesickness.

You don’t say anything.

So he continues, quieter. “I never wanted to risk the band, either. But it’s me, alright? It’s always been me. I’ve loved you since you threw a pint at Stuart for calling me pretty.”

Your mouth twitches, despite everything. “He was being annoying.”

Paul grins, quick and fond and stupidly bright. “He was. But you missed. Hit George instead.”

“George had it coming.”

Paul snorts, and for a second everything is easy again. Everything is just you and him and the space in between, the unspoken blooming like jasmine in the dark.

You look at him then.

Really look.

The curve of his mouth. The soft dark at his lashes. The tension in his shoulders, the way he’s not sure how close he’s allowed to get.

You’d know this face blind. You’ve mapped every twitch of it over years, onstage, offstage, in hotel rooms and under stage lights and across late-night buses when everyone else was asleep and he was still humming into the dark.

Your voice cracks. “I didn’t forget either.”

Something shifts in his gaze.

You say, “I just didn’t think it’d ever be safe to remember.”

Paul’s eyes snap to yours. Something shifts behind them, like the earth moved and he felt it in his ribs.

And that’s when he pulls you in.

No performance. No big declarations. Just quiet, warm arms around your shoulders, his face tucked close to yours, breath fanning your cheek. He smells like powder and cologne and the edge of nerves, and you melt into it like you were waiting.

His chest is solid against yours. Heartbeat steady.

He holds you like someone who’s been dreaming about doing this for years.

You stay there.

Longer than you should, maybe, but no one calls you out. The noise of the set is far away now. All that matters is his hand on your back.

Then a voice echoes down the corridor, panicked, urgent.

“We’re on in five!”

Paul pulls back, just enough to look at you. His eyes are warm, but his voice goes soft, almost teasing.

“Can I kiss you now, or should we wait another five years?”

You don’t answer.

You just kiss him.

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[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Oh noooo they're smol...

I realized I don't know if I'm gonna finish this or not so I wanted to post it as is, but there is lore about the octonauts as kids lol

Anyways I turned em all into like 5 year olds lol, and made Inkling a 20 something yr old XD

Lil headcanons 4 the lil guys

Barnacles was a very shy lil guy when he was young. Took alot longer than his sister to stop hiding behind his mama and to start exploring without their mom. Bianca absolutely helped (forced him) with it tho <3 (Bianca absolutely wanted to do a billion things and she COULSNT IF HE WAS GONNA STAY BEHIND so she "lovingly" made him go with her) Hes wearing Iniut traditional clothing from his grandmother here <3 i have some exploration doodles of Barnacles parents somewhere, that ill post later. Barnacles real name is Atiqtalaaq and grew up with Inuktitut and Russian before he learned English.

He also grew up in the DEEP ARCTIC so he didn't really experience as many outer influences when he was younger other than random 80s workout videos and movies...So he uh.. may have decided to choose a random English name to by when he went to university in Manitoba... and he thought Arbuckle sounded like a nice English name.. somewhere along the line he sorta messed up and was misunderstood and well...

Barnacles ended up being his name as fair as anyone was aware. No one really mentioned that it was odd and he didn't even know it was a name of an...arthropod for years. But hey! Kwazii said it would be very cool by pirate standards AND everything thinks the name sounds strong and he kinda likes that, not to mention has grown used to it. I'm not gonna lie I wasn't expecting all this lore but oh well.

Anyways I like the idea that Tweak was just an angry sassy little baby. Extreme rule following and very very direct. She absolutely firmly grabbed adults by the hand, stomped over to whatever the problem was, and demanded them to fix it "cuz thats what they're SUPPOSED to do". I think she also was very strict about the order things had to be done and how you HAD to do things. Autism baby <3 she definitely stomped ALOOOOT to get her points across 😭😭😭 she also had the most intense little justice system ever about fairness. I just love Tweak so much yall

Lil Dashi<3 ough lil puppy 🥺 i think she always looked really peaceful and cute, and then you'd look away for 2 seconds and she probably ate a rock or something and was also covered in mud. Like you wouldn't even have any idea HOW that happened but it did. Also very much a wanderer. Just would absolutely walk up to strangers and listen to their conversations and stare at people. Probably talked with all the venomous bugs and whatever Australia had to offer. Probably tried to POKE all the venomous/poisonous bugs and whatever Australia had to offer...

Lil peso... tiny.. fluffy... pretty much mute as a little kid, only really talked to his mom despite having an older brother and father. Hed spend hours just looking at picture books and pointing to ask for yet another snack. All his relatives pinched his cheeks alot cuz they found him so cute and he'd just squawk and hide 😩 if he liked someone he'd definitely try and bring them food, beads, and candies lol. He also liked knowing that because he didn't say anything he could listen to everyone's drama. Like literally just listened to everyone's drama and told his mama EVERYTHINNNNNGGG. 😭😭😭

Lil shellie<3 he followed his big sis around everywhere like a duck. Whenever he talked it was mostly just asking a billion questions about fish and rocks and he didn't really care about talking about literally ANYTHING else. He kinda just zoned out and didn't pay attention whenever people talked about other things. The only way they could get him to do schoolwork when he was young was if they made it rock or fish or crab or whatever related somehow. He did LOVE hearing stories about his parents traveling all over the world as a young lad though. He was always just kinda unaware tho and that did make his folks a bit concerned but other than the urchin allergy he??? Seemed fine??? Also Pearl dressed him up in little outfits which as long as they didn't have scratchy materials he didn't mind at all lol.

lil Kwazii<3 tiny kitten, huge ginormous ungodly large eyes... when I tell you this lil guy was EVERYWHERE- kittens sorta have a stage where they climb better than they can run lowkey and like... hes get into small spaces, tall places, hard to reach places, HOW DID YOU EVEN REALIZE THAT WAS A PLACE THAT YOU COULD GO PLACES, on top of EVERYONES HEADS places- hed talk really fast and no one could understand him most of the time but his Grandad who had a way of getting Kwazii to slow down 🥺↕️🤌he also stole and was snuck alot of candies lol. He was.. a very curious kitten, which is always a good sign that they feel safe but he was absolutely a handful 😩🥺😭

anyways this is just a self indulgent thing ans I feel like the vegimals would be very confused and feel very shocked about seeing their own dad... and ALL the octonauts (other than the Professor cuz we need ONE ADULT) being younger than them... 🥺

Its a good think Inklings got those extra arms tho hes gonna need them to wrangle all of them 😭😭😭😭

I dont think Inklings heart can TAKE his kids being ACTUALLY LITTLE KIDS now-

Good thing The professor has like 9 hearts,that should be enough for everyone XD

[cloversnstrawberries]

older brother!platonic yandere!80s slasher & gn!reader w/ dyed hair [headcanons] ! !

intro post | masterlist

additional notes; i'm actually re-dying my hair as i write this, so i think that proves that i'm totally not biased and absolutely not writing this because i yearn for an older brother who'd be willing to do my roots for me so i don't look like i have a big bald spot on the back of my head. because i have blonde hair and it's a very stark contrast to the bright pink. ough. not very yandere in this, but i needed this as a balm to my soul.

warnings; mentions of murder, violence, and killings; zachary's inherent clinginess, slight possessiveness, soft(er) yandere, overprotective behavior, and if there's any more I missed, please let me know!! this is pretty fluffy, actually.

w/c; 1.4k

The first (and only time) you dyed your hair without his help, it was an utter mess. I'm talking hands stained with the dye, if you bleached your hair then the towel was wrecked.

If you lived in a rented property rather than a house owned by your parents; well, lets just say you would've kissed your sweet, sweet deposit goodbye, what the mess you made in your wake.

Whether you bleached it or had hair light enough to just slap the dye on top, did natural or unnatural colors, the result was still the same regardless.

The bathroom was a mess, and he came home from football practice to find you with a plastic Kroger bag over your head; on your hands and knees, trying to scrub the leftover dye from the linoleum tile floor of your shared bathroom. You were in distress over it, if not in tears. Afraid you'd ruined the counter/floor.

You didn't go in blind, per se-- but you only had tips given to you by the few alternative kids, and from the sweet gas station cashier who dyes her hair to cover the fact its graying-- to go off of.

There was both a fear of having decimated your bathroom permanently, and a nagging feeling that you might've goofed up the actual process; damaging your hair indefinitely.

Whether it was the work of a miracle, or just plain old luck-- you didn't damage your hair too much, if it all. You'd missed a couple spots, namely on the back of your head, but other than that you did a pretty damn good job.

The bathroom, however...

When Zachary came home, he immediately started looking for you. Usually you were on the couch, watching TV-- or in the dining room, doing homework. You weren't in either of those spots, and you weren't in your bedroom either.

He knew it was stupid to worry about this-- But the reason behind his anxiety at not finding you immediately wasn't because "oh, what if something happened to them? what if they messed with the wrong kids and got jumped, or they went missing?" (both were unlikely in a town like yours, but not entirely impossible).

No, he was afraid that you'd committed the grave sin of hanging out with someone other than him-- and without his knowledge, to boot. Zachary didn't think you were the type to 'go behind his back' like this, but the fear was still there.

So you can probably imagine the absolute relief he felt when he found you in the bathroom-- but his sigh soon turned to wheezing laughs when he got a look of your sorry state.'

He's still your brother, after all. Siblings were basically made to laugh at each other in situations like these.

Normally, you wouldn't take it too harshly-- but this time around, you couldn't quite handle it. The fear of messing up your hair due to your inexperience, and the idea that your bathroom would forever be stained with your semi-spur-of-the-moment decision...

Well, he was quick to change his tune when you looked about ready to cry-- or started crying harder, if you already were. He stopped laughing, and immediately crouched down beside you, offering some reassurance.

Before heading off to the storage closet out in the hall, grabbing some cleaning stuff and a rag-- you were just trying to use water, which wasn't doing nothing, but that was mostly in part with how hard you'd been scrubbing. The dye wasn't going anywhere with that method.

You two spent about 20 minutes cleaning the bathroom up. By then, the timer you were using to make sure you didn't overdo the dye-time (that you totally didn't nab from the kitchen, but thankfully it'd been one of the few items spared from the wrath of your messy dye job) had already gone off.

Zachary noticed how uneasy you looked, afraid you'd messed up your hair for good. Again, he reassured you, before saying he'd help with the rest of the process.

Your hands were already beyond saving-- but he had enough foresight to go get some latex gloves from the hall closet before coming back to help you.

Then, for the next ten or so minutes, you kneeled beside the bathtub, head bowed over directly under the faucet-- the water was freezing cold, the nice punk girl, Melanie, told you that helped keep the color longer-- so you were taking little breaks when your scalp started hurting from how cold it was.

Eventually, after you were pretty sure he'd gotten all of the extra dye out-- the gloves having gone from clear to almost opaque with your new hair color--, he helped you up and wrapped an old beach towel around your head.

You sat on the lid of the toilet as he took over the duty of cleaning the tub-- telling you to just chill out for a while. once he was done with that, he brought you into his room and you two played on his Atari while your hair dried.

After that whole incident, Zachary borderline threatened you to come to him next time you wanted to dye your hair or anything of the like. Mostly because he didn't like seeing how scared and upset you were when you thought you messed it up :(

Weirdly enough, he'd rather you be mad at him if he messed up-- then see you be mad with yourself for messing it up. Besides, you'd probably forgive him in less then a day.

...Mostly because he's the one who drives you places outside of town, and has the membership card for your local video rental store. You never got one of your own, because he just always let you use his.

Can't really do that if you're giving him the cold shoulder, yeah?

But other than that, he's pretty good with keeping up with it all. It must've been a bit of a funny sight for the old ladies at the local hair shoppes, seeing a boy like Zachary coming in and asking the staff for tips on dying hair. Products to use, what to avoid, how to keep it from transferring-- etc etc.

After the first time, you never spent your own money on the stuff. It was always Zachary who was buying it; you tried getting him to stop that, feeling bad about spending his money on something that was solely for your benefit--

He gave you a withering look that made you immediately shut up and drop the topic, never to pick it up again. In your mind, he was too selfless-- you didn't want to feel like you were using him or anything.

But actually, he was sort of doing it for his own benefit. It let him spend more time with you-- not like he didn't already do that, but it was another sort of bonding activity that could be added to the list of 'our things'. You've never tried to dye your hair alone after the first time, because you knew it'd upset him.

Once he claimed something as an 'our thing', then there was no way to pry it from his grasp-- it'd be cemented in his mind that it was only something you could do with him present or actively participating.

It was just one of those quirks you have to get used to. In this situation, you weren't complaining that much about it, actually. He was very helpful, and it was nice to just be able to sit and do whatever while he did most of the work.

Whether or not you keep with the same color, or change it every week-- he'll help you no matter what, and won't question it. You wanna keep your hair honey brown for 3 consecutive years? cool! you wanna dye your hair different bright, in your face colors every other week? also cool!

He's not one to rag on you about self-expression, however-- if you did choose an unnatural color, you're bound to get stared or gawked at because of it. You were expecting it, and so was Zachary.

That's why he made sure to sharpen his fire hatchet and hunting knife, obviously. There was an uptick in Fools Killer victims after you dyed your hair-- completely unbeknownst to you, Zachary was using your out-of-the-ordinary appearance and the subsequent stares to 'sort out the bad ones',

To find victims who otherwise would've 'hidden their negative intentions towards you'.

[artistredfox]

i can't stop thinking about ford in the amnesiac shifter stan scenario like. he wiped out his brother's ability to Be Human. stan is counting on ford to teach him again and that's so much trust that ford doesn't think he deserves, plus ford feels like he barely knows how to be human himself anymore after spending 30 years in the multiverse and all his life before that being alienated by his peers. surely stan could choose a new, better person to model himself after (stan would never have anyone else).

the relief when he looks at stan and finally sees stan's face instead of his own, when he finally hears stan's voice say some dumb shit again, when stan finally starts doing his own little things instead of blindly copying whatever ford does.

ford thinkin about their childhood and having certain things about stan make more sense with what he's learned now

just!! this is a process of learning for ford too!! they are learning together!! ough i love them

One day, Ford comes downstairs to find Stan making breakfast.

"Good morning, Stan. What are you making?" He asks, retrieving a mug from the cabinet.

"Stancakes." Is his brother’s gruff reply.

Ford has to set his mug down on the counter and remind himself how to breathe.

Also, long drabble from Ford's perspective. For funsies :)

Ford had never felt quite as lost as he did now. Not physically lost, mind you. He knew exactly where he was.

618 Gopher Road, Gravity Falls, Oregon, US, Earth, Dimension 46'/.

Technically, he was home. He knew that. The house he designed woth his twin, back when they were little kids playing with lincoln logs. The house he had built as soon as he graduated from college. The one he lived in for six years.

(Was it really only six years? Somehow, he thought it was longer.)

Knowing that this shack should be his home didn't make it feel any safer. Nowhere he'd been in thirty years had ever felt safe.

Nowhere he'd been in thirty years had ever felt like home.

Even after his twin had brought him back here, he'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the bear trap to snap shut arount his ankle. (The fact the apocolypse had actually happened had been, oddly enough, a relief.)

But now, standing behind the armchair that was his brother's favorite seat, he felt more lost than ever.

The man who sat in the chair was, objectively, his twin. He responded to the name Stanley. He was wearing Stan's clothes. He looked like Ford's identical twin.

But some of the details were off. Instead of Stan's usual guarded expression, the man's eyes were wide and guileless. Instead of Stan's perpetual frown, his mouth was slightly upturned in a faint smile. Instead of the long silver hair Stan'd sported when Ford returned, his hair was short and dark.

Instead of Stan's tendency to talk and talk and talk until he went hoarse, the man sat quietly, speaking only short sentences.

He wasn't quite Stan, anymore, and it was all Ford's fault.

The man that used to be his brother looked up at him, and smiled, humming curiously.

And despite that, even though Ford was the cause of this new, nebulous existence, Stan still cared about him.

Ford smiled back, swallowing the guilt building in his throat.

He wasn't sure what good he'd done to deserve Stan, but Stan certainly hadn't done anything bad enough to deserve being stuck with Ford.

Stan needed someone to help remind him who he was. To help remind him how to be human.

Anyone could do the former. Ford shouldn't be trusted to do the latter.

Ford had never been a good example of your average person, and he doubted that had changed in thirty years. Hell, it had probably gotten worse.

He'd not been one for socializing, even when he was still in this dimension. And outside of it. . .

Well. Talking to strangers when half the multiverse is hounding your heels is a surefire way to get yourself killed.

But despite all that, despite everything.

Stan trusted Ford to be the one to help him.

Ford refused to let his brother down again.

[noodledrawsandstuff]

(Tag dump/long post warning) Appreciation Post !!! Big ups to my gang

Felt like being nice today >:) This year hasn't been all that good to me, but these wonderful people have been a great help! (Even if I don't talk to/interact much with some of them) They're all sweethearts and if you like me for whatever reason then you should follow them if you don't already! (Sorry if I get repetitive but hehe + sorry if I forget someone... there's a shit load to go through here, I might need two posts-)

Of course I have to start with my all my fellas: cotton_candylover (watch-through buddy!), @barakidpirates (helped make my strawpage!) and purple_rainfrog (my co-writer in the dark ages...), you lot are great and I love watching through anime and being little shithead weirdos with you :3 why don't you have tumblr 😠 I'm going to skin you

@drago-is-me You are my lil guy and I want to grab and throttle you, also I love your art I want to kiss you platonically and then fight you to the death

@fortheloveofkiller I love your art sm!!!! You are greatness, and I will always respect a fellow Killer lover

@wyvernslovecake Shriek is my daughter and I love her dearly, you're very silly and I love you for it, also your writing is 👌

@perhapsrampancy Lovely friend of the worm (FOTW!!!) I want to give you a nice hug and a head pat and a big platonic kiss :3

@lxshoxk Your op bulls are yummy yummy and you are magnificent, you deserve all the best things you could want (and you're a FOTW for bonus points)

@d-angel00 Good FOTW and a very talented artist!! I adore you sm I wanna give you the biggest hug I can muster

@schwazombie Another lovely FOTW I adore you ty for the beautiful Killer on my straw page I love him

@baby-xemnas Peak lawbepo/luzo/kidkiller, incredible artist I want to kiss your art mwah it gives me life

@mekachu04 Incredible amazing showstopping artist, and a FOTW!!!

@shipshinablog Your art is absolutely delicious, I adore how you draw Heat and Wire they are just so beautiful I want to kiss them

@thamaris Another incredible artist!!! I adore your art, especially your gorgeous Wire he is yum

@a-killer-obsession Another one!!!!!!! Your art is adorable and your fics are just ough 5-star meals + fellow Killer enjoyer >:)

@nethhiri I adore your art/fics too ough I wanna devour it!!! (I'm repeating myself a lot but trust me I mean it! You're wonderful and very talented!!!)

@don-mellow Hehehe your art is scrumptious I love your big juicy muscular big titty men especially your Wire he is so fine

@magnuspirate I absolutely adore your art, your Heat is magnificent ty for showing him the love he deserves, plus your designs for the crew are so peak ough *eats* (ty for grey haired Wire I want to kiss him he's so pretty)

@toonsparks Your art is so fun and cute and ough I love it sm I need it more than oxygen bc its just so mmm it makes me joyous

@gratefulcheeses Your art makes me so feral, the way you draw my favourite beautiful boys is so ough delicious I will devour it

@moedesparta Another incredible artist, your art is so scrumptious I want it injected into my veins

@lfypj Your art is so fucking good oml I am in love with how you draw Kid and Killer they look so damn fine

@swampstew-stories (I cant tag your main lol-) I am feral for your writing ough it is just immaculate (personal shoutout to the Kid OnlyFans AU and Killer Tiktok AU they both give me life in very different ways)

@misaneeragoni FOTW!!! Your art is wonderful it makes me all giddy, also you are wonderful too!

Alright I think that's it.... unless I make a part 2 then it isn't- Either way, ty for sticking around if you got this far! You're a real trooper (insert name here.) Go follow the people above they're all wonderful and they deserve the world! All their art and fics and beautifulness has helped me at a time where I felt like the water in the Thames, this post doesn't even begin to describe how much I appreciate them and love what they do but I hope its at least something!

[sunkissedchld]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

the piles go from left to right. therefore, pile one has the silver airpods, pile two is the pink cord phone, and so on and so forth.

take your time to use your intuition to choose the pile that will best resonate with you. lastly, please don't be afraid to say if the message resonated or not; it helps me in determining if my interpretations are correct or not, and i appreciate any sort of feedback - even if it's "bad".

this PAC is a collab with @icanseethefuture333, so be sure to check out their post also!

good luck to you, reader 🌷

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈

Signs:

"i don't forgive you", harboring anger towards someone, heavy fire (aries, leo, sagittarius) in birth chart, red, passion, danger, hera, broken marriages/family, non-committal, metatron, spiritual power, turtles, tigers, turkeys. broken headphones, "you're not listening"

Shufflemancy:

"Montero (Call Me By Your Name)" by Lil Nas X

"Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen

"Blow Us All Away" from Hamilton the Musical

"Intro" by J. Cole

"Angels We Have Heard on High" by Pentatonix

"Sorry, I Love You" by Stray Kids

Cards:

Four of Cups, Knight of Cups (Rx), Six of Swords (Rx), Two of Wands, Five of Wands, Seven of Coins, The Fool (Rx), Turtle (Rx), Tiger, Turkey

Reading:

For those who chose pile one, one lesson you will encounter will be in regards to you seemingly sitting on the sidelines in life. At one point, you may feel disconnected and apathetic about life; you may think, "what's the point of doing what I'm doing if I'm not seeing any results for it." There will be times when people will try to help you enjoy life more instead of being moody and unhappy with what you're doing, but J. Cole says it best when he asks, "do you wanna be happy?". Someone might literally ask you that (or people have done so in the past), and you often say "no" without saying no by not taking action to be happy. 

Those who chose this pile may have a lot of unresolved emotional baggage they refuse to acknowledge, but your lesson will be in recognizing that baggage and unloading it. You may have been resisting a transition period in your life for as long as possible, and in 2024 that won't be allowed anymore. Saying "no" to happiness will not be an option; you will be thrown into tackling your anger, former traumas, apathy about life, etc. head on. The only real thing you can decide at this point is whether or not you're going to plan for it now that you know it's coming or allow life to take you through it however ough that may be. 

You will be pushed to be competitive about what it is you want. There may be a lot of conflict, and you may even feel jealous of others at one point; you may think, "why is it that my growth and transition is so much harder compared to everyone else's?". There may even be a point during the year where you feel as if you're guides or the universe or whoever/whatever you believe in isn't listening to you, but the truth is everyone experiences growing pains, and you have to figure out how to persevere and get over your fears the same way everyone else does. As stated before, refusing to grow and transition is not an option, but your attitude as you experience it is a choice you make; you can make it easier or harder on yourself by having an open mind. 

This year, you will be going from being a turtle to a tiger. You will no longer be allowed to take your time in regards to things in your life that are keeping you from growing into someone who is healthier and happier: mentally, physically, emotionally, and everywhere else. You will be stepping into your own power and your attitude will determine if you step into it gracefully or not. Overall, your lesson will be in learning how to free yourself from your own chains.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈

Signs:

"be free", the sun, heavy fixed sign energy, ceres, gemini, pluto, neptune, feeling disconnected from venus placement, having trouble speaking, 111, manifestations, "coming in", "i'm walking", "be realistic", mercedes, goose/geese

Shufflemancy:

“Love Like Woe” by The Ready Set

“One Step At a Time” by Jordin Sparks

“Are You That Somebody” by Aaliyah

“This World” by Ateez

“Can You Stand the Rain” by New Edition

“What Comes Next?” from Hamilton the Musical

Cards:

Eight of Coins (Rx), King of Swords (Rx), Five of Wands (Rx), The Hanged Man, King of Coins, Seven of Coins, The Sun, Fixed, Ceres, Sagittarius (Rx), 111, Mercury (Rx), Venus (Rx), Neptune, Pluto

Reading:

If you chose this pile, your lesson for the year deals with your self-worth and self-determination. “One Step At a Time” by Jordin Sparks seems to fit your energy best for this next year. It seems some of this energy may be lingering from last year also, but during 2024 you may feel as if you’re doing a lot of work but receiving no benefits from it. Eventually, this lack of success and recognition could wear on you, and you could wonder if what all you’re doing is even worth it. With your work, it could seem as if you do so much, but it’s just not quite enough to other people - even if you’re trying your absolute hardest. You could end up feeling unappreciated and as if you’re not advancing anywhere. 

It seems someone could be turning people away from you. For some people, this is a literal person who you may get along with, but you don’t really confront them when it comes to what they’re doing. For others of you, this is the universe purposefully blocking things from you because you’re trying to speed up the time you get certain things, and it’s telling you, “this isn’t how that works”. Regardless, there is someone or something in a higher position keeping you from reaching the success you think you deserve. This conflict will frustrate you throughout the year, and it could prove difficult for you to deal with. 

With the Hanged Man and Five of Wands (Rx), you’re being asked to compromise and re-think why you think you deserve recognition or success in a certain way. Is your reasoning valid or in good faith? Is your way really the only way you can gain what it is you’re wanting? Is what you’re wanting the best for you? I’m reminded of the meme (I guess is what it is) where a little girl is holding a small teddy bear or something, and Jesus is asking her to give it to Him, and she’s refusing, but the audience can see that He has an even bigger teddy bear for her; I feel like this will represent how your success for this year will be. You may have one view of how you want it, but that result keeps getting pushed back or thwarted because you’re thinking too small. 

The action of patience will be your most important lesson this year. “Can You Stand the Rain” fits really well for this closing part of the reading. You will be learning how to wither the storm of seemingly being overlooked and having your ideas of abundance not being given to you how and when you want in exchange for even better and more success to meet you at the end. As is always said, “patience is a virtue”.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Signs:

222, swan, itchy left palm, losing items, “i’m so sorry”, prominent sagittarius and/or gemini placements, heavy mutable energy, neptune dominant or many aspects to neptune, ducks, water, lust for nostalgia, being lost in your memories

Shufflemancy:

“In Love with Another Man” by Jazmine Sulllivan

“needy” by Ariana Grande

“Halazia” by Ateez

“Home” by Todrick Hall

“6 Foot 7 Foot” by Lil Wayne (feat. Corey Gunz)

“Put It On Da Floor Again” by Latto (feat. Cardi B)

Cards:

Queen of Cups (Rx), Six of Cups (Rx), Ace of Wands, Ten of Coins, The Sun, Six of Coins, The Emperor, Memories (Rx), Mutable (Rx), Sagittarius (Rx), Planetary Retrograde (Rx)

Reading:

For those choosing pile three, your lesson during the year will relate to you recognizing yourself more. Those who chose this pile may feel disconnected from their emotions or feel very emotionally drained last year and entering the new year. You may be very used to letting people utilize you in their lives however they want while when it comes to you needing people, they often are away or too busy to care about you. You could be prone to co-dependent relationships where you feel like you need to be needed or of help to someone and they to you, but you let them give you the bare minimum while you give your all. 

Earlier, I thought you might be someone who doesn’t like remembering things or has a hard time with their memory, but it’s actually the opposite! You’re someone who loves to get lost in the past and what used to be; the song “Could’ve Been” by H.E.R feels relevant. For some reason the energy for this pile feels very connected to a relationship that you may miss during the year. It seems you will eventually come to the realization that you’re losing yourself to the past and recognize you need to garner up the willpower to keep going for the present. You will gain the energy to begin doing things for yourself instead of for the sake of pleasing others. You will be recognizing how important you are to yourself, and/or you will be building up that importance. 

During this year, you will be building a new foundation where you do things for you. You will be focusing on your own growth and prioritizing self-care. You will learn how to put your happiness above other people's, which might be an issue you have been avoiding for a while. Rather than relying on others for emotional stability and to qualify your self-worth, you will likely end up doing a ton of introspection to discover what makes you happy solo. If you’re someone who is chronically in relationships, you may take a well-needed break in order to discover yourself like you’ve been putting off doing. 

Overall, your lesson for the new year involves being your own rock so to speak. You will be learning how to set boundaries to protect yourself from people who are no good for you because they want to be like vampires in using you. Instead, you will focus on yourself and your ideals, wants, desires, and emotions. Your lesson this year will be learning how to focus on you.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐕

Signs:

having a lot of conjunctions in natal or solar return chart, heavy fixed energy, being born on a new moon, heavy uranus energy, “i don’t forgive you”, heavy fourth house placements and energy, “i don’t forgive you”, (oak) trees, miracles, unicorns

Shufflemancy:

“Focus” by Ariana Grande

“Hello” by J. Cole

“Lonely St.” by Stray Kids

“On It” by Jazmine Sullivan (feat. Ari Lennox)

“Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen

“New Money” by Leikeli47

Cards:

Ace of Cups, Four of Coins, The Devil, Temperance, Knight of Coins, King of Cups, Judgement, The Fool, Conjunction, Fixed, New Moon, Uranus, 4H, Trees, Miracles

Reading:

Those choosing this final pile, your lessons this year may relate to embracing new beginnings and a fresh start. For you, I’m reminded of all these rituals people are engaging in as we all enter the new year: eating black eyed peas, not washing clothes, having someone with money enter the house first, eating grapes under a table at midnight, and everything else. It seems you’re in the energy of “new year, new me”! With that, your lessons seem to relate to putting that quote to the test and seeing if you’re actually ready to embrace what comes with newness. 

You could be losing things and people this year; maybe you fall out with certain people in your friend group, or you lose your job, or you graduate from school, or you’ll find a whole new group of friends. In general, the concept of not getting so attached to things or people to the point where you’re unwilling to separate from them comes to mind. Not that you can’t also develop strong attachments and relationships! But, when it’s time to let a situation or person go do not spend so much time trying to get them to stay. “When it’s time to go; it’s time to go”. 

Do not become obsessive about things and people you come into contact with this year. The phrase, “there’s a time and season for everything” is very important! “Be flexible” is the best advice I could give for those reading this pile. Being flexible does not entail not working hard though; find a balance between being hardworking and putting in effort and also being open to change and loss. There is a major emphasis on balance and being in control when it comes to your emotions but also overall this year. 

Overall, your lessons deal with being open to the change that comes with a new year and declaring that you’re ready for new things. You still need to put in work and go about life and strive to achieve what it is you want - in relationships, friendships, work, your daily life, and more, but you also need to be willing to let people and things go when the universe tells you they’re no longer serving or helping you. Truly, be open to the new beginnings you’re saying you want. 

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Round 5

Satoshio - Satou Matsuzaka x Shio Koube (Happy Sugar Life) VS. DB - D-ne x B-ko (Shuuen no Shiori)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Satoshio:

Sato is 16 while Shio is 8, Sato kidnapped Shio, kills someone to keep her from being taken away, and they attempt a double-suicide.

Problematic elements for DB:

yandere, toxic, dependency, murder

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Propaganda for Satoshio:

despite satou being a yandere, and the age gap, satou and shio together are actually very sweet and wholesome! satou comes from a broken home and did not know how to love until she met shio, and shio comes from an extremely abusive and broken home and was abandoned by her mother in the rain. satou found shio and took her in to take care of her, and works a job so she can provide for her. satou also never does anything sexual with shio, and theres a cute scene where they have a fake wedding and exchange made up vows and rings. it ends tragically, and they jump off a roof together rather than be separated, but satou shields shio to make sure she survives the fall, because she wants shio to live no matter what. - Sato, a gay pedophile, spent years seeking love in the constraints of compulsory heterosexuality/teleiophilia (attraction to adults), constantly failing to find connection with anyone she dated or slept with. She didn't understand the sensation of true love until she met Shio. Falling instantly in love, Sato picks Shio up off the street and whisks her home to her apartment to live a married couple domestic fantasy. Sato works hard every day to support her new wife, and the pair recite wedding vows to each other every night. Their love isn't one-sided on Sato's part - Shio adores Sato and wants to be with her forever. - satoshio quite literally cannot be in peace without each other as alluded to the ending where sato dies and shio never recovers from this, continuing the cycle of misery <3 sato is willing to do anything for this girl including murder and will not let shio out of her grasp their marriage promise scenes… ough…. i love them…. they just wanna make each other happy :) that just includes a lot of fine print to what happiness means but still, love to see it :3c

Propaganda for DB:

d-ne is a lesbian who lacks any sense of identity for herself and struggles to get close to anyone. she falls deeply in love with b-ko, who she deems to be perfect. when she finds out b-ko's "perfect" act is just a mask she puts on, she just falls for her even more. she doesn't care about anyone other than b-ko or what anyone but b-ko thinks of her. she puts b-ko on a pedestal and devalues herself, believing she could never be on b-ko's level. when the group finds the "bookmark of demise" and strange deaths begin occurring, b-ko gets scared and d-ne wants her to be scared so she can be the one to comfort her. d-ne then steals b-ko's first kiss! when the "demise game" starts, d-ne is given the monkey's paw which allows her to wish for anything, but at the cost of taking that thing away from someone else. she immediately starts making wishes that would allow her to "become more like b-ko". when she wishes to have eyes like b-ko's, a random girl who had earlier pointed out that her eyes match b-ko's gets in an accident where her eyes get taken away and magically transferred to d-ne, and d-ne just laughs and blushes over this. d-ne goes to visit b-ko, who won't open her door because she's so scared over the demise game, and when d-ne finally gets in, she hears b-ko calling out to a-ya (another character) for help. in a fit of delusion, d-ne decides the b-ko in front of her, who called a-ya's name, "isn't b-ko" and murders her, in the end, deciding to fully become and replace b-ko, believing she's "protecting b-ko" by doing this. then d-ne wishes for all her misfortune to disappear, which works, but since she's b-ko now, she dies at the hands of b-ko's doppelganger (the misfortune that b-ko had been dealing with during the demise game). honestly we need more girls like d-ne in the world

[mpregslover69]

Carls older sibling reader,,,,

ough the angst potentional they could have with them having some relationship with negan,,,, small idea below,,,, i swear im working on my requests,,,, uni is eating me out and this thought has plauged my mind

imagine being carl's older sibling who went away for uni pre-apoc, you tried your best to go back home when you heard about your dad being shot.

you were too late and by then the outbreak has taken over the city, you have to leave not knowing if any of your family is alive. it's a struggle getting through it all but you still do it.

times passes, you've made a home for yourself in a small dead town. there's little to no walkers near the town. you spend most days outside make sure your garden is fine.

you've made friends with a man named Negan, he visit every once in a while. you don't know too much about what he does but you enjoy your time together. your relationship might grow a bit into something more, nothing is set in stone but there's always a vibe between the two of you.

one day as you do your routine like usual, you meet carl again. it's a sweet reunion as he rushes up to you while you're just watering your plants. you couldn't believe he was still alive, rick soon follows behind him after he had run off. seeing the sight in front of him he's never been happier.

they ask you to join them on their journey, even just for a short while. you couldn't say no, seeing them all again was like a dream come true. you hop in their rv and ride along for a bit, challenges come up along the road.

now you're all in a line, waiting for what to happen next. seeing negan stepping out you didn't want to believe it, you kept your head low just hoping it was someone with the same name, same voice, same hair.... you were just lying to yourself.

it was him, the man who had been nothing but kind to you now threatening your fathers group. negan's eyes scanned the group before landing back on you, he knew now your image of him was totally ruined.

he spent so long cultivating this image of him as a kind man, now you knew he wasn't who he says he was. he couldn't go back now, he was too deep you now knew what he truly did as the leader of his group.

he just continues on, acting like the one person he's had sexual tension with for the past couple of months isn't there on their knees. he can't help but let it slip he knows you right after he kills abraham. most of ricks group doesn't enjoy learning how close you were to this man, not after seeing what he just did.

negan doesn't stop there, after daryl's outburst glenn is next. the sight sickens you, you never knew these people for more than an hour but with how violent their death was you couldn't help but feel sorrow.

of course negan won't kill you, that'd be even worse for him.

he'll just drag you back to the sanctaury, you'll learn to adjust soon.

[messerscest]

Thinking about trans Gilderoy who is so unbearably confidant and sure of his masculinity that when Remus finally decides to transition he begrudgingly goes to Lockhart to learn how to use makeup to make his face look more masculine. Gilderoy wants the older boy’s face between his legs as payment.

-🩻

t!dick, dick sucking, squirting, hair pulling, face fucking, praise

this was such a lovely thought, ough, this is such a hot dynamic too, love love love all around. I need their official ship name immediately

Nothing is embarrassing about needing help, was the mantra that remus kept repeating. He was fine how he was but was just curious about someone elses methods. Nothing wrong with that

Finding Lockhart is the easier part, follow the flock and listen to the loud voice talking about himself.

Getting him alone is not so simple, something about a narcissist wanting to be the center of attention or something like that.

It happens - eventually. His posse slowly dwindling as people have classes or lives to get to. He stands, now talking to an empty area and yet he doesnt even realise, eyes closed and waxing on about the importance of curl maintence to keep him young.

When Gilderoy does open his eyes he stops in his tracks, eyes darting to see where his group went but he composes himself, confusion swapping with confidence

"Yes Remus? how may i be of service? i do have many yknow such as-"

Remus jumps in when he takes a breath

"makeup"

The blond tilts his head and grins, suddenly remus is being dragged by the wrist to the ravenclaw dorm

The makeup goes fine, if not a little excessive. The creams and powders feel foreign and he really didnt think his eyebrows needed anything more but gilderoy coats him, it feels thick and kind of gross but looking in the mirror makes him feel a little bit better

"So will this last?

"through almost anything, ill show you the limits while you pay me"

remus panics. He has no money he cant pay for anything, his eyes are wide and he's trying to think of something of value he can offer but gilderoy cuts him off with a laugh

"Oh its not of monetary value sweetheart. Just kneel"

and kneel he does because he owes lockhart a favour right?

He doesn't even really get time to think about it before his nose is buried in dark blond, and his lips are smushed against the soft t-dick tucked away underneath.

He gasps, the opening of his mouth immediately being taken advantage of as gilderoy grabs his hair and pulls, tugging him closer, impossibly so until remus can feel his cock pushing onto the tip of his tongue

Gilderoy doesnt hesitate, grinding up and down against remus, riding his tongue and fucking his mouth at the same time, the way remus' tongue drags along the underside of his tdick making him flush.

He wraps his thighs around remus' head and squeezes, something about having his mouth full, face covered in makeup and hearing the mumbled praise falling from the blonds lips makes something in remus shift.

He suddenly puts in effort, grabbing the thighs that squeeze him, sucking and bobbing on the cock while his tongue tastes everywhere, he pulls off for a moment just to dip his tongue down into the damp hole.

Remus eats like a starved man, holding the blond in place, acting as if he's there for the meal and not the praise falling on covered ears, the thighs muffling it but he can hear the 'good boy's clear as day

Gilderoy's hips fuck up, desperate for more and less all at once, remus' tongue is something else and him using it ontop of sucking makes him cry out, he's tugging remus' hair and squeezing his neck with his thighs but it does nothing but spur on the boy between his legs.

Nothing seems to slow remus down, any movement makes him even more desperate, gilderoy's cock is swelling under all the attention, now fully hard and puffy from the sucking and yet remus keeps at it, sucking harder, his tongue playing against everywhere that sends shocks through the blonds legs.

It doesnt take long for gilderoy to cum, the sensations on his cock, sensitive and hard send him crashing into an orgasm, and remus sucks him through it all.

Gilderoy is limp, almost, his legs shake and his thighs keep tightening and yet his hands fall limp from where they had a grip on remus' hair and now remus has the ability to keep going with more fervor, the taste of cum on his bottom lip and the pulsing of the cock in his mouth making him want more. It's only right if its a payment surely.

Lockhart doesnt stop him, he whimpers as the sensations almost double, now overstimulated and recovering from one orgasm, cock not even having a second to relax as remus traps it between his lips and moves his head back and forth, up and down, gilderoy's thighs tremble and he doubles in volume when remus focuses his tongue on the underside, holding himself still and using his hands on the blonds hips, guiding him to fuck up into the shape.

He does, going crazy for it, the drag of the tongue and the pressure of pushing past remus' lips is addicting and he cant help but fall victim to his own desperation, panting as he fucks remus' face, gasping and rambling about how good remus is for focusing on him like this and it doesnt take long for the pace gilderoy started with to taper off.

Remus doesnt let it, retaking his movements, matching the pace the blond set for himself, even as he whines about it being too much and how he cant take it, remus pushes and keeps going, even moving his tongue as he pulls back and then the blond gasps, almost sobbing now.

The liquid hit remus chin and neck before he can realise whats happening, it soaks him, his shirt ruined and the spill soaks the fabric beneath them, puddling underneath gilderoy's crotch. The wet patch huge in comparison to the cum from before.

When remus looks up, the blond has his head back, panting. Remus wipes his face, his fingers getting covered in the products used to make his chin and jaw more defined. The makeup is definitely not suitable for long days or nights out, then.

[obsolescent]

You’re gonna hate seeing my name every time you open this app from how much I do and will resquest you 😭

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJG8npPb/

Here me out. This but^

Single mother y/n with a kid and ghost just came back from a mission and needed to buy something for his small house and sees y/n struggling to pick some heavy things up while her kid keeps laughing and saying everything like the girl in the video. i have so many other requests I’d love to because you’re writing is probably my favorite /srs. hope you have a nice end of the month. Love ya 🩷

The Necessity of Saints

Part Two (NSFW)

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x SingleMom!Reader

Author's Notes: Ough, I had fun writing this out. Love these prompts so much, you don't understand! I will never tire of requests I promise, they fill me with so much motivation and I'm so happy I'm one of your favorites, that means so much to me!! I hope you enjoy this and hope you’re having the best month!! I am not opposed to writing a spicier second part to this, just let me know ♡ Once again I am thinking about Simon showing off his muscles and being happy to help someone in need.

Content warnings: Feminine reader, reader uses she/her pronouns and uses mom, your daughter is named Rhea.

“Good Lord, why does wood have to be so HEAVY,” you grunt out, trying unsuccessfully to pull the wooden beam out of the pile. Your kid stands off to the side, stifling her giggles with her hand, finding much enjoyment in your predicament. You stand up and stretch your limbs, getting ready for another go at it. You take a deep breath, bending with your knees, and begin pulling again, with more force behind it. 

Sweating dripping off your brow, you continue to tug at the piece of wood, pleading with it to just MOVE. “Can someone help my mama?” Your kid finally yells out, causing you to whirl towards her with a panicked look on your face. “Rhea!” You hiss, seeing your phone in her hands, recording your ordeal. “Please, someone, my mama won’t ask for help and she needs it!” Rhea exclaims, drawing out the end of ‘please’. 

“Stop filming me struggling, dammit!” You try to contain your own laughter, hurrying back to continue pulling, hoping to finally get it to move before anyone hears your daughter’s yelling, not wanting an encounter with a random stranger. Rhea continues to hoot and holler, hoping to garner attention to you both. Your face now red from a mixture of stifled laughter, exertion, and embarrassment.

“What’s all this, then?” A gravelly voice booms out, halting yours and your daughter's movements. You both turn towards the voice, finding a large, tall man, standing off to the side, hands on his hips. His brown eyes glitter with what looks to be amusement, probably been watching quietly for a while. Your ears burn, straightening up and wiping your hands off on your shirt. 

“I’m so sorry to bother your shopping, please ignore my–” “My mama won’t ask for help and she needs it! Please help her!” Your daughter cuts you off. You put your hands over your face, groaning. “Is that all?” He asks, raising a blond eyebrow at your kid. She nods, finally putting the phone down after succeeding in her mission. 

“Alright then, let’s have at it,” British accent now noticeable after the initial shock, he walks over to the wood you’re standing in front of, easily lifting a beam into his arms. “How many?” He asks, looking towards you. You stand there in shock, at how easily he was able to lift it, to his bulging muscles now able to be seen through his shirt. 

“J-just that one, sir. I need it cut into three 6-inch pieces, though,” You stutter out, realizing your gaze had been on him for too long. That glint in his eyes doesn’t go away, you assume he noticed the staring. “To the wood-cutting area, then?” He turns, walking off in the direction of the wood-cutting services. You and your daughter share a look before scurrying after him.

Once you arrive, you tell the associate what you want, and they begin the process. The three of you stand off to the side while they cut, looking over at the man, you begin speaking. “I really appreciate what you did for us, thank you…?” “Simon,” He offers his name, you giving your own and your daughter’s. “Thank you, Simon. Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping?” You ask, reaching for your bag. “Don’t worry about it,” He grunts out, walking forward to grab the pieces they’ve finished with, loading them onto a cart. 

Once they’re done, he wheels the cart towards the checkout, paying for the wood. “Oh! Sir, you don’t have to–""Don’t worry about it, love,” He says again, adding ‘love’ to the end of this one, causing your cheeks to redden. Once the transaction is complete, he pulls the cart outside. “The car park is pretty big, you can pull your car up to the entrance, I’ll load it.” He says, You nod, you and Rhea walk quickly to your car, getting inside and buckling in. 

You pull your car around to the front of the store, opening the trunk. He begins loading the wood inside, making quick work of the now smaller pieces. Once done, he comes around to your side of the car. You roll your window down, going to thank him again, when he holds his hand up. “Could’ve hurt yourself. Just ask for help next time, yeah? Don’t have to do everything alone,” He says, causing your mouth to fall open, like he read your mind. “But, if you’re privy to certain help, you can always give me a ring,” He hands over a card with a number on it, with his full name, ‘Simon Riley’.

“Thank you, Simon. I’ll be sure to let you know,” You say, bashfully. He smirks, “Have a lovely day, you two,” He says, before walking back inside the store. You roll your window up, pulling away from the entrance. You’re driving for a bit, both silent, before Rhea finally speaks up, “He was really cute, and nice. You should text him.” You sputter. “Rhea! I have no idea who he even is–""Get to know him! He was, like, totally checking you out, and so were you,” She says, looking over at your blushing face. “I don’t know…” You trail off. You hadn’t done much dating in a very long time. Not having much time for it between your daughter and work. Now that Rhea is a teenager, maybe you could have some time to find a relationship?

Seemingly reading your mind (ya’ll gotta stop doing that), she adds, “I’m old enough to watch myself, go have some fun!” You roll your eyes, a smile forming on your face. Maybe he wouldn’t be against seeing you under different circumstances?

Arriving home and maneuvering the now much easier to handle wooden pieces, you set them in a pile inside the garage, for your upcoming project. Once inside and settled in, you pull out the card and contemplate what you’ll say. You add his number to your contacts and pull up a message screen for him. You let him know it’s you and add,

‘I would really like to get to know you more, if you’re not opposed?’

A few minutes later, he responds.

‘Not at all opposed, love. Just let me know what time is best for you x’

[dallasgallant]

Darry is a part of the gang in that he’s a part of the friend group. After all they’ve always been more of a friend group than a gang (to Pony’s own admission) they’re not organized or named etc.

What differentiates Darry is he doesn’t participate in the crime aspect. Now again they usually don’t do anything organized/together but almost all the guys apart from Johnny(early on), Darry and perhaps pony have a bit of a record forming.

Now mind you it’s typically non violent and minor issues but it’s still “law breaking”. Darry has even more of an incentive to be “good” and do things by the books since he’s taken custody of his younger brothers, he’s petrified they’ll be taken away so he steers clear.

But pony implies he’s sort of always been this way. He doesn’t do anything himself but he’s always been “the guy to come to”. He guides the guys away from blowing up or doing something stupid- or if they do something he’s the one to hide them and talk through next steps. He’s the one who keeps everyone safe and at least tries to keep them out of jail.

That’s what gets to me particularly about Dally calling him. Is that he’s been the guy to turn to, the guys have blown up before and it’s even implied robbed a place before. But never armed. Never with the … intent… dally had. It’s that he calls for help, like he would any other day of the week but you know in this instance he doesn’t really want it just someone there idk its ough-

[eloquentornot]

Lucky Day was such an amazing episode!!!

Aaaaaaa that twist!!! I wanted Ruby's new boring boyfriend to be a twist villain but it actually happened??!?! And the extent to which that was the case!?!?!! This episode took such a turn, I love it when that happens! Marketed as a new scary monster, and lol I was disappointed that some of the trailers showed what the monster looked like, but it was never just about the Shreek at all!!!

When it became clear they weren't real, interesting twist coming maybe some different alien? took off the masks, oh it's just locals making fun of Ruby and Conrad, then Conrad revealed as the boss, WHAT, he didn't even like her at all, AAA my feelings that the relationship was a bit strange validated!! and then just the whirlwind of him demolishing UNIT's reputation, ough for a moment I was afraid it wasn't real and the monster was somehow causing nightmares for Ruby, but it just kept going and aaa!!!

And the foreshadowing, the relationship seemed a bit rushed, maybe Ruby was trying to convince herself she was happy with him, the fact that it was about how she could only talk to him about the stories, ough he never wanted to believe her stories he even called it just a good story when she was warning him about the Shreek, Cherry warned her about the village but Ruby said that she didn't think his friends would be "like that" aaa... when he said he hadn't taken the antidote I hoped she'd break up with him for that but then aaaaaa

And I just realised... fun space opener, fight a god of entertainment, harrowing time with soldiers and the companion is shot close to death, and now a Ruby-focused episode on Earth involving people who don't believe her in a pub pretending there's a monster and then laughing at her... and a mention of the Albion movement... also UNIT being compromised in some way, last season just that the woman prevented them from helping Ruby, this time that the bad guys had someone on the inside... Also maybe elements of last season's episode 5 interestingly with the surprise political commentary when at first it just seemed like a generic slimy death monster, so I wonder if next episode will break the pattern and be something not as easily comparable?

Did anyone else notice that Kate knocked four times on the glass window when she checked on the Shreek's cage? What if she's also got the Master golden tooth trapped down there and it's influencing her? I hope that's not it, though, she's getting darker now and that's more interesting if it's just her, not something "supernatural" that could excuse it cleanly in the end. The entire time Conrad was showing his true colours I was thinking "kill him" but also "wait Kate don't actually even if just for your reputation while he's streaming but also you're right the Doctor would stop you" and she knows the Doctor would stop her!! Maybe she's seeing a darker side to herself after what happened in The Giggle... and accepting it as necessary for the planet...?

And was the Doctor watching everything that happened after all??? He (psychically?) transferred Conrad to the TARDIS to tell him off!! (I feel like this scene might be an example of that one quote from behind the scenes where they said something about writing the Doctor a bit more unhinged or whatever wording they used? He was scary... Conrad deserves it, so it was cool, but... idk, something...) And THAT was how he found out about Belinda??? I was thinking there was some conversation where someone tells him she's important to saving the day or something but no it was literally what the Doctor said, "he said your name like it was important" aaa I swear if he's the catalyst for everything that happens... time travel destiny loop making it slightly not his fault but he didn't have to say the name, just like how Belinda chose to say Alan's name that time...

Like, no, even if the Doctor travelling with Belinda doesn't directly cause the calamity, just, the fact that it was this absolute loser Conrad who caused the Doctor to look for her... I have a bad feeling about this... Like, technically if the Doctor hadn't known about Belinda, he might not have known she was taken, and maybe Alan would have won... a good thing happened, for the Doctor to know about Belinda and save her, but it was because of someone awful... If neither Conrad nor Alan existed, Belinda wouldn't be travelling with the Doctor. And she didn't want to be travelling with him anyway, she didn't need the escape like some companions do... and there might be a chance that the destruction of Earth is connected to all of this...

And what is Mrs. Flood doing?! Becoming the Governor of the prison just to let him out? Interveningggg.... oh heck no way is she the Meddling Monk??? The Time Meddler? The first Time Lord villain? lol probably not but I feel like she's written in a way designed to keep us guessing so we won't be able to narrow it down until she reveals so I guess I'm adding this to the pile of possibilities!

Also when the Doctor complained about a noise in his head for a moment I thought something really unexpected was about to happen... but it was a metaphor for the annoyance of the inexplicable resistance from horrible but otherwise normal people, not a literal noise in his head lol!

And that feeling of something being off... what was he doing, just before this season began? Why did he see what Conrad was doing but not intervene? Maybe he was just late to finding out somehow? And EUGH it was Conrad who gave him the hint to look for Belinda... if anything this just makes Belinda's refusal to trust him at first even more reasonable... yet I can't help feeling like that's just me being irrational, you know? They met because timey-wimey bootstrap loop, not because... someone... manipulated... events...? (Suddenly reminded of how the Doctor was looking for Clara because he'd already met some of her echoes but also at the same time Clara was given to the Doctor by Missy... both can be true...)

[crimeronan]

Ok wait BUT, we know it's possible to remotely enter someone's mind scape. So what if Luz let's Camilla and Vee run hunter off cause she doesn't remember him. So Hunter decides to (SOMEHOW) drag Darius into fixing her mind. Darius brings raine along, and it's like the worst version of them figuring out if she would have been an Evil Empress.

Hunter desperately trying to fix luz which would REQUIRE him to see all the grimwalker shit. Raine thinking they fucked up so bad to not see this all. Everyone is bitching with everyone else.

"Little prince are you all right?"

"I'm so good rn Darius. I'm a zombie clone but also luz Knows, and that means she remembers me, so everything is great hahahahaa"

But they fix it all, right? Hunter is having a breakdown, but they got all the memories in place.

And then Luz wakes up next to Vee, and she is freaking out!!!!! She sent HER BOY away!

hunter is like darius, if you don't help me, i'm going to find a way to do it myself. and her inner self probably won't be too fond of me, given what i saw. i don't know exactly what belos did to her, but she was scared of me, so i know he did SOMETHING. you KNOW she'd never be afraid of me

& darius, who has been dealing with the fact that hunter managed to sneak past all his security to go get himself killed by belos, is like for fuck's sake. you really will, won't you.

fine. Fine.

raine gets roped in because they're good with luz & hunter trusts them implicitly. so they're on official Keep The Inner Luz Calm duties.

also, luz's two-tiered mindscape.... she has all her (now incomplete/jumbled/confused) grimwalker memories on the surface. all her memories of when she pretended to be an unfeeling little tyrant to please belos. so even when they put the pieces back together, hunter is STILL like no. something's wrong. these can't be right, that's not.... that's not LUZ.

while darius is trying to be gentle about "that IS luz." except, yknow. darius doesn't have a gentle bone in his body. so he's just like welp. sucks to see her true self. she's probably better off left in the human realm, huh??

meanwhile raine is the one to be like no... this doesn't feel right to me either. this doesn't account for any of what i know about luz.

if and when the inner luz shows up, i think she'd solve this for them.... she can SEE that something is wrong with her memories, she's soot-stained with unhealing burn injuries and she keeps coughing and she needs Help. she'll take whatever help she can get. she'll lead them to the lower levels and the "real" luz memories. and everything down there is a blackened wasteland -- all her wild magic, all her childhood memories, all her love for hunter.

and that's worse for hunter than even fixing the grimwalker memories was. seeing just how devastated her mindscape is, just how damaged and in pain her inner self is....

and then yeah. luz wakes up healed in the real world & is immediately Frantic. more frantic than vee or camila have ever seen her. running out of the house, out into the street, not bothering to watch for cars. stumbling over her own feet. calling hunter's name. screaming at both vee And camila when they try to calm her down and get her to come inside.

ough. Ough.

babies....