#bubbles/tex

[toast-in-a-cowboy-hat]

Thinking about Episode 141 and I just wonder how Tex felt when Outlaw told him that not only had Blue (the guy he spent his time in the compound sheepdoggin', tried to protect, stayed away from Base to try to keep from getting killed) not only had he gotten consolidated and killed, but he did it to protect them and that he had hoped Tex would be proud of him

[cosmicrhetoric]

anyway i watched all about eve last night while slightly under the influence (i love u bette) but the vague and unsettling lesbian coding of eve herself was such a shock that i thought i imagined it in my brain until i googled "eve harrington lgbt??" in a panic and found like forty years worth of essays about this

[swanlakebaby]

obsessed ex-gf pt. 2 | pjm

→ summary: after getting caught watching jimin through this windows, you feel weary going back to stalking him. when you finally muster up the courage to go back, you see something you never would’ve imagined seeing. so, you decide to get your revenge instead. if you couldn’t have him, no one could. → pairing: bts!jimin x obsessivefem!reader → tags: smut, risky, masturbation, obsessed gf, stalker, jimin, bts jimin, love making, sex → word count: n/a, but def over 1.2k! → a/n: i originally planned to make this a one-off story but people asked for a part two and i felt inspired to continue so here it is. enjoy! :) masterlist

you stare down at the message, a hard lump of anxiety forming at the bottom of your throat. had he really seen me? you thought to yourself. i need to play this off somehow.. you spend the next seven minutes typing and deleting excuses and lies, trying to come up with something even slightly believable.

what do you mean? is all you’re able to send after eventually giving up.

don’t play dumb with me, i can spot your car from a mile away. just don’t come back.

you swallow hard and begin to rapidly text out a rushed lie. as you hit send, the message fails to deliver. he had blocked you just like that. you knew it was a bad sign. that he fully believed you were the one watching him and he no longer wanted to deal with you at any capacity. you began to feel hot flashes of fear, wondering if he was going to report you for creepily sitting outside of his apartment building with binoculars.

for the next few days, you stay weary of jimin’s neighborhood. you felt addicted to the euphoric feeling that came with watching him through his windows, but the risk currently felt too high. it was only a week later that you finally felt confident enough to return.

after work, your co-workers gathered around the break room. “i heard that new tex-mex spot a few minutes away was pretty good, and they also serve margaritas!” one of them said, checking the google maps from their phone. the group sat on that suggestion for a while, occasionally throwing out other places too. you moved around the group and began packing your things off of your desk. “you’re not going?” one of the others said, furrowing their eyebrows and glancing at you as if you not going would suddenly ruin the night or something. you shake your head with a fake-sorry expression on your face. “i’m sorry- i can’t join you guys tonight, as fun as it sounds.” you say, zipping up your laptop case. because i have to go watch my ex possibly jerk off in his apartment again. you think to yourself, looking around for a moment to make sure you didn’t actually say that out loud.

“i’ve got family coming over. we’re supposed to have a whole family dinner thing so..” you trail off, looking at all of their faces to see if they believed you. they eventually nodded understandingly and wished you a great family dinner as you rushed out of the door and to your car. today, you didn’t actually plan to watch jimin. it was during your lunch break that you ultimately decided you’d go back today, meaning you didn’t have time to stuff any toys under your car seat before work today. your hands would have to suffice.

when you get in the car you pull out your phone.

can i borrow your car? mine has been having issues lately. just need to run a quick errand. ty!

you stare at the screen as the typing bubbles dance up and down.

sure darling

you sigh out a heavy breath of relief and drive to your moms house. you park beside her car and pull down on the cars compartment handle and grab your binoculars before putting them in your purse and getting out of the car. before you can approach the door, your mom is already on the porch with her car keys in hand. “hi baby.” she says lovingly, pulling you in for a hug. “hi mom.” you say, reaching forward for the keys. she pulls her hand back with a smirk. “in a rush, aren’t we? what’s wrong with your car by the way?” your mom looks over your shoulder towards you car. “just general problems, but i’m too paranoid to drive far distances.” you lie, not breaking eye contact with your mom. “ah. maybe your father can take a look at it? HON-”

“mom! it’s okay.” you say, cutting her off before she can call for your dad. “it’s fine. i probably just need an oil change or something. i’ve already scheduled a maintenance appointment for tomorrow. okay?” you wanted to leave already, to be parked discreetly around his apartment building, fingering away at yourself. your mom smiles softly, dropping the keys in your hand. “i’m worried about you.” she says with a lower tone. you furrow your eyebrows at her, gripping the keys tighter. “what do you mean?”

“i mean- since jimin broke up with you. you don’t come over that much anymore, sometimes i think you’re dead until i see you on TV.” she says with a concerned laugh. you take a deep breath and pull your mom into a tight hug. “i’m fine. i promise. i just want to go run my errand real quick. when i come back, ill possibly stay for dinner.” you say reassuringly as you give your mom a soft kiss on the cheek.

when you finally escape the grasp of your mom, you think over the plan. leaving your car with your mom was beneficial for multiple reasons. if for whatever reason jimin was to allegedly see you, he’d most likely doubt himself. you’re in a completely different car now. plus, your car was at your moms place. it definitely looked like you were over for a family dinner. you kept a mental note to yourself to schedule that car appointment.

you parked in a different spot than usual, but still in close proximity to be able to see through his apartment. you reach into your purse and grab the binoculars. you see jimin, clearly setting up for something. the rooms atmosphere felt different. the lighting was warm and inviting, candles on the counters and coffee table. you pan over to his room, rose petals on the bed. you grit your teeth angrily. jimin suddenly looks up ahead of him, a soft smile spreading across the face as he slowly stands up and approaches the woman coming out of the bathroom.

he wraps his arms around her, stuffing his face into her neck. what the fuck? you feel livid, but you can’t pull back. not yet. he spins her around, checking her out. the cherry red lingerie set she had on complimented her olive toned complexion, her chocolate brown curls falling down her shoulders and back effortlessly. you immediately decided to yourself that you didn’t like her. you kept watching regardless. after he spun her around, she grinned and wrapped her arms around him lovingly. the energy quickly shifted however as he grabbed onto her wrist and began slowly making his way into the bedroom, tugging her along behind him. she began crawling onto the bed, laying flat on her back.

he gently closed the door and walked over to her before climbing on top of her. an entire makeout session between the two broke out. you didn’t move, watching as they began slowly stripping away their clothes. he made out with her the same way he made out with you. intense, hot, like he’d starve to death if he didn’t get enough of your taste.

in what seemed like seconds, he was already inside of her. he began fucking her in a missionary position, making your blood boil. you hated the fact that you were witnessing this. of all fucking days. you scoff. you also hated the fact that the desire to masturbate still lingered inside of you. you slid your hand down your work pants, teasing your clit as you watched your ex make love to a woman you had never seen before. you felt angry and began taking out this anger on yourself, knowing that going up there and confronting him just wasn’t an option.

you fingered yourself roughly, the wetness of your insides quickly coating your fingers. jimin stopped and lifted her up, carrying her through the living room and to the kitchen. he placed her onto one of the counters facing away from you. his bare back was facing you now. the only thing you could see was her legs poking out from the sides of him. you still couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. a part of you got off to it, and another part of you felt angry.

he slammed himself against her. this went on for a few more minutes and you felt yourself about to cum. when you finally did, your body entered a relaxed state. the desire to cum was no longer there and anger took full control of your body now. you keep your binoculars on them, fuming at how he dared to make love to another person. someone that wasn’t you. without moving the binoculars, you reach your free hand into your bag and grab your phone.

you scroll to your camera and level your phone up with the binoculars, zooming in and snapping dozens of photos of the pair in various positions. you saw jimin stand and stiffen up, jerking himself above her and trying to induce an orgasm.

you quickly throw the binoculars onto the floor and start the car, backing up and speeding off out of the neighborhood.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

TSAMS Moondrop Canon Info

Updated - 6/26/25

Moon's likes:

Dogs

Anime

Pokémon

Webcomics

Imagine Dragons

Quietness

Spending time with his family

Magic (he's trying to have as little to do with it as possible now)

Technology

Coding

Six The Musical

My Little Pony

Palworld

Hot water

Minesweeper

Wolves

Historical shows/movies

Puzzles

Knitting (he's expressed an interest in it)

Crunchy food (specifically BBQ chips)

His favorite land animal is cheetahs, his favorite flying animal is falcons, and his favorite sea animal is blue whales

Moon’s favorite MLP character is Fluttershy

Shadow the Hedgehog

Ben 10: Alien Invasion

Cookies and cream ice cream (his favorite flavor)

Supernatural

Moon's dislikes:

Kids (<- he doesn't mind them as much anymore)

Witnessing any amount of affection between people or being subjected to it, even in a familial way (he always acts grossed out by it, but maybe he’s just messing around, I’m not sure)

Star Wars

Back to the Future

Eclipse

The creator

Bloodmoon

Cooking (Removing this, since he's expressed a desire to learn how to cook)

Flash (the TV series)

The bubbly sensation that comes with carbonated drinks

Pikachu

Miscellaneous:

Moon is aroace (but if he were to ever date anyone, he would want them to have the same sense of humor and sarcasm that he has, and he'd want them to be a little bit sadistic (for some reason))

If he could have a pet, it’d be a fruit bat

He takes a lot of inspiration from Rick Sanchez (from Rick and Morty)

He’s not good with directions

He can drive, he just hates doing so

He does not have a driver's license

Moon takes care of himself by taking a metal buffing drill and rubbing it across his face. He has a machine that cleans the rest of him (Unsure if this is only a New Moon/Nexus thing, if Old Moon does it too, or if they both do it)

New Moon/Nexus tended to/used to have a lot of sleepless nights, trying to relearn everything he knew from before he was reset, contemplating his mortality, how he could be reset, and wind up “dying” again

Moon is a fan of Rick and Morty, and he thinks Rick is the smartest person in the universe

He gets angry whenever anyone says the earth is flat

Moon talks to the Devil from the Bible quite a bit and they get along

When having conversations, Moon prefers it when people are blunt and direct with him

When confronted with problems, he tends to either shrug it off or get angry (this was Nexus, not Moon)

There was a kid at the daycare once that wasn't scared of Old Moon. The two talked back and forth, and upon hearing that the kid's home life wasn't great, Moon decided to sneak out of the pizzaplex. He followed the kid home, saw what his home life was like, and he took matters into his own hands, wanting to help the kid. The kid didn't survive whatever Moon did, and Moon (before being reset) carried a lot of regret with him over that incident

New Moon/Nexus (and apparently old Moon) makes and sells technology to the government

Old Moon once ate someone (during the episode where he and Sun fought, and he wound up punching Sun)

Moon knows the cure for cancer

Moon frequents a cannibal sushi shop in Japan where the employees all come to work in cosplay. The chef there is a furry/scalie (Unsure if this is New Moon or Old Moon, or both)

Moon has bad handwriting

Moon has always been bad with interior design

It was on the day of Sun and Moon's separation that Moon's Whacking Stick™️ entered the picture

Moon doesn't know how to cook (he's trying to learn, but all he seems to be able to make is sandwiches)

After coming back, Moon didn't know what was and wasn't food, so he just went around licking things

Moon used to work for the mafia, and they were the ones supplying him with most of the things he needed to work on his projects

Moon typically tries hanging out with mute kids more, when the daycare is open

The genre of music he primarily listens to would be like rock, metal, punk, and things similar to those (he does enjoy pop, too)

Moon seems to be a texture oriented person with his foods

Moon feels slightly better when he's in the dark (physically, I'm assuming)

Moon creates backups of Sun nightly

Moon prefers white or vanilla cake over chocolate cake

Moon is agender

Moon tinkers with things when he's nervous and he makes little barbie sized mechanical dolls/action figures

When they were still together in one body, Moon always woke up in the part of Sun's mind that's all negative emotions

Moon has a blow torch installed in his right wrist, because he doesn't want to have to stop his work to pick up tools (he's also turned his fingers into an assortment of tools)

Moon has a stash of rose champagne "for when he's feeling a little fruity"

Moon's body temperature runs colder than Sun's, and he uses roughly 5 (?) blankets during the winter

Moon used to listen to nightcore when he and Sun still shared a body

Moon drinks battery acid (as if it's an energy drink, if I remember correctly)

Moon knows how to sew, and according to him, he's the only one in his and Sun's household who utilizes that skill

[queenjunothegreat]

Hello everyone!!! I'm BACK and this time I come bearing Pipeyna. I've missed my girls <3 Anywho, @manygeese (WHO SHOULD OPEN UP HER AO3 TO ALLOW FOR GIFTS WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE) made a fun post about various ships as stuff she found on Pinterest, and my little goblin brain took over and made fluff. I will never apologize for who I am.

So, without further ado, here is The Pill Bug Means I Love You

Reyna held her phone up, squinting at it like that would help her decipher the cryptic message Piper had sent her. Reyna’s original message of Love you. On my way home now, had received the kissy face reaction Piper almost always sent her. If that had been the end of it, Reyna would have been able to go about her evening with no issue. Instead, Piper had quickly sent her a picture, and Reyna felt a bit like she was failing a test. “Jason, can I get your opinion on something?” she asked. When he hummed in acknowledgement, she turned her phone so he could see the text conversation and Piper’s message of a heavily pixelated bug with a speech bubble pointing to an equally pixelated box of McNuggets. “What does this mean?” Jason squinted at the phone for a moment, his brow furrowed deep and serious. He blinked, then took off his glasses, cleaned them, returned them to his face, and got right back to squinting. “Is that a pill bug?” *** Piper sends Reyna an absolutely nonsensical message. Being the obliging girlfriend she is, Reyna makes sense of it anyway

Reyna loved her girlfriend. Loved her more than anything. As far as she was concerned, the Earth came into existence strictly so that it could eventually be blessed by the presence of one Piper McLean. She was funny and clever and kind and beautiful beyond mere description. Every moment Reyna got to spend with her was one she treasured, and she looked forward to all the moments they would spend together for the rest of their lives. 

That being saif, she was also the single most baffling creature on the planet.

Reyna held her phone up, squinting at it like that would help her decipher the cryptic message Piper had sent her. Reyna’s original message of Love you. On my way home now, had received the kissy face reaction Piper almost always sent her. If that had been the end of it, Reyna would have been able to go about her evening with no issue. Instead, Piper had quickly sent her a picture, and Reyna felt a bit like she was failing a test. 

“Jason, can I get your opinion on something?” she asked. When he hummed in acknowledgement, she turned her phone so he could see the text conversation and Piper’s message of a heavily pixelated bug with a speech bubble pointing to an equally pixelated box of McNuggets. “What does this mean?”

Jason squinted at the phone for a moment, his brow furrowed deep and serious. He blinked, then took off his glasses, cleaned them, returned them to his face, and got right back to squinting. “Is that a pill bug?”

“I think so,” Reyna said slowly. Her lips puckered in confusion as she typed out a message. What does that mean? Help. Immediately, it was marked read with no response or reaction. Her brows knit, and she turned her frustration to Jason. “Does she want me to pick up dinner? Why send me a pill bug, in that case? Does asking for dinner make her feel like a pill bug, or does eating McDonald's make her feel like a pill bug? What could she possibly want from McDonald's in the first place?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Leo would get it?” Jason ventured, cocking his head to the side. “To be honest, a lot of their jokes still fly over my head.”

Reyna nodded solemnly. She wasn’t exactly eager to admit to needing help to understand her girlfriend, but some things were worth more than her pride. She screenshotted her messages with Piper, then sent it to Leo with the caption Can you explain? Jason and I are both confused. Moments later, Leo replied, and Reyna’s face puckered in distaste. “Divorce your husband immediately.”

Before Jason could respond, his phone chimed with a text notification, and he grimaced. “He sent me a picture of a dog cry-laughing and pointing at me.”

“Like I said, divorce him,” Reyna said dryly. “His idea of being helpful to me was ‘lmao’ with–” she paused briefly to count– “seventeen ‘o’s at the end.”

Jason chuckled warmly and shook his head, stashing his phone back in his pocket and looking as absurdly smitten as he had on his wedding day. Reyna narrowed her eyes at him, cursing his betrayal. “I'm sure it's not a big deal in that case,” he soothed. “Piper will probably just laugh and tease you about it when you get home.”

Reyna frowned down at her phone, unsatisfied with that answer. She didn’t like the thought of Piper asking her for something, and her not even making an effort to supply it. Still, she heaved a deep sigh and pocketed her phone as well. “I suppose there's nothing else I can do.”

Jason smiled at her, warm and gentle as their train pulled into the station. “Yeah. It'll be fine, I'm sure of it.”

I'm sure of it, too, Reyna thought to herself, determination flaring to life in her chest.

*-*-*

Piper was starting to get concerned. Usually, when Reyna texted that she was on her way home, she arrived right at twenty minutes later. It didn’t matter how far away she was, she always timed her texts so that she got there exactly when Piper was expecting her to. So, when twenty minutes turned into twenty five, Piper sent a text checking on her, and received confirmation that Reyna was on her way home and perfectly safe, she was just running an unexpected errand. That in and of itself was concerning because Reyna didn’t do unexpected errands, but Reyna said she was fine, and Piper trusted her girlfriend. However, it was now almost an hour after Reyna had sent her initial text, and Piper’s dumb phone game was doing a worse and worse job at distracting her. 

She was just about ready to actually call Reyna and demand to know what in the hell was going on when their front door opened and in came Reyna, her arms laden with all of her work stuff, as well as a few grocery bags and fast food sacks. She carefully unloaded her parcels onto the dining table and heaved a heavy sigh of relief, surveying the lot with something that looked like satisfaction. 

“Uh, whatcha got there, babe?” Piper asked, slowly approaching the table.

Reyna turned and gave her one of those tiny smiles that only Piper ever got to see. Just like always, it made her heart flutter. Reyna took Piper’s hand in her own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Hello, Piper.”

“Hey, Reyna” Piper said, kissing her on the cheek. With their usual ritual complete, she gestured to the table and repeated her question. “What’s all this?”

“Dinner,” Reyna said. “I wasn’t able to figure out what your picture meant, exactly, so I pursued every interpretation.” She gestured at each individual item as she went through her list, her posture perfectly straight and serious like she was giving a mission report. “The first option was simply getting the 20 piece chicken nuggets meal from McDonald’s from the picture. I didn’t think this was likely, as they don’t have any plant-based options – I asked – so I got you some french fries and a McFlurry as well. The next option was that you simply wanted fast food in general, so I went to that burger place down the street and ordered you that black bean burger you like. Then I thought that maybe you wanted chicken nuggets, specifically, so I went to the grocery store and purchased some. They are chicken fingers, not nuggets, and will need to be cooked as the only vegetarian option they had was frozen, but I was hoping that they would do.”

Piper gaped at the table for a moment before she pressed her fingers to her mouth, tears stinging in the corners of her eyes. She sniffled, and her voice was soft when she said, “Reyna…”

Reyna’s eyes went wide, and she gently gripped Piper by her elbows. “Piper? Is there something wrong? If there was another meaning, I’m more than happy to go back out and get it for you. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

Piper let out a watery chuckle as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m very happy, I promise.”

Reyna cupped her jaw and carefully thumbed one of the tears away as her dark eyes traced over Piper’s face. “Then tell me why you’re crying. Please.”

“You’re just so sweet,” Piper sniffled. “And I’m being a big ol’ crybaby about it.”

“You’re my favorite crybaby,” Reyna said, her voice firm enough to offer no room for argument and so very earnest.

“I can tell,” Piper grinned, gesturing at the table. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Reyna. It was just a dumb picture Leo sent me and I thought it was funny. I wasn’t expecting you to journey halfway across town and back over it.”

“Oh.” Reyna looked a little embarrassed now. “I guess that’s why Leo found the whole thing so amusing.”

“You asked Leo for help?” Piper giggled.

“And then promptly told his husband to leave him, yes.”

“Why did you do that?”

Reyna scowled. “He was unwilling to help me get what you wanted, so I decided he didn’t deserve to be married.”

Piper burst out into full-on laughter then. “I love you. I love you so much. Like, holy shit.”

Reyna smiled at her, just wide enough to make her eyes sparkle. “I love you, too.”

“I can tell,” Piper said again. She grabbed the McFlurry and Reyna’s hand. “Come on. It’s cuddle time. I wanna watch Grey’s Anatomy.” That last bit was a lie, but it was worth it to see Reyna perk up in interest.

But then Reyna paused, a frown tugging at her lips. “But what about the food? It’s going to get cold.”

“We have an air fryer; we can just heat it up later,” Piper dismissed. “Right now, though, my girlfriend did one of the nicest things ever for me, and I plan to reward her by kissing her until she turns bright red and gets dizzy while we watch her favorite TV show, which is far more important. Any objections?”

Remarkably, there were none.

[magicalmanestudio]

a comprehensive guide for watching generation 1 of my little pony 🐴

when i was getting into generation 1 (link for yt playlist) the watching order was super confusing and led me to take longer to finish the show than I would have liked.

ALSO!! i loved all the little ponies so i will include the names for your help in identifying which pony is in which series!

1. Rescue At Midnight Castle (Pilot)

Featuring Firefly, Applejack, Twilight, Baby Ember, Bubbles, Moondancer, Bow Tie, Glory, Cotton Candy and Medley as well as Spike and Megan. It's important to remember the majority of the ponies featured in this short film DO NOT appear again in the other specials or the show - however this is the first appearance of Spike and Megan!!! The sea ponies are also introduced with their catchy theme music! Fun fact, if you notice an anime-esque style to the animation that would be because Toei Animation helped animate this special!

2. Escape From Catrina

Featuring an entirely new set of ponies! And this time much more baby ponies! Join Cotton Candy, Baby Cotton Candy, Sundance, Posey, Lickety-Split, Sky Dancer, Baby Surprise, Heart Throb, Baby Moondancer, Baby Glory, Sparkler, Powder and Starflower for a new adventure (of course with Spike and Megan too) This special introduces us to the Bushwoolies! Posey, Sundance, Heart Throb and Lickety Split were the only ponies to reappear in the series.

3. My Little Pony The Movie

The only full length feature film in the franchise. Did you know Danny Devito voice acts in this movie? He plays the Grundle King! The ponies in this movie are Lickety-Split, Buttons, Lofty, North Star, Gusty, Sundance, Magic Star, Fizzy, Baby Sundance, Sweet Stuff, Wind Whistler, Baby Lickety-Split, Rosedust, Shady and Baby Lofty! We also get to see the mysterious Moochick for the first time, as well as Megan's siblings Danny and Molly.

4. My Little Pony N Friends (Season 1 + 2)

Now finally the TV show! Each episode is 11 minutes in length and arc's are seperated into multiple episodes with the longest being The End of Flutter Valley with 11! Parts! (wow) There are many more types of ponies in the TV series with the regular unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies AND the return of sea ponies as well as new types: flutter ponies, big brother ponies, baby ponies (first tooth + newborn twins) and princess ponies!!!

Here's a big list of all the names of the ponies that appear in this organized by species!

Unicorns: Buttons, Fizzy, Galaxy, Baby Gusty/Gusty, Mimic, Baby Ribbon/Ribbon, and Starflower.

Pegasi: Baby Heart Throb/Heart Throb, Locket, Baby/Baby Lofty, Masquerade, Baby North Star/North Star, Paradise, Twilight, Baby Surprise/Surprise, Whizzer, and Wind Whistler.

Earth Ponies: Cherries Jubilee, Cupcake, Gingerbread, Baby Lickety-Split/Lickety-Split, Posey, Scoops, Baby Shady/Shady, Truly, and Sweet Stuff.

Flutter Ponies: Forget-Me-Not, Honeysuckle, Lily, Morning Glory, Peach Blossom and Rosedust.

Sea Ponies: Beachcomber, Ripple, Sealight, Seashimmer, Seawinkle, Surf Rider, Sun Shower, Water Lily and Wave Dancer.

Big Brother Ponies: 4-Speed, Score, Salty, Slugger, Steamer and Tex.

Baby Ponies: Baby Cuddles, Baby Bouncy, Baby Fifi, Baby Half-Note, Baby Milkweed, Baby Quackers, Baby Sleepy-Pie, Baby Snookums, Baby Tic-Tac-Toe, Baby Tiddlywinks and Baby Tumbleweed.

Princess Ponies: Princess Primrose, Princess Royal Blue, Princess Serena, Princess Sparkle, Princess Starburst and Princess Tiffany.

hope this was helpful + happy watching!!!!

[reciipes]

🍕 Homemade Mexican Pizza 🌮

🍕 Homemade Mexican Pizza 🌮

Craving something cheesy, crispy, and full of flavor? This Mexican Pizza is a fun twist on your favorite Tex-Mex meal! It’s quick, easy, and perfect for taco night! 😋

Ingredients:

1 lb lean ground beef 🥩

1 packet (1 oz) taco seasoning 🌮

1/2 cup water 💧

6 medium flour tortillas 🌯

1 can (16 oz) refried beans 🫘

1 can (10 oz) red enchilada sauce 🍅

1 cup shredded cheddar cheese 🧀

1 cup shredded pepper-jack cheese 🧀

1 Roma tomato, diced 🍅

1 green onion, diced 🧅

1 small can sliced black olives 🫒

Instructions:

Preheat oven: Set your oven to 375°F. Spray two baking sheets with non-stick spray and arrange 3 tortillas on each sheet.

Crisp the tortillas: Bake tortillas for 3-5 minutes, flip, and bake for another 2-5 minutes until golden and crispy. Set aside.

Cook the beef: In a skillet, cook and crumble the ground beef over medium-high heat. Drain the grease and add taco seasoning and water. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer for 10 minutes.

Warm the beans: Microwave the refried beans and spread a thin layer on one tortilla.

Assemble the pizza: Top with 1/3 of the meat mixture, then place another tortilla on top. Spread enchilada sauce over the tortilla, sprinkle with cheddar and pepper-jack cheese. Add diced tomato, green onion, and black olives.

Repeat: Repeat the steps to make 3 pizzas, then bake for 5 minutes or until the cheese is melted and bubbly.

Serve: Let the pizza cool slightly, then slice and enjoy! 🎉

Perfect for dinner or game night—this Mexican Pizza is the ultimate crowd-pleaser! 🌮🍕

[pupsmailbox]

SURREALISM ID PACK

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PRONOUNS︰ ?/?. ?t/?t. [redacted]/[redacted]. _/_. abandon/abandon. ap/ap. backroom/backroom. being/being. bizarre/bizarre. blank/blank. blur/blur. clock/clock. cloud/cloud. cold/cold. creature/creature. creep/creep. dark/dark. daze/daze. deja/vu. deranged/deranged. dim/dim. dream/dream. echo/echo. eerie/eerie. em/empty. empty/empt. empty/empty. end/end. entity/entity. error/error. eye/eye. familiar/familiar. film/film. flower/flower. fog/fog. forget/forget. fru/fru. ghost/ghost. glitch/glitch. h?/h?m. hollow/hollow. hx/hxm. hy/hym. illusion/illusion. ina/ina. infinite/infinite. ink/ink. jpeg/jpeg. key/key. lim/lim. lim/liminal. liminal/liminal. lost/lost. lurk/lurk. mist/mist. moss/moss. mush/mush. mush/shroom. mystery/mystery. night/night. no/exit. no/non. noir/noir. nos/nos. nostal/nostalgia. nostalgia/nostalgia. not/nothing. nothing/nothing. nox/nox. null/null. obsidian/obsidian. odd/odd. one/one. penumbra/penumbra. phantom/phantom. pitch/pitch. pop/pop. rem/ember. scythe/scythe. sh?/h?r. sha/shadow. shade/shade. shadow/shadow. shrooms/shroom. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. silhouette/silhouette. space/space. spiral/spiral. stat/stat. stat/static/static. static/static. stone/stone. strange/strange. surreal/surreal. tele/vision. th?y/th?m. that/thatthing. thing/thing. thon/thon. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tooth/tooth. tv/tv. twilight/twilight. un/canny. uncanny/uncanny. vae/vaer. vast/vast. venta/venta. voi/voi. voi/void. void/void. vor/tex. watcher/watcher. weird/weird. where?/where?. winde/winde. x/x. yellow/yellow. ⚫. ⚫️. ❓. ❔. 🌀. 🌑. 🌚. 🌫️. 🏚️. 👁️. 💭. 🕳️. 🗝️. 🚪.

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[rubykgrant]

A little MS Paint pixel drawing of me listening to the Annie musical CD, imagining powerful day-dreams of AMVs I don't know how to make... followed by another image, with me now hearing the line "Santa Clause we never see~", next to a thought-bubble of the Santa AI from RVB (other scenes include Grif getting thrashed during the Tex fight on each beat of music... hard-knock life, indeed)

[universeofdreams]

(Almost) Broken Strings Pt. 1

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Min Yoongi x fem!Reader

Genre: Some angst, a lot of flashbacks but in general rather fluffy

Warnings: I don't think there are any BUT broken instruments. Some anxiety but not more I guess. Correct me please if I'm wrong.

Wordcount: 4812 words

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Summary: You study music abroad, didn't expect to get access to an exchange program in South Korea. Moving there wasn't easy, settling wasn't easy. But you had that violin you kept close to your heart. Until someone destroys that and Min Yoongi kind of help you out with it.

Author's Note: Hellooooo y'all. I swear, I wanted to write this as one but I'm currently experiencing a bad, bad writers block. So I decided to give this to you a little earlier, promising you a second (and third?) part? I hope you like it.

Reposts and likes are highly appreciated. <3

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You grew fond of this wooden thing, after all. So fond that it was almost the unfairest thing that could ever happen to you.

Especially to you.

Maybe it was the universe that decided to work against you today or it simply was the rain – even though you normally liked rain. 

But hurrying though the streets of Seoul was unpleasing, no matter the weather. You clutched the case of your so fragile instrument tightly, hoping to shield it from any harm, whether it was the rain or the amount of people that seemingly tried to knock you down. 

The jacket you wore clung to your soaked sweater and your skin by now, despite the fabric being Gore-Tex or something, you don’t really remember. You could’ve sworn that you caught a glimpse of lightning from the corner of your right eye. The music you were listening to luckily deafened out the noise from the street but that also meant that, if it was a lightning, the thunder rolling with it would go unnoticed by you.

The reflections of the grey sky on the street made you depressed enough, you decided. And in that exact moment someone pushed you back. It wasn’t just a simple push as if someone miscalculated the distance, it was forceful.

The fact that your behind met the cold, wet pavement didn’t matter to you. What really caught your attention was the dark blue case that slipped out of your grasp and out onto the already slippery ground, tossed between feet that hurried to get away from the scene, controlled by people that didn’t even spare a second glance what was going on down there.

You cursed the Korean mindset of minding their own businesses.

And you cursed out loud, paired with the raw sound of despair.

“Shit, no, fuck!”

You ached to get back on your feet to get to your violin but something blocked your view – no, someone. 

A tall man dressed in a black suit stood at your feet, his broad frame shielding what was happening behind him. You saw feet hurrying down the street but that didn’t matter to you. Your eyes flicked from the (now destroyed) case of your instrument to the man that stood in front of you. 

He was the one that pushed you over. 

And usually, you were a very peaceful person, your friends would even describe you as weirdly calm but rage bubbled inside you. Your throat felt tight as you decided to at least make this man aware of what he did. 

Swallowing the lump that was forming, you got up, took a deep breath and started screaming at the man, who looked dangerously similar to a bodyguard.

“How could you!”, was the first thing that came to your mind as you made your way – this time forcefully and eager – to the broken case, picked it up and shoved in the dark-haired male’s face.

Who didn’t even spare you a glance.

He looked straight through you.

Why would someone do this? Why would someone be so heartless to destroy a students’ instrument and then ignore them like all of this didn’t happen? 

What were you supposed to do now? You were on your way to a rehearsal with your favourite professor, excited to show him the improvement on your piece. How your intonation got cleaner, a little crispier and how you weren’t focused on the theoretical part anymore. 

And you were already running late but showing up without an instrument would even disappoint Mr. Kim. And you didn’t come to Seoul to fuck it all up and disappoint people. 

Even now, tears brimming in your eyes, the man didn’t react. Didn’t say a single word. As if he was made of stone, he didn’t move a single muscle. You could feel the tears roll down your cheeks and mix with the rain that fell down from the sky. 

It simply wasn’t fair. How could you even afford a new instrument?

No, you didn’t even want a new instrument. It wouldn’t sound the same plus it wouldn’t hold the memories yours did. 

How your grandpa smiled at you when giving it to you. 

You were just a child, freshly fourteen years old and since your grandfather wasn’t able to play his violin anymore, he passed it on to you. He trusted you with the one thing he had and kept him sane the moment you were born. Every time he and grandma had no idea how to stop your cries, he got out his violin and started playing lullabies. And each time you were wrapped in a cosy blanket and away from your mum, you had a good reason to cry. 

As you got older, he played less and less, finding it harder and harder to bring up the strength to play. One day you sat in his armchair, listening to grandma and grandpa cook something in the kitchen, the words that made your grandpa promise you something, came out of your mouth.

“Grandpa, I want to play the violin too.”

He was so excited when telling your parents about this that afternoon and he was even more excited when you were old enough that his own would fit you.

Tears prickled down your face as you held the almost broken instrument in your hands, not even wanting to imagine how disappointed your granddad would’ve been.

That’s when he noticed you. 

For everyone else it would’ve been hard to differentiate if you were crying like a fan or if there was an issue but not for him. He knew exactly that his presence wasn’t the reason for your tears. 

A pair of dark brown eyes shot you a glace – only for a second or two, but the person that was walking behind the ‘makes-poor-students-sad-and-wears-a-suit-man’ actually noticed you. And he apparently also noticed what was in your hands. 

But that didn’t matter to you, you had things worse that were clouding your mind. Only when you snapped out of your trance, the person was gone. Not entirely, because he was passing something onto one of the bodyguards while entering a van. 

After the men and apparently their bodyguards left, the excitement died down and all the fans left. But you stood there, the broken pieces of your memories in hand. 

But one of the men that were shielding the group of people approached you. He made his way towards you with longs strides and held something in his hands for you to take. It was a small paper, a little scrambled.

Contemplation was one of your biggest habits. You weren’t so sure if the man was trustworthy but, after glancing down at the broken case, you shrugged and took the crumbled paper to save it from the ongoing rain.

Before you could ask what that was about, the man left. And you stood there, almost soaked, broken violin in hand a note in your hand. You kept it hidden in your hand because shoving it in your pocket would ruin too and that would have the same effect as spilling wine on a perfectly white shirt.

But your professor still welcomed you, when you reached the auditorium ten minutes before the class would end. He gave you a compassionate smile and gestured you to enter the room and sit. After every other of your fellow students left, Mr. Kim sat down next to you and opened the case, hissing after seeing the extent of your incident. 

“No good day today, huh?”, he said and closed the case again, knowing it would just hurt you to look at that destroyed instrument for too long.

“Don’t worry about this class, please. I know you’re good, I won’t let you fail it because of such unlucky things. I will exempt you for the upcoming seminars.”

Mr. Kim was the most understanding teacher you met in your entire life. Despite you two met two weeks ago when you arrived in Seoul, he instantly knew music was your passion and you didn’t study it to impress your parents or someone else. The way you carried yourself in class and how you read sheet music like others read books, he saw himself in you. And it took him no time to admit that you were one of his favourite students.

He pushed you and showed you how good you really were. How others could only dream of having the capacity to make music like you did. But he never spilled his thoughts. He kept them, in case you needed them the most. And adapting and finding a new instrument is hard, especially for someone like you. He figured it would be about time when you found a way to play again.

Mr. Kim left the room shortly after to fetch some lunch and you didn’t realise your fist was still clenched around the note. 

Some fine hangul and a phone number.

Since your Korean was terrible you decided to simply dial the number and see what would happen.

After a few seconds someone picked up the phone and a deep but warm voice spoke to you.

“Yun Seoul Instrument Repair, how can I help you?”, the man on the other side asked.

A bit perplexed you stared at the note, hoping to soon find out what was written on there.

“Hello?”, he asked, wondering who was calling him. 

You snapped back, realising that you haven’t said a word so far.

“Uhm, hello, Mr.! I got your phone number from a friend and I had kind of… an accident with my violin.”, you stammered.

A knowing gasp came out of the phone speaker.

“Oh, yes! Your friend reached out to me. I’ll send you the address, come around if you’d like.”, he offered.

His declaration made your heart beat a little faster. Maybe there was a way of fixing that sweet broken soul of your instrument. And while your mind was unexpectantly pessimistic, your heart yearned for a way to fix it.

A minute later, your phone buzzed again. It was the number you called.

‘Wausan-ro 21-gil, Hongdae’

You grabbed your stuff and made the decision to use the metro, in case to prevent further damage and also to not get soaked again. Thankfully the route passed your flat so you were able to change into some dry clothes before following the route that your phone suggested.

When you reached the relatively small alleyway, the rain was almost gone and you were able to take in the different stores and building on your way there. Some cupboards filled with delicacies, others were plastered with advertisements and most were houses, accommodating families.

You didn’t expect to study abroad in Seoul and you didn’t even think of it for a second back home. Your life was exactly what you wanted, being a music major was all you’ve ever dreamt of. But that your professor back home registered you for a ‘Study Abroad’ program behind your back made you mad back then. And soon after you boarded a plane to South Korea, your destination was the Incheon Airport. 

And let’s be real, leaving your hometown to live and study in a city you don’t even know sounds pretty crazy, so you decided on firstly staying three months only. You could still request an extension after all but you’d keep that opportunity for yourself.

Soon the wooden sign came into view, which was painted with pretty hangul letters.

You entered the small shop and the smell of aged wood and varnish filled your senses. A small bell rang, signalling the owner that a new customer arrived. 

The store was filled with instruments, whether it was flutes or celli, but also some violins were displayed in their delicate boxes.

As you looked around, a dark-haired, probably middle-aged man hurried up the stairs from the basement and came to a halt, as he saw you. 

He expected someone young, but he didn’t quite think of a student. 

“Is this the Yun Seoul Repair Shop?”, you asked the man while looking over your shoulder.

Indeed, it was the same accent he heard on the phone a little earlier. And so he nodded , introduced himself as Mr. Yun and walks you to the small presentation-table in the centre of the room, gesturing you to show him the problem in your hands. 

When you opened up the case, he gasped. And let me tell you, when you’re bringing your instrument in for repair and the luthier gasps, it’s worse than you thought.

But it wasn’t worse, it was exactly what you had expected. 

“Oh, dear…”, he muttered, taking the many broken pieces in his hands. 

You knew. 

You were fucked.

And your violin too, in the worst way possible.

“This might take me some time.”, he offered with a sign. 

The bell rang, signalling that someone entered the store. Through the reflection of one of the showcases you were able to faintly make out a person dressed in a black jacket, wearing a hat and a mask.

Since your knowledge of the Korean language was already limited, following a conversation was even harder. 

But when you’re met with the exact same brown eyes as earlier today, your stomach twisted. He saw you and pulled his mask down to talk to the owner of the store properly now. 

His skin was bright, exactly what all the skin care models wished for. A faint smile was tugging at his lips and his eyes had a fair hint of mischief in them. Only when his gaze fell to the case that was folded open on the desk, the expression on his face crumbled into something more distant, almost cold.

“Is this yours?”, he asked you, voice a little hushed but still almost a bit too firm.

You nodded as a confirmation, and he shook his head.

“So sorry about that.”, he said shortly and turned around to talk to the owner again.

If only you’d know that he was beating himself up for not preventing the incident with the bodyguard. His bodyguard. Well, technically he didn’t belong to Yoongi nor was he hired only for the purpose to protect him, but entirely BTS.

And it was a misery that he wasn’t able to fix what his fans destroyed but yet here he was, he at least wanted you to get it fixed. 

Of course, he saw how you were shoved out of the way. Of course, he saw how the bodyguard sent the case of your instrument flying but no matter what he would’ve done, it probably would’ve just made it worse. And the idea of having one of the suited men hand you a simple note, no name, nothing else, eased his mind a little. And when he called the owner beforehand, Mr. Yun, the owner, promised to tell him if you’d call in. 

He wouldn’t have known any other way that you’d be here right now and he was very grateful for knowing Mr. Yun closer. 

Mr. Yun now shuffled around, until he saw a model that suit you and the probably very high expectations you had, judging by what you’ve played before. 

He came back with a violin in his right hand, in the left he held a bow. Normal people would think your broken one and the one he held in hands were the exact same but to you they weren’t.

Firstly, the memories.

Secondly the colour. It was a little lighter, a little more reddish and when you took it into your hands, the wood wasn’t as light as the one you had before.

Thirdly, the sound. While the sound of Mr. Yuns violin was full and warm, you preferred edgy, spiralling sounds. You liked how violins could sound like singing saws or sirens, it made them mystical. But you also knew that if you’d keep looking for an instrument as close as possible to the now destroyed one, you’d leave the store without one. 

Which wasn’t your plan.

And so you placed the delicate instrument between your jaw and your shoulder, reaching for the bow and brushing it over the strings. 

And to be real, Yoongi knew what strings sounded like. He records them himself, after all. But to be fair, they were nothing but synthesizer-sounds. He knew very well that actually playing the violin was hard, at least he expected it to be hard. 

But his head snapped towards you when you started playing something. Actually playing a piece. He didn’t recognise it but Mr. Yun did.

“Humoresque! What a beautiful piece.”, he said and pouted when you stopped playing and handing him the violin back. The man made his way back and made it his mission to find a violin that suited your wishes.

Yoongi was starstruck. 

The strings he used for his songs sounded utterly different. Sometimes more of a soundscape, other times just to accentuate chords. But hearing that delicate instrument almost sing under your grip made the clouds in his mind disappear. 

Music is a broad topic, you both knew. But it was unexpected for him. He had no exact reason to even not think you’d be good and yet he wasn’t quite sure what to make out of you when he first saw you. How you clenched your jaw when the bodyguard wasn’t looking at you.

To be honest, he thought you were a fan first. But when he saw your gaze flicking to the floor over and over, he looked too. 

And as a man of the music, his heart clenched at the sight.

He deeply felt sorry, felt bad about how these men treated your passion. And usually he wasn’t one to pay too much attention to his surroundings when they were guided out of a building, but today something was off. 

The way it ate him up, even when the van swiftly left the entire chaos behind. The way it gnawed on him.

Why did he let that happen?

But Mr. Yun interrupted his train of thoughts, rushing past him. Another instrument in hand, this one looked a little more delicate to him. And it definitely suited you, at least from the looks.

The wood was warm in your hands, light but sturdy. And you genuinely liked the colour too. It wasn’t as reddish as the one before and definitely the curves were delicately carved.

And the sound was your thing too. And Mr. Yun noticed as soon as you played the first note. Of course, he recognised the piece you played, the skilled musician he was. Pietro Locatelli was one of his all-time favourite composers after all. 

The delicate sound of the picked violin echoed through the room and Yoongi felt as if he was floating. Usually, he was too oblivious to even recognise when he felt like this but this time he knew on what to blame it. Music was a way to get into his heart and – to be quite frankly – you seemed to have the mind of one. 

How you intonate each note, how fragile some and others so sharp sounded. It was no mystery that he appreciated the art and what it brought, he was listening to music most of the time after all. And sometimes it didn’t even matter what played in his earphones – as long as it was surrounding him. As long as he could sit back and let his mind be engulfed by music. 

And that’s what he did right now. He stood there, closed eyes, listening to the so lovely sound of your play. And he missed how such a delicate – almost as delicate as your instrument of choice – smile crept into your face. 

But Mr. Yun didn’t miss it. He saw all of it. How you were a little unsure first, when you started playing, but the more and more you played of one of his favourite pieces, he saw how playing this filled your heart with joy. Playing this with his violin.

And you caught Min Yoongi off-guard, when you stopped playing and accidentally looking right over to him.

His eyes snapped open and the heat crept up his ears, which turned a sweet shade of pink. 

He had to swallow once – twice – to prevent a lump forming in his throat.

Mr. Yun on the other side was amazed by you. He smiled widely, grabbing the case of the broken misery and bringing it in a staff room and made a mental note to further determine the reparation later.

You, on the hand, were standing in his small shop, expensive violin in hand and too flabbergasted to know what to do with it. 

When the luthier came back with a new case and took the violin out of your hands to place it delicately in the velvety plush.

Yoongi, who was still frozen in place, now had at least an idea what to say to you.

“You play- beautifully.”, he muttered and scratched his neck. 

Wow, great, Min Yoongi. The oh so famous rapper and producer Agust D and BTS’ Suga didn’t come up with more than this?!

It sent him elsewhere when you gave him that sheepish smile of yours and bowed to him with a ‘thank you so much!’. 

Thank god he didn’t forget that you basically didn’t know any Korean. It would’ve been even more embarrassing for him. At least it seemed like you didn’t really were aware of who he was. But he didn’t get his hopes up. People always find out in the end.

“As long as your instrument is here with me, you’re free to take this one home. I know you’ll take care of it.”, Mr. Yun offered and when your jaw practically hit the floor, Yoongi couldn’t contain his snorting. 

“Thank you, sir! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”, you exclaimed, bowing exactly seven times to the man in front. 

You were stunned.

You knew that your violin was a good one but the one he offered you was definitely worth more. That didn’t really matter to you, unless a strangers’ hands it to you, trusting you with it. 

It’s an honour to you.

He asked for your name, that he could write it on a post-it for his employee, in case young Jihyun (that’s what he called him), wanted to reorganise his shop (again).

When you and Yoongi left the store together, he pulled his mask up again, hiding half of his face below it. Didn’t concern you so far, you sometimes wore a mask here too, pollution was one of the good reasons.

But when he put on some sunglasses, despite the sky still being clouded from the earlier rain, you got suspicious.

“Whether the sky nor I shine bright enough for sunglasses.”, you informed him while tilting your head and he mentally slapped himself for not thinking this through. 

“It’s- uh-“, think, Min Yoongi, think. 

But Min Yoongi was indeed not thinking. Well, not thinking of things that made sense apparently.

“My eyes are a little sensitive, UV lighting, you know.”, he said. 

And you weren’t an intruder, you brushed it off.

“Where do you live?”, he asked, looking around.

It was just five minutes from here and Yoongi decided that a short walk wouldn’t hurt. But he indeed texted his driver where to pick him up and when. 

You two walked to your flat in silence but you’d consider it as comfortable silence. When you reached the front door of the apartment complex your Airbnb was located in, you set the case down carefully.

“Mr. Yun told me on the phone that a friend of mine reached out to him.”, you started off and Yoongi gulped. He forgot about that part.

“I assume you were that friend, right?”

And he was lucky that he shoved his hands in his pockets a little earlier but if you’d see how he clenched his fists, you’d know your assumption was definitely right.

“Huh? No, I know Mr. Yun, he’s a friend of my mother.”, he said. And it wasn’t even a lie. The luthier was indeed a friend of his mother. That’s why Yoongi exactly knew who could help you.

Surprise flooded your features and you nodded along.

“What’s your name?”, you asked him now. 

“Yoongs.”

The answer was simple and despite your lack of knowledge of Korean culture, suspicion settled in the pit of your stomach. But you decided to not ask him about it.

“It was nice meeting you, Yoongs. Thanks for taking me home.”, you started, his eyes softening.

He shrugged, an action that should resemble a ‘You’re welcome’. The decision was made, knowing he’d spill more if he kept talking. He’d actually reveal himself. And he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want you to like him because he was famous or because he was rich. Maybe he was afraid you’d like one of his hyungs more, like Jungkook. Tall, built Jungkook with the voice of an angel.

Or maybe Namjoon, the super smart man that would stand up for you any second, if you just squirmed.

But he wasn’t his hyungs and it was nagging him.

It was nagging him so much, that he was still thinking about it when his driver parked in front of him and your voice was gone behind the thick door to the stairs.

The drive back was silent. Yoongi didn’t speak to the people driving him most of the time. It was his time to think, after all. He sat back and there it was, the train of thoughts.

All that while you wrapped yourself in the blanket and sunk into the mattress. Today was awful enough.

Awful enough as in disgustingly awful. A day you’d rather spent in bed, not doing anything at all.

And then you snatched your phone off of the night stand and opened google.

‘Yoongs seoul south korea’, you typed into the search.

And there it was.

The answer was right in front of your eyes.

Thousands of pictures of so-called “Min Yoongi”.

And your instinct proved you right. He was suspicious, indeed. And it was definitely him, you’d recognise those eyes every single time. 

But what shocked you even more was that he was a big deal everywhere. Not just in South Korea but worldwide. 

You switched to Instagram, searching for his name and his profile popped up.

49M followers.

Oh, you felt sick to your stomach.

But instead of being disappointed, you were excited. Maybe it was the name, but Min Yoongi rolled of your tongue way better than Yoongs and you actually liked his name. It suits him.

And you couldn’t resist sending him a message.

‘So, Yoongs is your alias or something?’, you typed.

The moment Yoongi read the message, his smile dropped. She found out soon. Way too soon.

He wanted to apologise, to tell her why he lied to her but ended up typing something he’d cringe over later anyways.

‘Some kind of nickname’

‘Oh, really? You could’ve told me’

‘I’m sorry.’

And he was sorry. It felt like it all was going downhill and he clutched the phone in his hands so hard, his knuckles turned white.

‘It’s okay, don’t worry. Had to google you first anyways’

He chuckled. Did you really not know him? He already had his answer, you didn’t recognise you back in the store when he pulled his mask down, that could’ve been answer enough for his overthinking mind.

And then, in a blink another notification rolled in. And another.

‘y/nslifewithkeychanges followed you.’

‘Btw… My class is planning a concert. Now that I know you’re famous I feel ridiculous to ask you such boring things but-‘

‘Would you like to come?’

Silence. Yoongi sat on the couch in their living room, his hyungs somewhere around here. Well, Jungkook and Taehyung were also on the couch but controllers clutched in hands, mashing the buttons to fight a monster in that random multiplayer game they bought earlier today.

Lucky him that they were caught up with something so simple while he was squirming in his seat, determining if he should agree and come around for your concert or not. 

Until Namjoon came home, threw his jacket on the rack and his bag in a random corner.

“Hey, boys, I’m home!”, he spoke and noticed Tae and Jungkook, but also Yoongi.

And Yoongi’s appearance? 

Not normal.

His shoulders were slouched and the grasp on his phone was noticeable tight, while he was looking out the window, past Kook and Tae. His right leg was bouncing up and down, a great indicator for the anxiety rising within this young man.

‘Sure, when, where?’

You quickly texted him back, giving him all necessary information, adding the dress code. 

It was a date, you’d see each other in four days. All dressed up, he’d even see you perform and it made you more than excited. 

[datenightfright]

hi, I love your stories especially the Godzilla x readers, it made me a monster lover even today. So, I was wondering if you could do a multi-slashers x a reader who may seem innocent and sweet on the surface, but when something happens, they discover that the reader is just like them. Future partner in crime?

Aw, Thank you! Woof, I haven't gotten a mutli-slasher ask in a while. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this! (Also, you didn't specify who, so I just chose my favorites.)

Thomas Hewitt: Tommy looks at the man hanging from the hooks, feeling rage bubbling within his gut. He had been a handsome blond who felt the need to make a gross comment about your body. Tommy knew he was destined to be cattle, but it seems as though someone had gotten to him first. That just pissed him off even more.

"Hey," The sound of your voice startles him. You walk out from behind the blubbering idiot, apron tied around your torso, wiping your hands. "It was hell getting him up there, but I think I did ok. Mind helping me process?" You ask, flashing him one of your winning smiles. Tommy blink, slowly coming to terms with what's happening. He nods, taking the meat cleaver you offered him, the pretty boys' pleas falling on def ears. If Tommy had the mind to talk, he'd tell you in that moment he loved you. But something in him said you already knew.

Tex Sawyer: You were the one person Tex ordered Alfredo not to harass. You'd gotten a job at the gas station, he guessed in a last ditch effort to make some money. He was glad you'd had. You were perfect, and he had a hard time not flirting with you when he came in. Color him surprised when one day and enterprising thief decided to rob the place.

Before Tex or Alfredo could react, you leapt over the counter, surprising everyone. What happened next was a flurry of cuss words, flying fists, and brain matter on the floor. When you straiten up you still look a little unhinged, but damned in Tex didn't fall completely in love with you in that moment. "Bad day?" He asks. You shrug, giving the now dead thief a kick. "You could say that." Tex takes the bandana around his neck off and wipes some blood off your face. "Would you like to come to dinner?" He asks you. You smile, "I'd love to."

Hannibal Lecter: Hannibal pops the meat in his mouth, taking a moment to savor the familiar flavor of pork. He looks at you, surprised at the complexity of flavor you've managed to pull of. You pay him no mind, going through the case file he put in front of you. You, like Will Graham, were a specialist the FBI called on regularly. You'd been in the middle of lunch, offering him a plate of food as well.

"Who was he?" Lecter asked. Your intense eyes snapped to his. "Beg pardon?" He motions to the dish, "Who was he?" He asks again. You frown and go back to the case files. "And unimportant irritant in my life." You said, not bothering to hide the fact that you clearly fed him human meat. Hannibal takes another bit of the meal, inhaling in pleasure at the taste. "You must give me the recipe." You finally smile, eyes still not moving off the pictures in front of you. "I'll see to it that you get it Dr. Lecter."

"Please," He says, "Call me Hannibal."

[arlemangel7]

Verosika mayday x black fem! Succubus reader

I feel like yall would get ready together she would be the last to wake up and you'd have to wake her up with some freshly brewed coffee.

She's pretty hard to Crack but once you do she is all melty in the center. She is a cuddler, has that scary girlfriend energy. Like yall would be out and you'd be dancing on each other and just being a cute ass couple when you tell her you're going to get a drink you obviously ask if she wants something she gives you a nod and a kiss and sends you off with a slap on the ass(cuz duh). While your over there you just ordered your drinks and are waiting for them to be ready when a guy comes up to you and starts flirting and getting alittle handsy. Now you're alot nicer then your girlfriend so you tell him your not interested but he doesn't seem to take the hint and the bartender is moving at a snails pace so he moves in closer, this causes you to back up into someone. "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry" you start to say but feel a familiar grip on your hips, you look up to find V(verosika) staring daggers into this man's face. If looks could kill he would have been in double hell by now.

V's pov.

After you went to the bar one of her succubi came over and struck up a conversation, as they talked she glanced over to where you were and found something less then pleasing(now she is alot taller the. You and the sky high heels she wears doesn't exactly hurt the difference so she can see pretty well over the crowd) so when she sees this ingrate imp basically harassing you she is ALOT less then pleased, halting the conversation with tex and noding over that way she saunters over to the bar and placed herself directly behind you. And she catches you gripping your hips as you back into her. Not taking her eyes off the cum stain that had the miss fortune of flirting with what was hers.

Your pov.

"Oh hey babe" you say giving her the 'help me' expression, picking up immediately starts to play up the she's mine act. "Hey y/n, whos your friend, hm?" She says bending down and nestling into your neck placing seductive kisses down it un-apologetically while making direct I contact with his as you quietly moan from the sensation "mm, I don't know him, shall we go?" You say melting into her affections "aren't we waiting on drinks?" She says pointedly at the bartender pulling away to look into that direction. "Here you are ms.mayday. apologies for the wait" he says frightened and bowing "thank you, and just a piece of advice." She bends down to his level making sure he is making eye contact "this is my girlfriend whatever she wants she gets, do NOT make her wait this long ever again or else I'll have you hung upside down and edged until you're nothing but a pathetic crying mess. And as for you," She says directly to the man that was flirting with you she says stepping in front of you backing him into a hard chest behind him. The figure grabs him. "this is tex he is going to show you why, you don't want me to ask you to leave her alone. Tex?" Now all tex really did was through him out of the back of club but he looked to terrified to even move so I think it's a win.

After that yall danced and mingled for a few more hours and then came home learn decompress and relax. I feel like you would have a really huge bathroom and you'd be kneeling or sitting on the counter right next to her while taking make up off and the. Take a bubble bath together after doing your night time skin and hair routine. You'd introduce her to a proper hair care routine and she introduce you to the best skin care known to l kind after.

that yall would crash in fluffy robes and a pillow nest ready to start the day all over again tomorrow.

As always thoughts are mine characters are not

I've been dying to write something on verosika and I'm happy did let me know if you want to see anything

Signing off for now 💋💋

[anincompletelist]

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written for the word prompt: thunder

“Can I sleep on your floor?” 

Half-awake, Henry blinks the sleep from his eyes and squints at his new roommate, clad in a checkered pajama set and clutching a blanket tight to his chest outside of his bedroom door. 

“What?” he rasps. 

“Fuck. Sorry. I should’ve explained first,” Alex curses, dragging a shaky hand through his hair. “Look, I’m really sorry to wake you up in the middle of the night but there’s this storm that came through after we went to sleep and it’s just— I don’t— I don’t do thunder.” 

“You don’t… do thunder,” Henry repeats. Part of him is still convinced he’s dreaming. It’s the only way he’d imagined Alex would ever show up at his bedroom door in the dead of night. But during his move-in interview, Henry had admittedly pictured him less ashen and visibly trembling when it happened. 

“Like, loud noises,” Alex elaborates with a jerky shrug, talking so quickly that Henry struggles to understand him. “Usually I make arrangements but I didn’t know the rain was coming and—”

Before he can finish, another round of the storm bears down outside, a flash of lightning and then an angry, rumbling line of thunder. Alex’s eyes squeeze shut and he drops the blanket to the floor to clutch his hands over his ears instead, a stark contrast from the confident, bubbly person he’d been at dinner hours before, eager to get to know Henry over beers and his homemade Tex-Mex. 

Henry wakes up a little more at the sight of it, dropping down to scoop up the soft blanket and toss it back around Alex’s shoulders, putting a hand on his hip and pulling him through the open bedroom door. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he’s saying, over and over again as Henry leads him to the bed. “Can I sleep on your floor? I’m sorry, I—” 

“Alex,” Henry stops him. “It’s alright. You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, no. You can’t sleep on the floor. This is your room.” 

The sky rumbles outside and he quickly goes back on his decision, diving sideways to burrow himself beneath Henry’s duvet. David grumbles a bit at being woken up, then promptly rearranges himself right up by Alex’s snuffling nose on the pillows with a curious sniff. 

With a delirious, lopsided smile, Henry grabs the extra one and a clean blanket and heads for the rug. 

“Wait,” he hears from the pile of his sheets. He glances up at Alex’s eyes, the only thing visible from under the blanket, and raises a brow. “You can— it’s a big bed. Just— you can sleep on the other side.” 

Henry hesitates for a moment. “I— are you certain?” 

“I mean, it’s fine with me.” Alex slides both hands over his face. “Fuck. This is not how our first night as roommates was supposed to go. I’m so sorry, Henry. You probably think I’m, like, insane.” 

His smile grows a lot less lopsided and a lot more fond as he crosses back over to the bed, slipping quietly into his own side. He lays facing Alex, David nestled between them, and thinks about how nice it is to have someone around again. 

“I don’t think you’re insane.” 

“Right,” Alex huffs a shaky laugh, his eyes still wide as he blinks, but shivering lessening. “Just don’t kick me out, okay? M’not usually like this. I promise. I’m really cool.” 

Henry presses a grin into his pillow just as Alex’s fingers start lightly tracing over David’s ears in a steady back and forth, tugging him closer to his chest. 

“Either’s fine with me, I think,” he murmurs. 

“You’re always welcome in my bed too, y’know.” Henry’s eyebrows fly into his hairline as Alex rushes to correct himself, a flush spreading on his cheeks. “I mean— fuck. Holy shit I am so not playing this cool right now,” he breathes. “I just meant, like, if you ever have any weird shit that you’re scared of, I— I’m here for you too, I mean. For— for a long time, I hope.” 

Beneath the covers, Henry’s heart does an odd little flip-flop in his chest, almost like something thawing and chipping away, a new layer presenting itself underneath. He raises a hand to pet David as well, and he doesn’t move away when their fingers brush. Alex smiles softly, even as the thunder rolls quietly outside the window. 

“I’d like that very much, Alex.” 

Pez had been right, not that Henry would ever admit it to him. Finding a roommate was a very, very good idea.

[redratt]

women be scheming

some sketches -- Sylvie the Lamia taking her oath of service in 1993 before being embraced into the fold (in my setting / headcanon, the Cappadocians have been alive the whole time, a few of them managing to feign death and slowly build up a secret clan presence. In v5 stuff, she's a Lamia, and as such is in the Hecata, but ... uh lol. Lmao, even. Old grudges die hard, especially when you're raised to believe that your purpose is putting other vampires to the sword to even out blood spilled over the centuries). she's warm, bubbly, and works as a librarian.

the second one is of Kadi (left) and Tex (right), a pair of Thinbloods (Caitiff and Lasombra respectively). Tex's embrace was a deliberate insult to the Tremere who she worked under, an elder by name of Ruxandra; turning her favorite ghoul into a Thinblooded Lasombra spin-off was a petty slap after centuries of feuding between Ruxandra and Bianca (a Lasombra, old as hell, just a cunning little jackass on Death and the Soul).

Kadi, meanwhile, was embraced because the guy who killed her felt really bad about killing a human when he ate. So he turned her as an act of mercy! Or at least he thought it was an act of mercy but you know how it goes sometimes on this bitch of an earth.

They're friends!

The guy they killed in that picture is a ghoul who kept sexually harassing Tex, so they chopped him up and all that good stuff. Again, you know how it is.

These are both based, pose wise, off of Artemisia Gentileschi paintings.

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - MOMENTS

***Blitzø is still in the hospital for this bit. Post “I love you”s.***

“Hey… Loony?”

“Yeah?” Loona didn’t look up from scrolling on her phone.

“Totally weird question… But um…” Blitzø cleared his throat. “Did anyone ELSE visit me?”

He felt bad breaking the comfortable silence they’d been sharing. But he’d been stewing over this weird feeling for a while and he just needed to know.

“What do you mean?” Loona raised an eyebrow and peeked up from her phone.

“I mean like…” Blitzø averted his gaze and scratched his cheek. “Other than you guys? The M&Ms, Fizz and Oz, Stolas…”

Loona uncrossed her ankles, swung her legs off the bed and sat up.

“Ah…” She put her phone face down on the bed and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

Maybe I don’t wanna know the answer…

“So?” He said sheepishly.

“Uh…” Loona sat up straight and began absentmindedly smoothing out the sheets on the bed in front of her. “Yeah, actually.”

Blitzø’s stomach did a weird flip.

“…Who?” He swallowed hard.

“Well.” Loona paused. “I thought it was really weird. But Tex asked if I’d make sure the room was empty for like twenty minutes, so that Verosika could stop by… I thought he was shitting me… But no. She came.”

Blitzø felt like he was hearing her through a tunnel.

F*ck. How the f*ck did I know that?

Loona peeked over at Blitzø.

“I hope that’s ok?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” He said offhandedly. Blitzø felt weirdly numb, unsure what to say. “I mean I still have all my parts so she clearly didn’t do any damage, ha ha.”

“Mmm. Why’d you ask?” Loona raised an eyebrow.

“Huh? Oh…” Blitzø stammered, caught off guard. “I dunno. I feel like I had this weird dream that she visited.”

“Huh.” Loona picked up her phone and settled back into her chair and started scrolling. “That IS weird.”

***

“I’m going to get us all something to eat.” Stolas stood and squeezed Blitzø’s hand. “I’ll be right back.”

Blitzø watched Stolas swish out the door and smiled to himself.

Once he was sure Stolas was gone he turned to Loona and Octavia.

“Could I ask you girls a favour?”

Loona and Octavia looked up at Blitzø from their phones, eyebrows raised.

“I want you to find me something if you can. Probably at that weird store you both like so much.”

They both looked at him, confused.

“With the dead animals?”

“Stylish Occult,” they said in unison.

“Whatever,” he waved it off. “Here’s what I’d like you to get for me, if you can….”

***

Blitzø woke later to the sound of an incoming message. He reached over and groggily unlocked his phone.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked away the blurriness of sleep to find a message from Verosika. More accurately, a message of photos.

He opened the message.

The first photo was of a creepy plush jackalope, dressed up to look like Blitzø. Little jacket, boots and gloves.

Excellent craftsmanship. Five stars. Great job girls.

A little note was tied around its neck: “Hi! My name is Blitzo! Please mutilate me! I deserve it!”

Nice. Nice.

The next one showed the Blitzalope stabbed through with a carving knife.

Deserved.

The next had it rammed in a large pile of shit - which Blitzø assumed was more than likely horse shit.

Mhmm… Yup. Very apropos.

Another had the Blitzalope squished under the tire of Verosika’s pink pussy-wagon.

Clever.

And in the last photo you could see Verosika’s hand flipping the Blitzalope the bird, while the plush was being pissed on by a queef on the sidewalk.

HA! Classic.

Blitzø smiled to himself

He was startled when he saw a speech bubble pop up with those three little dots.

Oh f*ck… What’s she gunna say…

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst.

His phone pinged.

“More useful than you ever were.”

Blitzø smiled and chuckled to himself.

I’m glad you like it, Ver… You’ll get a proper apology one of these days... I promise.

*****

[rubykgrant]

If each RvB character (or you could just do the Blood Gulch Crew) was an AI, what would their trait be? What one word defines each of them?

I had this little vague idea for a Sim Trooper/Freelancer/AI Swap AU; that is, the Freelancers were all regular Sim Troopers in Blood Gulch, the AI were humans who were the actual Freelancers (all with code-names for the Greek Alphabet), and the original Reds and Blues were AI Fragments! Church was still the Alpha, but after taking his memories away, other scientists in the UNSC wanted the Director to DO something actually useful with the AI, so they stuck him in a robot body and told him he was "Agent Alpha". He has a reputation for always surviving terrible situations (so people that don't actually know him think he's so bad-ass and cool... but he just keeps not dying because he's already an AI). He also has a habit of getting really lucky with technology (again, he's doing AI stuff, but he doesn't KNOW he's doing it). The Director also put the Beta AI in a robot body, but decided to keep her safe from dangerous situations, and she got sent to a Sim Trooper base (ironically, Tex and Carolina get along really well over there on Blue Team).

In this scenario, when Alpha created the Fragments, they didn't originally have designations to help him deal with problems, but each was meant to be a companion (which I think the original Fragments also would have been, if SOMEBODY hadn't been a jerk about taking them away), and thus had "people names". Even with their memories erased, they still hold on to the names Alpha used. Tucker is sort of the Epsilon, because he holds on to all the memories, and refuses to forget. As AI Assistants to the Freelancers, the Fragments are given designations to help identify what their strengths and traits-

Caboose is Friendship (come on, what else~).

Simmons, ironically, could also be Ambition (though, unlike Sigma's ambition for himself, with Simmons it is more like "the ambition to live up to other people's expectations, hoping for their approval/attention". it's a nice way of calling him a suck-up with anxiety).

Sarge can be Determination (whatever idea he has, he just goes full-throttle on it).

Grif is Relaxation (the scientists think he's just "the lazy Fragment", but he reminds people to take a break, calm down, eat/sleep... he's actually VERY important).

Donut can be Drama (is he happy? then he's gonna be JOYOUS. is he angry? then he's gonna be FURIOUS. also, he likes to gossip).

Since Omega is a Freelancer, Doc and O'Malley are a pair of duo AI, maybe they can be Kindness and Mischievous (you need them both to balance things out; Doc can be so eager to help, he ignores personal harm. O'Malley is not entirely "selfish", but tempers the selfless reflex with some caution, and also provides an outlet for anger/unhappy thoughts. if you never voice your problems, they just bubble up. together, they give new meaning to the phrase "kill them with kindness").

Kai is Indulgence (party-party-party!).

Tucker is Hope (no matter how small it seems, hope is hard to kill~)