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thesullengrrrl · 2 months

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oh hello, new Robert!

hello friends, this has been sitting privately in my posts now and i thought i'd share it by now. if you've seen this posted probably like a week ago, no you didn't ❤️ jk haha i hope you enjoy this one!

“Should I shave it, honey?”

It was Sunday and they were preparing to have lunch at his mother’s house. Elaine was still in the tub, while Rosie was observing himself in the mirror. There was already shaving cream on his prized mustache, contemplating whether to shave it off or not.

“You could do it later, if you like. Before you go to bed,” Elaine answered as she caressed the clear water. “Remind me, why do you want to shave it again?”

“I just thought since the war is over, I’ll shave it off for a change…” he reasoned, as he turned his head left and right, checking himself. “It also looks a little outdated too, no?”

“You can always grow it back,” she added, raising her knees to her chest. The water has already run cold and she can already feel a chill on her skin. She slipped in the water last time to feel the water on her face.

“I also want to know what you’ll think.”

Elaine rose from the tub and placed the towel around her. Reaching for the metal string at the bottom of the tub, she pulled it to drain the water. She stood beside him as they both faced the mirror. It was lightly fogged, and she reached to wipe it.

“You should shave it off, husband.”

“Hmmm. Why?”

“I’m curious what you’ll look like. I’m curious what it would feel like to kiss you without that. I mean, I love it, but you’ll grow it back again,” she answered, placing a kiss on his arm.

Rosie sighed, and she removed her arms around him. "Just do it."

Now convinced that it was time and he could actually grow it back, he moved the razor near his upper lip and started shaving his beloved mustache. Elaine watched her husband concentrate in the mirror, until the last section of it fell in the sink.

He rinsed his face with water and lifted his face to the mirror. He blinked once and twice, registering that this now cleanly-shaven face staring back at him is his. Rosie never really shaved his mustache during the war and he only trimmed it.

Seeing himself this bare unsettled him a bit. Elaine grinned at him in the mirror, seemingly pleased with his new look.

“What do you think?” he finally asked, facing her. His face reminded him of every 30-something man in the present.

“I think you’re handsome,” Elaine assured him. And he really did. Rosie looked a young 30-something now, even with his carefully styled hair (which she hates since of the pomade and it makes it greasy), he looked younger than before.

She lifted her toes to place a soft kiss on his lips. Rosie liked the sensation of her lips on his. He smiled in between their kisses, which made Elaine pull back.

“What do you think? What’s the verdict, wife?” Rosie asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I like it,” she replied coyly, tracing his upper lip. “But I’ll miss it...somewhere…”

Her words made Rosie lean in for another kiss, but she turned her face and patted his cheek instead.

“We gotta go,” she said, walking back to their room.

“Ma wouldn’t mind if we're a few minutes late, you know!” Rosie said loudly as he rinsed the razor and returned it to the side cabinet.

She only laughed. “Few minutes…right."

Elaine screamed as he playfully tackled her to bed, effectively removing the towel that covers her and peppered her neck with kisses.

"Rosie! The cake—oh!"

"We'll be done before that cake's done," he whispered as he lowered himself down to her.

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Mrs. Rosenthal was not pleased when they appeared at her door, forty-five minutes late with wine and homemade and slightly burnt cheesecake at hand. She begrudgingly took what they brought and let them in.

"I raised you better than this, Bob!"

"I love you, ma!"

Hannah prepared food on their plates. She complimented her brother’s newly shaven face, while she praised how Elaine looked blooming when they arrived.

“Is that a new blush?” Hannah asked, as she poured wine in her glass.

“Hmmm. Not really...I still use the blush you gave me, babe."

“I think it is,” the younger Rosenthal continued.

Elaine narrowed her eyes on her.

“Is it called Marital Bliss?”

Elaine’s lips formed a smirk and slowly clapped at Hannah, as a sign of quiet approval of her barb while Rosie almost choked upon hearing it.

Hannah only grinned, clearly pleased at her own joke.

“Or maybe…Honeymoon Phase," Elaine added.

Hannah pointed at her. "I like that one!"

Few moments later, Rose came to sit with them, now placing two slices of pie for the couple.

“Are you all right?” Rose asked, patting his back. “Don’t rush eating, Bob, there’s plenty more.”

“I’m good, ma. It just got in the wrong hole,” he finally said, washing it down with water.

Elaine and Hannah snorted.

The couple shared an amused look as the older woman lectured them about being punctual. The two only nodded along with the sermon.

“And before I could forget,” Mrs. Rosenthal said, pointing at her neck. “Bob, try to at least fix your collar. I better have a grandchild running around here by the end of the year with the rate you're going."

Hannah cackled as the couple avoided their mother's gaze.

#rosie rosenthal x oc #oc: elaine byrne

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elizabethrobertajones · 3 months

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I was thinking a couple of nights ago about Stormblood paced like Dawntrail, with the Omega stuff brought into the main story with an actual zone through the Great Purple Hole that we would explore and learn from before unlocking the raids post-game.

I feel like trimming out the Ruby Sea, or condensing its story into Kugane zone stuff (even extending Kugane to include The Ruby Price and a few islands even as a second city level if we had to) and then telling more judiciously, as well as of course being bold and ditching the split start area and telling that in the Fringes only, and all of this encouraging a lot of trimming.

Another way would be to commit fully to the Dawntrail vibe and have Yugiri take us straight to Kugane because of Reasons we couldn't cross Baelsar's Wall immediately, and only have us come back to liberate Ala Mhigo after we've solved all the Eastern stuff as a warm up, maybe to move pawns into place. One obvious reason would be to immediately go research the primal that Ilberd summoned and while the war is going on the Scions are committed to their job and we go east instead to focus on that, and return to find Pipin and Raubahn have liberated as far as that bridge.

Also interesting if Zenos was never out there to start with, and we catch his interest and he pursues us to Gyr Abania, and THEN commits an atrocity, so we're standing in Rhalgr's Reach looking around at it on fire like oh shit, this is OUR fault.

By level 65-7 we've liberated Ala Mhigo entirely and then after the Shinryu fight, as Zenos is just about pacified, he's still in primal form, and then suddenly Omega comes zooming out of left field, T-bones him hard, and they go Team Rocket whooshing off back in the direction of the Big Purple Hole and we're like Oh SHIT. And the last 3rd of the story is a Weird Bullshit Plot Twist Zone like, now at this point, every other expansion in the game except ARR.

... Anyway just concepts I was messing around with in my head. As I said I am actually in the upper range of Stormblood fan, but Dawntrail really got me thinking about how The Lochs is the only non-bullshit final zone in an expansion. I mean even ARR takes us to Northern Thanalan which has a permanent Weird Sky and fracking, and Mor Dhona which has All Sorts of Bullshit and a Weird Sky, so it's a template even if it doesn't feel quite so alarming to arrive in those zones.

I wouldn't change anything substantial about the character stories or events that occur in the zones, just shuffle it around, trim things down, and have it follow the more familiar ShB-onwards habit of using every dungeon and trial to tell the story instead of throwing in random fights at pit stops along the way to keep us entertained. And if we have to sacrifice the Lord of the Revels for story , then we can always have Susano gatekeeping the rest of the Auspices trial series in the patch stories.

#ffxiv #stormblood #dawntrail spoilers #(obliquely.)

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aria-i-adagio · 1 year

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Like a Cactus in a Flood

@30daysofdorian Prompt: Death

Also posted on AO3.

Note: For my timeline, instead of disappearing to Tevinter, Rhys brings him to Skyhold with Alexius. And this could be considered a spoiler for Where the Elfroot Grows, but given that Felix's fate is determined, it isn't much of one.

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Rhys jumps up from his desk in alarm when Dorian stumbles up the last few stairs leading to his rooms. “What is it?” He catches Dorian’s arms as he falls forward. His breath doesn’t smell of wine or brandy, but his eyes are lined with red and glassy.

“Felix.”

“Oh.” Rhys has gotten too used to the knowledge of Felix dying in an isolated room in Skyhold to immediately process a new reality that Felix is dead. He finds enough sense to move them both away from the edge of the stairs then pulls Dorian close. “Dorian. I’m so sorry.”

Dorian’s arms hang limp by his sides through a long choked sob and then he returns Rhys’s embrace, tucking his face against Rhys’s neck. “I shouldn’t be so upset.” Dorian sniffs against his shoulder. “It was... A long time coming.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Rhys combs his fingers through Dorian’s silky hair. He’d say he enjoys the longer length if the reason Dorian had been too distracted to bother with keeping it trimmed short was anything other than attending a slow death bed. “Let’s sit, okay?”

Dorian’s first step is more of stumble. Rhys catches his elbow again, like he would if Dorian were drunk. Falling on the floor would be bad though no matter if Dorian was drunk or sober. “Got you, love. I’ve got you.”

He guides Dorian to the sofa and folds his arms around him, holding while he chokes through a spell of half-suppressed sobs. He collects himself far too soon and straightens up, scrubbing the back of his hand across his face, then pinching the bridge of his nose. Dorian stares ahead, blinks twice, then with a groan, he leans forward, elbows in his knees and head in his hands. “I didn’t realize...”

Rhys allows Dorian’s voice to trail off without prompting him to continue the thought. How much did it hurt to watch the final days of Felix’s long decline? Maybe it would have been better to not bring Felix to Skyhold along with Alexius? No. That would have just been a different sort of awful.

“I know, I know it’s just relitigating the past.” Dorian closes one hand into a fist and punches the palm of the other. “But out of everyone, why Felix? He was... The best of us. The kind of person that would make you think there was a little hope for Tevinter, and now... I thought I realized, I thought I understood, but... Andraste’s tears, he’s actually...”

People say things. About the Maker’s side, or things will make sense one day, some day, at some point in the future. Rhys very much doubts the latter, and doesn’t find the former especially reassuring given the Maker’s propensity for fucking off and leaving his experiments to run unsupervised. So he doesn’t say anything. He takes Dorian’s hand and unclenches his fingers carefully, one by one, until he can lace his own through them and hope that’s a better response than silly, formulaic words.

Dorian’s eyes squeeze shut and a low whimper escapes his lips as he curls against Rhys’s chest. “I don’t like it.”

Rhys starts to let him go, then realizes that Dorian would have pulled away if it was being held that he objected to, and if anything, his grip on Rhys’s hand is tighter than it was a moment ago. “Don’t like what?”

“Feeling. Like this. Especially like this.”

“I know.” Rhys kisses the top of his head. Rhys isn’t great with emotions himself, but Dorian is worse. Grief is like a flood for a cactus.

Dorian shudders then straightens up suddenly. “Wine? Or brandy? You have some stashed up here, right?”

“I think I -”

Dorian’s on his feet and has found a bottle still about one third full of brandy before Rhys can even look around the room. He flips the stopper out with his thumb, flops back down on the sofa, drinks straight from the bottle and finally tips his head back. “Maker, Lark... The past - how many days has it been?”

Rhys turns sideways and crosses his legs in front of him, feet on the sofa, but no shoes, only a very, very nice druffalo wool socks one of the grandmothers in Crestwood had sent with the last courier. He sets his fingertips on Dorian’s leg and rubs the inside of his knee.

“You stayed with Felix and Alexius the past three nights.”

“Three nights, so that’s what? Four days? Doesn’t matter. Anders might know. I think Hawke dragged him out to sleep once or twice. But still, doesn’t matter... still too awful for words. Feels longer and shorter both, and...” He drinks again, and offers the bottle to Rhys before snatching it back. “Wait, no. You probably have work you need to be doing instead of indulging me getting in drunk and whining.”

“Dorian.”

“No, really, if you do, it’s okay. I can calm back down. I need to. I shouldn’t have... This has been coming for years. I’ll just take the brandy, if you don’t mind.”

“Dorian.” Rhys catches his arm before he can get up again. “Sit. Back. Down.”

“But -”

“The paperwork isn’t going anywhere. Besides -” Rhys lifts his eyebrows and shrugs. “We both know Josie signs my name better than I do.”

“I’m fine. Or I’ll be fine.”

Rhys nods. “But right now?”

“Right now? Right now I’m... Exhausted and sad and guilty and powerless and angry and disgusted and... Dammit, Lark.” Dorian drops back down with a huff. Rhys loops one arm around his shoulders and lays his hand over the one Dorian let fall in his thigh, rubbing light circles on the back. “And some part of me actually envies him. Not the dying—certainly not the dying—but having a father who cares enough about him to risk breaking the world instead of one who cares so much about the world he’ll risk breaking his son. Selfish, right?”

“No, love. It’s not.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“You feel what you feel. You don’t have to shove it back inside. Not with me.”

Dorian looks up. There are tears running down his cheeks and more fighting to get free of his eyes. “You’re sure?”

Rhys just nods and runs a thumb over Dorian’s cheekbone. He reaches behind him, drags a heavy quilt from the back of the sofa, and wraps it tightly around Dorian’s shoulders before pulling him close again.

Dorian makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob and collapses to the side and into Rhys’s lap. Rhys curls around Dorian, rubbing his shoulders, and whispering meaningless words in his ear. It usually didn’t matter what the words were, just that there was someone to whisper something, instead of being so terribly alone.

When Dorian’s shoulders stop shaking, he sits up again and picks up the bottle of brandy with a still trembling hand. His chest rises and falls a few times before he looks at and then away from Rhys. “You... Seem like you’ve done this before. In the past.”

“More Harrowings than not end with someone not coming back,” Rhys says softly. “We’re supposed to pretend nothing happened, but...” The other apprentices had silently wrapped Rhys up tightly in a blanket the night Tomas—who had the bunk above Rhys’s and never slept well anyway—nudged him awake and said the Templars had taken Margerthe for her Harrowing. He’d pulled the scratchy wool fabric tight around Rhys’s shoulders, while he sat on her bunk and kept vigil, waiting for the Templars to drag her back in, limp and lyrium sick. They never did.

He’d done the same for other apprentices and mages whose friends and lovers never returned from being pulled away from their bed, then traded out shifts the next day with others so that someone was sitting with them, or sneaked into the kitchen to pilfer something that might be tempting to eat. No one wanted a tragic end to a Harrowing compounded by a suicide or near starvation; although, there were times when they weren’t altogether successful. Especially not if one counted requesting to be made Tranquil to escape grief as a failure.

Rhys picked himself up relatively quickly after Margerthe didn’t come back, or so he was told. He couldn’t stay in bed because his plants needed to be watered, and if he smoked a little extra cannabis, it made him hungry for any snacks someone would put in his hands, so he did eat. Mindlessly, and without tasting anything, but it was food. Still, he wore the blanket for two days, pulled tight around his shoulders, and only took it off because a Templar jerked it away after he ignored five orders in a row to take it off.

Dorian huffs. “The more I learn about the Southern Circles the more I want to go back in time and destroy the Nevarran Accord before it can be signed.”

“Mmm.” Rhys curls around him and kisses his hair. “I think we’ll have to settle for ripping it from the ground in the present.”

“As long as it’s gone,” Dorian murmured as he leaned into Rhys’s arms.

“Alexius? The guards aren’t hassling him right now, are they?”

“No. The Templars Cassandra assigned have been very... professional.” Dorian wiggles his shoulders, settling further into Rhys’s lap. “They’re building a pyre outside the walls. Best to move quickly, they said, make sure there’s no body for a demon to possess.”

Rhys nods and smoothes Dorian’s eyebrows. Fereldens do act with alacrity when it comes to disposing of the dead. Understandable. A single possessed corpse only rates as a minor nuisance for Rhys after the past months—much like a single slug in a garden plot. But much like slugs, a group of undead can do a lot of damage. And who would want to risk having to fight one wearing the face of a friend or family member or even a rival.

“Any sort of ceremony?”

“Mother Giselle offered to say final prayers for him, but I... I need to sleep before I can discuss that with Alexius.” He tilts his head to the side and rubs his jaw. “Or at least get a bath and shave. Clean clothes. I’m a mess.”

“That’s okay.”

“I know... I just... I want - that is I need - to not think about it for a bit. It was... Cole was haunting the window ledge outside if that gives you an idea of it. And Felix was... Wasn’t just not himself. He wasn’t human anymore. Starting to fight us, to actually be dangerous.” Dorian hands curl into fists. “I opened the window. Let Cole in. Alexius never saw him. He promised Felix didn’t feel anything.” He pauses, and his eyes go dark and distant before tears turn them glossy again. “If there was anything left of him to feel at that point.” He looks over at the glass doors leading out to the balconies and started to stand up. “Did night fall already? I should go. See if they’re ready to burn -”

“Someone will come get you before they begin. I’m sure.” Rhys holds onto Dorian’s wrist. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“What?” Dorian holds out his arms and looks down at his very rumpled shirt. “Just to get back into these.”

“I’ll go get something clean for you.”

Dorian sighs. “Very well... You should wash up too. Anders is probably somewhere having a conniption about possible contagions and doesn’t know why.”

Rhys snorts, then kisses Dorian’s temple. If anyone was going to contract the blight sickness from poor Felix, it would have happened long ago. “I’ll change the bedding out too for good measure. And because you like clean sheets.” He hopped up and rolled his shoulders, stretching them out from how they’ve been curled into a circle, and then extending his left hand to pull Dorian up.

“That I do, Lark.” Dorian lifted his eyebrows into something that was almost a smile before closing his fingers around the offered hand.

Rhys doesn’t manage to hold back a hiss of pain when Dorian catches his arm. “Lark?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Rhys.” Dorian’s brows are suddenly stern. He gets to his feet and frames Rhys’s face with his hands and looks him straight in the eye before pressing their foreheads together. “How long ago?”

“A few hours ago.” Rhys squeezes his eyes closed. “And a couple before that.”

“All today?”

“And yesterday,” he adds softly. He doesn’t know why Rifts seem to form in batches. Maybe Solas has a theory.

“Amatus...” Dorian picks up Rhys’s left hand with care and undoes the buttons on his shirt cuff to roll up his sleeve. His fingertips skim over Rhys’s skin, humming with the same soothingly cool magic he’s used before. Rhys has tried the same spell on his own, but it doesn’t work so well when Dorian isn’t the one doing it.

“I didn’t want to bother you. Not when... Well, this does help.”

Dorian peers carefully at his palm and wrist. The Anchor is dormant now, more a tint beneath translucent skin than a glow. “Have you talked to Solas?” He lines his thumb up beside Rhys’s wrist, measuring the progression of the Anchor by comparison to his knuckle, just the way Rhys might estimate planting depths for seedlings.

“I know. It’s spreading again.” Rhys can feel it, working itself way between the compared bones and cartilage and tendons in his wrist. Putting down roots. Just like a seedling.

“Have you shown Solas?”

“Not yet.”

“Lark.” Dorian grasps his shoulders and pulls him close. “Anders then? If not Solas.”

“Anders doesn’t know what to make of it. Not yet, anyway. Cole helps. Sometimes.”

“Dare I ask?”

Rhys shrugs. “He says he gives it a little of what it wants. I don’t understand either.” He’s fairly sure the Anchor wants him dead. Oh not him specifically, it’s nothing personal, it would be doing the same thing to any other poor bastard stuck with it. But it can kill him without Cole’s help, so certainly that’s not what Cole is using to temporarily sate its appetite.

If Rhys washes himself up relatively quickly, he takes more time with Dorian, rubbing his shoulders while he soaps them and massaging his scalp, before leaving him to soak in the water. It doesn’t take long to strip the bed; although, he belatedly realizes he’ll need to ask one of the maids for clean sheets, and settles for tossing a spare blanket over the mattress before checking on Dorian and running down the stairs.

Annalise—the first maid he runs into—smiles and tells him she’ll be right back up with linens. Leliana catches him leaving Dorian’s room with an armful of clothes, but it’s only to tell him that Mother Giselle and Rutherford have decided to wait until the morning for a cremation. There’s time for Dorian to sleep a bit, and eat. He probably needs to eat too.

“Give him my condolences,” she as she walks Rhys back to the door leading up to his quarters. “It is hard enough losing a friend. And I have gathered Felix was more like a brother.”

“What’s being done with Alexius right now?”

“If he wishes to remain with his son’s body, I will see to it that he is allowed. We gain more from being kind to him right now, in the eyes of the Maker. And pragmatically. His willing assistance will be of great use.”

“So you don’t think bringing him here and letting him live was a terrible idea?”

“No. I recognize it was spontaneous on your part, and certainly, I’ll keep a close eye on him. But he’s far more valuable to us alive and cooperative than he would be dead.” She pauses by the door and briefly touches Rhys’s arm. “It is good for me, I think, to be around someone who hasn’t lost the instinct for kindness. Go. I’ll have food sent up, and see that you’re undisturbed for the rest of the night.”

Dorian—acclimated as he is to servants working in the background—is half asleep in the tub when Rhys gets back up the stairs, and Annalise is half through remaking the bed. She rolls her eyes when Rhys insists on helping her finish but permits him. She even nods with approval at how he’s folded and tucked in the corners before disappearing with the armload of used sheets. A practical skill from the Circle.

Rhys sets aside the clothes he grabbed from the chest in Dorian’s room and digs a far too smooth for his own taste silk robe from the chest of drawers which some vaguely important person in the Marches had sent as gift along with a note about his daughter being close to Rhys in age. It should do nicely to wrap Dorian up tightly in. He’ll like the texture.

He’s almost surprised when Dorian doesn’t make many sounds of protest when Rhys dries him off and bundles him into bed. Though it has been a week and change since he properly slept, so that probably explains it. Rhys steps back down to shirt and small clothes himself and climbs under the fresh blankets, settling next to Dorian and wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“Isn’t there something you should be doing, Lark?”

“Not unless there’s something you’d rather me be doing.”

Dorian’s responding snort is amused, and Rhys, realizing one way what he just said could be taken, finds that he’s smiling a little to himself. “I mean, if you -”

“This is good.” Dorian turns over and rearranges the blanket around him so that Rhys is under it as well and there’s one less layer between them. He yawns, snuggling close and tucking his head against Rhys’s chest. “You’ll wake me in the morning, right? Before they... I know I need sleep, and it’s not a pretty thing to watch, but -”

“Of course, I’ll wake you.” Rhys rubs his fingers up and down the back of Dorian’s neck. “And stay with you. But try to sleep now.”

“I’ll try, Lark. For you, I’ll try.”

#30daysofdorian #dorian pavus #rhys trevelyan #pavelyan #dragon age fic #inquisitor x dorian

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livewiregoth · 3 months

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Tamagotchi Ps Places Part3(A)

Here's the final part(I say final but this needed 3 parts for one place) of my post series involving all the unlockable places on the Tamagotchi Ps. For this post I have Gen27 with me along with Gen28, Gen30 & Gen31.

Like I said in part 2, part 1 has info at the beginning if you’re curious about what’s going on.

Once again mentioning how many tamatomo* are needed & will mention changes cause of Mr.Blinky’s English patch too.

*4 puzzle pieces gotten by 1 tamagotchi each time you use their favorite items for the first time then 48 hours making 1 tamatomo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3(You are here)(Part B)(Part C)

Keep reading is added due to being long

This post talks about the Observation Deck/outlook

This is for the observation deck or the outlook as Mr.Blinky's translation patch calls it due to character limits

You unlock this with 20 tamatomos, while any tamagotchi can go here the animation only works if your tamagotchi is an adult.

If you go here random NPCs talking about what happens up there then your tamagotchi will look into the binoculars. If your tamagotchi is not an adult the screen will go black & you'll see some sparkles/stars go by. If your tamagotchi is however an adult you'll get an animation of their future/dreams while they daydream about what they did to get there.

There's a few different animations but some will have the same one depending on the character.(Example Mametchi & Himespetchi have the same animation)

I didn't get as many animations when I had the chance & I don't fully remember when I unlocked this. I'm not raising everyone again just to see what animations they get so hope you enjoy what I have.

Actually now that I think about it Mr.Blinky has a video on his channel were you get to see a lot of the animations using one of the baby tamagotchi & a hack that's meant for testing animations.(LINK) It's not all the animations but it's a couple of them including two I'm showing here.

Pet salon

This is for Monakatchi/Gen27, guess he wanted to trim tamapets' hair/fur.

Oh hey it's the guy I sold stuff to in my yard at least twice

This is the only time I'm showing the pics involving them moving closer to the binoculars. I didn't get many pics of this since they happen a lot & I need to try to cut down on images.

I'm showing this here just so you can see what it looks like.

I had one last pic of the two walking away from each other but there's a 30 image limit & I wasn't sure what to remove since I've tried to remove a few already

Inventor

Mametchi & Himespetchi who generation wise for my device are Gen29 & Gen28 got this. For some reason I chose to delete the pics I took of Mametchi/Gen29 because I already had this animation thanks to Himespetchi/Gen28 going first. I wish I had at least one pic of Mametchi just to show him but oh well.

Anyway I'm guessing they're at some special event(the wall does say something about a tama bel which I'm guessing they mean ball & it mentions inventors near by) when they think about how they got there thanks to their work on machines/inventing.

Oh hey you're new(I've mostly seen people I sold to at some point here)

I think there's a missing pic of her upset at the poop/machine not working but I forgot

Guess she got in

I ended up running out of room due to the image limit(30 image limit) so I removed the last part, put it in a new post & added some images I removed to make room.

I thought I'd be able to get everything in on one final post but I guess we need one more.

#tamagotchi #tamagotchi p #tamagotchi ps

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dearthinkingoutloud · 10 months

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"You were holding out to find the opposite." (pt. 1)

Pre-reading: Listen to "opposite" by Sabrina Carpenter

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The first time that I heard Sabrina Carpenter's song "opposite", I was enjoying her DC stop on her Emails I Can't Send Tour. She had released her album by the same name a few months before her tour announcement and I BEGGED my parents to let me go. After being a fan of her for eight years, I would finally be able to see her in concert as my first concert without my parents! I studied the entire album for months (as if I wasn't already listening on repeat) leading up to it when suddenly, she released four extra songs including opposite. I listened to one of them before the show but wanted to experience the rest of them live, so I decided to save the other three for the concert on May 14.

When she finally played "opposite," I was listening intently to the lyrics and immediately broke down. With all of the adrenaline and energy in the room combined with the lyrics, the tears came quite quickly. The first lyrics alone...

"Oh, so you do have a type? And it's not me" and a few seconds later...

"If you wanted brown eyes I could have got contacts"

Now... I don't have blue eyes like Miss Carpenter, but I inverted it to fit my experience. In my head, she might as well have said, "if you wanted blue/green eyes." Like the TikTok I posted earlier stated, "this song is so WOC-coded (women of colour)," and so as soon as I related it to my life, emotions spilled out of me. In this song, she talks about the pain of someone you like or love moving on to someone else who looks opposite of you. Boy... does that sound familiar... As a black female who grew up in many predominantly white areas, this was unfortunately a common occurrence for me. On many occasions, I would develop crushes on people who expressed no reciprocated interest; in fact, they often looked the opposite of me. White or light-skinned. Blonde. Blue or Green eyes. This disappointing cycle continued so long that I started to look internally and wonder... is it me? What is it about me that you don't like? Are my eyes not special? Am I too dark? Too big? The people who did express interest in me were adults (gross, I know) and/or only sexual in nature which I quickly declined. My self-esteem and self-confidence took a deep decline very quickly.

At the end of the song, Sabrina sings,

"And I know now Even if I tried to change That somehow You'd end up with her anyway"

... which, as you can imagine, made me sob even louder. By then, I had learned the song and was able to sing it with her, so my new concert buddy and I began doing a cross of scream-singing and scream-crying to close out the song.

As a child into my teen years, I would await the day when I needed my ends trimmed so that I could have my hair silk pressed. I wanted to lose weight and didn't want to be taller. I was obsessed with Snapchat filters. They made my eyes bigger, my nose smaller, my lips the right size. I didn't fully grasp it then, but I had wished to look like the girls who everyone wanted (in my predominantly white school). That internalized racism villainized my natural beautiful features and made them the reason why nobody liked me.

In Chapter 8 of Speak Okinawa, Elizabeth Miki Brina recounts her teen years and how her internalized racism manifested in her actions. Previously, she had called herself racist terms, but when she turned thirteen, she, all of a sudden, tried to go by her Japanese name "Miki" (she didn't succeed since everyone had been calling her Elizabeth her entire life thus far). This may seem like a step towards embracing her Japanese side, but her internalized self-hatred (which she doesn't quite know yet) came out in her constant desire to have blonde hair, change her eye shape, and wear blue contacts. She continuously expressed how ugly her Asian features are and therefore, found ways to look different than her natural self. Her mom only feels further rejected by seeing how openly Brina despised the only part of her that was completely related to her mother.

As Sabrina Carpenter said, I know now that it was not me who was at fault or necessarily them for not liking me. Now, I have found love for my natural hair, skin, lips, nose, hips, height, and so on. Of course, I still struggle to love myself like most other people, but there is a clear improvement to my past mindset.

*Look forward to Part 2 in my next post!*

♡ dearthinkingoutloud

#sabrina carpenter

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murielles-crowsnest · 1 year

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Local Woman Thrifts (Possibly) Working Scythe: Filled with Unbridled Joy and Won't Shut Up About It

I was out thrifting today (a bookcase collapsed this month, very sad, very annoy but very little harm to bookles, so not the worst...) I didn't find a bookcase since I am being a picky picker. (THIS time I am on the look out for a SOLID WOOD shelf of correct width/height so it hopefully will hold up to the rigors of reference books and art books that are too hefty for a shelf or my own back's good. If I don't find one by the time I finish repainting the room, I will BUILD it.)((Oh yeah, I am taking the opportunity of moving the big bookcase to paint the room. It's gonna be super cute. Wait and see.)) ANYHOW I am getting off topic.

I wandered into their "Vintage" section which also houses many old tools and things which might be made usable again with some extreme care. AND I SAW IT. A SCYTHE. (There were actually three but I only saw the one at first.) Now, I have secretly and maybe siilily (sure, that's a word) wanted one ever since I became a person responsible for my own yard work. There was a different vintage place that had one once upon a time but by the time I had worked up the courage to buy it, they have mysteriously scarpered off in the night without telling anyone (let alone their landlord) so I had feared I had missed my chance. BUT BEHOLD. I looked at the tag and $30??? REASONABLE!!! Especially compared to the price of buying myself a brand new one online. I gingerly picked it up (noticed the other two) and it was like angelic chorus moment. The handles and blade attachment points were all still wonderfully tight, the wood needs a little love and the blade is rusty as fuck but possibly salvageable with enough work. I was filled with such joy I cannot explain or contain (hence this ludicrous post). Being me though, I set it back down and toodled around the place for the bookcase I was supposed to be looking for. When I went back, I examined the other two. One was lighter (good) but rattled because it was missing some of the bits that held the blade in place (bad!) the other had a breaking/splitting handle (very sad!) so it was back to the first and it was something like love to hold it.

Now I have a scythe that I can clean up, sharpen and try using on the suburban lawn like a completely sane person. Fuck you powered mowers, you are loud, your vibration pains me and scares the critters. I cannot wait to freak out the neighbors even more, who have already seen me trim my hedges with enormous scissors (garden shears) whacking away at weeds with a bladed golf club (grass whip, basically what you had pre-electric corded weed whacker), and chop roots with an axe. I will be the local cryptid I want to see in the world.

Now, to look up tutorials on how to correctly clean it and use it!

#I am honestly so happy I could cry #I do not understand this level of joy right now #I am not just vibrating I am THRUMMING #Anyway I like hand implements and am kinda good with them #if it doesn't work out for my simple city-ordnances compliant (ew) lawn care needs at least I will still have a fucking cool thing

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legendtraineremily · 1 year

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Happy Star Wars Day! May the 4th and the Force be with you all! I know I said I’d post some character bios first but screw it, I’m posting a Star Wars short story in 2 parts today! Started writing this one on a now-dead subreddit but finally got around to finishing. Now I want to share it with y’all! Hope you enjoy 😊 Love and Happy Star Wars Day -Emily

A Moment on Hoth (Part 1)

(The Rebel Alliance has been officially based in the Hoth system for a full six days. In spite of their numerous preparations, troops of all ranks are having troubles getting used to the cold...)

“D5, I don’t want to hear your complaints again,” Major Benovy Tahn preemptively told his old droid R2-D5. Its red dome swiveled in a sort of protest before the answer came.

“Doo-doo dooo dwee-oo.”

“I know, but Duron is family and him simply asking you if the heating unit is working properly is his way of giving you something to do until the hanger calls you to check our transport.” Benovy’s cousin Duron Tahn was also looking for an excuse to have some alone time with his lady friend Ellie Zael, but D5 didn’t care and would likely try to mess with the two just to relieve his boredom. Come to think of it, Benovy hadn’t seen Rillian for a bit and was beginning to think that there was something wrong in the base.

“You know what, D5, let’s go see if that command meeting is over with.”

“Bwee-oo!” D5 probably had the same thought, though with a different motive. Benovy wanted a quick kiss from his lady commander while D5 was probably looking for an undeserved compliment. The man grabbed his new favorite hat and left the barracks wing of Echo base.

Walking the maze of hall-tunnels, he eventually found the conference area. Waiting outside were a few lower officers and staff including his own, Lt. Arlan.

“Meeting still going, Gavix?” Benovy asked.

“Yeah. Apparently the Empire’s using long-range probe droids on a massive scale now. They’re trying to figure out a new patrol schedule to make sure we can intercept anything that trips our sensors.” Gavix shrugged and pointed to his datapad. “I’m just trying to get the commander to sign off on our supply request forms. You?”

“Uh...yeah. I’m just wondering if she plans to stay on-world or head back to the fleet. D5 is getting antsy about being one of the only ‘non-essential’ astromechs in Echo Base at the moment.” Gavix knew that Benovy and the commander had feelings for each other but not to the full extent (and it was best that they keep a professional relationship while around all the high command officers especially), so Benovy didn’t state his real reason for checking on the meeting.

“Whatever you say, sir,” Gavix flashed a slight smirk and scratched his trimmed beard. “If you’re okay with it, Major, I can hand these requests over to you and check on the Mamba. I saw another YT freighter getting a complete overhaul from what I understood, and I’m not in the mood to deal with T’Shran complaining over more ‘unnecessary’ work hours.” Benovy chuckled.

“The Dellian Mamba is newer and in much better shape than that old hunk of a spice crate old Solo has. Still, good idea Gav. I’ll take those reqs for ya’.” Gavix handed over the data-pad and jogged off with a shiver toward where their freighter was docked. D5 moved a scanner over the data-pad and back up to Benovy’s face.

“Dwoo-wah boo-bweep?” the droid quizzed.

“No, I don’t think we’re getting anymore of those bud. We’ll be lucky to get approved for the extra fuel we need for that Gonzati we highjacked when you rescued me. At least it’s Rillian doing the talking and schmoozing and not me.”

“Oh most definitely, Major. One more request from you of all people and you’ll be demoted to private by the time command is finished speaking.” The joking statement was followed by a laugh and the prettiest smile Benovy always longed to see.

#star wars #may the force be with you #may the 4th be with you #fanfic #star wars day #original characters #my ocs #ocs

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beesbond · 2 years

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WHERE DID MY FLIGHT RISING MASTERPOST GO?????? ANYWAY.

i realised i havent done an update with them since the erm. that dragon. AND since then ive gotten two new dragons to the dsmp fandragon tab

fundy (Phantasos)

i remember i bought him and one of his brothers to be the other fox guy i dont know how to spell his name and i font want to try. cpk i guess even thought i know it starts with s. sorry. he took ummmmm 9 months to finish bc i had to wait for the pirate event to get his coat at any reasonable price ever. and then i forgot to finish him until today (his sword covers gardening tools but i like the gold trim netting shit so it stays.)

AND AND i made quackity (Tyche)

he has topped my most expensive fandragon for sure. THOSE CARDS WERE LIKE 220 GEMS OR SOMETHING which i get it was a limited event item and i didnt want the green copy ones BUT THAT WAS A LOT. and the sword also was about the same . AND HIS SHIRT WAS EXPENSIVE TOO??? a classy shirt idr how much it was but??? why r they expensive. i also bought him a tiger familiar bc i like the idea that he owns a tiger okay. its awesome ummmmmm yeah.

OH i also made a couple hermitcraft fandragons and moved my mlp dragon into the fandragon tab.

grian (Deryn)

hes like. IDK IDR how much money i spent on him but i know the mushrooms and goggles were a pain to get. i think i had most of the other stuff but IDR It was so long ago okay

scar (Dolgr)

i wish i could remember what these names meant but i know theyre supposed to be like. reminiscent of the guys. can you tell i didnt really know what to do with him... i got him a cat thats SUPPOSED to be jellie but shes not the right color but IDC IT WAS EXPENSIVE ....... ill probably give him another outfit but for now hes his default skin ^-^

this is chrys do you guys like her she is queen chrysalis and she was 50 gems for the ddragon. and it was one of the best purchases ive ever made

ummmm. https://www1.flightrising.com/lair/431929/879992/1 thats my fandragon tab if anyone wants to look at them IDK . ive talked about the rest of the dragons before but the post is gone?? so idk. i dont remember deleting it but it might have been because of the cdream fandragon i made forever ago............ that guys been banished to my hibernal den TBH i put a disclaimer in his bio that the guys awful and i hate him but like... he was an expensive dragon i dont want to waste that hard work. ill probably end up taking his outfit and giving the parts away while i figure out what to do with him but i havent gotten that far yet

#bees posts #flight rising

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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An Accident

Yeah... you may have seen this before, earlier this week when I accidentally posted it. Anyways, this is a part 2 of the Todoroki clan being obsessed with reader's hair. So, um enjoy.

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

Rei is obsessed with reader’s hair.

She’s taken such good care of it, and after years of hard work, your hair now reaches just around your butt. Your hair is healthy, thick, luscious, and cut into a smooth, U shape; of course all trims are done by Rei herself because she doesn't even trust professionals. And even though you’ve asked Rei on multiple occasions to cut it short, at least up to the middle of your back, she just wouldn’t, always saying that you’re being unreasonable. But you’re not; you’ve given her multiple valid reasons.

For example, Rei and Fuyumi do your hair themselves. And initially, they would let you choose whatever hairstyle you wanted, but now they pick one for you, saying they know which one will suit your outfit of the day better. Rei likes to do double buns, or ponytails tied with ribbons or just one high pony with a pretty big bow on the top of your head. Fuyumi on the other hand makes super intricate hairstyles, and while they look pretty, only you know how much pain your scalp is in. Fuyumi does your hair as if you’re her doll, yanking and twisting hard, saying that she needs to be this rough to achieve the distinctive braid patterns. Thankfully, Rei usually does your hair most of the time.

One of the main reasons you've begged Rei to let you cut your hair short is how much time she (and you) would safe. Since your hair is so long, it takes a lot of time for Rei to put in hair masks, serums, oils, etc. It takes even longer to wash and dry them out, and then style them as well. But she smiled oh so kindly, and told you that she doesn't mind. She looks forward to taking care of your hair, forcing you to sit between her legs for hours as she applies some expensive magic growth oil, ignoring how you didn't like this.

And even if your hair is curly naturally, like even 4C curly hair, Rei will have it straight as a stick in no time (don't bother telling her that you like it natural). But don't worry, its still quite voluminous.

Of course, Rei washes your hair herself, telling you that you’re simply not capable enough to manage it. (At least she lets you wash your body yourself.) And due to your hair being so long, it takes time to not only wash it, but also dry it. Rei will detangle using a wide tooth comb, starting from the bottom and working her way up. Then she’ll dry it with her cold breath, and if required, call Enji to dry your hair with his heat. You like it when Enji dries your hair, because he does it quickly and your hair becomes far smoother.

And its not just Rei and Fuyumi that are obsessed with your hair, the boys are just as fond of it as well. Enji likes to card his fingers through your hair while he’s working on some papers or listening to news, his warm hands always putting you to sleep in his lap. Its an adorable sight, gives him a sense of peace.

Shotou also likes to run his hands through your long hair, especially after a stressful day. The feeling of his fingers through your smooth, long locks, it calms him. And if he’s feeling extra stressed, then he might braid your hair loosely as well. He always wears a scrunchie on his wrist for you.

You wouldn't ever admit it, but you enjoy it when Natsuo played with your hair. Its like he can sense when you're having a headache. He'll have you sit on the floor while he takes a seat on your bed, and then his fingers will do their magic. He knows exactly where to put pressure on your scalp, and exactly how much force to use. His massages always relieve your migraines, and he always massages with expertise to ensure their is proper blood flow in your scalp.

While you are more than happy to let Natsuo touch your hair, you hate it when Dabi's around. If you didn't know better, you'd think he wants to rip your scalp off. He knows how much it annoys you, always pulling at your ponytails, tugging at your braids, even yanking it a few times when you ignore him. And you've complained to your family, but all of them say that "oh he's just playing around." Or "no, he just misses you. He's only teasing." And when you ask Dabi to stop it, he'll just smile and say "big brother privileges."

He's insufferable.

Everyone gets to play with your hair, but God forbid if you do. Oh no, apparently you'd "destroy it", as if you're not capable of managing your own hair. You're not allowed to open your ponytails because, quoting Rei, "you're yanking your hair. You're going to rip your follicles- baby, stop. Just let me do it." But you know that she does that because she wants to brush your hair with the soft, bristle brush before you go to bed. And somedays, Rei doesn't tie your hair in a bun or something, letting your hair fall, and it gets in your way, and even then you're still not allowed to put it up because "oh honey, your hair needs to breathe too. If you keep it in a pony, the band will leave a mark in it." Honestly, everyone finds it adorable when you're dressed in your little, fluffy skirt paired with a cozy oversized sweater, all mad and pouting, trying to blow the hair strands blocking your field of vision. Like a little baby.

While Rei looks at your hair and sees years of her hards work and patience, all you see is losing control over your own life. And you are. They decide everything for you, from the clothes you wear, the food you eat, and even things you should like and dislike. They choose when you should go out, what you should watch, when its time for bed. They disregard your opinions and feelings, and if you show that you're frustrated, then its means that you're just throwing a "tantrum", and you need to be put to bed like some cranky child. You've told them that they're too overbearing, but they always say that they just love you.

What kind of love is controlling?

They're so lost in their delusions, that they don't even see the deteriorating effects it has on you mentally.

Actually, one person did see them. Dabi.

He saw how much everything was overwhelming you, how you were near tears when they talked over you, made choices for you.

He felt a bit bad for you, just a tad. Mostly, he felt there was another opportunity to mess with you.

When Dabi came to bother you one night, tugging at your hair again, this time a bit harder than usual, he saw you were ready to cry. You didn't even bother saying anything to him anymore, just kept quiet and did your best not to cry. Of course, now he ridiculed you. Called you a little crybaby and used that annoying patronising tone with you. And just as he was about to leave, he said "if your hair bothers you so much, why don't you just cut it, you big baby?"

As if something had finally snapped in you, you let his words echo. Why don't I cut it? What's stopping me?

Was it because you had learned to just give in?

You didn't even realise you had walked to your bathroom until you were holding a pair of scissors. Which surprised you, because you weren't allowed to use scissors unsupervised. It was almost as if a sign from the universe motivating you to do it, and definitely not Dabi who left them on the sink.

Holding the pair of scissors in one hand and a chunk of your hair in the other, you hesitate for a second and wonder what will Rei do. But before you could stop yourself, you cut.

I'll cross that bridge when it comes.

You start low, maybe 2 inches above your hips. It looks okay, but maybe you could cut a little more. And a little more. And a little more. Before you know it, your hair is around shoulder length, in an uneven, chunky bob. Its not perfect, but somehow you feel much better. Like you’ve finally gotten some control back. Wiping your tears away, you ruffle your hair a bit, the cool air on your neck adding to the feeling of freedom. You feel normal, happier, peaceful. Things you haven't felt in years. And all because you had 3 am meltdown.

After you cleaned up the bathroom, you went back to bed, anxious how everyone will react in the morning. Maybe they won't care. You thought. Its only hair. My hair.

Everyone was waiting for you at breakfast the next morning, and to everyone’s surprise, Dabi had joined them as well. Rei was cooking up some eggs, while the kids chatted. Enji was suspicious of the mischievous glint in Dabi’s eyes, and it was filling him with unease. Just as he was about to question him, you walked in.

Everyone went silent.

Then Fuyumi let out an audible gasp, while Dabi chuckled darkly. Natsuo, Shotou and Enji looked at you with their mouths agape.

“Good morning.”you greeted them.

Rei, who was facing away from you, finally turned towards you. “Good mo-”Rei’s breath hitched, eyes blown wide, as the plate of bacon fell from her hands.

Its funny how everyone in the kitchen, including you, had the same thought at that moment.

What the fuck?

Taking a deep breath, you moved to sit in your usual spot between Fuyumi and Rei, but Shotou suddenly pulled you back and pushed you into the seat beside him. He knows his mother is in a better state mentally, but something tells him not to risk it. Fuyumi snapped next, quickly getting up and cleaning the mess on the floor while Enji pulled Rei, who was still staring at you in disbelief, to sit beside him. You remained indifferent to everyone’s stares, quietly eating your food. As soon as you were done, Shotou got up and quickly pulled you out of the room, Dabi following close behind.

They sat in your room as Shotou looked at your hair with worry. “Looking nice, doll.”Dabi chuckled as he plopped down on your bed beside you. “Thanks.” you mumbled. “Y/n how did- why did you- why did you cut your hair?” Shotou asked, still looking at your choppy hair. “Do you not like it?” you asked. “N-no I do. But what will mom say-” “Shotou, its my hair.” you snapped. “Yeah, Shotou.” Dabi mocked. Fuyumi and Natsuo soon joined you guys, worrisome looks on their faces. “Why did you cut it? Oh my god, do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” Fuyumi was freaking out. “Its my hair.” you rolled your eyes. They ignored you. “Okay, okay. Shotou why don't you stick around with Y/n for a couple of days? Fuyumi and dad will try to keep mom away from her.” Before Fuyumi could nod, you stood up. “No.”

Natsuo looked at you confused. “what do you mean “no”?”

“I mean no. I don't need Shotou to babysit me. I can handle myself.” Fuyumi walked towards you, reaching her hands for you but you backed away, “Y/n, sweetie-” You cut her off ,“Stop treating me like a child.”

Shotou spoke this time, “Its for your protection-” “Protection from who? Our mother? Why?”your words dared them to say the truth. To agree that Rei was unstable. They didn't say anything.

A few days had passed by and things were returning to normal. Almost normal. Rei still had this thousand yard stare when she looked at you, but she never said anything. Cutting your hair was the best decision you had made, because not is it only easy to manage, but it also got the family off your back. Rei doesn't wash your hair anymore(although you think she's just not over the shock), Fuyumi doesn't need to do your hair, they dry faster, and all of your brothers (including Dabi) doesn't mess around with them anymore. Enji was the first to adjust to your new cut, he even complimented you one day.

Did you feel guilty because you know how attached Rei was to your hair? A bit, but then realised that you needed this. You need some control over your life, and if this is how they react to your new cut, then maybe you could start taking back reigns over other aspects of your life as well.

You thought that maybe Rei had finally gotten over it a week later, when you were laying in the bathtub, enjoying the hot bath. When you heard her walk in, you were a bit startled. Why was she here- is she finally over it? "Um- hey." She smiled at you. "Why are you here?" She took the bath stool and sat behind the tub. "You know why." She replied and started rolling her sleeves up. Is she here to wash my hair? "Oh, are you here to wash my hair? I don't need help with that anymore now that they're short." Rei smiled again, this one looking forced, before dipping her hand in the tub. "No, silly." And with that, Rei froze the entire the tub in 2 seconds. The ice trapped your limbs, and reached up to your clavicle. The sudden change from hot to cold had you jolt, but you couldn't move due to the frozen ice. "Mom-!" You heard the buzzing sound of a trimmer and then felt Rei entangle her fingers in your hair to yank your head back. "I'm here to complete your haircut." You tried moving your head but her grip on your scalp was unrelenting. She started trimming the right side of your head, moving it slowly as to get every single hair. "Honestly, you should've come to me. I do agree that it'd be a good idea to start again." Tears fell from your eyes, your teeth chattered and you could feel your heart beat slow down as the cold seeped into your bones. "M-mom, I'm col-d. P-please s-stop..." Rei was done with one half of your head. "You know, I read somewhere that your grows thicker if you cut it. I'm sure that after I've shaved your head, your hair will grow even fuller. I've already gotten some new oils and hair masks! Maybe we could do them together." You couldn't hear anything besides the slowing of your own heart beating. Your breath had started to become shallow, you couldn't think about anything except for how painful ice could be. Your lips were turning blue, eyes were getting clouded with black spots, all sensation from your body was losing. Just before you lost consciousness, you heard the bathroom door open and a panicked yell.

You felt warm.

When you came to, your entire body felt warm and weighted, probably due to the heavy blanket spread on you.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in a dimly lit room. It was...your parents room. Why am I here? You turned your head to look around but your eyes stopped at the large figure sitting on a chair next to your bed.

"Dad?"

The figure's head snapped towards yours. "You're awake." He paused. "How- how are you feeling?" You moved the blanket off you, your body felt dense and ached. "Warm and...sore. What happened? Why am I in your bedroom?" Enji shifted in his seat. "I think its best if you stay here from now on, so that... your mother and I can look after you." Your eyes widened. "What? Why?" You moved to sit up but then a pain shot through your head. "Ah shit." You hissed in pain as you went to massage your temples but your hands halted at the feeling of your hair... or lack there of. You tried to run a finger through your choppy bob cut, but all you felt was your shaved head. Your eyes met Enji's, looking at him in disbelief as you recalled the events that had led up to this. "Darling-" You jumped off the bed and ran towards the vanity mirror, praying that this is just a nightmare. But as you looked at your reflection, you realised that this was the terrifying reality you were living in.

Tears dripped from your eyes as you took in your appearance. Trimmed- no, shaved pink hair. You couldn't see a single bit of hair above the roots, only a baby pink scalp. She had not only trimmed your hair first but then also proceeded to shave your scalp off. Your head looked like it had peach fuzz.

You couldn't bring yourself to look away, not even when Enji placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n-" He didn't even what to say. He was still in shock from what would've happened if Fuyumi hadn't yelled for him when Rei was-

Enji shook his head. Now's not the time. You're here and you're fine. You're fine. Enji pulled you towards him, burying your face in his chest as you cried. "You're fine." He repeated, more to himself than to you. "Why- why would she do this?" Your voice was muffled by his chest but he understood. He understood your pain and it tore him apart that he still wouldn't be able to help you.

Enji honestly didn't know what to tell you. He didn't know what words would bring you comfort. "It... it was an accident." His chest rumbled as he spoke. You pushed yourself away from him as you looked at him perplexed.

"What?" Your eyebrows raised, nostrils flared and blood rushed to your face. You were going to blow up.

"An accident? Is that what you said? Oh okay. Was it an accident when she froze the fucking tub? Did the trimmer accidentally fall from her hands to my head?! Oh and did she accidentally pull the razor over my head?!" Angry tears fell from your eyes but you were far too enraged to care.

Enji opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Turning around you saw her.

Rei was standing there with a tray of food and water. Her face turned to shock before turning to happiness. She set the tray on a nearby table before she rushed towards you, her hands reaching for your face.

"Angel, you're awake-" you pushed her hands away roughly as you backed away from her.

"Dont you dare touch me."

The couple, they had never heard your voice such hostility. It wasn't like you. Rei shook her head as she tried to reach for you again, taking another step in your direction. But you smacked her hands away again. "I said don't touch me!" Your yelling had got your siblings to rush in the room, wanting to see what the commotion was about.

Rei's eyes shifted from you to Enji, looking at him for help, before they returned back to you. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Y/n, darling. What's wrong?" You scoffed at her soft tone that tried to quell the storm of negative emotions bubbling inside you. "What's wrong? What's wrong? I don't know, you tell me, Rei. Why the fuck am I bald?!" Your head was pounding with rage, raw unbridled anger.

When Rei didn't say anything, Fuyumi stepped forward to help her out. "Y/n its-"

"Shut up."

Fuyumi's- everyone's eyes widened. Of everyone, you never even rose your voice at your favourite sibling. But to hear your voice turn so cold towards her, it shocked everyone. "Y-Y/n-" she tried again but you cut her off. "I said shut up. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Rei and she'll answer for herself."

Enji placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back slightly. "Have some respect. She's your mother-" You yanked your shoulder away from his grip. "No, she's not!" You inhaled deeply, trying to stabilise your voice. "No, she's not. You're not my dad. I'm not a part of this family. And I'm so sick of playing this game."

Dabi's eyes narrowed. "Stop being an ungrateful brat. You've been given all the luxuries one could only imagine, spoiled to no end-" You laughed. "Did I ask for anything?" "You never had t-" "And all these luxuries that you're talking about, I didn't get them for free. I had to give up a lot. No, wait-" you laughed again, tears blurring your vision. "I didn't give up anything. You all took it. Yeah, all of you snatched everything away from me. My family, my friends, my privacy, my sanity, everything. And you-" you moved towards Rei, pointing a finger at her. "You have been the most greedy one of them all."

Rei's jaw fell open, as she shook her head. "No-" You shook your head.

"Yes! I gave you everything. I let you dress me up in those god awful clothes, feed me whatever you wanted, stick to your side like glue because you don't like it when I was out of your sight for a more than a few minutes. For fucks sake, I didn't even go to college this year because you weren't ready to see me become an adult!" You ran a frustrated hand through your hair. "I played into your sick little fantasy. I let you treat me like a child, talk to me like I'm some helpless baby. I let you touch me even though it disgusted me to no end. I never even complained when you gave me ice burns because I was throwing a tantrum." You looked at the rest of your family, and they were shocked to hear that last bit. You smiled cruelly at them. "Yeah, you didn't know that did you?"

Rei was crying herself by now, as she reached out for you once again but you moved away. "I let you have everything. All I wanted was this little bit of freedom, for my own sanity. But you couldn't stomach that could you?" Your head hung low, your tears hitting the floor.

"Why do you have to be so selfish?"

Your voice held so much pain and defeat. Rei couldn't help but engulf you in her arms, wrapping herself around you tightly before you could even protest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried out. "I- I promise I'll fix this! Yes. I-I've already gotten you some new hair oils! They say that they'll help you grow 6 inches in a month! Oh and Natsuo also brought some stuff for hair growth! Some vitamins and- Natsuo whats that spray called? Minoxy? Mi-minoxidil! Yes! He said that'll help you grow your hair in no time! Doesn't that sound nice? You'll have long hair like before!" Rei pushed back to look at you. You couldn't believe it.

"Are you- are you really that delusional?" Your voice was so soft, almost like you would break any moment now. "Are you so blind to see what you're doing to me?" Your eyes held so much pain and confusion. "Sweetie, don't worry- mommy will take such good care-" You pushed Rei away from you, your anger rolling back in full speed. "YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" You shrieked. "Y/n-" Shotou tried to interject. "I'm not a part of your fucking family."

Enji stepped towards you. "Calm down."

You looked at him. "You said that what happened was an accident. What will you do if another one happens? And you're not around this time to save me? Hmm? What will you do? Continue playing house with my dead body?!"

Rei's sobs shook her body. "Shut up. Think before you say stupid shit like that." Dabi spoke this time, moving to stand between you and his mother. "Or what? You're going to hurt me? More the reason why all of you, but especially you-" you pointed at Rei "deserve to be in that nuthouse-!"

You were on the floor before you could even process what had happened. Had you- had you fallen? But when the searing pain of the burn on your cheek came alive and you looked at his hand that had erupted in blue flames, you realised what had happened.

Dabi slapped you.

"Y/n!"

Your cheek felt like someone had placed a hot iron on it, the sting spreading to your entire cheek, but you were far too shocked to care about the pain.

Dabi slapped me.

Shotou, Natsuo and Fuyumi quickly rushed to your side, picking you up and out of the room, while Dabi stood there in stunned as his own hand throbbed. The image of his handprint branded on your scared face wasn't going to leave his mind anytime soon.

Enji hesitated, looking at his wife and son in disbelief, before leaving the room to look for you.

Rei walked towards Dabi and smacked his arm. "What did you do?!" She yelled at him. He opened his mouth to explain but nothing came out.

"She's your little sister, Touya! W-why would you do that?!" Rei scolded him.

He hurt you. Like Enji hurt Rei.

He hurt you.

Rei sighed before closing her eyes and engulfing Dabi in her arms. "Its okay. Its not your fault." She rubbed his back soothingly. "It was an accident, wasn't it?"

Dabi wrapped his arms around his mother, burying his face in her neck, before nodding.

"Yes. It was an accident."

So... how was it?

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krismasarson · 3 years

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This is where I'm going to explain my Lycan!Heisenberg Headcanons because they deserve to be shared. I will say now that this is all that I have so far but as soon as I get more idea they will be shared!

Physical Attributes

Physically, He does not have ears or a tail as Lycans and Werewolves are two VERY different things. But he will have a much more noticeable amount of body and facial hair.

I connect this with his long hair as well and I like to think that once it gets to be lower than his shoulders is when he chops it off. And when I say chops it I off I mean literally. He takes a peice of sharp scrap metal and just slices through this hair. And then just moves on with his day.

In terms of body and facial hair tho- I don't really think he really started to trim and keep it under control until he really started to trust and gain feelings for you.

Like I'm talkin an ABSURD amount of chest hair, facial hair, armpit hair, and his intimate areas. It's not that it wasn't uncomfortable or annoying to him. He just never really had any real reason to waste time on it when he could be working on his experiments. But then when you came around, he started to genuinely care about how he presented himself.

But I will say, that this man knows absolutely nothing about shaving. So the first time he asked you to teach him how to or atleast be there to try to help him learn was honestly the most wholesome thing ever

Lycan Mentality

He has some, what he calls, Feral episodes. It's basically just him getting overly territorial and all around just growling, snarling, and snapping at people. This almost only happens when the situation has anything to do with you possibly getting hurt, when he is a bit paranoid, or even when you yourself aren't in the best of places mentally.

He will also have what he calls Werewolf Menstrual Cycles but in all reality it's basically just a Lycans heat cycle. No blood or any intense physical pain. Just a large man who is going to be overly emotional, very temperamental (with everyone except you of course-), and all in all just REALLY Horny with Mating Cramps.

On the overly emotional and temperamental side of things, he will be very sensitive to really anything and basically just be a moody man who is very easily threatened by anyone that comes within 3 feet of you. His instincts are basically telling him to protect you at all costs and if anyone makes skin to skin contact with you. There's no easy way to say this... that person is probably gonna end up leaving with scars they didn't arrive with.

But that's only if you aren't able to pull Karl away and back to the nest before he can even think about what he's gonna do to this poor bastard that just tried to steal his mate away from him.

And if you do successfully pull him away and back to the nest. Be warned, that's more than just you pulling him away to stop him from hurting someone. In the state of mind he is in and with his hormones completely wacked, his animalistic instincts are going to take that as you, his mate, pulling him away because you are getting needy and... let's just say he has his priorities straight because the minute he realizes you are leading him toward the nest weeeeeell- I'll just say that the instincts take over and we will leave it at that.

And on top of being basically just a grown a*s man with more hormones than a teenage boy, hes just really wanting to do what his instincts are telling him to and that's to "Protect mate. Care for mate. Stay with mate. Breed mate." And that's basically just on repeat in his head for the remainder of the week. (Oh and I forgot to mention it is not monthly! It is once every 3 to 4 months at the least. Sometimes it can happen once every 6 months it really all depends on his mental health and well-being)

Nests

I've already mentioned "Nests" in a previous post and basically what those are is a small room (typically big enough to fit a king size mattress but a queen works just fine) that is filled with pillows, blankets, animal pelts, and basically just as many soft things that can fit in their while still being able to fit the Lycan and their mate, as well as leaving room for intimate interactions.

The nest is both a safe place for the lycan as well as their own den in a way. It's somewhere they are able to feel safe and comfortable both when their mate is and isn't around. The nest will typically be drenched in the smell of both the lycan and their mates scent making it the ideal place for both members in the relationship.

It is also a place for the lycan to bring and store gifts that they have given to their mate. The gifts serve as both a way of courting and expressing love. Both lycans and mates can give and receive gifts though typically the more dominant of the 2 is the one who will court the other. Whether it is during heats or not, the dominant party is more than willing to court the other by whatever means.

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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writers-worst-nightmare · 3 years

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Demon slayer characters finding out you are a demon pt 2:

Ask: Yo wassup

I enjoyed the „finding out you are a demon“ Hcs way to much so could I request more headcanons from „finding out you are a demon“ for Giyuu, Obanai and Zenitsu?.. They were awesome!! 😫🤚

A/N: man I guess I should post more demon slayer stuff lol, you guys seemed to enjoy those a LOT ummm…not complaining though Demon Slayer hits different

Request are always open!

Warning(s): angst-turned-fluff, cussing

Pairing(s): Giyuu x reader, Obanai x reader, Zenitsu x reader

Giyuu:

This gif of him is so fine oml

ANYWAY

Moving on from the part that Giyuu is fine af

he knew from the start that you where a demon

But for some reason he tolerated you and that turned to you two dating

It was all so fast for him

One minute he was thinking of ways to kill you and the next he was telling you how much he loved you and giving you pet names

So he is over here like 🧍‍♂️

He tried to kill you

He didn’t really stop but it was actually NEZUKO that stopped him

Yeah you heard that right Nezuko stopped him from killing you

And it was them that he realized how far he had gone

I mean you where battered and bruised while crying on the floor and he wasn’t going to stop

That hit him like a fucking truck

What if Nezuko hadn’t stopped him?

What if he killed you?

He blocked himself off from everybody else

He even ignored you

Giyuu imma bout to beat yo ass if you keep ignoring y/n

You and him fell into a dark place and he didn’t know what to do

but that all changed when one day Giyuu decided to fix y’all relationship

Finally

So instead of talking to you he kind of just picked you up and threw you over his shoulder then started waking with you

And your other here like 👁👄👁

”Giyuu? Why did you just throw me over your shoulder?”

”I wanted to fix this”

He is now SUPER overprotective of you and like it is sooo cute

Like I am so jelly :(

So he tries to not kill anymore demons and solve this a peaceful way

Everyone else realized this and they where like

❓❓❓

Because usually he is all like

“STABBY STABBY STABBY”

And now he is all like

”Maybe we don’t have to go stabby stabby.”

Obanai:

This is the best gif I could find of him smh

he is so underrated

ANYWAY

“So, a fight to the death is a good option for us?”

”No❤️“

He is really confused

Like he knows that a demon is bad and he should fight a demon

But he doesn’t want to hurt you

If he saw you even slightly bruised he wouldn’t know what to do with himself

He would just cry honestly

So he decided to do the most romantic thing

He literally dropped ALL of his dreams and ran away with you

“They can not catch us if we run far away my little reptile…”

It was like a Romeo and Juliet all over again

So the two of you ran away and found a home somewhere in the woods

Always on the run and brought excitement to the relationship

Sure it felt weird to fight against the people he said should have fought to the death over a demon but he had to do it

Because if he hadn’t then what would you be doing?

Just lay there?

He knew you better then that

He also knew that you would go on your own and he could never bare that

He taught you the method of fighting and you taught him how to kill a hunter

It was very concerning for both ends

But he didn’t care

You guy’s where just happy together in a kick-ass relationship

He spent the rest of his days with you and even adopted some kids

It became a safe haven for demons and humans alike

Nezuko and Tanjiro stayed over from time-to-time

You even learned how to heal demons and started healing some of the demons that he was hurt in the past

Obanai started picking up on some of your methods and you two lived happily ever after

Y'all this was so cute ommggg

I think this is my favorite one to do lol

Zenitsu:

“Oh, ok cool!”

“Wait…you aren’t like concerned? No, ‘oh my God I can’t believe you betrayed me!’ None of that?”

”As long as you don’t go out with a hot anime demon the I am ok with you being a demon!”

like the best conversation above he doesn’t really mind

Like Mitsrui nothing really changed in the relationship

If anything he tried to impress you by saying how well he got along with Nezuko

And you are here like 🧍‍♂️

“She totally fell for me y/n!”

Nezuko in the back: “No I did not!”

Don’t ask me how Nezuko magically started talking

You guys have like demon talks

Where you pamper Zenitsu and he pampers you

”Y/N-CHAAANNN”

He trims your horns if they are growing and teaches you how to avoid hunters

Nothing changed because he couldn’t leave his friends just hanging there

And plus you didn’t seem like the type of demon that eats humans

Think of like Nezuko

So Zenitsu liked you even more

You protect him if a demon came towards him

He also tried to teach you his lightning breath but it didn’t work out when you accidentally shocked him

PLEASE GIVE BEST BOY SOME CUDDLES PLEASE

He loves it when he knows the danger in your relationship and he STILL IS TOGETHER WITH YOU

Even though he can be scared sometimes and that is when Tanjiro and Nezuko step in

Or Giyuu if it is SUPER bad

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: tom holland x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: your boyfriend got home just in time to watch his most recent interview on tv with you.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, nothing just fluff! :)

𝗔/𝗡: this is my first time writing for tom so i hope you guys like it!! <3

this is based on the spider-man: far from home interview with jimmy kimmel!

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the young girls heart was silent for the first nineteen years of her life. nothing but a faint heartbeat and some clouded thoughts of little to nothing inconsistencies. from the moment she first opened her eyes as a baby, separating her fingers and spreading her toes while her newly polished eyes tried making sense of her surroundings, to the ripe summer when her mother insisted she become a camp counselor to succumb enough money to buy her very own long-overdue car. the girl felt nothing.

the teens she longed to be alike were a mere hourglass, y/n a shadow. portraying their success and growth without mirroring any of her own, she felt like a weak duckling surrounded by marvelous swans. she would spend her youth watching blondes fall for brunettes on television, plopping popcorn into her mouth while pressing rewind on her favorite romantics, watching the way they would look at eachother and move with one another. she never thought she could be able to experience that. everything inside her was too quiet, too plain.

and then she met tom. it became loud, too loud, and she loved it. everything she thought she could never achieve, she achieved with him. her colorless days no longer existed and she fell deeper and deeper in love with him everyday.

switching the tv from some medical soap opera, y/n sat on her couch. she wore nothing but a plain bra and a pair of baby blue satin shorts. normally, she’d cover up more, especially if she had company over, but tom was a different kind of company and a comfortable one at that.

“THOMAS HURRY UP!” she could hear her boyfriend yell a faint, “i’m coming,” through the noise of the water running. shortly after, the shower stopped as y/n scrolled mindlessly through her phone, impatient.

she expected to see her boyfriend walk out of the bathroom, a trail of steam behind him, but instead she heard the loud roar of a hairdryer.

“for fucks sake-“ her mouth was lacking the salty and buttery flavor she craved so she took the opportunity to use her time by putting some popcorn in the microwave while her boyfriend blowed out his hair.

as she watched the minutes on the timer go down, the machine dinged as she grabbed a bowl and poured the snack inside it. she made her way back to the bench sofa and extended her legs out on the grey island cushions. the lace on the trim of her shorts tickled her feet as she folded her legs. “TOM HURRY THE FUCK UP, ITS ALMOST STARTING!”

the girls mouth was full as she yelled, losing patience with the boy. “IM SORRY, IM COMING!”

minutes later, a shirtless tom holland, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, appeared in their shared living room. the girls eyes grew big, his doing the same as he took in her taboo and exposed form.

“what- tom! you haven’t even gotten dressed yet?!”

“well, neither have you, apparently! plus, this is pretty comfortable, is it not?”

“tom-“ she warned.

“i got it, i got it..” his bare feet slapped against the hardwood floors as he quickly ran into their bedroom and retrieved his clothes. he came back out wearing a black t shirt and a pair of light blue sweatpants.

“KIMMEL IS STARTING!” she pointed at the tv and looked over to see tom bounce down onto the couch next to her, sprawling his legs out like she had done earlier.

“baby, that’s just the intro, i’m not there yet.” she peered over at him.

“who said i’m watching this for you?” he turned his head and made a sarcastic face.

“yeah, sure..” he mocked.

“WAIT, i need my blanket! go, get it, i don’t want to miss this!”

“y/n, it hasn’t even started yet-“

“now tom!”

“but what if i miss it!”

“you were there, you already know what happens-“ you lightly shoved his clothed knee and he sprung to his feet, so fast that tessa jolted up and ran after him.

“tessa! calm down!” the dog didn’t listen and continued following her dad, panting the whole way back.

once they were settled, jimmy announced his upcoming guests before a quick commercial break.

“quick, my ass..” she muttered.

tom stifled a chuckle. “why are you so bent up about this? you’ve seen my interviews before!”

“yeah, but i’ve never been able to actually watch one with you! it’s like… an entirely different experience!”

he didn’t believe her. “are you sure that’s the real reason? or is it because you just want me to give you secret info on the film, because love, you know i can’t do that, not after last time.”

she placed a hand on her chest playfully, “tom! i would never, how could you think of me like that?! as if i would ever do such a thing!”

“mmhmm..”

the commercials came to an end and y/n looked up to see jimmy start announcing the cast.

“shit, oh my god, it’s happening.”

“shhh, calm down!” tom laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder, his other arm sprawled out behind the frame of the sofa.

“how can i keep calm!? my fucking BOYFRIEND is about to be on tv! you know how many people can say that they are dating spider-man? like, no one!” her knee was bouncing and she couldn’t contain the excitement. watching someone on television while sitting in the same room with them was a rush she had never felt before.

she was loud as hell inside.

“please welcome, tom hol-“

“WHOOOOO, YEAH!!” she started clapping dramatically and stood up for a quick second, her eyes glued to the tv as she watched her boyfriend appear, while her actual boyfriend sat there laughing at her excitement.

they did a stupid elevator bit, before him and everyone else walked up to their chairs.

“really, tom?” his dark eyes flickered to hers. “what?! i thought you would like it, it’s funny!” she rolled her eyes and smiled, thinking to herself: my boyfriend is a dork, even on national television.

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“oh my god, you all look so good.”

“i know, right?”

“look at jake!”

“yeah-“

“look at zendaya!”

“i know-“

“OH MY GOD LOOK A-“

“OKAY Y/N, i get it, everyone but me is attractive, thanks. you’ve made it pretty clear.” he frowned as you gushed over how good his coworkers looked.

“yes, tom! i think you look awful, that’s why i’ve been dating you for the past four years, because i think you are ugly.”

he looked at his girlfriend, uncertainty in his eyes.

“oh, come on, i’m joking! you’re beautiful, come here.” she grabbed the side of his head and pulled him over so his head was laying on her chest. she began to play with his hair while watching.

“so the trailer came out, the trailer got like 135 million views within the first hour-“

“yeah it did!” she exclaimed, her fingers busy in his hair.

“see, i didn’t know that then.” he muttered, his brows furrowing together as tessa looked up at him from y/n’s lap.

“well it’s no secret, i’m not very good at instagram.”

y/n bursted out laughing. it wasn’t even that funny, but all of her emotions where heightened in this moment.

“oh god, i know where this is going.. this is the zendaya story isn’t it?” you smirk down at him and he lifts his head to nod at you.

“i knew it..”

“i basically.. forgot to post the trailer.”

“that’s bad.”

“yes jimmy, yes it is.” she couldn’t contain the snickers leaving her mouth and tom protested against it.

“listen, it’s difficult for some people, okay!”

“mmhmm, whatever you say baby.” she remembers distinctly, waking up and asking her boyfriend why he never posted the trailer, which caused him to wind up into a frenzy and immediately contact zendaya for assistance.

“well, you wouldn’t tell me how to!”

“tom, you’re a grown man! you should be able to figure that out yourself, peter parker.” she leaned over and kissed his cheek, his arm wrapped around her.

“so you’re IT for the team?”

“yeah, y/n, making poor zendaya the it for the team-“

“oh, shush, it was funny as fuck. but not as funny as the time you spoi-“

he placed his finger on her lips to quiet her, “oh, stop it!” she giggled in response.

she watched as zendaya recalled the moment she had to screen record how to delete an instagram story for him, which was another thing y/n refused to help him with. sure, she loves him and all, but watching the panic on his face as he realizes that he messed up, always cracked her up. especially since he brags about how ‘tech savvy’ he is for his age.

“it’s not my fault you’re a grampa!”

“yeah, we’ll, you’re dating a grampa!”

“true, i am.”

her hands reached towards her blanket as she put her popcorn bowl down and laid the covering over her and her boyfriend. the grey weighted blanket matching the couch perfectly.

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“okay, wait…why are you guys still in highschool?!” y/n had paused the program to engage in a very serious and heated discussion about the aftermath of endgame which led up to the beginning of his new movie, far from home, which had yet to come out.

“i mean.. it’s five years! i’m so confused.” tom sighed, placing his hands on his knees, he sat up straight. “like i said in the interview, y/n, i don’t know.”

“well… ask the russo brothers! i mean, jacob is right, that’s a huge plothole!”

toms eyes sparkled as he looked at his lover trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“i… i don’t even know what to say right now. my whole life is a lie!”

“okay, let’s not get too dramatic here-“

“NO, tom! as an avengers fanatic, i need to know!” she gripped the hem of his shirt and tugged, his body jolting forwards.

“tell me!” she shook him as he laughed and tessa barked.

“i don’t know, baby!” she frowned slightly and looked at her boyfriends amused face.

“i’m dating spider-man, you’d think i’d get the inside scoop.” she rolled her eyes and placed her legs back up on the cushions. tom leaned over and looked her up and down, flickering from her bare chest and her eyes. he leaned into her neck and started planting kisses. “i’m sorry, i will be sure to ask someone at marvel for you.” she smiled sweetly before thanking him.

“has everyone seen avengers: endgame?”

the girl rose to her feet, the blanket stuck to her bare legs. “yes, jimmy, i have! i saw my boyfriend get dusted right before my fucking eyes!”

tom remembered the first time he watched the film with her. it was hard for him to keep it under wraps and while he did end up telling her some spoilers, he kept out the whole ‘death by thanos’ part.

“okay, calm down little one.” he reached his arm out to pull her down, back to the couch.

“tom, baby, i know you like.. could get in trouble for it but-“

“y/n… not this conversation again.” he put his hand up to his forehead, two fingers on the bridge of his nose. she knew that if she prodded and poked in all the right spots, that her boyfriend would give in. that it just took a little push for him to confess all the dirty details of his new blockbuster.

“come on! i am begging, tom- i have so many questions, can you blame me? i mean… mysterio, like.. what’s that guy all about?! he’s a villian right?”

“well…”

“a hero?”

“definitely not.”

“antihero?”

“not exactly-“

“UGH, tom! you are killing me here.” she whined, putting her hands on his chest as the paused tv shined upon his features. “please give me something… anything.” she trailed her fingers down his chest, tauntingly.

“anything?” he smirked at her.

“yup. like… maybe just exactly what jakes character is? i mean, i remember him telling us at dinner that time, but that was barely enough, i mean.. there’s gotta be more right?”

“go on.”

“and mj, i mean.. is peter finally going to ask her out? baby, so many questions, i just have so many.”

“well… i guess i could tell you one thing..” he tempted her. her lips twitched upwards as she pressed her forehead against his.

“mmhmm?”

“i could tell you that… the ending of the movie?”

“yeah..”

“is fucking fantastic. really, it’s brilliant babes.”

“because?”

“you will just have to see-“ he was cut off by his girlfriend hitting him in the face with a pillow.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE TOM-“

“quiet down! you are going to get tessa all going..”

“sorry…”

a moment of silence passed as tom squealed, “for fucks sake tom!” in his best high pitched, y/n impression possible.

“shut up!”

the two laughed before she clicked play.

“you look so good here, tom. it’s so weird like- i’m sitting next to you-“ she pointed at tom, “but, there you are on tv!”

“you are just realizing this?”

“well, it’s like inception!”

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“i was told, it was a wedding!”

her chest boiled with anger as she quickly hit pause. “NO BECAUSE, fuck you for that! i remember being all excited, thinking tony and pepper were gonna have a beautiful wedding, only to see hes fucking DEAD.”

tom couldn’t hold in his laughs. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know!”

“well it’s pretty obvious, tom! everyone’s sad and in black, baby, you really are an airhead.”

“hey-“ she cut him off with a kiss to his lips.

the two cuddled up while watching the interview, small laughs leaving their bodies.

“like, zendaya! when did you find out how endgame ended?”

“oh, i remember. me, jacob, and zendaya were all in a facetime call freaking the fuck out, while my boyfriend over here, was chilling like nothing was wrong.”

“you guys were in a facetime call?” he questioned.

“yes! i was heartbroken and i had gotten a call from z who was clearly also upset!”

“well, he’s fine clearly! i mean, i wouldn’t be in far from home if peter was dead, right?”

she looked up at him, his heartbeat still lingering on her skin. “so you can tell me that you are still alive, but you can’t tell me about jake gyllenhaals character?”

“well, it’s a given! obviously peter is alive!”

y/n groaned, her head now resting on his chest.

“dating a superhero is difficult.”

“aww, poor darling, i’m sure it is.” he peppered kisses along her forehead.

“hey! you ate all of the popcorn?!” tom was flabbergasted, his voice heightening a few octaves.

“yep, and what about it?” her tone dripping in sass.

“i wanted some, for one!”

“too bad, maybe if you would spill the deets on far from home, you’d get some of my popcorn. hell, tom, if you confess right now, i’ll make you a whole bowl!”

“no.”

“well it was worth a try!”

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“i can’t believe it’s over.” the house was completely silent, the only thing audible being tessa’s light snores.

“i’m gonna miss that guy..”

“baby, i’m right here.” he placed his hand at the small of her back, looking at her lovingly.

“i’m talking about mysterio.”

“oh, yeah, great!” she giggled at his response. “he’s just so hot, tom! way hotter than peter-“

“yeah, maybe if you think manipulation is hot!”

her mouth fell agape at his words.

“what?” he said, oblivious to the screw up he just made. she smiled widely at him as he slowly was hit with realization.

“oh, fucking damn it!”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff

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