#Anyway feel free to ask questions I’m very lonely

[youngerfrankenstein]

Now that I’ve seen four different Transformers cartoons I thought it might be fun to rank the mainstays.

It’s been an interesting (and frustrating) experience! I’ll probably watch CyberVerse at some point, and possibly 2015’s Robots in Disguise, so I might update at some future point.

As for the ranking of the shows themselves

[killshotbabe]

Title | Beckoning

Pairing | Jeno x reader ft. Motel keeper!Renjun

Warning(s) | minors dni! NSFW, Mention of a questionable ‘pill’, smoking, sexual content, thigh riding, fingering

Word count | 900ish?

Song(s) | Meet Me At Sachas - Space Afrika

“You’re not from here are you?”

You rubbed a thumb across your upper lip, smearing the red tint of your lipstick slightly on the corner of your lip. You looked up to the friendly face of the old man you’ve grown accustomed to the moment you sat by the counter of the old diner where your malfunctioning gps had taken you as the rainstorm wrecked havoc, disabling you from continuing down the road.

You let him eye you for a second as you drank a mouthful of your warm coffee, smiling a little. “Is it that obvious?”

“Well, it’s very rare for us to have someone like you at this ungodly hour.” The old man began to wipe the wooden counter as you sighed, pondering if you should ask for another refill without less cream this time. “Unless you’re driving back to college but around this time? It’s poor timing.”

You propped your arms under your chin, resisting to the urge to just sleep in front of the old man. You like to think he’d let you but you weren’t sure if that’s even allowed. You do need a bed after all and the motel you’ve booked forty-five minutes away had that.

“I know. I’m moving to a new town actually…”

He raise a brow at you now, questioning the fact that you just admitted that. “And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“No. Something told me it was a good idea to leave tonight.”

“But it’s raining cats and dogs out there.” He says, causing you to giggle.

“Yeah, my bad about that but think about it this way… It’ll be refreshing once it’s done. Like it’s a new start for me, y’know?”

“Well, if you put it that way kiddo then sure.” You think he’s respecting the nature of your answer and you thank him for that. The last thing you’d want to do right now is explain why you’re so eager to get out of your hometown. You know it wasn’t for the light-hearted. “You have somewhere to sleep at?”

“My car.” You joked but he squints at you, wishing you’re lying to his face. “Just kidding! It’s forty-five minutes away. Were you gonna offer me a bed here?”

“I was going to but I don’t trust you enough to hold the fort down when someone breaks here.” His tone was serious, yet you could feel a mischievous glint in those light brown eyes. “It gets… dangerous here after midnight so you should probably go soon.”

“Really?” You joked. You, however, did put that suggestion in the back of your head. “I’ll leave after you give me some water then.”

By 11 pm, you bid your goodbyes to the old man. You forgot to ask what his name was and thank him for giving you his time. You’re not sure why he didn’t introduce himself either but you didn’t really care. You don’t think you’ll meet him anytime soon anyway but you did remind yourself to do so if you come across him again. He was nice but you think it’s probably because that’s the first time you felt genuine warmth from what could be a father figure in your lonely life.

By the time you were back on the road, the rain had miraculously stopped. You drove in complete silence, just letting yourself bask into the aftermath of the rainstorm as you disappeared into the dark roads enveloped in between a canopy of tall pine trees. Your nose twitched at the strong scent of damp, earthy soil so you closed your window with your free hand, right one on the steering wheel. You thank the coffee for keeping you up and more focused on the road until you eventually reached your final stop for the night.

“Hello?”

You announce yourself to what seemed like a deserted reception of the 3-star motel you booked.

The dim-lit hallway to your right looked so inviting so all you could think of is the comfort of your own room and a bed you saw from the previews prior booking a room but because there was no one here to welcome you and get you settled in, you couldn’t help but start to lose patience.

“Hi, sorry about the delay.” A young-looking man just a couple of inches taller than you greeted you behind the desk after what seemed like forever. He kept a straight face as he confirmed your name and reservation number so you spend some time studying him — from his conventionally handsome face all the way to his plain white dress shirt and a birthmark on his slender hand hovering on the keyboard.

Renjun, his name plate read.

“Here’s your keycard. Have a good night.” He brings you out of your stupor, sliding a piece of plastic across the desk for you to grab.

“Yeah, you as well.” You make a direct eye contact, grinning at him in which he had politely returned before you watch him leave the desk again, the small of his back rendering you speechless until you found yourself alone with your suitcase yet again.

He was handsome, you made a note. But you think there was something slightly off with him.

Or maybe I just need sleep? Yeah probably.

You slid the keycard into the slot of your room, followed by the series of sounds your beat up suitcase made, shutting the door with your back. You didn’t even bother with the main lights and went for the lone lamp in a corner of your small room. After you had successfully removed your boots followed by your windbreaker, you crawled towards the single bed and slipped under the comforter. You didn’t mind the fact that it reeked of cigarette smoke since you’re too exhausted to care.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep as pure exhaustion wracked your nerves even if you had coffee earlier, the somber yet cozy atmosphere simply lulling you to your unconscious state.

It was silent for the next few hours. You didn’t toss around for the first time in your life in an attempt to find a comfortable position to sleep in until 2 am brought you back on your feet as you staggered into the mini fridge, clutching the side of your head in an attempt to cater to the throbbing sensation you felt. You grab a pill on top of the table near the fridge, shoving it down your throat with cold water then you were back to bed, already falling asleep and feeling better.

So much better, you even dreamed of someone — a boy. You’ve never met him before but unlike Renjun, this boy has a strong jaw, pretty dark eyes and fair complexion. His luscious dark hair slightly longer and he was broad, way taller than you. He stood by the reception talking to a solemn-looking Renjun. You see yourself hiding in the hallway, hearing murmurs being exchanged from the two before the taller boy walked back out. You wait until Renjun leaves before springing into the parking lot, looking for the boy in the dark.

“You got no shoes on.”

You whip your head to the direction you heard the raspy voice from. There’s a slight tease coating his tone, you think.

“I-I forgot?” You reason, feeling the inviting sensation pulling you to him. He’s leaning on the hood of his car, cigarette perched between his pretty lips.

“Want some?” He nods off, slipping the cigar off to offer it to you. You can see him more better now and he was extremely attractive and quite enchanting to look at to the point that it was starting to mess with you.

“No…” You stop just when you feel your knees brush against his, your full attention all over him and the way he took another grey puff of smoke and exhale away from you before meeting your eyes with a spark of allure.

“Why are you out here? Talking to me?” He pressed with a raise brow. “Isn’t it late?”

“Not sure.” You say, eyes never leaving his. You didn’t have your windbreaker on but for some reason, you felt warm. “I just want to be here?”

“That’s not enough reason to convince me.” He chuckled under his breath, looming closer to you now. Despite him sitting, he appeared to be taller still, and way more in control. “Pretty sure there’s something else, sweetheart.”

“I just feel… funny?” You say, swallowing a lump in your throat. You don’t know why you’re feeling this way at all but you were curious. “I didn’t lie when I said I want to be here…I want to be here to see you it seems?”

“You sound unsure.” He waves you off with a grin, finally relaxing on the hood of his car, both arms perched behind him now but here you are, a little nervous with the way he scrutinized you from your bare feet now probably dirty from not wearing your shoes and all the way to your now flushed face. “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“We haven’t…” You bite your lip, slowly eyeing the thin material of his black tank hugging his lean and muscular frame. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by cold gust of wind pummelling to your direction but you began to rub your arms, shivering lightly but you ignore it, continuing on with pleading eyes. “But here I am.”

“And you think that’s all it matters, right?” He drawls, watching you attentively — like the way your chest rose and fell and your heartbeats accelerating solely because of him. “You believe yourself, yeah?”

“Yes.” You huffed, closing your eyes briefly before you fluttered them open. You inched closer, gaze falling on his pinkish lips. “I believe myself.”

“Wanna sit on my lap then?” He patted his right thigh, honeyed voice sending another burst of shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but to whimper as he spread his thighs for you to sit on. “To warm you up a little?”

“Yes.”

You don’t know how it happened but eventually, you found yourself rutting yourself on his clothed thigh chasing your high as he watched you like a prey, quite entertained with the way you struggled like a dog in heat, desperate for a mind-numbing orgasm but before he lets you go and gives you what you want, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, forcibly lifting you up so he can move your soaked panties to the side and slip his cold fingers inside your wet, pulsating hole, fingering you right there and then.

“You’re making a mess.” He whispered rather harshly, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder as you gasped and clamped a hand on your mouth, suppressing your loud moans threatening to spill out of you, his long fingers going in faster motions until the lewd squelching noise of your arousal could be heard in the crisp nightly air. “Come sweetheart…fuck yourself on my fingers you want so bad yeah? Aren’t you a good girl…. Doing so well for me and only me.”

It took a couple of seconds before you felt yourself snap for of how much he repeatedly hit your sweet spot and he was so, so cunning with the use of dirty words he chided into your ear, making you roll your eyes in back of your head.

“Fuck!”

You screamed, shaking nonstop as you lift yourself off him only for him to yank you back down, forcing you to release with his fingers still inside you. You couldn’t help to bite on his shoulder in the middle of it all. You haven’t even fucked him and you already claim this was the most amazing orgasm you have ever experienced to date.

You collapsed against his chest, waiting for your frantic heartbeats to settle down as you feel his hand ghosting to your back, soothing you. You almost purred when he let out a dry chuckle and muttered a loving “good job.” to praise you. It didn’t even register the fact that he’d touched your chin, turning your face to his until you felt him kiss you with much fervour, earning another sigh of relief from you when he slipped his tongue into yours. You let him take full control, ultimately taking your breath away when he planted open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to the base of your throat now fully exposed for him. You like how his kisses made you quiver, sending goosebumps all over your skin. He felt oddly cold and you somehow liked it.

“I don’t even know your name,” You smiled to yourself, basking into the way he licked a stripe of your soft skin followed by another sensual kiss. “You have to tell me, please?”

“Jeno.”

He finally whispers, his hand fisting your hair so he can tilt your head downwards, intending to mark up your neck.

“Jeno…” You repeat in a hushed whimper, giving him the reigns as you fully surrendered to his incredible erotic ministrations. You didn’t care about having sex with this gorgeous man out in the open right now. You wouldn’t even mind if Renjun sees the both of you. If anything, you’d let him join or maybe watch if that was more of his thing. “Pretty name for a pretty boy…”

You closed your eyes in satisfaction as you drowned in his embrace, completely missing the fact that he had opened his mouth wider inches away from your neck, upper fangs ready to puncture through your vein.

You never woke up from what you thought was a mere dream.

A.N | ….I’m sorry lol. This not edited or proof-read too I typed this up my phone after getting that jolt of wanting to write about Jeno ;)

[bucksboobs]

this isn’t really a question it’s honestly more of a rant that you can give your opinion i guess? anyway i’m new to the 911 fandom i started watching after buck kissed a man on cable television(woohoo!) and one thing i’ve noticed is how like hostile this fandom is? like i’ve been in other fandoms but i don’t think i’ve ever really seen like a ‘ship war’. not that it wasn’t happening but i’ve never seen one so like going on 911 tiktok and twt is crazy because it’s very aggressive😭 like personally i’ve mainly see it come from buddie fans ( but that could be because i’m more in the buckytommy side) and they’re like dragging tommy dragging lou dragging ppl for liking bucktommy calling them delusional etc and it’s like: woah. chill out babe. like personally i ship both buddie and bucktommy and it’s just like can’t we all be friends. anyways you were one of the first ppl i followed in this fandom and it seems like you’ve been in the fandom a while so ig i’m just wondering like, have ppl always been this aggressive about ships? like i’ve seen the fics on ao3 ik ppl absolutely despise ana but did taylor get this hate when she was with buck too? like is this a new thing exclusive to tommy or has the fandom always been like this? (also i’m trying to get into lone star but holy shit what is with the coloring in the pilot? the whole thing has the flashback filter on like it’s awful😭 do you know if it gets better? srry for the long ask<3)

So to start with the big question: yes, Taylor absolutely got this much hate. In fact I’ve seen a lot of people attempting to parallel Taylor to Tommy to prove it’s all going up in flames (personally I think that if/when Tommy or Buck breaks it off, it will be amicable, because it would set that break up apart from all his previous breakups, but that’s another post). The Taylor Kelly situation has both similarities and differences but it feels as though it’s all the same players and same playbook but to a slightly more intense degree in a smaller portion of the fandom.

In essence i think there are some people who ship Buddie that have gotten tired of waiting and are taking it out on Tommy/Lou even though like… Buck dating men should be an obvious positive to anyone that wants Buddie… but honestly it’s just a small subset that have gone a little off the deep end and started acting like people shipping Buck with a different man somehow means Buddie shippers (aka 90% of the fandom) are being oppressed, and I think if the fandom at large rolls our eyes and ignore them, they’ll stop being an issue. Remember that the block button is free!

[winn1ethepo0h]

Any advice for new regressors? 🍼

🌸 This probably won’t be seen by a whole lot of people but oh well!-

I’m pretty new to age regression, it’s something that I did for a while subconsciously. I only recently found out that I was regressing

I learned about age regression about a year or so ago and since then have been learning more about it to educate myself about this community as well as myself!

And I’ve been trying to make more little friends so I feel less isolated since it can get a little lonely since I haven’t told anyone in my real life… 😅

🌸 I’ve been wondering if anyone could help me or give any advice to secret regressors?

When I regress I sometimes become nonverbal which makes it very hard to communicate especially to family, friends, and during classes.

It’s really draining to force myself to talk (even then I usually slur and stutter really badly) and I usually blame it on anxiety, which isn’t always totally untrue but if there is anyone who has also dealt with this problem was there anyone to reduce it(?) or make it better?

🌸 discreet purchasing/hiding little gear?

Is there anyway to discreetly purchase little gear? (I know this question probably sounds so dumb but like- 😭)

It’s rare that I go shopping alone because I really don’t have a reason to and places around where I live are REALLY SKETCHY sometimes 😭😭 it’s also really expensive to get around through public transportation… 😅

I would just order online but honestly things always seem so expensive PLUS shipping, are there any online stores/brands/websites that are relatively cheap AND, most importantly, discreet?

And if you live under complicated circumstances and need to hide your gear where do you hide it?

🌸 if anyone has even seen this post you’ve chosen to interact or help in any way then thank you so so much, love you all very muches, mwah 😚🤭

Please feel free to reblog, interact, and send asks and messages <3 i love making new friends!!

Please do not interact if you are an nsfw, ddlg/abdl blog or encourage/support any of the following:

Racism, homophobia, ana, pedophilia, SA, violence, or religious discrimination ~thankies, winnie <3

credit for dividers: @chachachannah, @anitalenia, @graphics-cafe

[dropout-if]

ooooo assuming that MC can develop a friendship with Statler that eventually also becomes a crush:

either "hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates" OR "telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them)" (or a weird combination of the two prompts, if you can and want to, no pressure sjfjsmdhsksk) pls ✨

Doing both because this is so sweet😭💕 also it's very possible to start Statler's romance as friends^^

From this ask game!

For the—probably, you’re not counting or anything—twentieth time since the beginning of their shift at the bar, you sneak a glance and find Statler peaking at their phone, grimacing, nervously wiping their hands on their shirt.

“Everything alright, Statler?” you can’t resist asking, the concern in your voice impossible to hide.

Statler jumps, clearly startled by your question. They quickly pocket their phone, expression shifting from worry to forced casualness as they busy themself cleaning a dirty glass, “Huh? Oh, yeah, just some— Stuff. Don’t worry about it,” Statler smiles warmly at you, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

You drum your fingers against the counter, knowing for a fact that Statler lies—they’re an awful liar, too.

“Sorry,” they mutter. You don’t know why they’re apologizing, you never do “Are you— Are you free after? Maybe?”

Chuckling, you take the glass they’ve been wiping from their hands, “It’s clean enough,” you explain, “And— Of course. Always— I’m free.”

Statler breathes a sigh of relief, their facade slowly melting away, “Great. I just— I like being with you. Maybe both of us could use a breather.”

“The Hangout effect,” is what Wanda calls it—the bar sucks the life out of you. You referencing that inner joke makes Statler chuckle, which makes your chest feel warm.

As the night wears on and the crowd starts to thin out, you and Statler find yourselves perched on stools at the bar, the remnants of laughter and clinking glasses fading into the background. It’s taken you a while to convince Statler that you’re in fact very happy to spend time with them, that they’re not a burden and that you don’t mind getting home late—“My roommate arrives home way after me anyway. It gets lonely sometimes,” you insist, dancing in circles around a topic like Statler and you usually do.

Statler’s gaze is distant, they run their calloused thumb over the rim of their half-empty water bottle. You hear their phone buzz and watch as Statler finally turns it off.

When their eyes shift in your direction, Statler’s hand follows, stopping just before they touch you, “There’s fuzz in your hair. Can I?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks,” you shift your head, barely even feeling Statler’s fingers as they help you out.

Statler’s eyes crinkle, they smile warmly[, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear], “Much better.”

Wanda interrupts—the one moment in her life that she’s been quiet, probably—as she practically slams two more bottles of water on the counter. She smiles innocently when both you and Statler look at her.

“You two are adorable,” Wanda nods, leaning in to whisper in your ear “But not everyone here might agree. Hypothetically. Especially those hypothetical people who know a certain someone and are sitting in a booth. Hypothetically.”

You snort, Wanda gives you the thumbs up before she leaves—Statler and you keep your distance, and you finally spot a few of Noir’s friends, drunk and lingering behind.

Statler breaks the silence, their voice tinged with frustration, “You ever feel like— Like you’re stuck in a cycle, [Name]? Like no matter what you do, it’s the same arguments, the same fights, and— It just never gets better?"

Your heart aches for Statler.

“That was a bit specific,” you point out, “Do you want to talk about it?”

They wince, “I— I don’t know. It’s my fault, either way. And I hate talking sh— badly of them behind their back.”

You discretely reach out, gently place a hand on their arm—hurriedly pull back when Statler flinches, bite your lip when they shake their head, a silent ‘Sorry’ falling off their lips—and you say, “I think I get it, though. It’s like— You’re trapped.”

Statler nods, their eyes locked on yours, gratitude in their gaze, “Yeah, exactly.”

You absentmindedly grab the water bottle Wanda brought for you two, mumbling, “Would you get mad if I say something you might not want to hear?”

“[Name]…” Statler chuckles tightly “I swear— I don’t think you could ever make me upset.”

“Okay,” you nod. Taking a deep breath, you tell them, “Statler, you’re amazing. And— You deserve better, is all.”

When you look at them, you see Statler’s shoulders tense.

“It’s very sweet that you think so.”

“But you don’t believe it?” you prompt.

“I— It’s complicated,” they sigh, “I know you mean well. Really— Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

Friend. The word stings a little, knowing that your feelings for Statler have started to go beyond friendship. You want to tell them, ‘I’d treat you better,’ but the possibility of such a vulnerable statement being dismissed by someone like Statler manages to shut you up.

[zellkernchen]

I need an info dump about Mimi plsplsplspls

OH MY GOD YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME I LOVE MIMINSKL SM SHES ONE OF MY CURRENT FAV OCS AHHDHAHSVSAVVAVSVVS

Anyways. Miminskl infodump alright. I don’t even really know how and where to begin. I don’t want to spoil too much of her since I’m writing a fanfic series about her and don’t want to reveal all the secrets yet 👀👀👀 (though I probably will because I absolutely suck at keeping secrets (please feel free to check it out I promise chapter one of part three is coming soon (sorry if I say this too much I suck at promoting stuff bsnxxndbsjbd))) so I’ll mostly stick to 44- 27 BBY Miminskl???

Okay so starting off with her orgins (suuuuper mysterious orgins/s):

Miminskl was born on a very specific planet within wild space territory (I wonder which one it could be 💔) but she didn’t live there for too long, not even a full year before she somehow landed on Corusant. (will be expanded on later in my series in some way) The people who had her at that moment were unlucky and had to have a security check performed on them because they seemed kind of “off” in a way. Then one of the guys was like: “Holy shit, we’re busted. These ppl can’t know that we have a baby that we’re planning to sell or smth” so they run away with the baby and randomly handed her out to some woman. That “some woman” was Snäils Flink who was like super shocked once it happened. Like, this random baby just low key spawned in her arms. She was kind of like: “Okay. This is my baby now.” (Snäils was feeling kind of lonely at that moment since her children had just moved out and she might or might’ve not eaten her husband some years ago) So she sort of makes the selfish decision to adopt Miminskl because she was lonely and thought that Miminskl was the cutest non- Rii’käu baby she had ever seen.

But how did Miminskl even get named Miminskl? You might’ve probably not asked.

Well you see Mimi’s first word back at her totally mysterious home planet was her own name; Miminskl. It was like the only word she really knew to say and Snäils noticed that she was very responsive to that name so she just assumed that her name was indeed Miminskl (she was correct ✅)

Buuut if this question were to refer to the reason of her being named Miminskl by her biological parents then this is your answer: Her dad was absent during her birth/ hatching so he didn’t have a say in her name and her bio mom named her after the woman who raised her. (I wonder who her parents could possibly be 💔 oh, how I wonder 👽/s)

Now to her as a toddler:

Miminskl’s first three years of life were actually pretty “normal”. You know, as normal as it can get when your adoptive family is super rich. She was used to being taken to super fancy restaurants and events on the weekends. But only on the weekends because that’s when her siblings came to visit from school and her mom was definitely not working. Snäils works as a lawyer btw and the Flink family are well known lawyers back in their homeplanet. Snöökle and Kaak are studying law since m the time of 43 BBY.

Though there were three specific events Miminskl can vividly remember from her childhood: A “blood test”, the nightmare (Strike one.) and getting visited by the Jedi order. The blood test and the visit are connected to each other as all children who live on republic territory do a blood test which then gets submitted to the Jedi Order to check for their Midichlorian count. Miminskl’s test was done rather late as she was adopted and all that. So at two years old (42 BBY) she does the blood test. She and her adoptive family were like: “Yeah that’s it. Surely this will never be relevant later.”

(The nightmare is also connected to the two but shhhh)

As some may know, it was indeed relevant later.

While usually the Jedi only recruited new Jedis who lived on republic land at max. 1-2 years after their birth, Miminskl was a slight exception. Her Midichlorian level were some points above the average Jedi Midichlorian count (which is around 10’000 Midichlorians per cell). So of course the Jedi Order wanted to recruit her I mean come onnn guyssss

And then, as some may know too, Miminskl does accept to join the order. Everything is rather normal for a while, Miminskl visits her family whenever she attends one of Rii’käu’s many fests and whatever until when she is around eight years old. She had always been rather bothered by having the most random and nonsensical dreams almost every night but this one was different. She remembered the girl’s face. That was new. And guess what, Miminskl does eventually end up meeting that girl irl too. She had to switch clans because she was butting heads with the other children quite a lot. What a funny coincidence right???

Anyways so from ~ 36 to 27 BBY Miminskl has the best time of her life (this will be expanded on trust 🙏) until one day her life comes crashing down.

Now nothing is okay anymore and Miminskl is miserable. What happened? Bad stuff. Really, really bad stuff. She now uses a cybernetic reinforcement for her recently burned hand and does physiotherapy and psychological therapy. Physiotherapy was a massive success, psychological therapy wasn’t . Miminskl was having a hard time opening up. And not just to her therapist, but also to her Jedi Master, family and friends. So instead of actually getting better she picks up very unhealthy “coping mechanisms”. One of them actually taking advantage of her ability to dream.

Speaking of dreams: As mentioned earlier, Miminskl dreams… a lot. Especially in her early childhood and from 28 BBY to 24 BBY. She dreams of the most cryptic stuff every night. Sometimes there’s even people in her dreams she doesn’t know/ remember, a planet too. With temples, a very snowy mountain and a huge sea. If only she knew who those people were though. Was this a vision? A flashback from someone else? From a previous life?

Who knows? Miminskl certainly doesn’t and won’t know for a while.

I don’t really know what else to add on here??? I feel like I’ve already rambled and summarised things enough. If you have any more questions, feel free to comment/ ask. I love answering questions especially when they’re related to my own creations. I might even spoil more stuff. I’m just afraid sometimes (this time too) that I’ll reveal too much stuff and people will get bored or disappointed ToT

(But then again I don’t really feel like my minuscule audience even cares about this at all I’m sorry 😭😭😭 (I have self esteem issues and all that 💔💔 (Pov: You were bullied in kindergarten for having niche inerests (Autism go brrrr))))

Hope you did enjoy reading through this though :3

[ladybeug]

was scrolling thru your art tag enjoying your comics when i suddenly discovered you were the one that wrote strangers in the bright lights. having gotten into miraculous only very recently, was tickled to experience a very small identity shenanigan of my own

incredible fic btw; i love it soooooo much. brilliant, hilarious, sweet, poignant. out of curiosity have you read much postww1 modernist stuff? i adored the usage of free indirect discourse for the narration, drunken and in motion and alive, almost reminded me of virginia woolf in a weird way lol. sorry if this is weird

Hello!! I'm about to get long-winded and self indulgent in this reply, fair warning :)

here goes:

Wow!! I don’t know how you found strangers in the bright lights if you got into ladybug in any time frame that can be described as “very recently”, I wrote that in 2018 when I was digesting some personal stuff and in a fantastic ladybug renaissance (of which I have now had several, I think I’ll die in this fandom).

But I’m so glad you somehow did. I only write every couple of years when I get really specific ideas, and the time I spend on it turns into memories of who I was when I wrote it. I feel like that must happen to actual writers too, ones who write often, but I haven’t written “often” since like 2009 and have never asked, so there you go.

But I guess that’s all to say that I am very attached to that story and it’s also one of the only things I’ve written that still feels like it hit the chord I was aiming for. It is so cool that anyone still reads it!!

To actually answer your question: I have never read virginia woolf, and the only modernist stuff I've read was years ago for school classes. I have to admit none of the style was inspired by classics, but instead inspired by the weird disassociation of trying to be alone in a crowd.

I have a final self-indulgent thought, it is a fun fact I realized as I was going down memory lane about this:

I associate ‘strangers in the bright lights’ with a friendship I made that stands out as one of the luckiest and rarest friendships I’ve made – I went to a mountain goats concert alone, and stood up at the front early, and met someone else who had gone to the same mountain goats concert alone and had stood up at the front early. It was one of the fastest and most comfortable connections I’ve made, and we liked each other so much we stayed in touch, even after they moved away. We are still in touch every so often, and as far as I’m concerned in a few years they’re going to publish the best fantasy novel you’ve ever read, so watch out for that.

The fanfiction is in part inspired by that beautiful feeling of meeting someone new that you want to talk to, and they want to talk to you, and a drink or two has propped up your self esteem and you don’t have to worry about who you are tomorrow, just who you are right now. It’s escapism. You feel important, and carried by that feeling, for as long as you are there. Lonely who? Not me. Trapped by past versions of myself, who? Not me.

Anyways the fun fact is - I found out this morning that concert was a year AFTER I posted this fanfiction. I didn't know about that moment of my life as I was writing this. The two are so connected in my mind that this is genuinely surprising, but the concert was in September 2019 and I published the fanfic a year beforehand.

In the words of mr. mountain goat himself: we held on to hope of better days coming, and when we did we were right!

[nohoney]

anonymous said: Love love love your Us series! I wanted to know if y/n would ever go out and get back at keigo/touya by sleeping with someone else? Especially after they just continue to hurt her on purpose when they found out about the drugs. (From the prev dabbles)

note: the reader in the main series wouldn’t go through with it but let’s explore anyway if she at least attempted to (¬‿¬ ) this takes place just right after the reader leaves the bathroom in pt 2 but she and keigo don’t speak in the bathroom to make up

pt 1 / pt 2

warnings: infidelity, drug use, angst

“Fine. I was checking on you, but you don’t want me.”

You turn away quickly from him Keigo, leaving him behind and keeping in a cry when you hear him drag the girl he was with into the bathroom. Touya was already cruel enough to point out that Keigo had gone out of sight for quite a while. You’re not stupid; they’re both giving you payback.

I didn’t even fuck anyone! You loudly scream in your head.

But now you were wanting to.

It’s a horrible cycle that you are participating in but it’s just not fair that they can do this to you. You can’t stand the fact that they had to take it a step further to make you feel bad. You never even wanted Shigaraki for more than just a plug! It was mostly about drugs!

All you wanted was more drugs so that you would stop feeling so bad over them!

Why wasn’t you crying and apologizing enough for them?

Fuck returning to Touya and fuck Keigo for being the same cheating piece of shit.

It’s almost reminiscent of the very first party Touya took you to. You’re upset as you snag a bottle off the liquor table and disappear to the upstairs of this stupid house. On the way with the bottle, you spot a lonely young man nursing a red cup in his hand; he looks meek. You think he’ll do.

“Hey,” you approach him and don’t really care the way he jerks in surprise, “do you think I’m cute?”

You’re given a once over and his face flushes before answering, “Yeah. I think you’re-“

“Okay, come with me.” you’re pulling him with your free hand to a room at the end of the hallway. He’s sputtering behind you but you don’t really have a care as you take charge of pushing him into the bedroom. The door locks and you take off the cap off the bottle to drink straight from the lip.

Ugh, whiskey.

Just like the first time too.

The young man still holds his red cup and you don’t even bother to ask if he’d like any. Whiskey pours into the plastic, mixing with whatever alcohol he was nursing. Being a little drunk will be necessary to go through with this. Maybe also a little sniff too.

You sit close to a bedside table and lay your phone face up, pulling the cocaine from your pocket. It doesn’t occur to you that you do it without having a second thought at this point. To be able to get through your hard moments and when you need to collect yourself, coke had always done a better job of comforting you these days. You cut a line neatly before looking over to your company and offering him one as well, “You want? It’s good.”

He politely declines and he’s wary as you make a second one anyway. You inhale both of them and now you’re a little more sure of yourself. The numbness from when you gummed earlier in the bathroom is starting to wear off so you collect coke off your phone screen to numb the inside of your lip again.

“Drink.” You tell the young man as you raise the whiskey bottle to your lips. He obeys and you realize that this is the first time in a while you’ve had a guy ever listen to you. No questions or anything, just immediate obedience.

It felt… different.

Actually not different. Maybe a little familiar…

The whiskey burns down your throat and it’s not a pleasant taste with the drip at the back of your throat.

You pat the edge of the bed in indication for him to join you. Again, with no question or complaint, he does as told and sits right next to you. “I’m really mad,” you say out loud, “and I wanna do something about it.”

“Oh um… I’m sorry you’re mad.” he tells you with uncertainty of what his part is.

Already the alcohol makes you a little loose in your mind and you think this is a good idea to follow through with. You take another shot for courage before settling the bottle down on the floor and taking his cup from your hands. “You ever go down on a girl?” You ask him as you swirl the liquid in the red cup. He face flushes but he nods his head.

Silently you open your legs, your eyes flicking down to the space in between.

“You know, I think you’re drunk-“

You raise a finger to his lips to hush him, “I won’t ask a second time.”

There is something very different about ordering someone else around and being given what you want. It’s satisfying when he does as told, going on his knees before you and kissing along the inside of your thighs first. You lean back slightly, letting one hand to support your weight while you sip at the red cup. “Tell me I’m pretty.”

“You’re pretty… really pretty.” He whispers against your skin  before pushing your dress over your thighs. “You’re… you’re really hot.”

Your eyes flutter and you feel the coke in your brain now. It swims in your veins along with the whiskey. Your panties are pulled to the side and despite him being so shy initially, you gasp as you’re eaten out so sloppily.

He tongues at your clit and licks you up and down with enthusiasm that you wouldn’t have expected. A quiet fuck is gasped out by you and for a moment, you’re exhilarated. For a moment, you enjoy the talented tongue of a stranger on your pussy. For a moment, you forget how mad you were at Keigo-

But then you feel a soft bite to the inside of your thigh, lips closing around the skin and a soft sucking. It feels good and you think to let it happen but then you realize something. That even if you were to lord it over Touya or Keigo that you fucked someone back, you wouldn’t be able to keep this guy’s identity a secret. He’s innocent and unknowing of anything about you, just thinks you’re a random cute girl he’s getting lucky with. Because knowing your boys, they would find out who no matter what.

Touya’s already beat two men up over you, both way more than he really should have and you felt incredibly guilty when it happened both times.

They’d definitely hurt this poor guy.

You don’t want to do this after all.

“Don’t! Stop!” You jerk back and the red cup fumbles out of your hand. Whiskey spills all over you and all over the young man in front of you. You fumble apologies now that you realize what you’re doing. “I’m sorry! I don’t—I don’t want to anymore!”

He’s flustered too and he looks sorry, as if he thinks he had done something wrong.

Looks like you can’t give them a taste of their own medicine and a part of you is very upset over this fact. But you’re also too considerate to drag anyone innocent into your fucked up relationship with boyfriends.

Honestly, it is irritating that they don’t give the same courtesy to you. You’re upset because you feel guilty for attempting to cheat back and equally upset that you just can’t go through with it.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I not do it right?” He starts to ask.

“No! No, you’re actually good. Really good, truthfully.” you give him a genuine compliment over his performance, “I just can’t. My boyfriends would kill me.”

“Boyfriends? Plural?” He asks but the door knocks, and the both of you jerk in surprise.

“(Name)! Are you in there?”

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! It’s Touya!

You try to think quickly, looking around the room for any hiding spot. Whether for himself or you, you’re not sure yet. All there is a closet so you take the red cup and shove it in the guy’s hand, aggressively pointing to the closet for him to hide in, and again, he listens with no argument. Touya pounds on the door a few times and the lock starts to jiggle.

You take the whiskey bottle for one last big swig before placing the cap back on it.

The door swings open, a dent in the middle of the wood from Touya’s boot, and your boyfriends enter the room.

“Fucking hell! You had us worried and searching every goddamn room in this house!” Touya barks at you but you see that he’s more relieved than angry. His eyes naturally draw to your phone and the cocaine out on the table and he sighs to himself. “What did I say about-“

You burst into tears, audibly sobbing and holding the whiskey bottle close to your chest. Now the whiskey hits you and the guilt hits you even harder. Maybe you’re not really cut out for being a cheater. You want to hurt them back in the same way they hurt you but you just can’t.

It makes you feel so pathetic.

“Hey, hey… don’t cry dove. Is this about downstairs?” Keigo asks as he kneels down in front of you, “Look, nothing happened. I didn’t do anything-“

“Don’t lie to me! I already know you did!” You cry in between hiccups, “Just go away!”

He attempts to soothe you again but with no real apology attached to his words, “Hey, we won’t do that shit again as long as you don’t hide anything from us anymore. We only did because you lied to us first and it really hurt us.”

Touya pries the bottle out of your hands and pushes off your arms when you try to reach for it. “You’re drunk and you reek of whiskey. I can smell it all over you. We’re taking you home.”

A part of you wants to put up a fight just to be stubborn but the smarter part knows that you should leave right away. That poor guy is still in the closet and you’re embarrassed that you even tried to cheat back in revenge in the first place.

So you stay quiet as you’re led out of the bedroom and choose to not look back. You walk behind Touya and Keigo, quickly adjusting your panties underneath your dress and trying to keep your head down as you walk out the party.

You shower alone and inspect your body as you clean yourself. There’s a small hickey on the inside of your thigh from your attempt in the bedroom. You wish that more had happened, that you had gotten more guts to go through with it. You’re also grateful that nothing happened more than that.

Still though, they got to hurt you in the way they wanted and you…

You just have to take it.

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end notes: including my extra tags - also wanted to show case how the reader actually interacts with another man / cuz obviously when it comes to the boys she’s only submissive at this point / it wasn’t just her being drunk in the scene it was actually the old version of her that came out for a bit / pt 1 reader had a little more spine so i just wanted to bring her back for a hot minute

[beautifulrebelglitterwitch]

Kelly Clarkson once said “I was looking for skinny jeans when I should have been looking for wranglers”. We know that story did not end well, but that statement stuck in my head like, you think you know what you want, what you should be looking for, but maybe THIS over here is what you really need. I wasn’t looking though. I wasn’t looking for skinny jeans or wranglers or a suit or gray sweatpants. I wasn’t looking at all. Maybe a side eye look like “hey is it you?”but not with any kind of strength behind it.

I wasn’t looking for anything but myself. I was (am) figuring out what exactly it is that I wanted because the truth was I knew what I didn’t want very clearly but couldn’t list one thing I actually wanted. You’ve got to know both. The universe can’t help you with half ass truths. So I went about creating the this is me and what I want list that was imaginary and in my head. I tried on ideas like clothes in a dressing room, not buying anything that didn’t fit or suit my style. In that process I found things that fit so well I knew it was the truth. I kept finding the things that fit well until I saw myself more clear than I ever, but still me, feeling more comfortable in my skin than ever before. I was alone, but not lonely. I was fulfilling desires alone better than being with a partner, especially the wrong one. I was always smiling in disbelief that I could feel so fulfilled and be alone. I had been searching and searching and searching for the person that fit with who I am now and I was exhausted.

A mentally drained creative person is a frustrated person. So I was coming up ways for me to express myself that I hadn’t before and that were free. The things I did created so much joy. I found myself, even through getting help for my depression and anxiety, through these creative endeavors a lightness and surge in creativity I hadn’t felt in some time.

Minding my own business and really the hardest part of my day being what to post to curate my blog, and what to eat, I received a message. A test. For both of us. For him, would I bite? For me, is this guy a creep? I bit. He’s not a creep. We haven’t stopped talking since. Everyday I think I wasn’t looking, I wasn’t even paying attention. I didn’t even want to talk to anyone and then he appeared. I did the opposite of what I would normally do, I broke every one of my rules. I worried I wasn’t enough, I thought he must be lying, I hoped this wasn’t a joke, I worried he would ghost me, I worried see all of my body would be the reason he’d ghost me. I was deathly afraid of my feelings.

Then one day this Motherfucker (in our earliest days I kept saying in my head this Motherfucker is trying to get me to love him, or this Motherfucker says the sweetest things. I know by calling him that in my head, I was stalling, I wanted him to prove me right, he wasn’t this amazing person, he was in fact a Motherfucker) anyway, one day this Motherfucker asks me to call him and then asks me if I’d like to be his best friend? When I tell you my eyes were wet and my smile was the biggest it’s been in years, because it’s single handedly the sweetest, most romantic thing. I’ve ever experienced. He asked a scaredy cat girl wrestling with her feelings if I’d like to be his best friend and in that moment I loved him and became even more scared, but also knew I could tell my best friend anything.

Since that phone call I have experienced something lacking in almost every relationship I have ever had. Consideration for my feelings constantly. Someone who asks the right questions and listens to my answers. Someone who says “only if you’re comfortable” and means it. Someone who makes sure I’m ok and doesn’t freak out when I’m not. Someone who will talk things out. Someone who knows we’re in this together. Someone who wants to be better for himself and for me and makes me want the same. Someone who turns me on just be being himself. So finally one day I broke down and asked “Are you for real?” and he answered “I am really real baby darling” I stared at that text for minutes. I swooned. I cried. My heart was bursting. This Motherfucker, my best friend, my lover. He’s really real.

@always-be-batman-71

[newtscamanderimagines]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something?? It's totally OK if not, I totally understand lol. I was wondering if you could wrote some Newt Scamader x sibling reader comfort, platonic siblings type stuff where reader just hasn't been feeling so hot mentally and feels like their friends don't want them around anymore? I've kinda been struggling with that lately...

She/her or gender neutral reader pls. 🥺

Feel free to dm me if you have any questions and please don't feel bad if you won't accept my request, I 100% understand.❤️❤️

Much love ❤️

A/N : thank you so much for this request! This is the first request I have ever gotten! I’m proud for coming this far with this account and I hope you enjoy this cute fic because I put everything I could into it 🫶🏻 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

~I will be there for you~

You and your friends are meant to be going out. That’s was until they texted you that tonight was cancelled because someone was sick and didn’t want to miss out so we will reschedule the event. You texted back that that’s okay and that they should let you know when it will be rescheduled. They read the message but never replied. They have been acting all strange over the past few weeks and you don’t know why. Your mind immediately went to thinking “what is they are trying to get rid of me?” And over thank it. Overall you mentally haven’t been feeling very good about yourself anyways. You felt like you didn’t have the looks of your friends. Tina, Queenie and the rest. You doubted your looks in every dress you had on to go on a date with (y/b/n). Your eyes pricked with tears as the thoughts went through your head.

You felt as lonely as ever, sitting in your bed, small amounts of tears falling down your face. You didn’t know what to do. You felt like nobody wanted to be around you anymore. Even Newt and Theseus weren’t around anymore. Newt has his book and Theseus is too busy with Leta. More tears flooded so you thought about everything.

All of a sudden Newt came home. “Y/n” I’m home!” He shouted as the apartment was quite big. He didn’t hear a sound.

He thought that maybe you fell asleep or something. He came into the room and saw you door was open a little and so he pushed it open further only to see you in a crap state.

“Hey…y/n are you alright?” He whispered softly as he stood in the doorway just wanting to make things better as a brother.

“Yea- yes I’m to- totally fine” you choked out holding your head in your hands.

You brother needed to go over to you. He hated seeing you this upset.

“You know you’re not okay. What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat beside you on the bed placing his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb to help you relax.

“It’s no-nothing” you replied more tears falling. Newt didn’t believe you one bit whatsoever. His eyes softened as you sobbed in front of him slowly breaking his heart.

“It can’t be nothing y/n, you’re crying this much and you NEVER cry.” He smiled a little when he heard you giggle slightly with a wave of happiness washing over you for a second.

It’s ju-just that no-body wa-wants me around any-anymore everyone is busy

D-doing things and I-I’m just not goo-good enough!” you cried into your hands trying not to look at newt in the eyes with your red and puffy eyes.

“But I’m here” he said trying to look down to meet your eyes but failed.

“No you’re- you’re not! You ha-have your b-book and creatures!” You sobbed. Newt went silent. He was meant to always be there for you. He was your big brother and he didn’t do what he was meant to do, be there for you. He felt a huge amount of guilt.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I-I never knew” he said now wrapping both of his arms around you. You declined his hug and tired to get his hands off of you by squirming and smacking his arms. No matter what you tried he didn’t t let go.

“I’m not letting go until you calm down” he said tightening his grip around you feeling heartbroken to see you like this and him being a part of the reason why. He wouldn’t let go whatsoever. No matter what pain he is getting.

It took you a while to calm down and Newt knew you were calm when your body went limp in his. The room was silent, you were still and all he could hear was you breathing deeply.

“I truly am sorry.” He said tears pricking his own eyes. As he gave you one last hug. You looked at him in sympathy and despite your mood, you smiled at him and ruffled his hair making it a mess.

“You really know how to mess with me don’t you?” He asked playfully.

You just simply gave him one squeeze in the ribs causing his to let out one belly laugh before sitting up.

“ I do have one thing I think will cheer you up.” He said as he opened his case that was beside him and called out the nifflers. They all came out flying over to you and a ton of shiny things were now splattered on the bedsheets. You played with them and was the happiest person alive.

“Just remember, I will be there for you “ ruffling your hair playfully causing to create a play fight.

[rreskk]

Trevor and his s/o in his truck to go back home but she can't stop teasing him. They finished by fucking in his car

---A/N: Aaaannnnndddd another one bites the dust! Sorry if it lacks clarity, I've been studying for exams LMFAO

Summary: Road trip turns into a sexual road break? Yes, AND YES.

TW: Smut

“Staying over at mine tonight?” Trevor asked as he drove through the nightly streams of stars and clouds.

“Yeah, sure. Why?”

He subtly sent you a grin that answered your question without words. He spoke anyway.

“I don’t wanna feel lonely.”

You squinted your eyes, “Is that all?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Well, I’m very excited.” You chimed.

He lets out a hungry groan, enjoying this encounter, “Oh yeah?”

“Hm.”

Trevor, in the heat of the moment, leaned towards your face, his lips softly mounting your soft jaw before he was whipped away when the car swerved out of his control. You chuckled.

“Eyes on the road,” Patting down his thigh to calm his discontent stiffness; he’d twitch and caught your ongoing attention, “As much as you plead for it… Good things come to those who wait.”

Trevor’s eyebrows crossed at your metaphorical whisper.

“Are you playing tricks on me?”

“I hope not.” You smirked.

He was devastatingly desperate. While gripping the steering wheel further, his bulge strained and throbbed- instantly feeling discomfort, especially when you resist any temptation.

“Please.” Trevor whimpered, “Please just help me.”

“Eyes on the road.” You’d repeat.

“It’s hurting me.”

“…Eyes on the roa-“

“MY EYES ARE ON THE ROAD!” The man yelped in vexation. His lips quivered, focus struggling to comply as he could only think of you relieving his sudden pain.

It was reckless, you’d think, but he’s so hopeless. You pitied him whenever his mouth yearned a noise of cope and twine. His tone growing higher despite his usual low and masculine take. It was oddly entertaining.

“I can’t handle this shit, [Y/n]. I’m begging! Just touch me, suck me, fuck me in a cup! Do anything!”

“Anything?”

Trevor panted, “I can’t drive like this.” The truck came to a stop and he was pathetically antsy in his seat. Groping his hips against the wheel, he glanced at you with mere embarrassment; unable to control his discipline and lust.

“Help me, [Y/n]. I can’t wait no more.”

If you’d have compassion for his unprejudiced sexual desires, you’d react ages ago. However, Trevor’s fun had seized faster than you’d expect. You’d know he was called the ‘one pump chump’ for a reason but hadn’t of realised how quickly he can become frail and needy, proving the nickname to be accurate. No other solutions could make this amusement longer for you; so you had to act.

One hand exposing his cock, the other pasturing his reddened tip that ached pre-cum. He heaved.

“Shhh,” You purred, “Slow down.”

“Hmm’no, I can’t- I want you to help, please.”

“Oh, Trevor.” You grinned.

He was fazed by your interest and offered free room on his lap. The gesture made you assert eye contact, fighting dominance… He began imploring your body with his mind games. The glimpsing brown iris manipulated you into exacting him as your personal seat, slowly suffocating his boner with your weight. Trevor choked for more.

“Trevor…” His untamed fingers unclothed your lower stomach, underwear being pulled to your thighs as he’d rumble at the sight of your pussy. Like a predator and prey, you sacredly waited for the moment he got comfortable. And with that, you cradled the desperate cock with your sex, smothering and loving the enjoyment that fell from Trevor’s mouth.

“O-Oh, my gooddd…” He praised, “Yes, fuckin’ yes. Baby!”

Shakingly breathing while staring at Trevor’s ecstatic face, it motivated you into experimenting with timing. He was swaying his hips against yours, fantasizing with his head high when you’d stop and grind harshly. His eyes fell wide open, pupils dilated and mouth seething with drool.

“Trevor-“ You moaned.

You sat on him and created friction as you’d circulate your hips instead of jumping up and down onto his cock. It grew more effective and pleasing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I love you! Oh myy-“ He wheezed, “O-Oh my GOD!”

Trevor’s fingers found itself on your waist. He held onto you, deprived and ruined by your erratic paces; declining his orgasm and making him cry gratifying tears.

“Please! Let me- Oh my god, [Y/n], I love you!”

“Trevor,” Slowly zoning out from energy, one last thrust and he exploited himself right inside you, his cock finally finding the relief that’s been bothering him all car journey.

“O-Ooohh! And I see the void! FUCK!”

When the curdle of warmly sensations settled in your lower stomach; it was evenly as pleasurable as a warm bath on a snowy day, or a ice cold water during a hot evening. Trevor’s sweaty face collapsed back into his chair and he looked up at you, his eyes making you lose control completely and squirting all over his lap. It was euphoric. He hurried forward and buried his nose in your naked neck, embracing the orgasm you were facing.

“TREVOR!”

“So, so fuckin’ good baby.” He whispered.

“Oh my god…” You cried

He stroked the back of your hair, cradling your exhausted body. The desert air growing cold, his body temperature welcomed you into his warmth, exiling the chilliness that has become since you and Trevor’s scandalous break from the road…

[smallestapplin]

I don't know if this was already requested before but could I request pre-estsblished relationship, submas twins(separately). Reader calls them daddy for the first time. Can be sexual or not sexual but I had a feeling are top dom Emmett will take it that way. XD

- Meli anon

At first I was like ‘what? No! That’s against rules!’ Then I remembered me and my dumbass friends belting out loud fake moans of the most cursed shit at each other…so yes you may. I did use a meme as inspiration tho.

🔞18+Only!🔞

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🔲Ingo🔲

- being best friends with your crush is amazing and painful.

- Even more so when you are as close as you and Ingo are.

- You relax the older twin, you bring joy to his life and help him be a little more fun.

- While he is your rock, he helps keep you in check.

- Of course this doesn’t stop his love for you, he is just so scared about ruining your friendship and losing you forever. For now he is just content on having you as a friend.

“I don’t understand why you watch my matches online, you do know you can ask me and I’ll happily allow you in my train cart, right?”

You look up from your phone to your dear friend. His permanent frown seems to have deepened, ah that just won’t do.

You chuckle before saying in the deepest voice you could comically muster.

“I’m tryna see where I can call you daddy.”

You snort before doubling over laughing loudly at his stunned face.

Your laughter echoes in his home before falling somewhat silent, the only sound you make anyone just desperate gasps for air.

You’re laughing yourself to tears and you slowly slide off his couch.

He only stares at you, questioning everything, but he can’t help but feel a little flushed.

Ingo sighs loudly “I can’t believe I love you sometimes.”

He hears you take a deep breathe of air “you WHAT?”

You choke, trying to breathe and finish laughing at the same time.

Oh no.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- oh the chaos you two bring.

- He adores you and whatever you say.

- No matter what! Emmet is a very sweet, affectionate man, even if he does have a crush on you that doesn’t free you from his hugs.

- Unlike his brother, you’re always welcomed on his train cart even if it’s just to keep him company.

- He offers everyday to take you to work with him, cause he gets so lonely! And it’s soooo boring waiting for challengers.

- This has led to trainers walking in on the funniest or dumbest conversations known to man.

- Today however is different.

“I’m verrry tired of people saying something about my monotoned voice, like I’m sooo sorry I can’t sound like your anime waifu!”

You snort at Emmet’s rant.

“Sorry I can’t ‘homph’ while eating.”

You’re cackling at his poor attempts to mimic the sound, this bit was too good to pass up.

“They just want you to coo at them with some emotions Em!”

Emmet rolls his eyes and huffs into a pout.

You take a dramatic pose on the subway seats.

“Oh daddy Emmet won’t you please call me oh so sweetly your good darling!” You finish saying as you lay across the seats in a relaxed ‘draw me like one of your Kalos girls’ pose.

Completely missing how he perks up at the new title.

“Oh?”

You hum and look at him, your expression morphs into confusion at Emmet’s own expression.

While true he’s an expressive man, he has a light blush dusted across his cheeks, his breathing seems to be uneven, his smile looks crooked, along with him looking like he’s fighting drool.

“Uh…Em?”

“H-huh? Oh! Right, I am sorry! Anyways!”

He speeds right passed your suspicious look and rambling about something.

You wonder what’s up with your friend.

You don’t need to know he’s thinking about taking you on those subway seats and fill you with his undying love.

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[ask-the-royal-absol]

5 Destino :^) and 15 Hope!

05:  A memory that your character wishes to erase  

TW: Death, blood. This definitely has dark themes so if you do not want to read, I more than understand. Please feel free to skip this post if it does make you uncomfortable.

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“I’m going to find you, your highness,” Hershel said, looking around the room for the young Absol. This hiding spot was perfect. He wouldn’t dream to look under here! Nova, as she called herself at the time, giggled, feeling that she had won this game. That was until the Bisharp looked in her direction. Perhaps giggling wasn’t the best idea. She would have to remember that for next time. All well, she was only 12. She had her whole life to learn about how to hide from someone.

“There you are!” The bisharp looked underneath the rug on the stony floor to find a small Absol, laughing at the fact she had been found.

“I can’t believe you found me! Hahaha! Next time, I’ll find a good hiding spot.”

“Of course Nova. Shall we-“ Hershel’s line was interrupted by the sound of footsteps walking towards him. Turning around, he spotted the Queen. However, based on her expression, it seemed she had something important to say.

“Hershel, I need…what are you calling yourself this time? Nova?”

“Yes mother.”

“You change it so often I have trouble remembering all your names. Anyway, Nova. I need you to come with me. You know how I’ve been saying I’ve had royal duties to do? Well, you get to join mummy for a very special task. I feel you’re ready enough for it.”

A special task? Nova’s mum was always busy doing royal tasks. However, this was the first time she has ever been asked to join. Nova became excited! Finally, she’d get to do something with her mum! She loved the idea of helping the Queen with something! She raced over to her mother’s side, looking eagerly to find out what needed to be done. A royal duty. She was finally ready.

“Oh, you’ll have to wait for us to go to the very special room before I can tell you what needs to be done.”

Queen Karma headed downstairs, her child following along with the biggest smile on her face. Questions raced through Nova’s head. Would she have to instruct other Pokémon? She knew her mother was incredibly bossy at times, so perhaps she would have to give instructions. Or maybe she would need to help by giving food to someone? Nova knew her parents were always giving resources to others.

Descending further and further down, the duo entered the dungeon. Nova’s face dropped as she saw a lone Pokémon in the cell across the room from them, face in horror as they saw who entered. What was Nova doing down here? She’d never been to the dungeon before. And who was this Pokémon?

“Now sweetie,” Karma began, her voice sounding serious, “I’m going to show you what we do with Pokémon who don’t follow the rules and do something very, very bad. You can even help too.” Very, very bad? Nova had broken rules before but never so badly that her mum had to become that serious about it.

“What did they do?” Nova’s voice filled with worry. Her mum was calm about the situation, but that was incredibly unnerving.

“So, you know that little conversation we had where you asked me what happens when a Pokémon dies?”

“They don’t come back? The damage is permanent?”

“Yes, you’re right. Well, this Pokémon decided it would be a good idea to kill other Pokémon.” What? Nova concerned face was visible. She looked up to her mother for guidance, not understanding why anyone would want to do that.

“But why would they do that?”

“It’s tough, sweetie. Some Pokémon get very cross with how things are and decide to do bad things.” Nova swallowed. She didn’t think she would ever get that angry that she would do something like that. Why would this Pokémon ever want to do something like that? She just couldn’t wrap her head around it. “So, we need to punish him.”

“Are we going to give him a-“

“Restorative conversation?”

“Yes, that.”

“No sweetie. This situation is different. We’re going to do the same thing he did to all of those Pokémon.” Karma approached the cell, containing a terrified ekans. Her face was full of calm. That was the most terrifying things about Queen Karma. She looked at death with no fear in her eyes. Her child, on the other hand, was mortified with what her mother had said.

“I don’t understand. Mum, what are we going to do?”

“We need to kill this pokémon. As a ruler, you need to be able to deal with the crimes that your subjects commit. As you know, we usually have our restorative conversation and the Pokémon does some community service to give back. However, this situation is so much worse than all of the usual crimes. So, we have to put an end to this pokémon as we can no longer trust them to do good things.” Queen Karma opened the cell, still looking down at the Ekans. Nova took a look at him and understood just what other Pokémon meant when they said Queen Karma brings fear to those in her path. His body shook more and more with each step the Queen took.

Before Nova could even talk to her mother about this, Karma’s clawed gouged into the Ekan’s body. Tears fell from his eyes and a deathly scream left his mouth. Nova’s eyes widened at the sight as blood began to pour out of the open wound. She was frightened of her mother. She never would have imagined her own mother would do something like this. Karma then turned to the young Absol, her face composed as she began to speak.

“Your turn sweetie.”

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Destino clearly remembered that day. They remembered it well. That was the one memory they wanted to forget. But no matter how much they tried to forget the sheer terror in that ekans’ face, Karma’s calm and experienced face and the blood on their claws as the Queen forced them to take a swipe, it was something that surfaced to the front of Destino’s mind every so often. It was something that made them hate their mother.

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15. Describe your character’s worst enemy.

Hope: Worst enemy? Oh, I hate thinking about her but I guess I can tel, you about Adira. Adira. Just saying her name makes my stomach ache. She’s a meditite who I was originally friends with. My parents knew her parents and decided it’d be a good idea for us both to be friends. It was fine when it first began. We both went to the same school. We had play dates with each other. We spent a lot of time together.

The problem came when we became teenagers and I evolved into a combusken. Now you may be thinking, how would that be a problem. Just picture in your head a regular combusken. Now remove the arms. Imagine that. Yeah, that’s when the teasing came. Adira became awful. Awful Adira I used to call her. The names she’d call me. I can’t even repeat some of them because of how bad they were. She made me feel bad for being born without arms. After that, I began to avoid her.

I mean, words hurt. No matter what anyone tells you, words can have a lasting impact, just like my kicks inside of the training ground walls. It’s only over these past 2, maybe 3, years that I’ve become comfortable with who I am. Her words are now a distant memory at this point. Especially with my family being a good support network, I try not to think about her. But, she’d absolutely have to be my worst enemy.

[sstvar]

Hey could you please tell me more about your Bendy because to be honest I’m OBSESSED he’s such a neat guy! I mean like personality traits, maybe little fun facts..ALSO DOES HE GET WITH ANYBODY IN YOUR AU.

heyyyy SO GLAD U LIKE MY SILLY LITTLE GUY and i am so glad you asked this because i’ve been looking for an opportunity to flesh out my characters more :) hmmm ok so i’ll go about this as him both in and out of business matters:

In the eye of the public he’s this eccentric contractor, and honestly he kind of plays into this himself for the fun of it, but that’s not necessarily his deal

He can be quite the recluse outside of business hours; he prefers to spend free time either completely alone or with 1 or 2 close friends

The days can be long and filled to the brim with anxious clients and trivial jobs, sooner or later the constant hustle catches up to him

Just letting his mind drift away with the radio on in the background is how he tends to unwind

On occasion he’ll go hear some music performed live by Alice and Calliope at the Trinity, but that’s often reserved only for when he’s realllllyyyy up tight

Honestly mans needs a break and someone to talk to

Would never admit to this but he is pretty lonely; business partners don’t necessarily constitute friends

He has a good handful of them that he adores but they get busy pretty often, so it’s not necessarily a looming feeling, just pangs that come up often

Generally he’s a lot more easy-going and relaxed outside of his office

Warmer towards people too (he is already anyways but yeah)

He lives in the hotel attached to the Bottle Eater and he actually likes to pay neighbours visits now and again

More than once this has turned into a game of ding dong ditch

Can literally be the goofiest dork around the right people and in the right mood

VERY selective about who he acts like this around

now when he’s IN business….

Exudes confidence, and it’s pretty genuine, which makes him THAT much more intimidating

He knows what he’s doing, and he’s not gonna act like he doesn’t

VERY professional, unless he’s lounging around the bar, then he’s slightly more approachable

Turns the charm up to 100 around clients and pedestrians just visiting the bar

”heyyyy” (manipulatively)

Not really a player per se

He figures “if it’s not gonna go anywhere, why bother?” (not in a suggestive way-)

Still, eats up compliments like there’s no tomorrow and dishes them out whenever he can

Now, he’s a little socialite out in the open, but when his office door closes………

It’s like a switch is flipped

Suddenly the reason why he earned himself the title of “The Boogeyman” becomes very clear

He’s all business, very blunt, direct and assertive

Some would say almost cold at times

This is the state where he gets irritated the easiest

If a client gets particularly pushy or obnoxious, they get one good warning before they’re dragged out of his office by the scruff of the neck

He really tries to make a point of being clear and concise with the whole process of contract making and his terms

Which is why it’s so irritating to him when his clientele don’t listen

Otherwise, he makes contract-making quite easy; another reason as to why he’s so popular

ok that’s all i can think of right now! now for your last question

you’ll see :)

[magdaclaire]

remember that summer?

dean&eileen fic with implied saileen&eileenrowena and implied deancas || technically requested by @mrcowboydeanwinchester, if one is very fast and loose about what a request is

Dean falls into his seat without much regard for how much noise it'll make- it's only him and Eileen out here, nobody Hearing in probably at least a three mile radius seeing as Sam and Cas took Jack and Magda into town, and it's only Kevin inside. They haven't taken him to a doctor since all the damage, but Dean would be willing to bet that Kev's hearing is just as bad as his now. Nothing about that will ever feel okay. He can't have a kid without failing them, even when he gets one as old as he got Kevin. Eileen falls into the seat beside him, giving just as little regard. 

"It's not just me, right?" he says, turned to her ever so slightly so that she can read his lips along with his hands. His sign is clumsy after this long not practicing with anyone, but Eileen... Eileen is a safe person to practice to. She taught him in the first place after all.

"What do you mean?" she asks, which is fair. He clarifies.

"You remember that summer. 2002. You and me on the road. That happened, right?" For a summer, Eileen was like the sister he never had. Charlie before Charlie. A person like him on the wild, open road that he found all by himself, that he cared for as best as he could and was cared for in return. As caged off as they both already were back then. Eileen was angrier then than she is now, a teenager and madder than fuck about the life she'd been led into living, and so goddamn alone. It's hard to have that kind of loneliness. She doesn't look so lonely anymore.

"Yeah, Dean. You and me on the road," she says, and she flashes Dean that same grin she had when she was seventeen, lighter than her flyaway hairs and near always preceding the radio getting turned up so loud they could both feel it in their feet. Even when Eileen was mad, she was never like his father, or even like Sam. Never prone to yelling (never cared much about noise), not even prone to lash out at Dean when he was being a bit of a fuckhead. Just the quiet and music of hunting with someone just as lonely as you are, just as desperate to connect and terrified to show it. She taught him sign by teaching his fingers how to move when the ones that had been broken before didn't want to form the shapes, careless and free with casual affection like no one Dean had ever known.

"You ever miss it?" The question comes out without him really meaning for it to.

"The road?"

"Yeah. Or, well, that summer," he says, the oppressive heat and the devil may care attitude coming back to him in waves. He had tried to convince Eileen to go back to school that summer. She had shown him how to fudge the records instead. He was proud to have his GED anyway. It's November now. The leaves are crunching where he's shifting his feet.

"I think we're both better now, don't you?" Eileen asks, and Dean thinks of all of the people he's killed. All the people he's hurt. The things that he's done. He and Eileen have both died and come back since that summer. He doesn't know that he is better than who he was at 23, bright eyed and barely there, in need of a parent more than he ever needed to be one. It's hard to think of himself like that. Little. In need.

"Yeah," he says anyway, and looks away. Eileen taps the back of his hand.

"You were one of my first friends, Dean. I'm glad that I got you back. Even if it took us a while," she says, and Dean is not going to cry because of this. Coming back together as adults, Dean with his brother and Eileen with her vendetta, it hadn't been easy. They haven't even told Sam that they knew each other, once upon a time when Sam was normal. Cas knows, of course. He had put Dean back together exactly as he should have been, healed his hearing with the angel grace like it was nothing.

Dean got him to put it back where it came from not two weeks after his resurrection, the world too loud and the ring of gunshots too familiar. Everything is easier with the lights off. Everything is easier when the world is quiet.

"Sorry we both had to die to share that apartment we talked about." During that summer, they mostly talked around their issues, the homes neither of them had ever known, the reason both of them were out here on the road instead of doing something normal. The idea of Eileen seeing him in the time he lived with Lisa nearly makes him laugh, the idea of Eileen in all of that domestication and PTA bullshit. If anybody is gonna be a PTA mom between her and Sammy, it's gonna be Sam. Just like it was him.

"I like the bunker. It has a history," Eileen says, soft smile lighting up her face. Dean would hate to fuck that up for her. He speaks his mind anyway. Eileen has always liked when he was honest.

"I kinda hate it," he says, and it's something he wouldn't admit to Sam or even to Cas, and definitely not to Jack or Magda or Kevin, but Jesus fuck, it's true. He misses the windows and big front door from Lisa's place, he misses Bobby's big yard, he misses the stained glass of Pastor Jim's parish. Anything that once felt like home would be better than this, the hole is the ground that is all concrete and industrialization, he wants a home. He doesn't know how to get it. Like all the things he doesn't know how to get, he's just pushed down it down just for the want of it. But this is Eileen. Eileen is a safe person to want to. She's always kept his yearnings close to the chest.

"We could move," she says, solemn and serious, and her hand is on the back of his again. He flips his hand over for her to grab, even if he'll need it back in a second to sign.

"Get you, Sammy, Cas and Kevin out of this nerd hole? Me, Magda and Jack wouldn’t be able to manage it, Buffy Summers," he says, having to finger-spell out Buffy, which is weird. He and Eileen have decided on name signs for everybody in the bunker, workshopped with each other and even asked Sammy, Jack, Cas, Magda and Kevin for their thoughts on the matter (though some they did not heed). S-nerd. C-angel. K-prophet. M-magic. J-kid. E-badass. They usually just finger-spell Dean's name. It's not hard (Sam and Cas, even Jack wouldn't have been either, but sometimes things are just fun). Sometimes, Eileen will sign the word dean, like dean of students. It's weird. But cool.

"If anybody's Buffy, it's you, not me. But Dean... no one wants you to be unhappy. If you want to live somewhere else, you know we would follow you, right? Even if you didn't ask us to. I've hitched myself to the Winchester wagon. That's you too." Dean's breath catches in his throat. It's weird for someone to want to stay. Weird. But cool. That's kinda Eileen, isn't it? Dean focuses on the subject at hand, swallowing hard.

"What if Sam wants to leave again?" he asks, his voice small and his sign clumsy, but he knows that Eileen understands. He knows because she grabs his hand to squeeze again, and they've talked about this. Twenty-three and seventeen, 2002 and the world both large and small in front of them, he talked about his brother leaving. How Sam was barely older than she was, really, how he raised that baby. How he shouldn't have had to. She hadn't known Sam at the time, only knew Dean's side of things, but still. She knows. If anybody knows, it's her. And Cas. But Cas doesn't count. Cas knows because he built Dean from the inside out, because Dean would give Cas his heart beating from his chest, because Cas is the easiest and yet most difficult person to talk to in the world. Eileen knows because she was there. Somehow, she was there.

"You know he's just as weirdly attached to you as you are to him, right? He might have been able to do distance in the family during college, but I don't think so anymore. He missed his big brother too much. He's told me," she says simply, like she hasn't said something that could rock Dean's world if he let it. Instead, he stays on the skeptical side. Always safer to err on the side of caution.

"He called me his big brother? He hasn't called me that for real since he was nine," he says, incredulous and close to laughter. Sam? Calling him big brother? That shit hadn't even been something Sam joked about since he was in his early twenties. They're old now. Sam doesn't call him that anymore. Dean tries not to miss it.

"So maybe I paraphrased," Eileen says, and that last bit of hope that had ballooned so suddenly in Dean's chest deflates. "But maybe I didn't. There were quite a few margaritas involved." Dean skates his tongue across his teeth. Changes the subject again.

"Remember when you begged me to buy you a bottle of tequila? Didn't wanna go in and use your fake I.D. yourself. You'd probably had one for over a year by then," he says, actually laughing this time. It's not even forced, not really. He does think it's funny. It's enough to ignore the other thoughts that come with it.

"Oh yeah, definitely, but you had it so figured out, I thought. Dean Winchester, his dad is a hunter too, everybody knows to steer clear of John Winchester. As much as I got turned out of places just for not being able to hear, I never wanted to risk it in a liquor store," she says, her sign high and tight but listing as she gets to the last part, unenthusiastic and showing for it. One of the worst parts of being a kid was the fact that no one was willing to argue for him but him most the time. Bobby and Pastor Jim and even Missouri did what they could, but there wasn't much. Mom was dead and Dad wasn't around. The same old American story. Dean changes the subject.

"You know they don't have those in Indiana? You can buy vodka at Kroger. Isn't that insane?" The change isn't subtle, but Eileen smiles anyway, tipping her drink toward him. He hadn't even realized she had brought a drink out here. It's some awful Irish soda she insists on having delivered to their mailing address; he's only tried it once, and it was awful. Eileen drinks it like water when she's in a mood to drink it. It takes like milk and sadness. She loves it, though. The glass of the bottle is leaving a ring on the table. It's an outside table. It doesn't matter. He can't shake the thought that he should be wiping it off before the others get home, that he should be doing something.

"Could probably lift it from there too," Eileen says, following him down the conversational rabbit hole and unknowingly saving him from a mental one of his own. He grins.

"Oh definitely. You never did?" he asks, and Eileen snorts.

"I stole everything else, but it never occurred to me to just steal alcohol."

"Twenty two was a bit of a bad year for me," he replies simply, letting the waves of himself settle, the riptide of his emotions inside of himself coming to a stop. They both know that. It was impossible to avoid in that next year, Dean's loneliness and the cracks in his voice, the way that his hands shook when he went too many nights without sleep. The heat of summer did nothing to keep him from shivering that season with Eileen in the passenger seat, teaching each other everything they knew. Eileen huffs a laugh.

"Sixteen wasn't a great year for me either," she says, and he remembers that too. The way that Eileen bristled under the new discomfort of Dean's worry, the way that the bristle only made it harder for him at first, harder to open up and be opened up to, harder to love. He's never been easy to love. 

Jesus, even he knows how Cas, Sammy and Eileen would be yelling at him if he said that shit out loud. Even if they quietly agreed. That'd be a fight too, saying that. Leave it to him to feel bad about shit that's just in his head, about himself even.

"It's a shit wagon, you know," he says. It seems like a reminder Eileen might need, getting used to him and his smartass brother and their angel. He's heard people call Cas that before. The Winchesters' angel. Enough to make your chest ache, isn't it? All the things he wants that he can't have.

Never changed the world to want. No point in getting your hopes up.

"The Winchester wagon? Buddy, I know. But it's my fucking wagon, so you better fuck off," Eileen says, and she jostles his shoulder, coming half way up out of her seat just to do it. She's like Donna with that shit sometimes- making him feel good by talking just the right amount of shit. Eileen is like Charlie, she's like Donna, she's like Jo, and she's not like anybody else. He never expected to get to be friends with somebody Sammy was interested in. He never expected to get to be friends with Eileen from that summer. His life might be shit, but it's not half bad, you know? Cas is alive, Eileen is alive, he and Sammy and Kevin and Jack are all good; shit could be a hell of a lot worse.

It's a weird standard of living out here.

"You don't-"

"Dean, are we gonna do the self pity thing all afternoon? Because I'll have to go get something else to drink," she says, and Dean stops. He just stops for a second. Is that what he sounds like when he says that shit to people? Goddamn.

Eileen probably sounds cooler than him, but he's ignoring it. In fact, it hasn't even occurred to him. Definitely not. He sighs.

"You really don't care what I have to say about it, do you?" he asks, and Eileen snorts, shaking her head.

"I'm a grown up and I can make my own decisions, Dean Winchester," she tells him, and he knows that, but he can't stop himself from the ribbing, the questions that run rampant in his head.

"Well, Sammy's technically a grown up and I don't know if I trust him to make all the decisions. I mean, do you know how many salads that kid eats? It can't be healthy," he says, and Eileen gives him a look.

"You know he is an adult, right?" Dean smiles, the curve of it just this side of self deprecating.

"I know," he says, his sign the cleanest it's been all afternoon. He knows that Sam isn't a kid anymore. He knows that Sam has been through enough in this life to make as many decisions as he wants to. He knows that he and Sam have been through too much together to ever be the same kids they once were. Sometimes, it's nice just to pretend. The illusion of control. Being able to think he can protect him still. You'd think the long string of failures would have convinced him at some point that Sammy was better looking out for himself.

"Okay, come on, we're gonna go ride a mechanical bull or some shit. Call Donna, get her to meet us in Nebraska, I'll find a bar," Eileen says, pulling him up out of his chair. He hadn't even noticed her stand up out of hers. Fuck, he's slipping.

"Wait, where do you wanna go? Nebraska? Why the fuck would we go to Nebraska?" he asks, his brows coming together.

"Because Donna is in South Dakota. This is Kansas. Nebraska is between," Eileen says, explaining extremely basic geography to him as if he is very, very small. The confusion only grows.

"Yeah, but-" he starts, but Eileen interrupts him, her hands stopping his as she just speaks aloud.

"Dancing, Dean. With friends. Still wanna go?" They had talked about this when they were kids. When she was too young to get into clubs and he was too lonely to have friends, they talked about going dancing. He had forgotten about- about all of it. The sequin dress that Eileen picked out in a store window, hand up against the glass without a worry for the leave of her fingerprints. She had picked out something for him to wear too. His Dad would have been raging mad just to see him look too long at the kind of shirt she wanted him to wear, something gauzy and longed-sleeved and terribly impractical. Dean had thought about the idea of the tie collar resting against his throat for months after that.

"Would you still wanna pick out my outfit?" he asks, making it sound like he doesn't want it, even managing to make it sound offhand. Lying without lying. His specialty. Like he hasn't, in some part of himself that he's always kept quiet and to the back of himself, always wanted that outfit Eileen had outlined in her head, like he hasn't thought about it for years. Eileen shrugs her shoulders.

"Do you want me to?" she asks, turning it back on him. Fuck. Here comes the lying part.

"If you want," he says instead, and he has to stop himself from taking it back immediately. From saying something Eileen doesn't deserve to have to see just so that he can deflect that attention from what he just admitted to wanting. "But is you, me and Donna really going out with a group of friends? Love you two, but it's hardly more than how we woulda gone when we were kids."

"Oh no, buddy, you're calling Donna, I'm texting Rowena. We're dragging Cas with us too. I don't figure he has too many clubbing experiences either," she says, and Dean lets himself think about dancing with Cas, about Cas in a club, and the very idea shakes him to his bones. He laughs instead of thinking more on that, forcing himself into calmness.

"Leaving Sammy here by himself?" he asks, avoiding the concept of Cas entirely. Eileen shrugs again, though this time she's smiling.

"Somebody's got to look after the kids."

"Kevin and Jack could handle themselves, you know," he reminds her. She nods.

"Yeah. But they don't have to. Sam already said he doesn't mind." They don't have to. Their kids in the bottom of a bunker, their safety buried in the ground. He can't think about it too much. There's a lot of things like that.

"You already asked him?" Eileen waves her phone at him.

"Always one text away, your brother. He's good like that," she says, her tone gentle and her smile gentler.

"You're happy with him?" he asks, the question coming out without much thought, but he finds he's alright with asking. He wants Eileen to be happy almost as much as he wants Sam to be happy, and it hits him all the time that they're happy together. His for-the-summer sister and his little brother. Eileen gives him a long stare, amused.

"You're asking if your brother makes me happy? Gonna ask him the other way around too? Or is this a Chris Claybourne situation? I hate to say it, De, but you're not my type," she says, and he hadn't even realized it could be taken that way, and now he'd probably be amenable to dying, if it were an option. He bursts into laughter instead.

"Ew, no. I mean, not like ew, you're gross, but like ew, you're Eileen. Well-" Dean can only be grateful when Eileen cuts him off.

"Buddy, I get it. You're gross too," she says, and he snorts.

"Oh thank god."

"You want to go get you something to wear? A quick trip before we come back and grab Cas?" she offers, and oh. It occurs to him all at once that this is actually happening, that he's going to wear an outfit that Eileen picks for him to a city three and a half hours away and they're going to go dancing. He only assumes they're going to Omaha; that's where he usually meets Donna if they're gonna meet in Nebraska. The world is quiet and anonymous meeting Donna in a city of nearly half a million people in the middle of the night, windows rolled down and Dean's laughter easier just for Donna being there.

"Yeah. Okay. Let's go pick out an outfit."

[pkmnnursecass]

Ciao!

Hey there Rotomblr! I saw some of my coworkers talking about this app, so I decided to try it out! Name’s Cassidy, but you can call me Cass! I’m a big fan of She/Her pronouns, so use those for me if you'd please! I’m an aide down at that new Pokémon Center in Freezington, Galar. Nice to meet everyone!

Here’s my Trainer Card and a pic of me! Hope you can see them- I still have no idea how this site works lmao

Anyway, I'm from Castelia City in Unova! I spent a few years studying abroad in Kalos, and now I'm working in the Crown Tundra at the new Center they set up! I loooove astrology, cooking (especially curry), reading, movies and cardgames!!! I still don’t know a lot about Pokémon, but I’m good at taking care of them! I hope so, anyway. Lemme talk a little bit about my own!

Valentine - Ribombee: my first partner! I caught her when my family was vacationing in Alola way back. She's soooo adorable, and helps me out at the Center a ton!!

Chime - Chingling: my second Pokémon! I found him while studying in Kalos. He's more like emotional support for me, honestly. He's just as cute as Val!

Chansey: I got her from my employer (which I guess is the region???? Idk). She's very cool, and I think we work well together!

Lumi - Metang: Lumi was given to me by a friend in Kalos! They don't understand Galarian very well...and I'm no good at Kalosian...but I think they like it up here!! And they help out a lot!!!

Cheri - Spritzee: My newest team member!!! I caught her in Hammerlocke during my vacation (it keeps happening lol) She's super sweet!!!

That’s all for now! I can share my dreams and aspirations later, lol. Feel free to talk to me about anything- Pokémon, life, good recipes, movie recs, card games…like I said, anything!!!! It’s real lonely up here in the tundra, so any interaction is welcome!

Ciao! 🩷

(OOC stuff under the cut \/)

Update 1/7/24: Decided to update this, to offer more information and just generally be less cluttered! Also got rid of Cass' middle name, because that was lame and I forgot about it

Howdy! This is a Pokemon IRL Blog run by @skrelpson. As such, there's a major unreality warning for all of it! This blog runs off of mainly game/anime canon, with a sprinkle of headcanons throughout! Maybe I'll talk more about that later. idk!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! I am a minor, as of writing this. I'm also just generally uncomfortable with that subject matter. If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that...yknow yknow

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but please nothing like surprise gift Pokemon. Cass isn't equipped to deal with that right now! I will just ignore any mail that doesn't really jive with what's going on.

This is a low stakes blog! Cass might get into minor events, but for the most part it's just chill vibes in the tundra.

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-seminists...etcetera...

In general, I'm not a very outgoing person. I gotta work up a lotta courage to try and talk to people! Especially people I don't know! And it might take me time to respond to a reblog, message, etc...it doesn't mean I don't want to interact! I'm just terrified of being online :p

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Since that sounds a little daunting, here's a list of all the ones I've reblogged! Just PLEASE please please please include the question and not just the emoji...PLEASE

(I'll update this like...once every other month or something)

Find Out the Little Things!

Press A to Interact (This one doesn't really have a name? Ack sorry)

Roto Leak!

Pokéblr Ask Game

Curry Ingredient Ask Game

Assign a Pokémon Ability

Favorite Pokémon for Each Type

Sharing Story Aspects You're Excited For (I would label this one Pen(ny) for your thoughts if I wasn't a coward)

The ID was made using Pokecharm’s legacy Trainer Card Maker

The Picrew can be found here: [Link]

PREVIOUS ARCS (+Tags!)

The Lime Water Saga - a joke arc about Cass putting too many lime slices in her water bottle. Can be found under #lime water saga

Vocational Vacation - Cass tours Galar! She visits landmarks, takes pictures of ponies, and doesn't see the northern lights. Found under #vocational vacation arc