#I need to change that 😭 I NEED TO FEED MYSELF AND ALL THE OTHER BOTTOM-FEEDERS OUT THERE LIKE ME

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Han Myungoh and Han Dareum~ [Omniscient Readers Viewpoint]

My personal headcanon is that Han Myungoh had to consult a cosmetologist to teach him how to style a woman's hair so he could make pretty hairstyles for his daughter, Han Dareum.

Because I'm sure he wouldn't know how to do a girl's hair since he's never done it before!! ----------------★ [The scenario below is inspired by the future events of the novel // might contain spoilers!] [Content Warning: Injury, Angst, Hurt]

He clutches at his daughter's limp body. Her frail body was weak, but still breathing, albeit faintly.

"You'll be alright, sweetheart. You're alright, I'm here. Appa is here, sweetheart. I came back for you like I promised--"

He mumbles words of comfort into his daughter's ears. Hugging her, making sure she's safe in his arms, making sure she's still alive.

By now, he wasn't sure whether these words were for his daughter or for himself. But he repeats them anyway.

His Han Dareum was finally home.

[emeryhiro]

My Thoughts on TBOC SDCC Panel & Interviews

First off, I felt like a kid again watching Melissa and Norman on an SDCC panel for the first time and was overwhelmed by so many positive emotions ♡

Regarding what was covered during the panel and what I'll be sharing my thoughts on, in this post, I'm going to try to keep it brief and only talk about things that are new to me compared to what I heard during the Tribeca panel and in my thoughts post on it [here].

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Zabel on his responsibility with the show:

Firstly, Zabel is actually pretty funny, and every time he speaks about the show I find myself trusting him more and more and feeling more confident that he knows what he's doing. I especially loved how he said, and I quote:

"There is a responsibility to live up to the standards of The Walking Dead, the standards that Norman and Melissa had as actors creating these characters. So that's the part where you wanna make sure that you don't let anybody down, you don't let the fans down, you don't let the actors down, you don't let the history of the show down. You have to at least try to maintain the same standard and hopefully maybe even push it forward."

Melissa, on her return to the show:

It was wonderful hearing her speak about how much she missed Carol and how excited she is about, and I quote:

"getting to go forward in France, where [Norman] set the roots, thank you very much. I had some things I had to do"

and how France will be a catalyst for all sorts of changes for Daryl and Carol.

I love how much she said she enjoyed the role of an EP, and I have no doubt she's brilliant in it. My main thought here is that I really hope that, like Lauren and Danai, she also has the chance to direct an episode in season 3, because whatever she touches will end up being Gold.

Norman on Daryl and Carol's bond:

I loved how he described their bond as cosmic and beyond tangible. Carol can sense that there's something wrong with Daryl even from across an ocean and vice versa, which is so true to their characters. They don't need to say a single word for the other to understand everything they're thinking and feeling.

Also, when he said:

"He's starting to lose that feeling cause he's been there so long,"

Melissa's face and reaction had me laughing out loud. What do you mean, Norman? Can you please elaborate on that for us?

If I had to guess what he means, I'd say it links to Daryl's self-esteem and his idea of self-worth. As I've mentioned before, it's obvious to me that the longer Daryl has been away from Carol, the more he's regressing into his old self and habits, and I think this feeds into that. I think he doesn't believe he's worth being loved, searching for, or crossing the Atlantic for. And that sense of security and confidence that he'd built with his family in America is slowly climbing away.

In comparison, Carol has always been one of, if not the strongest, characters on the show. Yes, she is struggling without Daryl, but the moment she's told his life is in danger, she has this overpowering sense of motivation and strength that she'll do anything to save him.

Norman on his favourite scene (The Reunion):

The words he used to describe the reunion scene and how he felt about it really had me in a puddle... especially the comparison he makes at the end, and I quote:

"When we meet, when that finally happens, there's a build to that that happens, and we worked really hard to make that scene what it was, and that kind of was fireworks going off inside me"

This is the sweetest description of the scene, and I don't know if my heart can handle it.

Additional moments I loved:

I love how both Melissa and Norman keep checking on Louis to make sure he's okay.

Norman calling Melissa his partner in crime, describing how excited he was for her to come back, watching her work, and Melissa's reactions to his words 😭❤️‍🩹

Overall, I just love how they appreciate, support, and genuinely love each other so much ♡♡♡

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Thank you for taking the time to read this. We're so close to having them back on our screens, and I'm so overwhelmed by the excitement for the new season!!

I'd love to read all of your thoughts on the trailer and panel, whether in response to this post or a post of your own; I can't wait to read it ♡♡♡

[eseongsubs]

oh my god ur sunoo hybrid post was so hot i need more hybrid sunoo OMGGGG PLEASE IM BEGGING

don’t feed my addiction because the more I think about it the worse it gets…..

warnings; master kink AGAIN, not really too explicit, but just know sunoo is a hybrid sooooooo 😭 just expect that to be the premise

“Master, I don’t like the way you smell when you come home…” his perfect blush-y lips quiver in a pout before he takes his lower lips between his teeth. Sunoo’s long fingers tamper with the edges of your pants after changing out of your work clothes — he barely even let you climb into them, begging you to stay undressed so you two could play — but you refused. His comment made your cheeks ignite in embarrassment. Did you really smell that bad?…you didn’t think so…

“Sunoo that’s rude” you remark, your ego feeling sore. The cat hybrid only rolled his eyes at you, beginning to purr as he pulled you closer.

“It’s not my fault you stink like so many different people when you come home. It makes my nose hurt” the truth is, Sunoo is being unusually harsh. His instincts are clawing at the inside of his throat to make you all his, and to be owned entirely by you. You shouldn’t have to work, especially not with other people when he can’t be there. So he’ll calm the raging jealous fire by being more mean than necessary.

“Now I need to make you smell like me again. Please?…master?” His nonstop purring made your insides tingle. The way his hybrid side can’t hide how desperate he is for you makes you ache in a good way. His tongue peeks out to lick against your throat and you let him.

“You’re so needy” you grumble, moody at his behavior. You let him continue his ministrations though. Maybe even enjoying it as he does.

“Yeah” he whispers breathily in response, whimpering softly at the taste of your skin on his tongue. The smell of you growing wetter has him hardening in his pants. “You’re so handsome, yn..” he can’t stop the words from escaping him. He loves the way he can hear your heart skip a beat, and his kitty ears twitch at the sound.

“Make me so needy all the time. Can’t stop myself…” most people who meet your kitten assume he’s just so cute. All smiles and kindness, the most thoughtful hybrid with a charming sense of humor and personality. Really though, he just treats them that way because he knows you want him to. If he could he’d chase them right out the house and lock you inside to never leave.

…unfortunately he can’t do that. So he has to settle for staking his claim like this, holding onto you so tight you can’t break for escape from him until he’s satisfied.

“Touch me please..” he whimpers, reaching for your hands that rest on his arms. He guides one to his ears and the other to his ass, eyes flickering into yours directly. Sunoo’s eyes sparkle like diamonds as he does so.

“‘M soo needy, master. You’ve been gone all day..” he huffs into another pout and you squeeze his plush butt with your hand, reveling in the way he whimpers when you fiddle with his flickering cat ears.

“For a little bit, Sunoo” you say unsure, knowing full well it will last longer and go much farther than you intend.

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 4

Author's note: On this chapter there are some things that give away that this story was written a long time ago, like the fact that it says that he is City's captain... Or that he dresses well 😅 P.S. I'm joking, please no one get mad at me 😭

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Masterlist

"Did you sleep well, darling? You look tired" grandma asked me the morning after the game.

"It probably was all the excitement from yesterday. She was still buzzing like young people say" grandad laughed.

"I think it was a mix of not being on my own bed and getting out of my comfort zone. I'm not used to it." 

Which was a lie. Mostly. I did miss my own bed, the one at my grandparents' house had the worst pillow ever. But if I looked dead and tired, it was because I had stayed up until 2 am reading about Rúben, watching his videos and looking at his photos.

Some would call it stalking. I call it doing research.

I read about his career, watched proper interviews and other videos where he was being silly, finding myself smiling like the idiot I am. I even watched some in Portuguese, the fact that I speak Spanish being very helpful to understand what he was saying. Or at least half of it.

I spent an hour just on his Instagram account, looking at everything he had posted, and especially the posts where he was topless. Like... He couldn't be real. He couldn't have a body like that, it had to be Photoshop. And it wasn't just the abs and the biceps. It also was his back. His legs. Everything. And judging by the photos where he was wearing clothes and the couple of times I had met him, he also knew how to dress and make the most out of that perfect body of his, which was unfair for the rest of the human population, both male and female.

I also spent a lot of time reading fanfic about him. There are so many talented people out there! And horny, which made me feel less alone. Because my dreams... Well. They were similar to the ones I had been having since meeting him for the first time, but now I knew what was under his clothes, and they weren't happening just on the lift or Lucy's house. Now that I knew that he was a freaking professional football player, there were so many new scenarios to explore... And I explored a few last night, like the changing room at the Emirates.

"Darling, are you sure you are alright? Should I take you to the doctor?" grandad said, bringing me back to reality. 

"To the doctor? Why?" 

"You look... I don't know. Off. And look at your cheeks."

"My cheeks?" I said, touching them. They were feeling very warm.

"Let me take your temperature" grandma said. "I don't want you traveling alone back to Manchester with a fever."

Oh, if only she knew. 

I wasn't traveling back to Manchester with a fever. I was actually traveling back to Manchester to meet the cause of my fever. And just the thought of it was making my stomach do funny things, not sure if good or bad ones. 

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"Oh, c'mon!" I said when the shopping bag slipped from my hand as I reached to call for the lift, all its contents slipping on the floor.

"Let me help you with that" a male voice said behind me. No. Not just a male voice. The male voice. Rúben. 

"You don't need to, I can manage."

"And I want to help" he said, already picking some things from the floor. "Doesn't Lucy have someone to do the shopping for her?"

"Yes, but that's the weekly shopping. This is different."

"I can tell. I don't see Lucy letting Julia eat so much chocolate and sweets" he chuckled.

"Tonight we are having a movie night, that's why I bought all this. I'm not planning on feeding her just sugar for the whole weekend, I'm not crazy."

"Good to know" Rúben smiled. "What movie are you watching?" he asked while calling for the lift, the shopping bag on his hand.

"Not sure yet. Something from Disney I guess."

"What's your favourite Disney movie?"

"What?" 

"Mine is "Aladdin". Love the songs" he said, walking into the lift once the doors had opened. 

"I'm not sure about mine" I said, following him. "As a child I loved watching the "Swan Princess", but that isn't Disney."

"I think I've never heard of it before. Is it cartoons?"

"Yep. It is about a princess who is under a spell that turns her into a swan during the day, and at night she goes back into her human self but only if she is on a certain lake and when the moon is shining."

"Do they sing?"

"Oh, yes, they do. They have great songs."

"I'll have to check it out."

"What?" I laughed.

"Don't tell anyone, but I love watching kids' movies." 

"Worried your teammates may bully you?" I chuckled as the lift's doors opened at our floor.

"Nah, they already know. By the way, the Emirates was the last place where I expected to see you" Rúben said, walking towards my door.

"Same."

"Lucy hadn't told you?"

"We've never talked about you." Which is true. But mainly because I knew my face would give away that I am very attracted to Rúben. Like, a lot.

"Now that you know... What do you think about it?"

"I don't know" I said, opening the apartment’s door. "It's just a job. A special one, but a job."

"Your opinion about me hasn't changed then?" he asked, following me inside and into the kitchen.

"Why would I change my mind?"

"You know what they say about football players. Just a bunch of idiots that kick a ball, who earn way too much money, who just party and cheat on their wives... Those things."

"I don't know enough about you to judge."

"Then we must do something about that" he said, leaving the shopping bag on the table. "Do you think Julia would mind if I joined you on your movie night?"

"I'm sorry, you want what?"

"It'll be a way to get to know each other a bit better. And I don't have plans tonight, so watching a Disney movie in good company sounds great."

I don't know what happened after that, what I said or did. Probably that yes, that he could come, because I remembered his smile and a "see you tonight." But my brain was stuck on his previous two last sentences.

For some reason, he wanted to get to know me better. Me. And I apparently was good company? He could have said it just about Julia, he clearly adored her. But he wasn't talking about her. We weren't talking about her. So... It was about me, right? I was good company. Did that mean that he was flirting with me? Rúben Dias, Manchester City captain and international player with Portugal, was flirting with me? The piano teacher turned into nanny?

It had been years since a guy had tried to flirt with me, I was very rusty. So maybe he was just being nice and I understood everything wrong. Or maybe not.

Whatever it was, I would be finding out in just a few hours... 

[promiscuouspomegranate]

hihi!! sorry if you already have requests or if you’re busy!

could you write a story about a poor fem reader who meets a rich noble? probably not something modern but not too ancient. idc if it’s the stereotypical “omg an injured sexy prince on the side of the road!! let me bring him back to my cottage and feed him stone soup because i am so sickly and poor!!”

thank you !! 🩵🩵🩵

Aching Autumn

Fem reader • Prince Thatcher

TWs: Abduction, Mentions of starvation, Poor living conditions, Reader gets death threats, Thatcher is rude, Violence, + Reader gets her fingers dirty.

(This is my first request I’m literally foaming at the mouth cackling crying sobbing and so HAPPY!! THANK TAHK YOU!! I worked on this a bit and I think it turned out well. If you have ivory skin or locks of gold.. my bad 💔 Feel free to let me know if you wanted anything else. Sorry if it isn’t that good… this is my first time writing in a while 😭)

Although the seasons changed, it seemed the conditions I lived in were stagnant, from the cruel, cold winters that frosted my lips and gnawed at my fingers to sweet spring days that warmed my heart and soothed my soul. It seemed I was destined to live a life of poverty and hunger. After all, what could the bastard daughter of a drunkard wanton accomplish other than lamenting on the town streets of what could have been?

On this particular autumn evening, there was an ache in my heart; no words of comfort or looks of pity could soothe, for I saw the man who was supposed to be my father holding a child with golden hair and ivory skin–something I never had. I tried to elevate myself above the town gossip, but when I heard his name, I knew I had to see it with my own eyes. I needed to see my replacement. He smiled at the child, and I could feel bitter tears streaming down my ragged face.

“My father… You are supposed to be mine. Not that stupid angelic creature who you hold so dearly,” I bit my thumb and stared into the window, “You horrible man! You are my father!”

My father glanced out the window, and I felt my heart shatter when his face contorted into pure disgust. I emptily stared at him and pressed my hand against the glass. That child of his and some refined lady had stolen my leisurely life. I gently knocked on the glass and begged to be let inside. The baby began to sob, and the curtains were drawn. The front door opened, and I was violently dragged into the streets by my father.

“I told her to keep you away from me,” He furiously whispered and tightly grabbed my arm, “You are not welcome near my home. You are no child of mine.”

“But I am! I came from you and will always be a part of you, please,” I cried and pleaded with him, “If I were given an opportunity to clean myself up and become a member of society, I swear I could–”

Before I could finish my sentence, I was thrown into the road and kicked in the stomach.

“You will have to seek your opportunities elsewhere,” My father stepped back and glared, “Perhaps you could sell yourself the way your mother does. You’ll gather enough money to raise a regret of your own.”

He abandoned me, the same way he did when I was nine, slowly and cruelly. Savoring every moment of my cries for him to stay with me and ignoring my presence like I was the wind blowing on his back.

“Horrible man,” I muttered to myself when he was gone once more, “I hope the child dies in his arms and he can feel half the misery that I know.”

I brushed the excess dirt off my dress and readjusted my crimson scarf. I ambled through the town and arrived at the front of my dilapidated building. I decided I had encountered sorrow once too many today and went to the woods bordering my home.

“What I would give, if I had anything of value, to soar in the sky with the doves,” I squinted as they fluttered by, “How lovely.”

The mourning doves called out to each other and perched on pine branches. They hid themselves from me, and I strolled deeper into the woods. I ignored posted signs and warnings to the common people to stay out of the Queen’s forest. I hardly believed it was her land; she had never stepped in the forest. What right did she have to claim what she couldn’t see?

“I suppose it must be nice to claim things as you please,” I felt myself slip into my fantasy of grandeur and smiled, “I would claim the whole world if I were Queen.”

I pretended that the trees curtseyed and bowed as I strolled by. I straightened my posture and pretended the birds were my people. I politely waved and smiled like a queen would–delightfully and regally.

“Oh, I suppose these flowers are for me? Why, thank you, little girl,” I went down and picked what I assumed were wildflowers from the forest floor, “They will look lovely in my crystal vase by the stained glass window. The sunshine yellows would make a lovely spring gown.”

I hummed to myself and stooped down to pick more flowers. I carefully selected each one, though each flower seemed perfectly grown. I selected each by how strong the fragrance was; the more robust the scent, the more I could sell them for in the town.

“I wonder what kind of flower these are? I haven’t seen anything as beautiful growing in the forest before,” I murmured and put one in my hair, “I’ll gather one to replant in front of home.”

I had only begun to uproot the flower when I heard the galloping of stallions and the blasting sound of brass horns. I paid no attention; usually, the royalty stuck to a particular path to hunt the Queen’s favorite animals–ruby red cardinals, acorn brown deer freckled with pearly dots, and soot black bears. I heard the bloodhounds howling as the galloping began to fade into the ambiance of the forest.

I finished uprooting the flower and placed it with the others. I felt something lick my hand and gasped. I saw a bloodhound lazily resting beside me, panting and stupidly staring at me. It licked my hand again, and I pulled my hand away from the dog.

“Stay back,” I demanded but looked nervous, “I’ll.. well, I don’t exactly know what I would do to you.”

I cautiously reached my hand out and placed it on the dog’s head. I began to stroke behind its ears gently and smiled.

“I suppose you’re not that scary,” I mumbled and looked for a tag, “It appears the Queen hasn’t claimed you. Perhaps I will make you my own.”

I took my scarf off and wrapped it around the dog’s neck. I felt joy when it stared at me and rested its head on my lap.

“Such a beautiful thing, aren’t you? You can be my dog since the hunters are so careless,” I squeezed it and sighed, “Yet, I fear you don’t understand a thing I am saying. You probably will run from me the second you see your owner.”

The dog began to howl, and I felt alarmed as the galloping returned. I tried my best to soothe the dog into silence, but it persisted upon howling. I turned around and saw stallions charging toward me. I scooped the dog up, grabbed a flower or two, and sprinted through the woods. I heard men shouting after me, demanding I stop in the name of the Queen. I felt terrified and ran to the frantic beat of my heart.

Yet, no matter how fast I was to run, the horses would always defeat me. I was cornered by nobility and froze in fear. The other bloodhounds were growling at me, and I set mine on the forest floor.

“What an odd combination of bird and tiger. The cowardice of a bird to take flight and the boldness of a tiger to try and outrun horses and your fate,” A man wearing a green cloak frowned upon me–he seemed repulsed by my sight, “Speak, peasant. Make your last words something interesting.”

Promptly, he aimed his rifle at me, and I began to sob in fear.

“Brother, put your rifle down. The woman is clearly lost; why else would she be in these woods? Pity the poor thing and don’t frighten her,” A man wearing a brown cloak intervened–his eyes seemed gentle and welcoming.

“Einarr, could you spare your false sympathies? Not only has she racked up enough crime to be a prisoner in hell as well as Earth, but she also trampled through mother’s flower garden,” He scoffed and put his rifle aside, “It’s either I put her out of her misery now, or mother decides to stroll through the forest and sees her garden missing flowers then makes the whole country suffer her wrath.”

“Thatcher, you seem to forget about our mother’s kind nature. How, if a flower or two went missing, she would smile and think of the beautiful creature that wandered into her garden and was able to appreciate beauty,” Einarr dismounted his horse and clutched its reigns.

“Beautiful creature? I’ve seen more beauty in war than I have her ragged face,” Thatcher dismounted his horse and approached Einarr, “I am assuming this is your attempt at humoring me, so I spare her.”

The two seem more occupied with arguing than dealing with me. I wiped my tears away and fell to the floor. I could feel their eyes burning into my skin as I weakly opened my mouth.

“Forgive my insolence, Your Majesties. I never meant to cause such trouble and ruin your hunt. It is true I wandered into the forest and got lost along the way,” I prayed nothing would ruin my lie, “It tattered my dress and face; I find myself quite weary. I never will step foot in the woods again if it means you so graciously spare my life.”

I heard chuckling from one of the princes and poked my head up. I saw Thatcher terribly trying to mask his amusement as Einarr glared at him.

“Ah! For an ill-bred lady of low rank, she manages the audacity to ask favors from us? Say, do you think you’re more nobility than we are to make such demands? I will fetch your golden crown and scepter, and Einarr will–”

“That is enough, brother. Clearly, she is more worthy of a crown than you are. Such gentleness and kindness despite the cruelty of her circumstance,” Einarr approached me and kneeled to my level, “What is your name? I must know, or I fear I will go mad.”

“Y / N,” I sputtered out and felt breathless, “I am no lady, your majesty. I am only a bastard daughter who managed to lose herself to the perplexities of the woods.

“Einarr, you should be more careful around the animal. She might be rabid and contaminate you with the unforgiving disease of poverty,” Thatcher followed behind Einarr and shoved him aside, “Besides, shouldn’t the heir of the kingdom be at a diplomatic meeting?”

“I suppose you are right about something, Thatcher,” Einarr mounted his horse again and stared at me, “Farewell, Lady Y / N.”

Einarr rode away, and the dogs followed behind him, except for the one I called my own. It was lying beside me, and Thatcher seemed unamused.

“Eris, do not lay with her. Come, girl,” He demanded and crossed his arms, “I said come!”

Eris seemed content lying beside me, to Thatcher’s dismay. He noticed the scarf wrapped around her neck and glared at me.

“You... You were going to steal my dog, weren’t you? You wretched woman,” He clenched his fists and pulled me up, “How dare you steal so much from your providers?”

“I apologize, Your Majesty! I thought the dog was unclaimed and–”

“Silence! Einarr may be foolish enough to entertain your words, but I will have none of it,” He tightly gripped my arm and frowned at me, “Not even death will be enough to punish your crimes. You deserve to be tortured among the criminals of your dastardly rank.”

I felt my lip quiver as his auburn eyes searched into the darkest corners of my heart.

“Yet, even the most painful torture is not fit for you. No, I will choose your suffering myself,” He led me to his horse and forced me to mount it, “I will decide your fate, Y / N.”

He hopped up, wrapped his arms around me, and tightly gripped the reigns. I felt my heart pound as he rode away from the forest.

“Are.. are you going to kill me? Please, just put me out of my misery now,” I begged and felt nauseated.

“I am going to give you a fate worse than death,” He whispered in my ear, “Your fate is intertwined with mine now. Enjoy the scenery of the forest, for I fear this is the last time you’ll see it up close.”

[mamaestapa]

I have baby fever Brooke 😭 I think im needing the scenario of jamie Trevor and y/n as parents to a little boy😭

ugh i do too. i always have baby fever though so this is perfect🥹 (i think i went overboard with this one, i just couldn’t help myself. im giving all the details bc you deserve them)

so as we’ve established, the baby may be trevor’s, but jamie is just as much of a dad to him. trevor and jamie take on that father role perfectly.

when you’re pregnant, they never leave your side. when you have morning sickness the first few weeks, the boys take turns holding your hair back while the other rubs your back. they’re so gentle with you, especially during that first trimester.

as your belly and the baby grow and you enter your second and third trimester, the boys are even more attentive and clingy. trevor will get you whatever you’re craving, jamie will rub your swollen ankles and feet, and they’re constantly talking to the baby so he can know their voices when he comes out into the world.

their conversations with the baby always end up like this…

“hi buddy, it’s daddy”

“and your other daddy, the not crazy one.”

“don’t listen to him squirt, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about

or updating the baby on things like this…

“daddy and i got your nursery done a couple days ago, it’s duck themed surprise, surprise.”

“and you’re our little duckling, so it’s perfect.”

“daddy also scored a goal just for you tonight. and maybe your hot mama, and your hot daddy”

that earns a playful smack in the head from you and jamie.

but the conversations always end something like this…

“we love you and your mama so much little man”

“we can’t wait to meet you and finally hold you, baby z”

trevor and jamie fall asleep either on your bump or with a hand on your bump. they constantly have to have a hand on you and your unborn baby. they claim it’s comforting for him, but really it’s comforting for all of you.

once the baby is born, trevor and jamie go into full dad mode. they love that sweet baby boy so much. he’s already their world, just like you are.

they take turns doing skin to skin with him. trevor will always start, then he’ll give the baby boy a little break before passing him off to jamie. trevor and jamie would do skin to skin with him all day if they could. they love it.

when you have to get up with the baby in the middle of night, especially during the newborn stage, trevor and jamie are up with you. whether it’s to help change a diaper, stroke your back as you nurse, or just be there for support, they’re up with you every time.

it doesn’t matter if they have early morning skate or a game later that day, one of them always makes sure to be awake with you so you’re not alone.

once you start pumping, trevor and jamie love to take over with feedings. whoever’s turn it is to feed the baby, they’ll take their shirts off and sit in the rocking chair with the baby tucked in their arm. gently rocking back and forth and softly talking to the baby boy that’s happily suckling away.

as your son gets older, trevor and jamie somehow become even better dads. you didn’t think it was possible, but every year they just get better and better. they’re so sweet, supportive, and your son loves them so much.

on father’s day, he makes them cards every year that read: “worlds best daddies” and each card is filled top to bottom with pictures and all of the things he loves most about his daddies.

on mothers day, he does the same thing for you. he’ll make cards, draw pictures, and make you little gifts/crafts to show just how much he loves you and how thankful he is for you. trevor and jamie (mostly jamie) will make breakfast in bed for you that all four of you get to enjoy together.

it was a lot to process at first, bringing a baby into your not-so-traditional relationship, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

your baby boy has the best parents.

[sobersonder]

Animal Crossing AU

I was thinking to call this AU "Less of a Nook, Double the Crooks" where the main thing is Tom Nook and Redd's beef never happened and Tom eventually became just like Redd. The two owns a shop in the black market together. Nothing matters to them except for bells and their loyalty to eachother. And yes, the tanuki and the fox still fight like an old married couple.

Due to this, Tom never adopted Timmy and Tommy. The twins were adopted by the Able Sisters instead. (Will be explaining further down below.)

Lyle was still once an insurance scammer who worked with the kitsune and tanuki duo but now owns the Happy Home Academy by himself. Without Tom, there is now a deadline/due day of rent, everyday of each playthrough [the player] needs to pay 15k bells.

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Additional Fun Facts:

⚜️ Sable didn't liked the idea of adopting the two tanukis since they remind her of Tom so much and she knows they'll struggle to feed more mouths in one roof, but Mable kept insisting.

⚜️ Timmy and Tommy would still have the shop called "Nukkling Junction". The spelling is changed because of not being adopted by Tom.

⚜️ Timmy and Tommy, fell asleep on a fruit truck when they were desperate to find food in the city that went into Tom's home town.

⚜️ Redd tried to scam Brewster, failed because of Blathers... And then Tom successfully scammed Blathers (The quote "If a kitsune has 7 tricks, a tanuki has 8" is very much prevalent.)

⚜️ Tom does sell furniture.

➥ The trick here is that occasionally you would receive fake furniture that would be just a pile of leaves. You'd only know if the item is fake by placing it in your house, leave the room where you put it, then go back to see the said pile of leaves.

➥ I still have a few ideas but those are still uncertain.

⚜️ I do headcanon that Joan is Tom's parental figure (I'm a Wild World user lmao). And when Joan saw what Tom had become she was devastated and disappointed! She very much blames Redd on this one

Edit:

⚜️ Pugsly is the one who will replace Tom Nook in the Resident Services. He will be there along side his sister because I want to give him the love that he deserves.

⚜️ Timmy and Tommy are older than their classic counter parts, they're around their teen years so to say. Even though their ages were not specified, their appearance would have some differences like they would be more taller, a little more chubbier since modern depiction of the tanuki yokai are usually fat (but hey, this is my hc for them!), etc.

⚜️ Tom does not know for the life of him to remember which is which with Timmy and Tommy. He kept confusing one over the other.

⚜️ Though, the twins still crave to have a parent figure that's the same species as them, they're still overall grateful for the Able Sisters taking them in

⚜️ Redd and Tom have the biggest beef with Lyle and to me it would just be so funny. Iykyk

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{Note: I don't really know if this AU has already been done with all of these concepts. This is just made for fun but if the name has been taken already, then I'm willing to change it :]]. If there's an AU similar to this, please send it to me because I wanna see it because I'm starving for more AC content. Again, this is just for fun I'd kill myself from cringe if I accidentally mischaracterized them 😭}

{I'll add more info if I remember or thought of!}

[whentherewerebicycles]

okay well I don’t know what’s going on but I am really hitting a mental and physical wall this week. I suspect it has to do with the fact that last week he suddenly stopped napping well and, by some strange coincidence, became 1000x fussier in the afternoons and evenings. here is how it is affecting me:

I am so… so tired

I am having trouble thinking especially when he’s been fussing for like three straight hours and my brain has just switched off as some kind of a self-protective mechanism

I am struggling to make decisions about how to handle the fussiness because so tired and also because I don’t really understand what’s going on with him or how to soothe him

I’m getting behind on student work because I no longer have consistent nap windows in which to work during the day

I’m soooo much snappier and more irritable with the dogs especially… like I know they’re understimulated and under-walked right now and that’s why they’re barking so much more and I know I gotta address the root causes instead of getting angry with them for reacting in a very normal way to feeling stir crazy. but also sometimes when they wake the boy up from one of his suddenly rare naps or otherwise elevate the noise level in the house I am like I NEED you to shut up. I love you so much and I know it’s my fault you’re bored but I NEED the noise to stop.

I am not eating well because the fussing often starts around lunch time and I just lose track of where I am in the day and forget to eat. and then by the time I remember it’s too late to do anything but microwave something fast and kinda shitty

I cannot change the fussiness. he is having some big sleep changes and maybe a growth spurt or maybe he is just more alert to the world now and it’s harder to chill out. I pray that it is just a phase we are going through (where is my sweet chill baby of just a week ago) and I will also remind myself that so many things are going well. but what can I do to make this period more survivable for myself.

try to go to bed by 9:15 every night to maximize the sleep I’m getting even if it’s fragmented sleep (hopefully that won’t last much longer as he adjusts to not being in the swaddle)

consider asking his sitter to come a third day in the week for a while. use that time to catch up on student work (so I feel less behind and don’t have that additional layer of stress) but also use it to walk the dogs, cook, etc. and tend to other needs. I’m stressed about doing this because money 🫠 but I really need it and I also really need a break when he’s at peak fussiness levels.

scale back again. when I was feeling most overwhelmed before (around 6 weeks? idk it’s all a fever dream) I just focused on really, really scaling back the activities and outings so I could focus on feeding him and getting him to take good naps. I think I am trying to do too much now and I need to give myself permission to say no to things more and to consider the day a win if I just take care of the basics.

put headphones in when he’s fussing. I really need to stop feeling guilty about this and just do it. I will be so much better equipped to soothe/rock/bounce him if I’m not also listening to the nonstop lowgrade crying. it will not hurt him if I don’t listen to the crying. I can tend to his needs without listening to the crying.

try to give myself some grace. I cried a bunch tonight because he was so so tough to deal with this evening and I was feeling so maxed out. but then I was lying on my bed with him propped up against my legs facing me and he started playing his favorite “game” where he puts his feet in his little footie pajamas all over my face and chortles delightedly at my pretend-outraged reaction and it was soooo sweet and I was just like I love you so much 😭 I wish you felt better this week because then I would feel better too and more capable of being present with you. I feel like when he’s fussing soooo much it’s just so hard for us to have those sweet silly connections because we’re both so miserable and neither of us knows how to fix it. it’s tough! it’s tough. but we will get through this and I absolutely refuse to have any “am I a bad parent???” angsty feelings about this. I am a great parent and I am doing the best I can coping with this very challenging week. I cannot soothe him very well because he has a lot going on inside of him right now but I can make him laugh really hard by letting him put his little feet all over my face and that means I gave him at least one small moment of joy today. it’s enough! it’s enough. we will weather this.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

how would difh family dinners and gatherings be like? i can imagine that oc would be constantly tensed around jungkook, who will be playing games with her mind every now and then, while her husband and mother-in-law will be oblivious, happily spending time with the children?

does oc also get tensed whenever the children hug jungkook or want to be carried by him? she probably hates it.

Sorry this took so long but I made it a bit longer to make up for it 😭 I hope you enjoy!

p.s. not edited sorryyyyy

(Also if you're the same person that sent the other similar ask I'm planning on doing another family dinner scene later so I'll hold onto that ask 💜)

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"Good boy, look at you!" I coo at my son as I feed him his first bite of mashed potatoes. "Is this his first time trying something like this?" my mother in law asks. "We've been trying new foods like oatmeal and apple sauce and they went fine so we figured it was time to try something new" my husband says as he wipes the various foods off of my daughter's face since she's made quiet the mess of herself as well.

"Look like our little man is really hungry tonight huh?" Jungkook coos. I fucking swear this man is just trying to get on my nerves. "Yeah I guess he is" I laugh half heartedly and as soon as I turn my vision back to my husband our son throws up on himself and seconds later I can see that he also needs a diaper change. "Aww sweetie it's okay, thank you for trying bubu" I say to him, cleaning off his face.

I start to stand up to go change him but my husband scoops him up before I can. "It's okay baby, relax and enjoy your dinner. I'll take care of the children" He says giving me a sweet smile and planting a kiss on my lips and then one on top of my head before taking both my son and daughter into the other room to clean up a little. 

"Looks like he's not there yet" Jungkook says with a sickeningly sweet smile that I know is used to just tick me off. He gets like this when my husband shows me any ounce of affection and I absolutely despise it. 

"There's no harm in trying though right dear?" my mother in law says, trying to diffuse the situation before it even starts. "Right" I say turning to give her a genuine smile. It pains me that I've done so much to hurt this family but I feel as though she almost knows what I'm going through and somehow she finds it in herself to understand. 

I will never be able to repay the kindness I've received from her for the rest of my life but I will be thankful for it as long as I have it. 

Just as I'm bringing my attention back to my food I feel one of Jungkook's legs rub up against mine, continuing to find ways to make me even more uncomfortable. I hate having family dinners with him and I tend to avoid them at all costs but somehow I still end up seated right next to him. 

I clear my throat and push up against it in an effort to push him away but that only leaves him wanting to do it some more. It seems as though he was able to slip his shoe off and is languidly tracing his foot up and down my calf while his posture above the table shows as though he is sitting completely still. 

I clear my throat as a way to scold him and asking him to stop but he only smiles over his glass while he takes a drink of wine. "Dear would you mind grabbing another bottle of wine for us please?" Jungkook asks me and I take that opportunity right away and stand up immediately to get myself away from his teasing. 

"Sure, which one would you like me to get?" I ask, waiting for instructions so I can head off to the wine cellar to take a breather on my own and calm my nervous heart rate. "Can you get another one of the same one that we've been drinking already?" he asks and I smile slightly and nod my head, playing nice in front of my mother in law. 

"Honey those are a bit more difficult to find don't you think? Why don't I go down and grab it?" she suggests and starts to stand up. "No that's okay, I'm sure I can find it" I say placing a hand on her arm in reassurance and I scurry off to the wine cellar on the far side of the house, glad I can get away from him.

Walking down the steps and take a look around and I realize that I actually didn't take the time to look at the bottle that we had been drinking from. "Shit" I mutter under my breath maybe I should text my husband and ask him to send me a picture? He's busy with the children though so I wouldn't want to bother him with another task. I decide to just retrace my steps and head back upstairs and take another look at it and come back down. Sure I'll be a bit embarrassed but it'll be a lot better than sending Jungkook a text and asking him for help. 

As soon as I try to turn away from the shelves I feel myself being trapped up against them. "What are you doing?" I ask, breathless from being caught off guard. "I'm helping you find it angel, figured you could use some help" he says tracing his lips up my neck and resting on the shell of my ear. 

"If you want it so bad then why don’t you get it yourself" I say and try my best to slip out of his hold but he knows exactly how to keep me from leaving. "Let me help you. You wouldn't want to make too much noise down here now would you? Someone might hear" he say with an arm now holding me close with my ass rubbing up against his growing bulge. 

"You're disgusting" I say, trying to remove his arm but he just presses me up against the shelves to keep me still. "You should've known not to wear a dress like that, you were just begging for me to fuck you as soon as you walked in" he says grinding into me harder and running his hand up the slit in my dress, stirring up a burning sensation that is sent straight to my core. 

"Jungkook stop it, this isn't funny" I say trying to use the shelves as a way to push off to get away from him. "Really? Because I think it's hilarious with all the cute faces you're making at me. Aw look at that" he coos, taunting me and my efforts of breaking free. 

"Honey can you come here? I need help with the baby" my husband calls for me and thankfully Jungkook let's up his hold and it gives me a chance to slip out of his grasp. "Coming" I yell and hurry to make my way out. "You'll be telling me that soon angel don't you worry about that. I'll have my turn" he taunts and I glare at him before scoffing and running up the stairs, getting as far away from him as possible and make my way over to take care of my baby. 

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Once this dinner from hell (from my perspective only) is finally over we all head over to the front door to get our coats on and head out. "Come here baby let's put your jacket on we've gotta go" I call after my daughter who is absorbed in a conversation with Jungkook "No I wanna stay with grandpa" she says as she clings to his leg. 

"You'll see him again soon now come on let's go" I say and take a few steps towards them "Listen to your mommy baby I'll see you again soon" he says prying her off of him. She lets go and grants him with the biggest teary eyes and pretty little pout and his heart melts. "Come here one last hug and then you've gotta go bye bye" he says pulling her in close and she cuddles him before he lets her go. 

I can't help but smile at them. It's in these moments that I'm actually surprised and touched at how good of a father Jungkook might've been if he wasn't the kind of man that he is behind closed doors. Why does he have to be so cruel to me but so loving and gentle with our daughter. 

"Okay come on baby let's go" I say and Jungkook holds out his hand, asking for her coat so he can put it on and I comply but he doesn't waste the opportunity to brush his fingers along mine leaving me yanking my hand away and bursting the bubble that had been building around us. 

"Okay baby say goodbye to grandma and grandpa" I say and she gives them both one last hug and kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye dear" Mrs. Jeon says and comes up to give me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as well which I accept warmly but when Jungkook goes to do the same my whole body stiffens and he makes it a point to kiss the cheek facing opposite of everyone else and gets dangerously close to kissing my lips in front of everyone which are thankfully busy getting everything out the door. 

"Bye angel" he whispers in my ear in a tone dripping with seduction. "I'll be seeing you again soon" he continues making sure I know that he plans to keep that promise leaving me turning and taking hold of my daughter's hand and rushing out the door without another word. 

My daughter turns around as we're walking away and gives her grandparent's one last sad wave goodbye. Mrs. Jeon returns the wave as well as Jungkook but instead of looking at her he sets his heated gaze to watch me walk away and I can feel his eyes tracing my form even more with every step I take to get away from them. 

"Mommy I wanna go back to Grandpa's house soon" my daughter says with her glassy galaxy filled eyes, doing her best not to cry. "Oh I know honey, soon okay?" I say and she nods her head and her whole demeanor droops slightly. 

"Hey" my husband calls and I bring my eyes towards him. "Is everything okay?" he asks with his brows pinched together in worry. "Yeah why wouldn't they be?" I ask, feeling guilty keeping my struggles away from him. "No reason" he says and gives me a sad smile that I return and give him a quick peck on the lips and then he sits back upright and starts to pull out of the driveway and I take a quick glance back at my daughter and I can see that she's already starting to doze off. 

I wish she wasn't so attached to Jungkook but there's nothing that I can really do. He is her father after all. 

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[k-s-morgan]

I heard news about a snowstorm in Ukraine that caused several deaths, and I was so worried for you. Are you okay, Morgan? Is your family safe? Are things calming down there? I keep checking for news that announces the end of this war, and it's disheartening to see that it never arrives. I can't imagine what it must be like to live through this. Is there anything we can do for you? Do you need somewhere to take refuge outside the country? Is the money you receive from your job sufficient for you and your family to live comfortably? I always check the updates you post, and it's admirable that these horrible events haven't changed the golden heart you have, you are a wonderful person and you don't deserve any of what is happening, I hate that I can't do anything to stop it this war, but whatever I can do for you I will.

please be safe, please keep fighting.

Another ask: Hey, I hope you're just busy but please give us some sign that you're okay, please. I'm worried

Another ask: Katrin, you are okay??

Another ask: You okay??

Another ask: How are you going?? Is everything already? Please asnwer 😭

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Hi! Thank you all, you wonderful anons (and my lovely first anon, I'll respond to your questions further down in this reply). I'm so touched that you've been thinking about me! There was indeed a serious snowstorm that caused some deaths, but I'm fine: honestly, I'm such a hopeless stay-at-home introvert that I usually leave only for short trips to the shop and to feed pigeons & stray cats. So I meet most storms safely tucked in my bed))

It's all right now, though everything is still covered in snow. If there is snow where you are, too, and you see miserable pigeons or other birds around, please feed them if possible! They rely on us entirely during winters. Some grain would be ideal.

I was hoping to make a monthly post, but my tight work schedule + migraines ruined these plans, so I decided to give up on it. Russians haven't attacked my city again yet after that the most massive attack by drones. I'm pretty sure it is coming, though, especially on holidays. They tried to tun our last New Year into hell on purpose by sending missiles during the day, killing people, and then sending drones at night. I worry that this year might be even worse, but I've been teaching myself to live in the present and enjoy peace while I still have it, so I manage to keep my fears at bay.

First anon, thank you so much for your kindness! I have places where I could go and stay beyond Ukraine, but for the next year at the least, I intend to keep holding on because I can't leave without my family (and the bigger half of my family is not allowed to leave legally yet). If Russian attacks get completely unbearable, I might go to Poland to my relatives for a month or two just to unwind and to repair my sanity a bit.

As for the money, I'm doing more or less okay, and people who keep supporting me on Patreon help me to stay afloat. I have some debts, but they are under control - I owe the bank $300, which is 1/3 of my monthly salary, so I'm capable of paying it back little by little. The situation is not ideal, but nothing to worry about.

Like many Ukrainians at the moment, I feel burned out regarding the war. There are many amazing, kind people in this world, and our soldiers are absolute heroes who deserve all respect in the world, but those with power to make decisions like money way too much. It's an unfortunate fact that has been making people all over the world suffer generations after generations. Many US, European, and Chinese companies continue to help Russia manufacture its missiles and other things they use to kill us. The help Ukraine gets is enough to let us survive but not enough to let us win. Those who can make money on it eagerly grab the chance, including some members of our own government. I'd like to be optimistic, but I really don't see a scenario that would end with justice. It's very difficult to accept the fact that terrorists and murderers won't be punished - on the contrary, many of them will continue to live in luxury, unable to imagine what an explosion even sounds like, until the day they die. But like I said before, it is what it is. The world is full of bitter examples like this.

Thank you for being with me and supporting me, reading my stories and sending your asks. I hope to end this month with posting two chapters for my two stories. My second job comes to an end December 15, and hopefully, I'll get a chance to really dive into writing after this!

[toxicanonymity]

Say, if Carter had someone caught his interest (me? Jkjkjk haha unless?)

Would Joel allow it? Or is that a slippery slope to all the guys having wives? I doubt this Joel wants a mini commune esp is the other guys start getting their girls pregnant

Idk I’m just thinking rn 😂 I’ve taken things a different path myself so it’s so fun to see how different universes go

Raider Master | About Carter | ✨He's only human Yeah, Carter is the only man Joel trusts with you, and if Carter had someone of his own, he could have different priorities and loyalties, might not take as many risks to protect you, etc. So in principle, Joel wouldn't like the idea of Carter having someone.

In general, like you suggested, Joel also doesn't like the idea of distractions, more mouths to feed, complications finding different shelter if needed, etc. And yes. God forbid pregnancy 😵‍💫.

But this is all in principle. In principle Joel didn't think he should have one either. . . He just happened to acquire you, oops. He's the boss, so it flies, but this is still to say how Joel feels in principle isn't always how things work out 👀. Circumstances can change, the group can change, etc.

Meanwhile, Joel would be happy for Carter to get some casual ass. Here's a little snippet.

"Bet ya could handle anything that comes over that hill," she purrs at Joel. Your eyes are glued to her, and Carter’s are too. . . Joel looks at you as he answers, "Carter could handle'em, too,” with a nod toward Carter.

Idk if I like the odds of this one long term 😭 but at least Joel is a bro.

[am-i-even-really-heree]

okkkkk so Im not looking for like an ana coach exactly but maybe something similar?

to be clear I AM NOT LOOKING FOR A DOM

I just want someone to share my calorie intake with at the end of the day, my plans for the next day, give me praise/ encouragement when I'm lower than my budget, tell me gently to do better if I get to close to/ over my budget, and give me honest feed back about my intake (tell me when I ate too much, give me encouragement to do better, call me out when I'm slacking/ not doing enough)

I don't want someone who's gonna bully me the way I bully myself, just someone to hold me accountable. I feel like I disappoint myself all the time so for the past five days when I've went over my budget it didnt feel like anything new. anything too bad. I really just need someone to hold me accountable but like in a friend way? idk how to describe it, I do not want this to be sexual, don't be too harsh, I WILL NOT SEND BODY CHECKS, I mostly want someone who will talk me out of eating when I have the urge to do it unnecessarily

rules? guidelines? idk 😭

THIS IS NOT SEXUAL. anyone looking for a Dom/ sub dynamic, your not gonna get that here, and that is a very strict and firm boundary. you will be blocked if u make things sexual

I'll tell you outright when I want meanspo but don't give it if I don't ask for it. too much just discourages me

I want someone to talk me out of eating in an encouraging way ("youve been doing so good today, why ruin it?" etc.)

maybe share thinspø? not too sure about that one yet

def wanna share tips tho

like I said before no body checks

I have to eat at least 300 calories a day/ 2-3 times a day cuz parents -_- (1 light breakfast, 1 "proper" dinner {proper is a loose term here sometimes I can get away with less and sometimes I can't yk} and a lunch if I'm not feeling well/ my body needs it)

I have to eat enough so that I'm not throwing up/ passing out at work

I can't purge (also cuz parents)

I want someone I have to notify when and what I'm eating

maybe someone to share my meal plans with idk tho cuz my meal plans are not firm and there is room for change but I do like to stick to around the same number as what's planned and I don't always plan what I'm eating in advance so we'll see

ummmm idrk how to put this but I don't want it to be a mutual thing? I'm not really comfortable giving other ppl the feedback I'm asking for

I'll share my steps/ burned calories if I tracked it but I usually dont

I'll add any if I think of more/ tell you as it comes up what I like and don't like

listen, I don't like the idea of an ana coach 😭 I think the concept is fucked up but like I feel like it's what I need to stay in track right now

I AM PRO RECOVERY!!!!

anywayyy dm me if ur interested?

[kemalamalam]

RULES: post 5 songs associated with your OCs and 4 outfits they'd wear

i saw @bhaalsdeepbat doing the tag game and i wanna make one too i hope you dont mind 👉👈

huehuehue this is Chevrotain, my durge bard

they got fucking wormed half way through the game and became hard to look at so i changed their hair then they look half-decent (not as good looking as the default but still)

im gonna be sorta infodumping about their lore bc im insane for them

1. Bloody! Bloody! - Junie & TheHutFriends

so in my canon Chevrotain isnt the dark urge like the origin character but another bhaalspawn, theyre still a bhaalspawn though so their gameplay is still a durge playthrough and this song is so accurate to durge's storyline?? like

Ain't it funny how I scare myself sometimes

..You take his hand quite literally..

..I probably shouldn't have said that..

They said, the lady in red / Bloody! Bloody!

Durge being literally shocked at kicking the squirrel involuntarily?? / the Gale incident / durge saying freakish shit most of the time / literally Orin

this song is my number one go to when i think of Chevrotain 😭

2. Abbey - Mitski

i mentioned that Chevrotain is a cannibal 🥺 its funny bc they dont have any sense of taste, they also have a huge identity crisis thanks to Bhaal whispering to them on their "role" and they whole "you were created bc blah blah blah"

I am hungry I have been hungry I was born hungry What do I need? I am something I have been something I was born something What could I be?

the theme i like to go with them is "starvation", like being starved of fatherly love from Bhaal, being starved of their own identity, being starved of their own mind, being starved of a home.. so this song fits into it SO PERFECTLY

3. Our Word - 36 Questions, Jessie Shelton

GAH this song is so cool from the coolest musical i know (i only know like 6 musicals 🙃), its literally a musical podcast?? so cool.

anyways Chevrotain is a bard right, they usually manipulate people with their words, a lot of deception and persuasion bonuses, so they are a very deceitful and as a result they are a very distrusting person.

the song is about a girl who was raised to be a compulsive liar - when she accidentally broke her dad's ship in a bottle - her mom told her to lie to get out of trouble and it worked, so she kept lying and lying and lying to get herself out of situations.

the song ends with a near death experience, but all she can think in her dying moments is how her parents are going to lie about her existence just to avoid the hassle of dealing with her death.

And it's our word Yes, our word It's our word Yes, our word Against theirs

the thing about Chevrotain is that they cannot trust easily - and what they fear the most is that theyd be tricked the same way theyve been tricking others - its a constant for them and this song embodies it perfectly (･ω･)b

4. Animal Cannibal - Possibly in Michigan, Karen Skladany

haha cannibal mention

iconic song tbh, this one isnt as intricately tied to Chevrotain's character quirks in my mind as the others and its more of their whole vibe and sthick

Who knows how some people turn to strange ones Is it up to me to make them into dead ones? (Here we go again) I bite at the hand that feeds me Slap at the face that eats me Some kind of animal cannibal (Animal? Cannibal)

the tricking people into thinking theyre an unassuming bard even though theyre an experienced necromancer

and that they rebel against Bhaal pretty aggressively (well, as aggressive as you can when youre going against your literal God father without being punished by death 💀) such as never calling Bhaal as "father" pre-amnesia

5. The Milk Carton - Madilyn Mei

have i ever mentioned here that Chevrotain fell into the Feywild when they were around 9?

they were following a grinning cat named 'Alice Alice van Malice' who later became their guardian because fucking Ethel spotted baby Tain, took them in bc she realize that a bhaalspawn would make a strong hagspawn, since Alice didnt want to be responsible for a horrific fate of a child he decided to keep watch of them 😭

so this song is more to baby Tain's perspective, that they are now living in a stinky swamp in the Feywild and sleeping on a cold slab of stone instead of the cozy foster home they were in before..

I think I really miss my bed Oh when, oh when will the nightmare end? I had it good, I had it good And yet I left and can't retrace my steps Think I forgot a couple things My brain is still at home (Stop telling me all about your problems)

..but hey, at least theyre not dead!

Outfits/Style

Chevrotain's style is called classy and youthful in the DnD universe and timeline, but in todays world we call it grandmacore ❤

ok well it has a prince-like flare to it, the embroidery would be all silver bc one thing about Chevrotain is that theyre good at commiting to the bit, also the clothes beinf airy, flowy and puffy is important bc they dont like their clothes being skin tight bc they get uncomfortable easy.

its all billowy blouse + black pants combo bc its a classic and i love it SO MUCH, i eat this combo all the time everytime

im too shy to tag anyone else for this akdnsjnd anyone who wants to join in from seeing this post.. please tag me in it bc im nosy and i want to see ur Tav/Durge :3

[goneahead]

Writer 20 Questions

I was tagged by @stephmcx and @itwoodbeprefect back when trilobites roamed the earth. Um, sorry?

How many works do you have on A03? Actually, I’m mostly on Dreamwidth so:

Dreamwidth ~150 fics

AO3 is 59 fics

What's your total AO3 word count?

DW is 1,012,997

A03 is 404,628

note: I don’t keep an exact track of my separate poetry journal but there are 947 poems—so I am guessing that’s another 75,000 words😁

What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Steve and Danny from Hawaii Five-0 have stolen both my heart and my muse!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

* Care and Feeding of a SuperSEAL

* Trusses of my Heart

* A Bodyguard for Christmas

* The Long Road Home (Broken Road on DW)

* Five Times Steve was an Idiot, but Danny Kissed Him Anyway

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do respond to comments, but in a completely random and haphazard way because I am incable of being organized😂

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? My H50 comment fic ‘Anger’ is definitely my most angsty ending. And yes, it’s yet another fic I need to cross-post to A03…

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It’s a toss up between Care and Feeding and Bodyguard. I love happy ever afters!

Do you get hate on fics? Not on my fics per se, but I called out some people who were bullying a friend of mine in another fandom—and they decided to repost all my fics on other sites to punish me for speaking up. So, now all my fic is on Dreamwidth and friend-locked. I am slowly cross-post H50 fic to A03, but I doubt I will ever cross-post fic from that other fandom.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I will write sex if its necessary for the story, but porn is definitely one of my weak spots as a writer.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Occaisonally. I wrote an Addams FamilyxAvengers that was very short and very silly😂

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, many. At least I am really good at writing DMCA letters now?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, but I had few pod-ficced ages and ages ago.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I used to co-write regularly, but my co-writers all got super busy😭

What's your all-time favorite ship? I think McDanno has ruined me for all other ships.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have a X-MenxSupernatural fic that my co-writer had to abandon.

What are your writing strengths?I love to world build and have been told my AUs are very believable. Even when I do really crazy stuff, like **checks notes** space spiders.😁

What are your writing weaknesses? Writing sex scenes. Definitely.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

In general, I think writers are still working out how to write fanfic that is easy to read on mobile screens. For example, long paragraphs and conversations between more than three people are sooo much harder to read on a mobile phone.

Heck, I’ve even stopped using italics for dream sequences/flashbacks because it’s just not readable on a small screen. And then there’s coding. **Sigh** Dreamwidth has updated their coding and now I really need to reformat my entire journal because the changed have made my older fanfic much harder to read.

So when it comes to different languages or dialects, I try to come up with something that will make it easier for my readers, instead of relying on the ‘proper’ way to do things. I don’t know if I’m always successful, but I at least make a stab at it. And since I have a fic I’m currently rewriting that has 13 different languages in it, I definitely spend more time than I want to admit thinking about this problem! 🥵🤪

First fandom you wrote for? Duran Duran bandom. Yes, I just dated myself😂😂😂

Favorite fic you've ever written? My fic with the most kudos is Care and Feeding of a Super SEAL. The fic that people are still dming me about is So Let Me Set Your Battlements On Fire over on dreamwidth.

Tagging @cowandcalf @actingcamplibrarian @stellagioia @redgoldblue @bennyokelly and anybody else who wants to play!

[galaxymagick]

bg3 playthrough🏹

my lovely ranger (1 rogue 1 wizard - might change) tav draven is out with: his love, astarion, bestie shadowheart, and wyll. gale went back to camp for some ... alone time.. we’re on the trail of the hag, and missing child, and just walking from the beach to the barracks and to the blushing mermaid

I’m laughing at the banter with wyll there, the teasing, grossing wyll out, and just plain making fun of him. also, not shadowheart and astarion ever so flirting with each other, him teasing her about who'd he bite when asked who he'd feed on if he had free rein, her making out she doesn't care by his response .. like don't mind me, go ahead you two.

there’s a few more but it wouldn’t fit in a 10min video

(i'm so proud of myself being able to somewhat remember where i'm going esp essentially walking backwards from my perspective)

not me running when hearing from those magic users in front of sorcerous sundries ... they're so louuuddd. I may have to make some more of the loud ones disappear. i need a option to reduce npc banter separately from companion as some of them are too loud

I’ve been making an effort to take wyll out more, well i say more that's a lie this is the first time he's been out with us this play through 😭 even tho his approval is at exceptional lol howwww. I just haven’t really warmed up to him. I don’t hate him I’m just eh about him, still.

its not as smooth framed as some, and it can drop from time to time, but to say my gtx 1050 (2gb) i5-9400F 32gb ram (was 8gb) is definitely old, it's held up well

i had it at lower settings before but since i upgraded from 8 to 32gb this year it helped. i'm able to play and that's all that matters to me.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

not about the character’s specifically, but I love hearing your thoughts on the movie as a whole SO is there anything you would take out or add for 2017’s? or is there anything you wish was expanded on/shown more? anything you wish might’ve happened differently?

ahh yeah!! now of course, generally, i wish it could be even longer. more scenes of them falling in love but even more moments after the curse is lifted. there’s so little time to see adam in human form 😭 i would KILL for just like. one quiet moment, one little conversation. but that’s what my ao3 is for, right?🥲 it also just in general makes it harder for me to picture him when i write. which is why i’m trying to watch all of dan stevens movies. need to memorize that boy’s FACE.

i do really love the canon and content that it gives so so much, but i guess, if i had to say, one tiny little thing i wish i could change was how old belle was when her mother died. like it’s fine if they wanna make it tragic and not have her remember her, but she could’ve been like a baby toddler!! i mostly wish this for two reasons:

so maria could’ve known her baby girl just a little more🥺 could’ve seen her take her first steps, heard her say mama 😭 OUGH. i think belle was only about three months old when maria died and that’s just so not enough :(

logistically (and probably no one is thinking about this but me) it makes maurice raising her alone slightly more complicated because at THAT tiny young age, belle would’ve needed a wet nurse of some kind! it’s the 18th century!! there’s no baby formula!!!

but i work that out in my own way: maurice muddles through with giving her cow’s milk on their journey from paris, but when he gets to the village he does meet a kind woman (named rosemary) who sees how much maurice is struggling and sees how weak the baby has become and OFFERS to feed her until she can eat other things. maurice is terribly grateful but also tells her he has hardly anything to pay her. but rosemary promises she’s just happy she could be there for the child. she had her own children but the eldest could look after the younger ones while rosemary tended to belle. her presence is truly a blessing and despite how much maurice is struggling (mentally and financially), she brings a bit of peace in his present stormy life.

and as for rosemary, i think she lives in the village for the first few years of belle’s life, also sort of being her babysitter when maurice does farming work (rosemary’s children adored getting to know little baby belle)

(and not to get too dark here but i do think, in his sadness, maurice sort of considers letting them take belle and raising her as their own. he never says anything to them, but he just feels so lost without maria, and this is exactly what he wanted for belle: a large, loving family. he’s devastated he can never give her that. and he does confess this to père robert, who in turn convinces him that what belle deserves is to be with her own father. that she’s already lost her mother and doesn’t need to lose any more of her own family. so🥲 she of course stays with her beloved papa.)

when belle is around three, rosemary’s family moves back to lyon. (they were hiding out in villeneuve due to the plague). for a while, maurice writes to her every now and then to tell her how belle is doing, and rosemary replies with her own life events, but eventually the correspondence falls to the wayside and their lives grow in separate directions. i like to think, though, that some day, when belle is queen, her and maurice travel to lyon to find rosemary - so belle can personally thank her for everything she did.

SO. don’t worry, writers of batb 2017, i worked it out myself!!!!!! you wish you had my galaxy brain!!!! but all i’m saying is it would’ve been just a bit simpler (and a bit nicer for maria’s sake) if belle had been just That much older. still young enough to not remember, but old enough that maurice could’ve more successfully cared for her on his own. but! i like my little story with rosemary, so we make it work. and i think maurice would’ve had the same dark thoughts of giving her away, even if rosemary hadn’t been nursing her. he had just already felt so unworthy of his beloved family, maria was his saving grace! so carrying on in life without her just genuinely seemed impossible.

other than that (and that really IS a tiny thing, despite how much i just rambled about it) i really don’t have any complaints. obviously i’d always love more of my little sillies falling in love, (no i do not mean i want a sequel - i just wish the movie was like 5 hours long) but that’s what fic is for babey!!! and i’m eternally grateful for all the added scenes, lore, and content that it gives. here’s to my beloved film that really and truly makes me insane💙💛