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haaii i saw this quiz n i immediately thought abt u ! https://uquiz.com/quiz/fOjkwO?p=5742788

Ahh this was fun! Thank you for sharing!

Which Little Jellycat are you?

I got this and it is accurate...

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Kellie Smith

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as if ash hasn't been through enough! army of darkness design i've had on my mind for a bit ✧˖°.

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"I should have known not to give in"

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Night of the Witch

Papa IV x(implied) Witch!reader

SUMMARY: myths have always circulated the ministry but copia only really believes in one about a witch

Warning: talk of death and dying copia being lowkey a hopeless romantic,

(Before I disappeared off the face of the earth, I really wanted to write some sort of eternal lovers/rediscovered lovers, and now, hahaha, now I have the chance! does this fit lore? No, i dont think so, but Baba booie, also if this does good, feel free to request past Papa versions of this)

Didn't have the motivation to finish this completely but New ghost song made me wanna post so

Enjoy!~

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The rumors started with the very first Emtertis who led the clergy and a witch who acompinied him. Of course, it was implied that the reason for his life cycle ending was due to their relationship. He fell in love with the witch, neglecting his duties to the church for her, leading to both their executions. The witch forced to watch her lover die infront of her as she was later burned at the steak. It was speculated that before the witch died she swore to return in the next life to right the wrongs and help and guide the next papa to come. This was known as the night of the witch.

Copia had heard this story more than once through his life. It was one he found particularly amusing, even partaking in the witches ritual every year. He liked to say he didn't believe in it. However, even he knew that every now and then, some heart-felt message would slip through the cracks in the form of a song a song dedicated to one of his brothers' former "dark muse"

It started with Elizabeth inspiring his eldest brother through opus and upon his passing she was over come with grief and passed along side him. No one really knew her, where she came from or when her and Primo got together.

When Secondo rose to power, he met his, he kept their relationship more private it was rumored amongst the ghouls at the time that not only was she Elizabeth back from the dead to be reunited with an emeritus.but Zombie Queen was about her. In the end, they met the same fate as the two before them.

And of course, it was no secret that Terzo was a ladies' man, to say the least. But when he met cirice, things were different. The rumors were still prevalent she was the reincarnate of the last here to help spread the message and inspire terzo. Of course, like Primo. There was no denying it when Cirice was written who it was for. She passed before terzos...unfortunate passing.

There was no denying each woman's feeling for each papa, and no doubt the feeling was returned. In copias mind, it was clear the night of the witch wasn't just a silly myth. It was no coincidence that his three formers would all happen to meet a beautiful woman who helped him through his life cycle.

The myth did end up growing a few years before primos rule. It grew into a holiday of sorts where everyone would come together in the ballroom in a masquerade style party. The night was mainly an excuse to gourge yourself on wine and food and to dance your cares away. For some, it was an excuse to try and make a pass at the current papa. By playing into the myth by claiming they were the witch. The night ended, usually with a senseless ritual said to "raise the dead".

Copia did actually enjoy the festivities for those exact reasons and would offten find hinself wondering if maybe he'd get a muse now that he was Papa, the ministry could be lonely, and he wondered what it was like to have the company of someone else. He wanted to feel what it was like to love someone so much that they inspired music within you, even if it was for a short time before his time passed.

As the night approached, he felt an eerie air surrounding him. He tossed and turned at night, and when he was awake and walking through the ministry, he felt eyes on him

"I've been having these dreams." Copia opened up to sister imperator in the ball room just before their patrons arrived for the festivities She hummed in response as he followed her through the large room, checking over everything, making sure it was adequate. "Of a woman... they feel like memories... I can't quite make her out, but I can feel her presence. I can see...her eyes they're familiar, they know me." Copia said.

"Cardi..your just letting the day get to you." She said, waving his woes off.

"Si, but what if-"

"Cardi, relax it's was just a dream, now let's get ready guests will be arriving soon."

A storm brewed outside lighting stuck lighting up the room as he left to get himself ready.

It was a perfect night to raise the dead.

Guests arrived in varying costumes and masks, arms full of gifts and offerings they would throw into a large pile. Usually, the ghouls would go through it at the end of the night, taking whatever treasures their heart desired.

Lightning stuck outside, and the rain began to pour down hard the people inside laughing carelessly with each other, unaware of the outside world.

All while in the grave yard just outside the earth moved split as a hand pushed through the soil, reaching around aimlessly, attempting to gain its baring to lift the body it was attached to out of the ground.

Your body snapped and cracked into place as you pushed the dirt from off of you and, as you clawed at the growned, pulling yourself up from the damp soil. Your head swelled as you rose to your feet. You couldn't grasp a single, though. Not of who you were or where. Your head was filled with fog and hushed whispering voices chattering about something you couldn't make out. If you could think straight or even at all, you'd assumed you'd been dead for years.

You look up through the gaps in the trees above you at the full moon, peeking out from the storm clouds as the rain came down on your face washing the dirt from your dress and skin.you closed your eyes at the rain hit you Breathing in the night air.

Despite all this, you knew one thing.

You where hunting for something.

Someone.

You couldn't pull who from the tangle mess in your brain, but you knew you'd know for certain when you found them your heart ached for them.Your feet walked with a mind of their own as you seemingly aimlessly wandered out of the graveyard to the ministry that stood tall the tip of it peeking through the trees. It called to you.

Copia found himself bored at the event, his thoughts wondering to his dreams. Even as patrons of the church came to engage in conversation with him, he couldn't focus on it. He was haunted by the dream all night. He nodded thoughtless as a sister of sin confessed something to him that he couldn't focus on when he noticed the lights flickering as new body step into the room.

You found a sense of relief and familiarity wash over you as you stepped into the ministry the ballroom alive and well with church patrons a sight you remembered well as you scanned the room finding a pile of offering laid in a neat pile across the room from where you stood above it a picture of you with a face you hadn't owned in years.

Your eyes scanned the room in awe, white nightgown making you glow in the sea of dark clothed parties goer. Copias eyes locked onto you. You were like a spirit that had wondered in. Your eyes finally landed on him, tilting your head in curiosity at him. He brushed off the girl talking to him, staring at you he felt drawn to you like his feet had a mind of their own.

A couple tried to escape the crowd, cut in front of him as they passed he realized you were gone from the spot where you were in. He spotted you again, ducking between people. Your eyes never seeming to leave his.

You were toying with him in a game of cat and mouse. He found him self giddy with anticipation spinning around the room trying to find you The two of you engaged in your own dance around eachother through the crowd as he tried to reach you only for you to be pulled away unexpectedly He stopped when you seemed to vanish into thin air.

"Do I look like your girlfriend?" You voice startling him from behind. A slight giggle present after he jumped.

"Eh no no...sorry! you just seem so familiar." He said embarrassed as you seemed to circle him his body following you, entranced by you.

"I don't look like a ghost, do I?" You asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "Si..." He said, shaking his head and realizing what he said. "I mean No!"

You laughed a low, cool tone. "Care to dance?" You extended a hand to him. His hand slid into yours without a second thought. Even through his gloves, he could feel how cold your hands were. You pulled him into the crowd of people. He was completely bewitched by you as you led the dance. "Who..are you again?..I feel as if we've met before."

"You don't know yet?" You tilted your head, your hand sliding from his shoulder to the nape of his neck playing with his hair. Your eyes slid up to meet his."After all this is my party." It was the first time he'd gotten a really good look at your eyes.

His eyes widened with realization.

"I've been dreaming of you.I feel like I've known you my whole life."

"In a sense you have, I've known you a very long time,.. I know you very well, copia...I've waited so long to get to you.." You said whispering so only he could hear as you reached up to brush some of his hair away. He felt his heart leap into his throat, and it began to pound loudly it was the only sound he could hear besides your voice.

"Are you really real?" He asked he still couldn't wrap his head around the stories being true and you still seemed like a ghost to him.

You nodded slowly. "I'm here for you, copia." You leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "See, I'm real." His lips tingled. It was like he was like he was floating as you pulled him from the noise filled room into the hall. "We have much to discuss my dear."

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Chat am i cooked i had to Google blorbos

NE ways!!!

My most near and dear blorbos

Ashley Williams

Ginger Firzgerald

Frankensteins monster

Lagoona blue

Silver and blaze

Irish (companion)

Lisa swallows

Alice

Show your blorbos!!!

Tagged by @rosenclaws and @sir-thisisadndserver

This is from off the top of my head.

LOVE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO LOVE ASH WILLIAMS SINCE I GOT INTO EVIL DEAD. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD LOVE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE LOVE I FEEL FOR FICTIONAL MEN AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR ASH WILLIAMS. LOVE. LOVE.

He's like me frfr! Spock is the embodiment of the flavor of autism I am. Idk how exactly to describe how much Spock means to me, but he means a lot to me

Part of my inspiration to become a doctor is Bones. I already knew I wanted to pursue a career as a doctor, but he solidified it

She's like me frfr

I too often wonder how loverly it would be not to have a shitty life, even if I don't live in the streets as a lower class flower girl in Edwardian London

If you've ever asked yourself "Audrey, why are you straight?", I watched The Last Crusade a lot growing up. I love Indiana Jones, he's one of the main reasons why I have a type hehehehe

In my life I am the final girl, like Ripley!

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movie tag game ❤︎︎

rules: without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films, then tag ten people to do the same.

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pookie are u okay?, hope you’re doing fine 🙁

Chat I promise I'm not dead! A lit happened in my irl life but it's ok things are evening out now so hopefully soon I'll get more written!!!

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ginger fitzgerald appreciation post before bed!!

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what would have happened if instead of stanley bill had gotten into reader's head? and in the end it was reader who got their memory erased. i just want to see stan's reaction, cuz reader is his partner. how he will try to do something or on the contrary, resign himself?

writing by translation sorry for mistakes

I See you In the Back of my mind

Stanley pines x fiance! reader

Thank you anon I love you 🙏😚

Warning:

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You knew what he was doing. You knew right away what was happening when Bill brought you and the twins back to the Pines brothers still locked in their cage. You'd spent half your life with Stanley to recognize him even in his twins' clothes.

You locked eyes with them shaking your head, warning him not to do what you thought he was about to do, begging him with your look.

"Alright,times up! I've got the kids and your little wife to be! y/n! I think I'm gonna kill one of them!" You struggled in Bills grip watching the kids hopelessly in his other hand. "Enie meni...minie...YOU!-"

"Wait!"

Everything froze for a moment.

"I surrender!" You shook your head before Bill dropped you.

"Good choice!" The air was knocked out of you on impact with the floor. "Don't do it!" You yelled. Bill snapped his fingers, and a zipper replaced your mouth.

"I accept under one condition, you let my brother y/n and the kids go."

"It's a Deal.

Bill stuck out his hand, a bright blue flame engulfing it. Stanley stared at it, glancing back at his family behind him.

"Grunkle Ford, don't trust him!" Dipper yelled.

You stood to your feet, fighting the zipper on your mouth, finally freeing it.

"Stop! Take me instead of st-Ford!" You said running up to stans side.

"What are you doing?" You ignored him. "I know everything he does, I studied thought journals to reopen the portal, I might even know MORE than him, plus.. you can keep my body as a physical form. it's younger than Fords!." He snapped again, the zipper disappearing from your mouth.

"Y/n! Are you crazy!?"

"Y/n no, you can't do this!" Both brothers were yelling at you now. Stan held your hand tightly, giving you the same look you gave him only moments before. You could hear Bill hum while he thought.

"Alright y/n! You make a good point it's a deal then!"

"Same rules apply the Pines family leaves here untouched!" You added.

Bill rolled his eyes.

"Sure, sure."

You turned quickly and hugged stan,slipping something in his pocket. "Do what you have too, take care of the kids. I love you!" Stan stared at you in shock, unable to speak before you turned away and locked hands with Bill.

The Pines watched you fall into a deep sleep in front of them. "She looks peacful." Mable commented. Voicing exactly what stan was thinking in that moment. He felt in his pocket for what you had slipped inside pulling out your engagement ring.

Ford sighed, deeply pulling out the memory gun.

"Wait, we can't...." stan Said stepping in front of you, blocking for your ring firmly in his grasp.

"Stanley, we don't have any other choice...:

"It should have been me... cant...I can't lose her! Before the kids, she was the only family I had I...Shes everything to me." He said, falling to his knees in front of you helplessly hanging his head.

"Stanley...step aside."

You would have tidied the place up if you knew you were having guests. The only thing on your mind when Bill entered was memories of Stan and the kids.

"What do you see in that guy?" Bill asked, finding you watching your last date with stan. You wondered if that really was the last ever time you'd be with him.

"He makes me laugh." You chuckled, you got up wiping the memory completely from your mind, now only standing in complete nothingness. You thought it would have happened right away, but you figured Stanley was putting up a fight about it.

That was another reason you liked him.

Then you felt it.

"I'm really sorry to do this to you cipher, but you messed with the people I love."

Blue flames engulfed your mind before the blink of an eye.

"You tricked me!" He made a move like he was trying to leave. Instead, you created a cage around him. "Your in MY head I still have some control of you right now." You said as he pulled at the bars.

"Is all of this worth it! All for the Pines family? For STANLEY? "

"If not them, who?"

You sat down in front of his cage and watched the flames get higher. "I can offer you anything! Let me out, fame, money riches! I'll let you and stanley live out the happily married life you've always wanted!Anything, please!"

"You're begging for your life!?" You laughed at him.

That was really the last thing you remembered laughing in Bill's face before it all went away.

It all ended so suddenly. In a massive wave, it was over. Stanley wasn't really sure what else he was expecting to happen when it ended. But he didn't really have time to think about that now.

"She did it." Ford said somewhere from behind him as he made his way to you. "Y/n!" You blinked at him in confusion before he scooped you up in the tightest hug he could muster lifting you from the ground.

"Oh! Ah ow!"

"You did it! You saved us!" He said, placing you down and cupping your cheeks. He was so caught up in the moment that he forgot what you just sacrificed.

You stared at him in confusion. "Uh, sorry, Mr." You said shaking him off. "I'm not really sure who you are or what you are talking about..."

"No...y/n c'mon, it's me! It's stan.."

"Stanley... she can't remember..." Ford said, placing a hand on his shoulder. They watched as the kids tried to talk to you, sharing their own memories with you, trying to get you to remember them.

Everyone decided to go back home and rest a moment before trying any further. Maybe the shack would help. You let stan hold your hand mainly to help guide you through the woods.

"You all live like this?" You asked partly, joking as he helped you step over the ruble and debris of the shack. "You live like this too." Stan corrected in a similar joking manner.

"Huh." Stan guided you to what you assumed to be the family room at one point and let you flop into a big yellow seat.

"This feels nice." You sighed, shutting your eyes. You weren't sure why, but your body ached, your head throbbed, and it felt like the first time you'd gotten off your feet in days.

The room fell silent. You opened one eye to see everyone staring at you and each other silently debating on what to do.

"I know!" Mable shouted, running through the house before returning with a book in hand. "My scrapbook! This has to help her remember!" Mable jumped up onto the seat, squishing herself between you and the arm rest. "Look! This is the first time we met! The day we came to gravity falls!"

"What about that romantic yet almost dangerous date we planned for you and stan?" Dipper asked, flipping through the pages.

You stared at the pages, photos with you in them, stories to go with it. But none of it was clicking.

"LOOK! the wedding invites you, let me decorate!" Mable said, shoving one very glittery piece of pink paper into your hand.

"Wedding?" The paper read both yours and stans name the line where a date should have been remained empty.

"If only your grunkle could commit to a date, these would be beautiful mable." You joked, rolling your eyes.

Everyone shared a look. "And where is my ring!?"

"She's staring to remember!" Stan jumped to find the ring once again, digging it out from his pocket and slipping it into place on your finger. You felt something light up inside you when he did. You placed a hand on his cheek and smiled before planting a reasuring kiss on the top of his head, followed by you squishing his fez down on him with a laugh.

It took the rest of the night, and even a couple of days, but eventually you everything fell back into place. And eventually you and stan where passing out wedding invites together to the towns folk of gravity falls during the twins birthday party.