#&&. saves ( raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens )

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BABY BABY BABY GIRL !!!

thank you so much twinnie i'm sobbing over the absolute CUTIE!! all credit for this art goes to @storybounded it's my baby dawny, i love her so much i'm sobbing 🥺😭😭

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IT’S MY FAITH BABY !!!

i commissioned twinnie ( @famebounded // @bravelybounded ) to do a few of my characters and here’s the first one done: my flower princess !!!  i love her, she’s gorgeous and perfect and beautiful and i aM SO HAPPY!!  thank you, twinnie!  everyone adore her !!!!  both twinnie and faith!

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Locker Lovers

Summary: Dwight finds himself hiding in a locker. Everyone else is dead, he hasn't seen the killer once, and there's this all encompassing darkness that shows up now and then, but at least all the generators are done. Alone in that locker, or so he thinks, Dwight indulges in making it some quality alone time by imagining a salacious time with David, Jeff, and Kate. It ends up feeling more real than he ever could have hoped for.

Rating: Explicit [For Smut!]

Warnings: [For Smut!], Dubious Consent

Excerpt: 

Dwight’s eyes shot open as he screamed and came, cum filling David’s hole. At the same time, he could feel Kate squirting onto his face and Jeff cumming deep inside him. What he wouldn't give for this to be real, to be able to see it. Alas, there was only darkness. Slowly, as he came down from the high of his climax, the darkness slowly seeped away into nothing, allowing light to filter through the slits in the locker.

Post-nut clarity, Dwight could tell he was a mess. His hole was a mess, it felt sore, in a good kinda way though, but also kinda gross and sticky. Cum covered his dick and his other hand. He came so hard and came so much that a lot got on his face and some also got on his body. Dwight just pulled up his pants, wiped his hands on them, and used his shirt to wipe off the rest of the cum on his body.

“Not like this shirt’s clean.” he reasoned with himself. At least the cum would be a lot less noticeable than blood and god knows what else is staining it.

With his pants back up, belt tightened around his waist, shirt buttoned back up, and tie tied, Dwight dared to exit the locker. The darkness was gone, and he hadn’t heard the killer in forever, so he assumed it was relatively safe. As he carefully made his way towards the gate, he heard the sound of the hatch. Dwight made a run for it, and jumped it with a giddy smile on his face. He survived!

I survived!

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Darkness, complete and utter darkness. It was darker than the darkest Fog, a pitch black nightfall. The killer, which had yet to be seen by him, took the time to utterly decimate his friends. Methodically, it kept the other three injured until the darkness came. Dwight noticed, and wondered why him? Why was it always him? It was obviously saving him for last, and it was gonna do something terrible with him. He was just at least glad that meant his friends wouldn't have to suffer like he would.

Ace went down and was sacrificed just before Dwight finished the last generator. The light of the generator was almost drowned out by the darkness that befell him. Dwight decided that the best course of action was to wait out the darkness by hiding in a locker. The thing could have the hatch, Dwight was willing to take his chances spending time opening a gate.

This locker was towards the corner of the map, and near the gate. As soon as the darkness was over and he heard a heartbeat pass, he'd get out, work on it a little, get back in the locker, wait for the heartbeat, get out, finish opening the gate, and escape.

Yeah, that's a solid plan. Dwight thought to himself. It was also one he devised himself years ago and was shared with to all survivors. At least, it probably was years ago.

As Dwight apprehensively waited in the locker, the darkness seemed to seep into the locker itself. Honestly, it scared him. So, he closed his eyes, and tried to think about his favorite things, happy thoughts.

How did that one song go? Whiskers on kittens. Yeah, those are cute. So cute! Uhh… what's the next part? Raindrops on roses? Yup, that's it. That's a pretty sight.

Though, roses brought to mind David's tattoo. Oh, how often Dwight wished to kiss it and make sweet sweet love with that man. Tattoos also reminded him of Kate. So pretty and kind, he often also wondered what other sorts of music she'd make in the bed. And then there was also Jeff. So beefy, a nice and hairy body, some tattoos, an attractive scar, he'd like to have a rough fuck with some cuddling after with him. … Dwight realized he may have a type, or at the very least a thing for tattoos, but he didn't mind.

He felt kinda bad thinking about them like that, but he stopped feeling so bad quick enough. In this hell, he'll take any pleasure he can get. He knows it's a comically bad idea to… blow off some steam, while he's in a trial and in a locker.

A locker isn't one of the worst places to do this. Dwight rationalized. There were worse places, like on a hill or in the corn fields. And besides he has time to kill.

With that settled, Dwight let his mind wander to that better place. It began with Kate feeling him up, hands crawling up his torso and rubbing his chest. Dwight mimicked the motion with his own hands. He imagined David on his knees, looking up at him and worshipping his cock through the fabric and slowly and salaciously undoing his belt and lowering his pants and underwear. Behind him, Jeff was grinding against his ass, teasing it with his tantalizing cock, and leaving hickies along the tender skin of his neck and shoulders.

God, it felt so real! He could practically hear them moaning in ecstasy already too. He wanted more so badly now. Dwight opened an eye to see nothing but the darkness. He had some time still. He closed his eye again and went to unbutton his pants and lower them, but found that they were already pulled down to his knees. Dwight hummed in surprise. He supposed he was really into that little fantasy and had unconsciously done it without even noticing. He figured he may as well unbutton his shirt then. It was getting kinda hot in the locker.

“Now, where was I?” he quietly wondered. “Oh, right.” he said as he remembered.

David on his cock, Kate feeling him up, and Jeff getting ready to wreck his hole. Dwight just knew he had a thick cock. He could feel it sliding between his cheeks and teasing his tight and hungry hole. Jeff continued planting kisses that were somehow both rough and gentle on his neck and shoulders. He also knew David probably sucked at sucking dick, but this was his fantasy, so David was a pro cock sucker. He was slurping on it, making the lewdest sounds and knew when to deepthroat it, when to use his tongue, and when to use his hand. God, Dwight would kill for this to be real.

And meanwhile, Kate caressed his chest, his nipples, his face with her hands and lips. Maybe that’s where the gentle kisses were coming from. She guided Dwight’s face into her supple breasts, David getting the funny yet erotic idea to let Dwight tit fuck his plump and slightly hairy chest at the same time. Breasts, Dwight loved them so much. How he wished this wasn’t a very realistic feeling fantasy and was instead the real thing. It felt so good to have his face buried in Kate’s chest, so soft and warm and erotic. She guided his hands down her body, past her stomach, past her waist, all the way down to someplace special. She had such smooth skin, a bit hairy down there, Dwight imagined she was the kind of woman to shave frequently. Gently, Dwight slid his fingers into her, feeling for her clit. He knew he found it when he heard the sound of a shocked yet pleased gasp. Dwight smiled as Jeff tilted his head back and kissed him lovingly as he pleasured her pussy.

Despite this being a fantasy, Dwight felt greedy for wanting more. The feeling soon dissipated. He wanted the feeling of Jeff in him now. He took his free hand, slicked up his fingers with some saliva, and teased the entrance of his hole. First, one finger. It entered with some resistance. It was a good thing he bit his nails when he was nervous, and he was almost always nervous. A good thing for Kate too, he remembered. Slowly, he put in a second, trying to focus on stretching his hold despite the various… distractions, his mind was conjuring up in the dark heat of the locker. He had no idea his mind could create such a realistic sensation, but he wasn’t gonna question it. He also thinks he remembers reading somewhere that the mind is capable of such things. Dwight doesn’t ponder on that any longer though. Right now, its Dwight Time!

After scissoring his hole open, Dwight pushed in a third that slid in much more easily. He imagined it was Jeff’s thick cock finally entering him, the large man letting out a satisfied groan as Dwight's hole enveloped his dick. Dwight’s fingers are thicker than he remembered, but he chalks it up to his stimulated imagination. It felt so good to have his hole stretched open though. On the flip side, David decided he wanted more as well. Dwight felt the tip of his dick tease the scrapper’s hole before slowly entering it. Dwight moaned, soon finding himself moaning into Kate’s slick and delicious cunt. David’s whole was so warm and velvety, Dwight could barely contain himself. All attempts at trying to keep quiet in case the killer came ceased as soon as he hit his prostate. Dwight yelped, his face getting buried deeper into Kate as she practically rode his face.

What was that thing Jake always said? Save a horse, ride a cowboy? Yeah, that was it. Dwight supposed he was a cowboy then, and Kate surely an experienced rider. She knew just what to do to get the most pleasure out of Dwight’s mouth, but it helped that Dwight knew a trick or two as well. David riding his dick also felt like heaven. He didn’t even need to pump his hips since Jeff was fucking him so hard. Every time Jeff thrusted into him, he thrusted into David who moaned and screamed in pleasure each time, his hard cock also slapping against Dwight’s stomach as he bounced up and down, leaving a small pool of precum in his happy trail. What Dwight wouldn't give to hear them all scream his name in ecstasy and I'm breathy moans. He swore he almost could hear it.

Dwight! Dwight! Dwight! Fuck me harder! More! RIght there! You make me feel so good! Dwight! Dwight!

Dwight’s eyes shot open as he screamed and came, cum filling David’s hole. At the same time, he could feel Kate squirting onto his face and Jeff cumming deep inside him. What he wouldn't give for this to be real, to be able to see it. Alas, there was only darkness. Slowly, as he came down from the high of his climax, the darkness slowly seeped away into nothing, allowing light to filter through the slits in the locker.

Post-nut clarity, Dwight could tell he was a mess. His hole was a mess, it felt sore, in a good kinda way though, but also kinda gross and sticky. Cum covered his dick and his other hand. He came so hard and came so much that a lot got on his face and some also got on his body. Dwight just pulled up his pants, wiped his hands on them, and used his shirt to wipe off the rest of the cum on his body.

“Not like this shirt’s clean.” he reasoned with himself. At least the cum would be a lot less noticeable than blood and god knows what else is staining it.

With his pants back up, belt tightened around his waist, shirt buttoned back up, and tie tied, Dwight dared to exit the locker. The darkness was gone, and he hadn’t heard the killer in forever, so he assumed it was relatively safe. As he carefully made his way towards the gate, he heard the sound of the hatch. Dwight made a run for it, and jumped it with a giddy smile on his face. He survived!

I survived!

As he descended into the sparkly darkness, his eyes caught a glimpse of a mass of darkness by a locker, grotesque flesh emerging from it. Dwight decided that it was a trick of his imagination. He didn’t wanna think about it, so he wouldn't.

“No shadowy mass is gonna ruin my great day!” Dwight affirmed as he pulled himself out of the hatch to an empty campfire.

“Or my name’s Henry! And it’s not.” he finished as he sat down and adjusted his glasses. He looked around, finding nothing but the burning fire. Just him, all alone… There was only one thing to do.

“Welp, round two then, I guess.” he shrugged, and undid his belt and lowered his pants. What to imagine this time?

[biaswreckmepls]

I've been craving soft fics lately! Tons of fluff please, JK centric if you have it! Thank you so much for the recs. I really appreciate all the work you put into them ♥

F L U F F (brace yourselves this is gonna be long)

lost cats, or the other half of your shadow by ellievolia (Taegi, Tae-centric, Bookstore AU, Magical Realism AU, One-shot, 6.9K, E, Tae is running a failing bookstore and is trying to keep it alive)

Bespoke by ellievolia, sirona (Taegi, Tailor AU, Magical Realism AU, One-shot, 11K, E, Tae is a special tailor who can tell what someone needs by looking at them, and Yoongi is his latest client)

i like me better (when i'm with you) by sharpa (Yoonjin, Roommates AU, One-shot, 8.3K, T, Seokjin is pining for Yoongi and is Suffering)

The Bed’s Too Big Without You by hope_and_hardship (Taekook, College AU, Roommates AU, One-shot, 5K, E, in Tae and JK’s dorm room there’s only one king-sized bed, and JK is a disaster gay)

A Purrfect Match by hope_and_hardship (Jinmin, Animal Shelter AU, One-shot, 4.7K, M, Jimin thinks the guy who comes in to adopt a pet wearing a suit is gonna be an asshole but he’s surprised)

Part Of Your World by peachykim (Yoonseok, Established Relationship, One-shot, 7K, they have a little kid, and JK’s Yoongo’s student whom they meet on the bus)

Raindrops, Roses, Whiskers on Kittens by choego (Yoonjin, Neighbors AU, One-shot, 4.9K, G, Jin loses his ring in the sink pipe and Yoongi comes to save the day)

Still wonder, wonder, best part by nicowememoney (Vmin, Vacation AU, Bus Tour AU, One-shot, 6.7K, G, They’re both on the same bus tour)

[financenfreelance]

Financial Self-Care Rituals That Will Save You From Stress 💰

It’s no secret that finances can and WILL get overwhelming and stressful. Creating a financial self-care ritual will save you some of that pain.

And if you’re feeling that way you’re not alone.

Almost 70% of millennials feel stressed about their income. Money-related reasons are the second leading cause of divorce. Student loan debt is at an all time high of 1.41 trillion, and credit card debt follows closely behind, surpassing $1 trillion.

It is important to create financial self-care rituals to ensure you are staying on the right track with your money! We need to make sure to focus on financial success to have the best life possible.

Financial Self-Care Rituals 💰

I love talking about self-care, but hey it’s not just about having a mani/pedi, chocolate and a bubble bath (although that is always welcome

Self-care is the universal concept of taking care of oneself in creating the life that you want to live.

We should allow the idea and the concept of self-care to integrate into all parts of our lives. This even extends into our financial wellness.

Here are some tips to financial self-care!

Make It A Ritual to Sit Down And Review Your Budget 💰

It’s essential to be aware of what you’re spending.

Create a monthly budget so that at all times you know where money has gone out and where it might come in. Then, review your budget on a weekly basis.

Have you spent a little too much money on Amazon this month? Don’t beat yourself up about it.

Just review that and determine how you can be better in the future.

Create financial goals and business goals. Figure out what your spending habits are, and how you can learn from that information.  Check out these budgeting apps to get you started with a budget!

You can also incorporate some beautiful money saving habits into your ritual like meal planning, comparing prices when you shop, and listening to financial podcasts or TEDTalks.

Financial Self-Care Doesn’t Mean Spending More 💰

I see so many times that people think you need to go on a retreat in Bali or purchase an entirely new wardrobe to take part in a self-care ritual.

Nothing could be further from the truth!

Self-care can be made up into a variety of small things and a lot of them don’t even have to cost you any money at all. And inexpensive self-care can help lead to effective Financial Self-Care.

Here’s a short list of some free things that you can do for self-care:

Do some yoga

Take a bath

Meditate

Take a walk in your local park

Write a list of your favorite things (raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens)

Draw journal

Make a digital vision board

Read a book from the library

Take a nap

Massage your scalp (this one is my boyfriend’s favorites)

Visualize

Wrap yourself in a blanket fresh out of the dryer

Affirmations

And so many more!

Free and Attainable

There are so many free and attainable ways to manage your stress in a self-care routine.  These things cost nothing, and they can make you feel so good.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking. – Marcus Aurelius

Related Article: How to Easily Automate Your Financial Success (With Technology)

Financial Self-Care Means Stop Comparing Yourself to Others 💰

This one is huge. Actually, could be the most important.

Comparing yourself to others is one of the biggest ways to sabotage your financial goals.

Keeping up with the Joneses (or in this day and age, Keeping up with the Kardashians ) is the easiest way to kill your financial progress. Just because that influencer has a Louis Vuitton bag, does not mean that you’re in a financial position to purchase one right now too.

Try to stay within your own lane and focus on your own goals. Try to be content with your own belongings and lifestyle. Don’t let financial sabotage creep in.

This usually happens in small transactions over time and you don’t even notice it.

My once a month sushi for me started turning into once or twice a week sushi.

Eating at home wasn’t a thought in my mind when they were tasty tempura rolls just around the corner. But I had to cut it back!

You need to recognize this evaluate it and make a promise yourself that you will do better.

Also check out: 8 Money-Saving Apps That Will Rescue Your Budget

Focus on your own relationship with your money.💰

Make sure you’re servicing your long-term self-versus your short-term self to ensure a bright future!

What are your financial self-care habits and financial rituals?

More Articles on Financial Success:

5 Amazing Budgeting Apps for Your Finances

8 Money-Saving Apps That Will Rescue Your Budget

Financial Goals To Easily Set Ourselves up for Success

Financial Self-Care Rituals That Will Save You From Stress

How to Easily Automate Your Financial Success (With Technology)

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Vampire Hero (Chapter 1)

(yn) your name (yln) your last name (yfn) your full name I hope you guys already know what these mean so yeah this is all I'm saying

The moment my small hand gripped the weird stick with a bat everything changed.

Daddy was a hero and Mommy was a retired hero who collected very old things. One day Mommy came home with a weird looking walking stick wrapped in a towel while Daddy was on the couch drinking his weird looking apple juice. "Odoriko! Look at this antique walking stick! This could be the best thing ever!" Daddy looked at Mommy, as I stopped playing with my All Might toy. "Yeah and how much did you pay for it Kyoku?" Mommy looked very excited, like how excited I get when Daddy tells me how he saved people! "Well nothing! This woman just pushed it into my hands with a panicked look and ran off."

Daddy froze. "What did this woman look like?" Mommy tapped her chin like she usually does when she's thinking. "Well she was wearing a purple dress, short brown hair, and glasses. She looked very... scared. Like something was after her, but before I could ask her if she was alright she was just gone." Daddy shook his head with a very sad look in his eyes. "Ah well I can tell you this... that woman is dead...(I'm sorry fans of Missi!!!!) she was found in an alleyway with slash marks on her, we are thinking it's Stain."

That's sad. I hope she's okay up in heaven. "Well how about I make us dinner now? What do you two want?" Daddy and I looked at each other smiling. "PIZZA!!!!!" Mommy just laughed at us and nodded. "Okay okay." She put the walking stick down and she and daddy walked into the kitchen. I looked at the walking stick and slowly reached out to touch it. That's when there was the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen. I grabbed the stick to protect myself when a man covered in blood walked in.

He looked very strange. He had 2 scarves that looked ripped and strange grey boots in his hands were 2 swords covered in blood. Tears blurred my vision, "Huh those two pieces of trash had a kid?" He grinned at me. "Maybe I can take you and make you my sidekick? We can stop all those heroes who are after money and fame!" I ran at him holding the stick ready to hit him but he blocked my hit with one of his swords, but had a shocked look. "Well aren't you strong, kid?" I had managed to push him back? How I was quirkless... That's when another strange man crashed into the door. He was tall and pale. "Well there it is..." He looked from the man in front of me to me. "Well what have I stumbled upon?" The scarf man frowned at the new person. "Who the hell are you?" Tall man grinned and that's when I noticed, he had fangs. "V-vampire." The tall man looked at me "That's right sweetheart and my name is Duke, I came here to get my cane back but I see it has chosen a new host. Also you killed Missi." He growled and grabbed the man and threw him out of the window. He looked at me one last time with a grin. "Well til we meet again Ms (Y/N).~" He jumped out the window.

~Time skip: Half a year~

It's been 6 months since Stain, as I figured out who he was, killed Mommy and Daddy. I had to take care of myself. I taught myself how to use the stove and oven. I taught myself how to read, since Mommy and Daddy can't read me my bedtime story anymore. I could feel myself breaking everyday. I see little things out of the corner of my eye. I think I'm going crazy.

~Time skip: 3 weeks later~

I sat in the corner of my room rocking myself singing the song Mommy always sang to me to calm me down. "Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells And schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver-white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad." I could feel the tears fall down my cheeks and chin. There was no more power to the house and I ran out of food about a week ago. I'm hungry and thirsty. I want my mommy and daddy back. I played with the cane that I had learned the bat could open and there was a flame. That kept me occupied. That's also when someone kicked down the door. I had to close my eyes because of how bright this person was. "Hey there's a kid in here!" Said a gruff voice. Then I realized who it was, my eyes widened. "Endeavor..." He looked at me and then I blacked out succumbing to the darkness.

~Time skip: 2 1/2 weeks later~

I woke up to bright lights. I hissed in pain and looked around I was in a hospital? That's when I saw a blonde skinny man sitting next to me with his eyes closed. Who is this? Is he a policeman? No then he would be wearing an uniform. Maybe he's here to take you to a mental hospital.~ I gasp and look around. "Who- who's there?" my voice sounds all scratchy. Oh deary I'm not actually there I'm in your head.~ I will be here when you succumb to your insanity.~ Now I must go. Till we meet again, dearie.~ I was shaking. "Hey kid are you alright?" the man had woken up and was giving me a worried look. I tilt my head he kind of sounded like All Might but less... loud? "Are you All Might?" he started to panic slightly. I just giggled he was funny. "Y-yeah, but don't say it out loud. Okay kid my name is Toshinori Yagi and I'm going to adopt you." Someone opened the door. A man in a trench coat came in. "Hey Toshinori is the kid up?" All Might nodded with a sigh. "Yeah she's up, Tsukauchi." Tsukauchi nodded. "Okay kid I'm gonna ask you some questions, okay?" I nod.

I sat up. "Okay firstly what is your name?" "My name is (y/f/n)." "Okay um how old are you?" I puff out my chest. "I am 6 years old! And I'm already a big girl!" Toshinori and Tsukauchi both chucked. "Okay can you tell me what happened to your parents?" My mood dropped. "They are gone. Stain killed them..." Silence filled the room. "Ah do you remember what happened?" I looked up at Mr. Tsukauchi. "Well he came out of the kitchen and I had grabbed the cane that a woman gave Mommy before she was killed, her name was Missi. So Stain came into the living room and was gonna take me, but Mr. Duke saved me!" The two men looked at each other. "Who's Mr. Duke sweetheart?" "He's a vampire, but he's a good one! He threw Stain out the the window." I told them everything.

After a week I was let out and given the cane. I said thank you and took my new Daddy's hand. "Can I call you Dad Might?" He looked at me, "Only at home sweetheart, you can call me dad in public so people don't get confused." I nod. My new dad is gonna be the best!

A/N

So this is chapter one. If you are disappointed welp sorry. More will come in the next chapter~

[thewickedjude]

The Devious Human

SUMMARY: Nina Kinsella was sixteen years old when she entered the cruel world of the Fae, with her mother and her mother's new fiance, Malakai Virag. Her mother Naomi, a wild human with endless chaos in her eyes, found her place among the Circle of Grackles while Nina, an unapologetic human with kindness to spare, became lost among the Fae’s wickedness.

Four years later, Nina stumbled among a horrible secret, one that has made her one of Prince Balekin’s human slaves.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: takes place towards the end of book one. While reading the book I couldn’t help but imagine what a true unapologetic human would be like in that world and I’ve become obsessed. She has taken over Sophie’s place in the book. The human Jude tried to save in book one. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED!!

Other Sites: The Devious Human’s Tumblr | AO3 

TAGGED: @NATSKYS-W | @THE-POETS-MUSE | @READMEAWAY (if you don’t want to be tagged anymore let me know)

Chapter Two

As they walked Nina’s eyes began to focus more and she felt her heart begin to shatter as they walked passed the other human servants. Their glazed eyes were off somewhere else, dreaming of a better place while they worked and she knew better than anyone that they would continue to do so until they died.  Nina didn’t realize she began to walk slower until her Savior tugged at her arm impatiently. I will come back, she thought earnestly as she stared at each face hoping they would understand, I will help free you. No one looked up as they quickly walked out the door and into the summer night.

A lifetime seemed to have passed since the Girl had last spoken to Prince Balekin. She could barely recall the words they had exchanged it felt so long ago. The only memory that clung to her was the sweet taste of strawberry against her tongue and the name Nina. A name that would occasionally creep up out of the depths of her mind, though she didn’t know to whom the name belonged.  

As the Girl blurrily returned a book to a shelf within the library of Hollow Hall, she began to quietly hum a song whose name she had long forgotten. The notes were simple and calming. The word ‘lullaby’ floated through her thoughts before quickly disappearing. The Girl’s movements were slow, as if the air was as thick as water, but she wasn’t paying attention, her mind was elsewhere. 

Instead of being in the Library she imagined she was curled up in a dark green armchair, her oversized sweater covered her hands as she gripped a warm mug containing hot chocolate. Her bruiseless eyes flickered away from the book sitting in her lap and instead focused on the snow as it began to fall from the sky. The night she had imagined brought forth a sense of calm as she stacked a scroll on top of another. 

“Eat this,” She heard someone say from behind her. Blinking away the dream, the Girl slowly turned and saw a figure of a woman standing before her with a hand stretched out to her. Confused the Girl lowered her eyes to the Woman’s palm and immediately felt her stomach lurch at the sight of salt piled into the middle of it.

“I’m not allowed,” she explained, her eyes unable to focus on the girl in front of her, “No salt. You’re not supposed to-”

Her words were immediately cut off as the Woman pressed her hand against her lips, forcing the salt onto her tongue before locking an arm around hers. The Woman began to drag the Girl deeper and deeper into the library farther away from anyone who could potentially save her. The Girl lifted her frail arms, clawing at the hand pressed against her mouth, her teeth digging into the Woman’s flesh hoping against all hope that she’d be let go. Her efforts were futile, and soon the Woman forced the Girl against the wall. 

“I'm sorry,” The Woman whispered refusing to loosen her grip despite the Girl’s efforts to break free. “I’m winging it.  I don’t want to hurt you. I want to save you. Please, let me do this. Let me save you.” 

The Girl’s mind began to swirl as her body sagged against the cold bricks which pressed against her almost translucent skin. She could barely comprehend what the Woman was saying but eventually, the Woman dropped her hand to her side. And although her mouth was free the Girl didn’t have it in her to scream as the fog surrounding her mind slowly began to clear. Blinking the Girl forced herself to try to focus on the Woman’s face, her eyes falling on her ears which she noticed were rounded where there should have been a point.  She was unmistakenly Human. 

“We're getting out of here. You can trust me. Just act like everything is normal,”

Rubbing her lips together the Girl moved to nod her head in understanding but instead, she felt her whole body lean forward, as the world around her became blurry and unfocused. It was difficult for her to move, hard for her to even breathe, her limbs felt so heavy. Hearing someone sigh she felt the woman snake her arm around hers before quickly hoisting her up off of the ground. 

As the world began to spin around her the Girl forced her eyes to turn to look at the person next to her and she was shocked to see that it wasn’t a woman at all. The girl was a few years younger than she was with dark brown hair and naturally tanned skin. Something about her seemed familiar but the Girl couldn’t figure out where she knew her. Forcing herself to look away from her savior the two came to a halt outside of the library as the door closed shut behind them, the noise reverberating off of the ribbed vaults and walls of Hollow Hall. 

The Girl felt her heartbeat quicken against her chest as her light eyes took in her surroundings unable to grasp that any of this was real. “Hold on,” she heard her savior’s voice from behind her, drawing her eyes away from the gallery of pixies above, “I have to go back and-”

The Girl felt her heart drop as a small whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it. Feeling her cheeks begin to warm the Girl opened her mouth to say ‘I’m fine’ but was unable to make herself form the words because she wasn’t. Feeling unwelcome tears begin to spring in her eyes the Girl pulled lightly against her Saviors grip, hoping she would know it was okay to leave her there. But instead, the grip on her arm tightened before she was dragged back into the library so her Savior could retrieve a piece of parchment on a nearby desk.

“What’s your name?”

The Girl felt her stomach churn as her chin began to tremble against her will. The panic that she had felt deep within her chest slowly began to rise, breaking down the flimsy barriers she had tried to put into place the moment the salt entered her mouth. 

“You must remember it,” The Girl clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking as she tried to force the panic back down. “You are not allowed to cry. I will slap you if I have to.” her Savior ordered, her tone harsh though the Girl didn’t take offense. She was right, feeling anything right now, good or bad, wasn’t a luxury she could afford. She would face it all later, she promised the part of her that was broken, right now they needed to escape. Taking a deep breath the Girl nodded her head to let her know she understood and began to wipe her tears with the back of her hand. 

“Nina,” She said, her voice trembling slightly causing her to roll her eyes in frustration. You cannot afford to break, she reminded herself, her inner voice harsh and commanding. Clearing her throat she started again, this time her voice was stronger, “My name is Nina,” 

Nina felt a sense of warmth travel throughout her body as her name left her lips, bringing with it a small sliver of strength which she clung to as they began to move towards the kitchens. He didn’t erase her completely.

Nina’s heart skipped a beat as the guards came into view, causing her to school her features into one of indifference as her gaze became unfocused, her smile mirroring someone without a care in the world. “Prince Cardan says we are to attend him,” her Savior explained, her voice sounding light and dreamy, though her eyes told a different story. The guard to Nina’s left blinked and shook his head, convinced by her act. 

“Balekin won’t like that.” She hears the guard say and it takes everything in Nina not to react. Once you are free, she reminded herself, you can see your friends again, you can have a life again. Though she couldn’t recall any of their faces, it was that thought alone that made her stand her ground. Once you are free you can go home. 

“Very Well,” The first guard says, “Go. But inform Cardan that his brother demands he brings both of you back this time.”

Nina resisted the urge to shudder at the mention of the Princes and went to take a step forward when the other guard spoke, “What do you see?” he demanded, his hand wrapping around her arm as he yanked her back. Panic coursed through her veins but she stared at him dreamily, ignoring his death grip that was bound to bruise her. 

Sighing contently Nina whispered the first thing that came to mind, her voice dreamy and distant, “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…” she whispered, her voice trailing off as she let out a delusional giggle. The guard huffed in annoyance and released his grip on her, allowing her savior to tug her through the kitchens.

As they walked Nina’s eyes began to focus more and she felt her heart begin to shatter as they walked passed the other human servants. Their glazed eyes were off somewhere else, dreaming of a better place while they worked and she knew better than anyone that they would continue to do so until they died.  Nina didn’t realize she began to walk slower until her Savior tugged at her arm impatiently. I will come back, she thought earnestly as she stared at each face hoping they would understand, I will help free you. No one looked up as they quickly walked out the door and into the summer night.

[assortedbaysidebitches]

(A text exchange, circa “A Thing About Sleeves”. Has for some reason not made its way to the Band Chats section of “Extra-Little Magics” on Wattpad, so whatever, let’s premier it here and now. ~Deshipley)

Manchester: “Sleeves, help”

Sleeves: “Whassup?”

M: “At work. They’re making me smile.”

S: “Nothing to smile about, huh?”

M: “Not a thing.”

S: “What about tacos?”

M: “Tacos are delightful, although there are none to be had, at present.”

S: “What about nachos?”

M: “Same category.”

S: “Raindrops on roses? Whiskers on kittens?”

M: “You know The Sound of Music? :D ”

S: “The Captain Von Thirst Trapp show? Hell yeah.”

M: “I’m giddy.”

S: “Why, you a theater kid?”

M: “Playing the prince in R&H’s Cinderella may or may not have been the highlight of my senior year.”

S: “Pot Chip likes that one.”

M: “The show or the prince?”

S: “The earnestness of both.”

M: “What, after all, is a musical sans earnestness?”

S: “Grease.”

M: “Ye gods. I grant you.”

S: “Which of Maria’s favorite things do you like best?”

M: “Crisp apple strudel. You?”

S: “Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings. Though I always goof up and picture them as swans. You ever see Swan Lake?”

M: “The actual ballet? I have not.”

S: “The hubs got us tix a while back. He’s a highfalutin bitch like that. I thought I’d hate it, but the music was actually pretty good.”

M: “I don’t think I’ve heard any of Tchaikovsky’s ballets all the way through, save The Nutcracker.”

S: “I love it when you speak Tchaikovsky to me.”

M: “It happens more often than I’d have thought.”

S: “Don’t use it up all at once, baby. Feed it to me slow. Make it last.”

M: “You are making it so weird.”

S: “Not weirder than The Nutcracker. Past the mouse battle, the show has no plot. It’s basically the Grease of ballet.”

M: “That’s a little harsh.”

S: “Do they or do they not just fly off in a convertible at the end?”

M: “I mean...kind of???”

S: “There you have it.”

M: “Damn. I’m wrecked.”

M: “What about opera? Have you and Pot Chip done any opera?”

S: “We went to the New Year’s Eve ‘A Night at the Opera’ Holographic Experience at the Queen Arcade on The Wharf. Rang in midnight with Bohemian Rhapsody. Shit was lit.”

M: “Is that happening this year?”

S: “Bitch, it better. You wanna go?”

M: “I’ve no other plans.”

S: “Dope. We’ll put a group together. Get rowdy as hell. Then back to the tat shop for a til dawn after party.”

M: “That sounds divine. I shall count down the days.”

S: “Well it’s less than a week, so.”

M: “The brevity will help. Thanks.”

S: “For?”

M: “Giving me reason to smile.”

S: “Whatever.”

[starsweepers]

also just noting to myself i really liked the vibe of this side character in the movie so if i ever come up with a new oc potential fc possibilities

[dreamlandxfour]

Bandana was lying completely still on the hospital bed. Everything was quiet, save for his heart monitor. It would’ve been nice if he could get some restful sleep, but the other person in the room didn’t like that idea.

“Stupid kid...” Hanon was getting his magic ready, his ears angrily twitching. “Even in sleep, this kid’s stupid friends rescue him! Ugh, why are all his friends so damn powerful, too?” Hanon’s body still ached from when that dumb block guy landed on him.

“Urgh... All this stress is bad for me. I need something soothing, something I enjoy. Something like...” His nasty grin finally appeared. “A song!”

His magic was set. He poured his thoughts into his magic, it’s shape changing with each one. Smiling, he floated over to Bandana and began.

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens~!” His magic began forming what looked like a cut open orb. “Entrails of lovers dangling like strings, these are a few of my favorite things~!” Just as the shape formed into his words, he placed it into Bandana’s head. The child’s face grew distressed, as if he could see the image.

“Blood-colored lances and and warriors brutal, large purple cat clocks eating souls like noodles~! Penguins with hammers, towards servants they fling~! These are a few of my favorite things!” He continued to put the shapes into Bandana’s head, the child’s face contorting with fear and pain as each image was given to him.

“Wizards in dresses with bright twinkling stars, knights wielding gold swords that leave many scars~! Silver new robots that steal from host’s skin, these are a few of my favorite things!” For such an asshole, he actually had a pretty good voice. He seemed to sing even better whenever he saw Bandana squirming in agony from all the images being putting into his brain.

“When his cats bite! When the bee stings~!” The image of two fire lions and Queen Sectonia were happily placed inside his head. “When I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad~!”

Bandana’s heart monitor was skyrocketing, loud beeps sounding off as a sign that the fear had finally gotten to him. Hanon took this as his cue to leave, humming as he escaped through the window. Staying close, he pressed an ear towards it to listen in on what happened next.

“What’s going on?!” “He’s having a heart attack! We need to act now, hurry! Go get Ply!” “PLY! PLY, HELP!” “Damn, I don’t know what to do...! If we do it the normal way, he’ll die! Dammit kid, did you really need to be the weakest species?! Dammit, where the hell is Ply?!”

Music to his ears.

[thehoneymoonlife]

Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens..... just kidding I have no roses or kittens but here’s some rain drops.....On my rain drops. ^_^ I’ve been wanting this plant for ever. I don’t even know. I was so excited when I FINALLY found it — tbh I wasn’t even plant shopping. Total impulse buy. And it’s going in my cute little hedgehog planter that was gifted me a while back. I’ve been saving that thing for the perfect plant. happy Friday! 🐱🌹🌱☔️🌧 • • • • • • • #rooted #echeverria #raindrops #echeverriaraindrops #plantsarecheaperthantherapy #myfavoritethings https://www.instagram.com/p/B7b42GrHE3N/?igshid=bbm33rj6itp2

[starsweepersold]

;; i'm so amazed at how much writing you get done in such a short time, and the quality is top tier! wowie OoO

once i get in a zone, i write/think quite fast.  it just takes me a long time to get in the zone sjfkldaf;  if it weren’t for my fast typing and the queue, i would probably be drowning on my blogs lmao.  once upon a time - back in college before i had a job that ate up 80% of my life - i was the sort of person who reblogged replies immediately and never used the queue except for aesthetic stuff or the like.  and yet rARELY FELL SUPER BEHIND.  i was powerful LMAO.  i could never do that anymore.

but i’m glad that it’s still quality when i do this !!!  sometimes i wonder if my fastness overtakes what i’m actually writing, so i’m glad to know that’s not the case, bless you for your sweet words !!!  it helps that i write with so many talented writers like you so i’m able to read the reply given to me and be inspired to give some good back!

[sciencewithscott]

[BASICS]

1. Full name:

Adam Paul Scott

2. Preferred name or nickname:

Adam

3. Age:

43

4. Date of birth:

April 3rd, 1973

5. Occupation:

Science and History Teacher at Stonecastle High School

6. Relationship status:

Single/Widowed

7. Sexuality:

Straight

8. Preferred Pronouns:

Him/He/His

9. Spoken Languages:

English and Conversational Italian

10. Family:

Father is Douglass Scott. Mother is Anne Scott (née Quartara). Father to Jacob Scott.

[PERSONALITY]

1. What sets you apart from others?

Adam is what you would consider a nerd. He is extremely intelligent and truly enjoys always learning more, particularly in the areas of science and history. He’s also a pretty big social rights activist, especially when it comes to women’s rights. He can never truly understand what women go through, but he’s there to help them fight. Despite these facts, you wouldn’t know them about Adam on the surface. He has a very laxidasical/joking attitude which has made him more like a friend than a teacher. 

2. Three Positive Attributes about yourself?

[1] Adam is very family-oriented. He would do anything for his family, especially for his son. When his wife died during child birth, Adam made it his goal to give Jacob the best life that he could and to protect him no matter what. [2] Adam is big on Activism. He is not afraid to speak up and refuses to be silenced on the things. He wants to have a hand in paving a better world for his son. [3] Adam is very charismatic. He may not have a traditional way of teaching his students, but he does it in a way where they learn without feeling like they’re learning something boring. 

3. Three Negative Attributes about yourself?

[1] Having a unique and dry sense of humor can often me taken offensively to people who do not realize that he is joking or being facetious. [2] Deriving from that, Adam lacks a filter. He says things at times that he probably shouldn’t. Including saying things in front of his students that might be considered inappropriate for a teacher (i.e. cursing). [3] At times he can be judgmental and has little patience for people who he considers to be naive. It sparks his love of debate, but at the same time, sometimes his favorite commentary is an eyeroll and knowing scoff. 

4. How would your friends describe you?

Cheeky little shit with a lot of puns. A lovable dickhead. 

5. Biggest fear?

That something bad or tragic will happen to his son. Outliving his son.

6. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens… what are a few of your favorite things?

Puns, science, equal rights activism, history, Hamilton, cooking, debates, music.

7.  What’s your relationship to drugs and alcohol?

Adam doesn’t drink very often, but in social situations when his kid isn’t around, he will have a glass of wine or a beer. He smoked weed socially in high school and college, but has not since. 

8. What is your characters ringtone?

You’ll Be Back - Hamilton

9.  Post a photo of your character’s phone background here:

[LIFE IN STONECASTLE]

1.     Living Situation [House/Loft/Apartment/Dorm/Etc]?

Small two bedroom house. 

2.     Do you have any roommates?

Just his son. 

3.     Do you have any pets?

Not at this time.

4.     Highest level of education?

University degree in Liberal Studies with a concentrate on History and Science. 

5.     Do you have any kids?

Yes, one ten year old son named Jacob. 

6.     Where does your character hang out in their free time?

If Adam isn’t at work in the teachers lounge, he can usually be found at home. About once or twice a week, he goes to Stonecastle diner to drink coffee and grade papers. Every two weeks, Adam will take Jacob to Anna’s bakery to pick out a sweet treat.

[HISTORY]

1.     Were you born in Stonecastle?

No.

2.     If not, please tell us where you were born and when/why you moved to Stonecastle?

Adam was born in Santa Cruz, California. He grew up there for awhile and when he was 18 he moved to Stonecastle to attend University. He later met his first wife there and has been in Stonecaslte since.

3.     What is your proudest moment?

The birth of his son Jacob. It was on of the saddest moments of his life (losing his wife), but it gave him the best thing of his life-- his son. Jacob is his whole world. 

4.     What is your biggest regret?

Buying Jacob that drum set.

5.     What led you to your current job(s)?

Adam has always been good at science, math, and history. It took him a bit to figure out what he wanted to do with it. In college, he decided that he might like teaching, so he chose Liberal Studies with a focus on science and history. After subbing for awhile, there was an opening at Stonecastle High for Science and later he was asked to teach History as well after a shortage of teachers. 

6.     Please describe any important relationships to your character and how they have shaped their life [people in their past/ex’s/parents/friendships/etc. This is a good place to put head cannons/plot lines with other characters]:

Amy Poehler: Adam and Amy have been working at the high school together for a long time now and became fast friends. Amy seems to understand his humor and the two of them can go back and forth for quite some time without getting offended or taking it too seriously. They both take activism very seriously, so they’re often found working together on that.

Brie Larson: Brie is one of his good friends and his co-worker. Adam has been harboring a crush on the younger woman for quite some time now. Jacob gets on with her quite a lot and is often found hanging out in her classroom when he has to come to the high school. Not only is she incredibly gorgeous, but she’s smart, funny, and courageous. Adam figures that everyone has a crush on her, staff, student, and parents a-like, so he is afraid to make any sort of move on her. Adam often brings her coffee in the morning as his subtle form of flirting. 

Stephen Amell: He hasn’t known Stephen very long and they just met by circumstance, but the two of decided to start a single dad’s club as they both know the struggles of it.

7.     If you could go back and change one thing in your life, what would it be?

Adam always worried that there had to be something else he could have done to save his wife. Either once she was in labor or before. There had to be something that he could do to save her. There had to be something small he missed along the way.

[mechanicharlie]

[BASICS]

1. Full name:

Charles Otto Puth Jr.

2. Preferred name or nickname:

Charlie

3. Age:

25

4. Date of birth:

December 2nd, 1991

5. Occupation:

Auto Mechanic at Stonecastle Body Shop

6. Relationship status:

Single

7. Sexuality:

Bi-Curious

8. Preferred Pronouns:

Him/He/His

9. Spoken Languages:

English and Conversational Hebrew 

10. Family:

Son of Debra and Charles Puth. Debra was a music teacher and Charles was a builder and real estate agent. Charlie has two younger twin siblings, Stephen and Mikaela. His father is Catholic and his mother is Jewish.

[PERSONALITY]

1. What sets you apart from others? 

Charlie might seem like a simple and carefree guy on the outside, but he’s actually quite the deep thinker. He is always sitting back and observing the situation and the people around him, even when you don’t think that he is. Charlie has a lot of inner demons, but he tries not to let it show. He’d rather be known as the cool, laid-back, guy-- which for the most part, he is. 

2. Three Positive Attributes about yourself?

[1] Charlie is very passionate. He feels things with his whole heart and if he dedicates himself to something, he holds onto it dearly and gets exciting-- going head first into it (whether it be projects, relationships, etc). [2] Accepting. Part of being so laid-back and go with the flow, Charlie is accepting of all sorts of people in his life. He’s not here to judge you and thinks that everyone should just do their own thing. [3] Charlie is spontaneous. He is always up for a new adventure. Even if that means getting in the car in the middle of the night and just driving. He’s always searching for a feeling, for a meaning, so he doesn’t have a problem just letting go and doing something new. 

3. Three Negative Attributes about yourself?

[1] Pride. There’s a reason it’s one of the seven deadly sins. Pride has gotten Charlie in trouble a lot in his life. He would rather deal with the consequences later then show a moment of weakness. [2] Insecurity. Charlie is extremely self-critical of himself. It’s not something most people would know about him, but he is often beating himself up over things he’s done (or hasn’t done) and occasionally it results in a fear of success or self-sabotage. [3] Despite being spontaneous, he is a bit of a homebody and would rather just spend time at home doing nothing with people then go out to a club or be social. 

4. How would your friends describe you?

A laid back guy who is up for anything at any time. The guy that you always want to hang out with and someone who just enjoys living life. 

5. Biggest fear?

That his life will be pointless and he will never do anything worthwhile. That he will never be where he wants to be in life and that this is all life has to offer.

6. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens… what are a few of your favorite things?

His dog, cars, working with his hands, spontaneous adventures, long drives, music, the piano.

7.  What’s your relationship to drugs and alcohol?

Charlie has a beer a few times a week, but doesn’t really get drunk because he works such long hours. He has been known to smoke recreational weed, but nothing stronger than that. 

8. What is your characters ringtone?

Vienna - Billy Joel

9.  Post a photo of your character’s phone background here:

[LIFE IN STONECASTLE]

1.     Living Situation [House/Loft/Apartment/Dorm/Etc]?

Open Loft

2.     Do you have any roommates?

Not at this time.

3.     Do you have any pets?

A Cavalier King Charles Cocker Spaniel named Brady, pretty much his favorite person. 

4.     Highest level of education?

Two years of University, but dropped out.

5.     Do you have any kids?

No.

6.     Where does your character hang out in their free time?

Most of his time is spent working long hours at the shop. Other times, he is mostly found at home on his piano or just sitting back with a beer. Sometimes he goes on long drives just for no reason when he doesn’t have to work the next day.

[HISTORY]

1.     Were you born in Stonecastle?

No.

2.     If not, please tell us where you were born and when/why you moved to Stonecastle?

Charlie was born in Rumson, New Jersey, but moved to Stonecastle when he was about five years old when his father got a job there. He doesn’t have much memory of his time in New Jersey.

3.     What is your proudest moment?

Being able to get a job, save money, move out on his own, and support himself despite people telling him he wouldn’t be able to without a college degree.

4.     What is your biggest regret?

Letting his own pride and frustration keep him from graduating college.

5.     What led you to your current job(s)?

Since Charlie’s dad was a builder, he learned to work with his hands at a very young age. He also got his love of cars from his dad and knew how to work on an engine by the age of eleven. It was something that he was good at and something that he enjoyed doing. He got a job at the auto body shop to help pay for college and when he dropped out, he began working their full time.

6.     Please describe any important relationships to your character and how they have shaped their life [people in their past/ex’s/parents/friendships/etc. This is a good place to put head cannons/plot lines with other characters]:

Harry Styles: Harry is Charlie’s co-worker at the body shop and the two of them spend a lot of time together, so they have become good friends along the way. 

His Mother: A large part of his love for music and his love/talent for the piano comes from his mother being a music teacher and allowing him to find which instrument he was passionate about and good at. 

His Father: His father is the one that taught him everything he knows about cars and working on them. His parents both had a big hand in shaping who he is. 

7.     If you could go back and change one thing in your life, what would it be?

He would go back and swallow his pride and just work harder at graduating college and getting a degree. All of his friends are graduating and he feels like he’s being passed and left behind in life. This is the only thing he would consider changing in his life. 

[starsweepers]

i can't credit the artist because it was from YEARS ago ( literally like ten at least ), and i deleted the blog i got this on so i don't remember the url and there's no name or the like on it because i was given this as a secret santa.

basically, before i ever tried rping on tumblr, i was a httyd personal blog. i had a joke blog called like incorrecthttyd too, but i sadly deleted that, as well. and i joined a secret santa snoggletog addition and this was one of the gifts i got.

wanted to share it because it's still so cute and wonderful and i hope whoever made it for me is doing well in life.

[starsweepers]

amber, watching ever after high: i keep forgetting who the blondie is in the blue dress me, who finished it the other night: ...blondie.  her name is blondie locks. amber: i failed successfully...