#Jolly Rolly

[felixwylde]

Mmm Saucy

What have you been working on? I’ve been tinkering with this thing called “bumboles,” a jolly good new bowling game, a bit like English lawn bowls, but with a dash of dogging thrown in for fun. What do you reckon, is it quirky enough for your fancy?

[shelbgrey]

✨POOKIE✨ can you conjure up a fic of the very lovely very handsome very shrexy lip biting man also known as Killian Jones? Get that steamy boat time in his bedroom on the Rolly Joger. He’s a pirate so…😳🫣give that man some rope cause he knows how to tie a knot alright😏 also get that bed tapping. He got accent…a hot as hell accent, get it all deep and raspy then you can sign me the hell up. Man can hook me in numerous ways, I’d thank him🫢😳😏

Smut fic with Killan Jones

Paring: Killian Jones x reader

Summary: Smut with captian hook

Warrings: SMUT, gn!reader, bondage, Dirty talk?, desk sex, unprotected sex, rough-ish sex?, getting it from behind.

MasterList

“what should we do with them Capitan?” a crew member grunted as the 'trespasser' wiggled and struggled in the grasp of the pirate's grasp. Y/n fought, kicking and clawing at the dirty man, and no matter how much it hurt the man he didn't let go.

“take our prisoner to my chambers, then I'll decide what I should do with them” Killian commanded.

The pirate nodded and dragged y/n down to the lower part of the jolly Roger, he tossed y/n into Killian's private part of the ship and grabed some rope. Before they could get to far the pirate forced y/n's arms behind their back and tied their wrist together. Y/n snatched their arms out of his grasp and tired to make a run for it. The pirate just snarled and pushed them back it on the room, locking it so they couldn't escape. Moments later the sounds of boots aproching the room filled their ears. Y/n perked up and tired to think of an escape plane quickly, before the plan could be formed the door flew open revealing a tall handsom pirate with blue eyes and black hair. Y/n looked down at this left hand, It was a hook. They now knew who's ship they were on.

He had a wicked grin as he walked towards y/n. His muscular form, encased in leather armor. He had a look of power in his eyes. “I usually don’t allow trespassers to live, but you’re quite beautiful”

Y/n's had nothing but fire in their eyes, staring at the pirate. They showed no fear. “Whatever you're gonna do, might as well do it… On Second thought why don't you just kill me and get it over with”

Killian leans in, whispering menacingly against their neck sending shivers down their spine. “I can think of a few ways you can convince me to let you live”

Y/n stepped back, standing their ground. The pirate's gaze was intimidating, but they didn't let it show how much it affected them. Y/n stepped back till their body hit a table with a large map on it. Y/n's hands had been tied behind their back from when the crew abducted them, y/n had barely kept their balance when she was bound then thrown in the small room.

Killian chuckled darkly when he saw the daring look in y/n's eyes. Y/n stood their ground watching his every move. Killian moved closer, leaving very little room between them. He had a devilish grin as he stared down at his prisoner. He reached out and ran the side of his hook down y/n’s cheek, tracing the line of their jaw. The metal was cold and intimidating “you've got fire…”

Y/n's heart pounded when the hook that replaced his hand ran cold down their cheek. Y/n had heard too many stories about that hook. They leaned back further against the table, keeping their eyes stony, staring into his eyes. “if your looking for gold I don't have it, I have nothing to offer you”

Killian let out a dark chuckle at y/n's comment, he stepped closer still so that his body was pressed against theirs. His free hand slid around their waist, his rings felt cold against their skin. He pulled y/n's body flush against him. I think we can come to an arrangement…”

“And what is that?” y/n asked, not amused.

Y/n shivered as his hook trailed up their thigh, the metal was cold against the hot skin of their inner thigh. “What do you want, Capitan?”

“I think you know what I want…” Killian chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against their neck, nipping at y/n’s skin, leaving marks. Their cheeks became crimson and their heart raced when his lips and the scruff of his beard brushed against the sensitive skin.

Y/n bit their lip, trying not to show the effect the pirate had on them, Killian grinned at the resistance they had. his eyes were darkening with desire when he stared at them. He ran his free hand through y/n's hair, pulling their head back slightly to expose their neck further. “It seems like you're already starting to fall under my spell…”

“You wish…” Y/n argued back, lying to both him and themself. Their heart was pounding and if their hands weren't still tied, y/n knew deep down they'd be grabbing for any part of him or that leather coat they could reach.

Killian chuckled darkly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on y/n’s neck. He pressed the curved end of his hook against the middle of their collarbone and slowly trailed it down their chest then slipped between their legs. Y/n's breath hitched as he rubbed slow circles against their clothed sex through the thin fabric of their pants. “if you want me to stop I will, you have my word… If not there's no turning back”

y/n shuttered and quickly nodded, their mind working over time and was too cought up in the moment to form a proper awnser. Killian's grin widened as he saw the submission in y/n’s eyes. He leaned in, his lips claiming their's in a fierce kiss that left them breathless. Y/n lost balance momentarily, but the desk that was behind them didn't let the fall happen.

Killian pulled away from their lips, whispering as he stared into their eyes. his hand slipping under their shirt to rub against their bare skin, the cold rings that were wrapped around his fingers made y/n shiver. “turn around, bend over the desk.” He nipped at their bottom lip, demanding there obedience.

y/n didn't understand why they responded so quickly. They leaned forward and pressed a quick soft kiss against his lips before submitting to his command and bending over his desk, her ass and tied wrists now pointing towrds him.

Killian smirked as he watched y/n bend over his desk, their ass on display for him. He walked around to stand behind them, his hard cock pressing against their as through his pants. He Hooked his hook on the part of the rope between y/n's wrists, securing them between the desk and his body. y/n got inpacent and pressed their ass against his hardened erection.

Killian growled, his hands moving to grip y/n's hips roughly. He lifted them up slightly, pushing their legs apart with his own. His other hand came down, slapping against her ass hard enough to sting. “don't move”

A shiver ran down y/n's spine as Killian forced their pants down their thighs. Killian groaned, moving his hand to wrap it around his hard erection. He went slow just to tease as he guiding it towards y/n's wet entrance. Y/n's moans encouraged his fast, rough movements as he thrust forward, pushing into y/n's ass with a groan of satisfaction. “Bloddy hell, your perfect”

His thrusts became more forceful, punctuated by harsh grunts of pleasure. He leaned his arm next to y/n, his free hand gripping the desk tightly for balance. “I'm going to make you scream my name, Love”

y/n pressed their forehead against the wooden table as Killian thrusted roughly, stretching them out. “Killian…” they moaned.

Killian groaned at the noises they made as he continued to fuck y/n from behind. fingers gripped their hip tightly as he pushed forward. His breath was ragged against their neck as his hips pistoned back and forth, driving into y/n with force. Y/n's skin felt like it was on fire and they could no longer control the noises that fell from their lips.

"Hell... You like this, don't you?" His voice was raspy and full of lust. He looped his Hook on the rope that binded y/n's wrists and tugged them up. Their back was pressed against his chest and he captured their mouth in a searing hot kiss. He forced y/n against the desk again, but didn't bend them down like last time just continued to pound into them.

“fuck, feels so good” y/n moaned.

“That's it, moan for me…” Killian's words were lost in a string of curses and moans as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. His thrusts became more erratic, each one hitting y/n's sweet spot perfectly.

“killian!” y/n's moans became higher and more desperate, their heart was pounding and they felt themselves about ready to fall over the edge as the knot in their stomach got tighter. “Damn, I'm close”

Killian panted heavily as he thrust into y/n one final time, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He held onto y/n tightly, feeling his release pulse through him as he growled out his satisfaction. “Fuck... Fucking perfect…”

feeling Killian's release within them, y/n cried out in pleasure as they came as well, their head fell back in pleasure against killian's shoulder as their whole body shaked with the force of it. As they leaned back against him, their chest heaving up and down as they caught their breath “your so perfect, Love”

Killian gently pulled out of y/n, his cock slippery with their combined fluids. He turned them around, pulling them into a warm embrace. His fingers traced gentle patterns on y/n's back as he kissed their forehead. “I've got you” he whispered as he reached behind them and untied their wrists.

“here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable” he murmured, kissing y/n's forehead again before carrying them over to the small leather couch that was in his room. He laid them down gently, his eyes never leaving their face as he brushed some hair out of her face. His fingers tracing gentle patterns on their cheek before pulling the covers up around them, letting them rest. “your no longer a trespasser… if you decide to stay a bored my ship you can guarantee protection from me and the crew”

Y/n smiled softly, their eyes getting heavy. “I'd like that..”

[honeytama]

Make Your Move - Chapter 1

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

Fic Masterlist

A/N: Very excited to begin my first long fic! Enjoy <3 I'd love to know what you think. I have an idea of how long it will be, but maybe I’ll have more ideas as we go on.

Fic Summary: Having known Matt for a year already, he knows your talents and hires you as his assistant for Bad Omens' upcoming tour. You’ve had a crush on Matt, your friend, and now boss. However, his good friend and your celebrity crush, Noah, takes a liking to you the second you step through the door. What happens when your feelings develop? What happens when they find out? You only hope your heart doesn’t break trying to care for two others.

Content and Warnings for Ch. 1: Fluff, mention of sex toys/masturbation, all of my works are 18+ only

Word Count: 2.7k

Matt called the other day.

“Y/N, do you happen to have plans from June 3rd to July 7th?” He asked.

You remember him asking you, but at that moment you didn’t even process what he had said before responding, “Whatever you need, I’m all yours!”.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. He was cocky, overly flirtatious, and arrogant some of the time, but he had an effect on you that didn’t waver.

You wanted every moment to be around him and didn’t consider the amount of responsibility he would put on you in the upcoming months.

It’s the beginning of April and you agreed to be Matt’s assistant tour manager on Bad Omen’s summer tour. Their full tour route has already been posted online and fans could begin buying tickets by the end of the week.

Today, you have to meet with Matt and the band for the first time to discuss tour logistics. Tour production, mixing, and lighting were nothing new to you, but you'd never gone on the road before, let alone with a band you'd never met… in person, at least. You're a Bad Omens fan– big time.

Matt and you have known each other for a year having met while you were on a walk. His dog, Zeus, had got off-leash and sauntered on toward you. It was fate the way the world brought him to you. He thanked you for grabbing Zeus’ collar before noticing your Bad Omens merch.

“I like your shirt,” he nodded at your chest with a smirk.

“You're their tour manager,” you said with wide eyes.

“Among other things,” he smiled.

The man had you wrapped around his finger starting that day.

You two exchanged numbers and have been hanging out and talking ever since. It was your favorite to go on walks with him and his dogs when he was home from tour. He flirted with you and with every hand touch and compliment it made your affection for him grow. However, you knew he was a ladies' man and decided to keep your feelings secret early on.

Now, he’s your boss.

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The walk from your car to the door of the studio felt a mile long. The beat of your heart thumped in your ears as you thought about how your first meeting would go.

Would they like you? Would you do well or make a fool of yourself? Would they notice you had a crush on Matt? Will they just think you're his puppy to play with on tour?

These thoughts made your stomach lurch and nearly convinced you to dial Matt to call in sick.

Nevertheless, you wanted to prove yourself to them, so you put on your best smile and turned the door knob.

You were immediately met with a packed room and heads turning to meet you.

“There she is!” Matt exclaims while leaning against the long mixing console. “Everyone, this is Y/N. My new assistant.”

“Hell knows you needed one,” Folio gets up from the couch on the side of the room and goes to shake your hand.

“I’m Nick,” he points to another guy in the corner in a rolly chair, “he’s Nick, too. So, it’s ok for you to call me Folio.”

Nick, Nicholas Ruffilo as you know him, gives you a smile and a small wave before returning to his laptop screen.

“That’s Jolly,” Folio points to a rugged man sitting on the rug on the floor next to the coffee table.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he smiles.

“And this is Noah,�� Folio walks over to Noah and pats his shoulder.

“Hey,” he waves.

How can he be even hotter in person? You thought.

Being a fan of the band already, you had already attached their names to their faces, and Noah’s was your favorite. You thought he was attractive and started to develop a bit of a celebrity crush on him when you discovered the band, but once Matt came into the picture you thought it best to ogle over someone tangible. Now, Noah is really in front of you and you hope your fan feelings won’t make things complicated.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m such a fan,” you say, professionally.

“Oh! You’re a fan! Matt, you picked a good one,” Folio grins.

You make your way across the room toward Matt to hug him. You couldn’t help feeling eyes on you from the direction of the couch, but your conscience convinces you to ignore it.

Matt embraces you before telling you to take a seat in the rolly chair beside him.

“Alright, my friends,” he claps. “Now that we’re all here, we have a lot to do. Y/N, I sent you our to-do list, mind getting that out for me?” Matt nods toward the laptop in your tote bag.

“You’re already giving orders? It’s day zero,” Nick whines.

“Treat her like an equal, man,” Noah is lighthearted, but his face says “Don’t do this right now”.

“Guys, I’m kidding,” Matt groans and pulls out his phone. “Ok, so we need to source crew, talk to management about who else is on the bill, create video wall graphics, arrange a setlist, mix intros for each track in the setlist… plus lots and lots of other shit.”

You smile across the room to Noah and mouth, “Thank you”.

He winks at you before looking down at his notebook and beginning to take note of Matt’s list.

Matt continues, “Noah, do you want to finalize the setlist? We can work on some other stuff while you get that done.”

“Actually,” he raises his head from his notebook to make eye contact with you, “I would love to have Y/N’s opinion on what I have so far.” He faces Matt, “She’s a fan and it would be nice to have some insight from someone else who enjoys our music.”

“I like that idea,” Matt agrees.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” you say excitedly. Time to prove yourself, you thought.

“Sweet,” Noah says. He gets up from the couch with his notebook and pen in hand. “We can go out to the patio,” he nods his head at the back door of the studio.

You grab your tote and fix your outfit before following Noah to the door that he so chivalrously holds open for you.

“After you,” he smiles. “Let’s take a seat on the bench.”

The atmosphere completely changes as you can hear birds chirping and cars driving down the nearby highway. The back patio is covered with a finished, wooden awning and it faces a small yard with deep green grass and vines that trail up the fence surrounding the studio. Being here with Noah, alone, it felt like a dream.

You take a seat next to Noah with around two feet in between you. Your heart flutters watching him flip through the pages of his notebook as his hair falls into his eyes.

“There it is,” he announces as he tucks his hair behind his ear, only for it to fall again to his temple.

Noah hands you his notebook and on the open page is a list of songs. Some of them are scratched out and then rewritten, while others have question marks next to them.

“I hope you can read my handwriting,” he says sheepishly.

“I like your handwriting,” you smile, hoping to ease him. Why was he nervous? You thought.

You read aloud,

“Artificial Suicide,

Nowhere to Go,

V.A.N,

Glass Houses,

The Grey,

Never Know,

Limits,

IDWT$,

Like a Villain,

Just Pretend,

The Death of Piece of Mind,

Concrete Jungle,

and Dethrone.”

“This is perfect,” you gush. “The fans will love this show. I know I will.”

Your praise earns you a toothy smile from him. “Are you sure there is nothing you would change? You can be critical. I can take it,” he leans in urging you to say anything.

“You–,” you blush, “you forgot to add my favorite song.”

“What’s your favorite?” He’s still so close to you, yearning to hang onto every word you say.

You reach across his lap to pull the pen out of his hand. His gaze follows your hand to his notebook. The pen is brought to the page of setlist ideas and at the very bottom, you scribble If I’m There.

Noah laughs and rubs the tops of his thighs. “Really?”

Taken aback by his reaction, “‘Yes! What do you mean, ‘really’?”

“Hey,” he smiles with his hands up, “it’s a great song. I know the fans love it…” He holds up his forefinger, “But, one, we haven’t played it live in forever.” He holds two fingers to you and laughs, “Two, you put it as the third encore after Dethrone.”

You laugh along with him. “Fine, no If I’m There for the fans I guess,” you tease. “I just was thinking about when you and Jolly did an acoustic live stream during quarantine and played it. The song means a lot to me and your voice sounds amazing in it, of course,” you admit.

Noah bites his lip and fixes a steady gaze on your eyes. “Thank you, that means a lot. Maybe you’ll share with me what it means to you sometime?”

“Sure,” you nod.

“How about, when we’re on the road and you’re feeling down,” he looks off to the yard, “you say the word and I’ll play the song for you.”

“Just for me?”

“Just for you.”

“Why?”

“I want to sing it again; the song means a lot to me, too,” he looks to you.

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“Matt,” you call out, “am I going to be feeling down when we're on the road?”

It was now almost two months later and the first show of the summer is in two days. This morning, Matt is over at your apartment helping you pack for your first tour trip. You have to leave to meet everyone at the tour bus to pack everything up and head out by noon.

“Feeling down,” he pauses, “like, sad? Where’d you hear that?” He comes out of your restroom with your travel bottles and extra toiletries in his arms.

“It was a passing comment that Noah made when we first met. I’ve been thinking about it ever since,” you look down at your suitcase on the bed.

“I’m sure he didn't mean to freak you out. But,” he opens up your mini bag to set everything inside, “yeah, it can get lonely.”

“Aw, you get lonely?” you tease. “Then, I’m glad I’ll have my best friend on the road with me,” you smile at him.

“Yeah, me too,” he smiles back at you, “Noah and I are going to be hanging out a lot.”

“Fuck off”, you flick the brim of his hat. Letting out a sigh, you ask, “Do you think I have everything I need?”

“Lemme see…” He hunches over your suitcase and rummages through the piles of clothes. It’s a minute later that you realize that he’s probably putting his hands all over your underwear. “Y/N.”

“What?” You ask. He’s still hunched over, unwavering. “Matt, what is it?” You repeat urgently.

“What are– Why do you have these?” He turns around to you holding your palm-sized vibrator in his left hand and your pink, five-inch dildo in his right.

“Matt!” You reach forward trying to grab them, but he pulls back. “Oh, my God!”

“You can’t bring these!” He yells waving around your personal items.

“I can do whatever I want! Give them back!” Your cheeks feel red hot as you try to reach for your things being held above his head.

He looks down at you with fire in his maple eyes. “You’re going to be staying on the bus with us. When did you think you were going to use these?” He laughs, and you hate it when he’s right. Honestly, you questioned why you even bothered to pack them, too.

“None of your business, Matt,” you huff letting your arms down, defeated. “I just thought, like, what if we got hotel rooms at some point during the tour and I could blow off some steam.”

“And, you thought that you’d get a room to yourself?” Matt laughs, annoyingly. He hands you the toys and you throw them into the bag in frustration.

“I have to room with you boys the entire month?” You whine. “How am I supposed to change my clothes?”

“You’ll have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I don't mind if you change in front of me,” Matt smirks.

“You would like that, huh?” You jab.

“Y/N, watching you change would be my favorite show; better than any Bad Omens set, and I’m great at my job,” he taunts.

“You’re gross,” you scoff.

“You love me,” Matt relaxes on your bed.

He’s right, you think.

–

The sun was out again outside of the studio. You reminisce about spending time with Noah on the patio two months ago, and there were only a couple of days you spent alone time with him since then. Each time, you try to brush off the sense of guilt you have when Noah looks at you with his almond eyes; Matt is still unaware of the celebrity crush you had on his friend. Even though Matt isn't yours, you still liked and knew him first and it made it feel wrong to give Noah the attention you did.

Though, there’s no time to focus on that now. Today is your first official day of being Matt’s assistant and assistant tour manager for Bad Omens.

You met everyone: crew, the other touring band, Bad Omens, and Matt outside of the studio where the tour trailers and buses were parked. With your suitcase by your side, you kept track of everything on your iPad. You instructed where everyone was meant to be by the first show day and took inventory of all gear kept in the trailers.

And then after forty-five minutes of organization, everyone was ready to load onto the buses.

“Alright,” Matt calls out, “crew and our other band, you'll be in the first bus. My guys and Y/N, we’ll be in the second. Decide on your sleeping arrangements. Let’s go.”

“You ready?” Folio comes to your side.

“Yeah, I’m excited,” you answer.

With that, you load onto the second bus, and you’re astonished at the sight before you.

The bus is long. There’s a kitchenette with cabinets as you enter and a TV hanging above the entrance of the bus. After the kitchenette, the bus is lined with smooth, black leather couches and one small table for dining. There's a sliding door that separates the bunks from the rest of the bus; six beds total, two sides of the bus set with three bunks on top of each other. After the bunks, there is another sliding door that can block off a room with a leather couch that lines the walls of the bus. The back is decorated with pillows and twinkly lights from which you can see.

“Y/N, take your pick of bunk. I’ll sleep near wherever you choose.” Matt suggests.

You choose the second bunk on the right side of the bus. Matt chooses to sleep above you and Folio follows suit below you. As everyone is settling in, Noah trails in last.

He’s left with the second bunk on the left side of the bus, right across from you.

“Hey, neighbor,” he smiles as he puts his backpack in his bunk.

“Noah,” you blush while unpacking your blanket, pillow, and plushies onto the bed.

Matt finishes unpacking his sleeping gear and leans against the wall to address all of you, “Now that we’re back, I just need to remind everyone about the rules of the bus.”

Nick groans from his bunk near the floor.

“Well, actually, y'all know there’s only one rule,” Matt maintains eye contact with you. “No pleasuring oneself or another on the bus.”

Oh, my God, you think.

"I hate you", you silently mouth to Matt.

Beside you, Noah chuckles and crosses his arms. Turning to look at him, his cheeks are pink.

Did Matt fucking tell him something? You thought.

Matt raises his eyebrows at you. “Driver! Let’s roll.”

[curewhimsy]

Rainbow Week 2022

With Rainbow Week coming tomorrow, I felt the need to share the uh, “schedule.”

Rainbow Week is a highly personal time for myself, but if you want to join in, please do, and share it with me!

Every day of November 16 to November 23 is jam-packed with character birthdays (including OCs, my plushies, and characters I have yet to create.) I will focus on those particular characters those days, as well as those themes for that day!

I will also be on vacation for the second half of rainbow week.

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November 16- Excitement Day!

Birthday list:

Butterscotch lioness (My Webkinz)

Slumber owl (my squishmallow)

Daisy dog (Animal Crossing)

Cosmo alien (OC)

Trixie Pixie (OC)

Carmella (OC)

Aristo Kratt (OC)

Azuki (OC)

Charles (OC I will soon flesh out, named since it’s Charles day.)

Andy (OC)

Isuel (OC)

Shortcake pink horse (plushie)

Simon red panda (Squishmallow)

Jolly the clown (OC)

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(The plus signs stand for two more OCs I will create on that very day.)

About the day:

“Believe in the future, look forward to the excitement!”

National holidays on November 16: Clarinet day, Teddy bear party day, Andy day, Button day, Charles day, Fast food day

Meta: The Owl House day, obscure fandoms day, stuffed animal day

November 17- Compassion Day

Birthdays:

Ruko Yokune (UTAU)

Mallary duck (Animal Crossing)

Soda bunny (Squishmallow)

Pizza Pikachu (Pokemon plush)

Emi Byul (OC)

Ibuki Komatsu (Idolmaster)

Makoto Tachibana (Free!)

Uki clown (OC)

Aster (OC)

Musa (OC)

Diamond snow leopard (plush)

Rolly unicorn (plush)

Blue.wav (OC)

+ Jaden (oc I will make on account of Jaden day)

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About the day:

“A little kindness can go a long way, and has a profound effect.”

National holidays on November 17: Homemade bread day, baklava day, Jaden day

Meta: Ruko day, fictional shipping day, My Little Pony day

November 18- Wonder Day

Stelle Shimmer (OC)

Lunette Shimmer (OC)

Celestine Shimmer (OC)

Yuki Nagato (Haruhi)

Kuro cat (plush)

Mickey Mouse (Disney)

Minnie Mouse (Disney)

Sowon Moon (OC)

Fangzhi Liu (OC)

Gladys (OC)

Toby (OC)

Cookie birthday bear (plush)

Bread corgi (plush)

Jelly jellyfish (plush

AL.exe (OC)

Tia elephant (Animal Crossing)

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About the day:

“The world is filled with wonder and beauty. Life is mysterious.”

National Holdays: Princess day, Apple cider day, Stand up to bullying day, Married to a Scorpio day, Occult day

Meta: Pokémon SV release date, Love Live day, Princess Tutu day

November 19- Laughter Day

Birthdays:

Josie Bell (OC)

Amelia eagle (Animal crossing)

Risa Matoba (Idolmaster)

Naosuke Izaki (OC)

Pandora Panda (OC)

Todd Hamburg (OC)

Parisa (OC)

Yuzuki (OC)

Pastella monster (plush)

Rosette pink cat (plush)

Wolfgang (OC)

Rui Yashio (Bandori)

Tsubaki Sayama (Anne Happy)

+ Alina

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About:

“Laughter is the most powerful medicine. It can purify the heart.”

National Holidays: Men’s day, Have a bad day Day, Alina day, Adoption day, Toilet day

Meta: Vocal Synth day, OC appreciation day, Sailor Moon day

November 20- Hope Day

Bdays:

Taya Soune (UTAU)

Sonata Coda (OC)

Daina (Vocaloid)

Dex (Vocaloid)

Petunia cat (Plush)

Cure Egret (Precure)

Tiny gray cat (plush)

Zero (OC)

Amy (OC)

Tangerine cat (plush)

Cyan cat (plush)

Cara cat (plush)

Q-Tea (OC)

Sparro bird (animal crossing)

+ Lucia

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About:

“It’s okay to feel sad sometimes, as long as you keep hope.”

National holidays: Transgender remembrance day, Lucia day, Peanut butter fudge day

Meta: Drama day, Taya day, Pokemon day

November 21- Miracle Day

Birthdays:

Haku Yowane (Vocaloid)

Bianca Luna (OC)

Flan Flanagan (OC)

Cana husky (plush)

Rio Momose (Idolmaster)

Tails the Fox (Sonic)

Sei Hoshizora (OC)

Dot the clown (OC)

Mira (OC)

Eve (OC)

Xavier (OC)

Ronnie (OC)

Legend dragon (plush)

Nutmeg hedgehog (plush)

Mimo owl (plush)

Grape giraffe (plush)

Artemis (OC)

Flip monkey (Animal Crossing)

Minori Ichinose (Precure)

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About:

“Believe in the miracles of everyday. Keep faith in the world.”

Holdays: Stuffing day, False confession day, Gingerbread cookie day

Meta: Haku day, Cookie Run day, Ojamajo Doremi day

November 22- Whimsy Day

Birthdays

Queen Rainbow (OC)

Momotaro Momone (UTAU)

Guardian of Whimsy dragon (OC)

Daydream cat (plush)

Hayato Akiyama (idolmaster)

Rei Shinohara (Idolmaster)

Icy (OC)

Shiori (OC)

Roy G Biv (OC)

Alvin the elf (OC)

Jubilee pastel bunny (plush)

Gumball panda (plush)

Jumbo dinosaur (plush)

Choco (OC)

Claudia tiger (Animal Crossing)

Sable hedgehog (Animal Crossing)

Kyoya Otori (Ouran)

+ Aaron

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About:

“You are unique, and filled with a universe of wonder and awe.”

Holidays: Amelia/Amelie day, Go for a ride Day, Aron/Aaron day, cranberry relish day

Meta: Whimsica’s Anniversary, Aron (The Pokémon) day, Precure day

November 23- Light Day

Birthdays:

Yume Hoshine (OC)

Fantasia rainbow alpaca (plush)

Beans dog (plush)

Miki Hoshii (Idolmaster)

Chija Cha (OC)

Sora Naegino (Kaleido Star)

Sirius (OC)

Saga (OC)

Sebastian (OC)

Rin Arasaki (OC)

Pixel unicorn (plush)

Cotton bunny (plush)

Max Potion (OC)

Knox chicken (Animal Crossing

Celestia Ludenberg (Danganronpa)

Kaede Ichinose (Aikatsu)

Cure Selene (Precure)

+ Margaret

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About:

“Your light is stronger than the darkness. You can make it through.”

Holdays: Eat a cranberry Day, Cashew day, Margaret day, Thankful for dog day, Jukebox day

Meta: Idolmaster day, furries day, Kaleido Star day

[castielamigos]

Behold! The Rolly Joger!

[raccoonzinspace]

One more before I go to bed.

As you can see, Nibbles the Shadowblob was a super adorable Shadowbaby. In terms of physique, his teefers sharpened relatively early despite only being in the “crawling” stage (or the “rolling around like a ball” stage as that’s how Shadowblobs move). 

While he was in his mother’s womb, Nibbles absorbed all of his other siblings and was thus the only Shadowbaby in the litter. Those are the reasons why he is so big (and chomnky). This also means that there’s more of him to love (and his parents certainly loved him, showering him with affection).

As Nibbles grew up, his physique became rounder and he got better at moving around. Unfortunately, due to a metabolic issue that all Shadowblobs have, his appetite also grew. 

All in all, Nibbles is a lovable, jolly rolly-polly lug hailing from the land of ire. 

[hannahhook7744]

Rap/Rolly headcanons and aesthetics;

Headcanons and aesthetic for Hap/Jolly x Ruby. Requested by @cleverqueenchild .

🌈🎨🖼🖍🖌✏📚⛏🌈🎨🖼🖍🖌✏📚⛏🌈🎨

Hap is just a nickname.

His actual name is Jolly Dwarfson.

He alternates between his actual name and his nickname.

He is 3 years older than Doug.

Ruby's full name is Rubena Ethel Fitzherbert.

She is 2 years older than Doug and her sister, Anxelin.

Hap is alot like his father while Ruby is alot her like mother.

They are nearly the polar opposites of their siblings and cousins.

Hap has 4 siblings while Ruby has two.

Ruby's siblings are named Anxelin (who is Doug's age) and Finn (who is 4).

Hap's siblings are Joy (girl) , Smiley (boy), Giggles (girl), and Cheerful (boy).

Cheerful is 5 years older than Hap, Giggles is 3 years older than Hap, Smiley is one year younger than him, and Joy is two years younger than him.

Hap use to be a cheerleader in highschool and now he works at an art shop.

All of his siblings are the artsy types and so is he, which is why he chose to work there.

Happy bought him an RV so he could travel when he graduated Auardon Prep as an award for getting his grades up. Which he had been struggling with.

Ruby is particularly responsible for him getting his grades up because she'd always sit and study with him when they both had free time to do so.

Hap has dyslexia, ADHD, and dyscalculia, so studying isn't very easy for him but luckily Ruby is patient and stubborn and made their study 'dates' work.

One time they (Ruby and Hap) went on a trip to Ariel's beach and the Rv broke down.

They had a fun time regardless, even though they had to wait hours for Gordon and Snappy to come pick them up.

And even though Snappy had a hell of a fun time telling Him (Hap) 'I told you so' for months afterward when they found out what had caused the RV to break down.

It was the car battery Snappy had told him he had to replace soon because it was gonna die.

The car had also run out of gas because Hap didn't listen to Snappy about how often he had to refill it.

He is still hearing about it to this day even though it was nearly four years ago.

Ruby is an art major at the local college.

They use to go to Auardon Prep together back in the day.

Lonnie is a good friend of theirs (mainly Ruby's) and ships them greatly.

She loves teasing Ruby about it who teases her right back at her over her crush on Jay and on V from that boy band she likes.

They became really good friends before they dated.

Ruby wasn't interested at first but eventually realized that she had fallen for Hap after alot of prompting from Lonnie and Anxelin.

Anxelin and Lonnie heard several rants from her about Hap. Most of them they didn't want to hear but never complained about.

Hap graduated as one of the top students in his class.

He was the 4th top student.

Ruby was the top of her class.

They always lay in the lawn together when Ruby's classes let out for the day.

They always eat lunch together.

Happy likes sandwiches and happy looking foods while Ruby likes colorful foods and sweets.

Happy likes flavored water, lattes, and juice while Ruby likes coffee, iced tea, and Bobba tea.

Ruby taught him the fundamentals of art that his siblings had struggled to teach him for years.

No one knows how she managed it to this day. She isn't willing to tell and all Hap gives them when they ask is a shrug.

Hap brushes and braids Ruby's hair when she's stressed.

She expresses her feelings through her art and music.

Hap expresses himself through music.

Him and Ruby make flower crowns and bake together.

They both love reading.

Ruby gave him one of Pascal's babies as a gift. He adores the little guy, who's he's named Crash.

Ruby has one of her own named Plad.

Ruby always buys art supplies from the same place. The same shop. The shop Hap works at.

She has since they were 14.

It's Hap's dad's shop.

Hap has always paid for her, even when they were still friends. Something Ruby feels guilty about.

That was how Lonnie and Anxelin figured out Hap liked her. Ruby fiercely denied it for the next two years because she was too scared that it was true.

Mainly because she grew up reading too many online horror/tragic stories about girls her age getting their hearts broke by guys. And how it can ruin friendships. Something she doesn't want.

Ruby didn't know Hap worked at that art shop the first time she went there. And they didn't really know eachother that well before then. Again, this happened when they were 14.

Hap had always had a crush on her. Ever since preschool.

When he was 16, Hap asked his older siblings for advice and Cheerful told him not to let his ego get the better of him because that never ends well.

Hap can be rather big headed sometimes, which is why Cheerful gave him said advice.

Most of their dates are spent at art or music festivals, carnivals, and shows.

And at pastry shops.

Hap ended up studying romance books for ideas on what to do and randomly kissed Ruby out of nowhere. Without her consent.

It earned him a slap and they didn't talk for 4 months.

Hap ended up apologizing and they ended up starting over.

They started dating when they were 17.

His cousins and siblings never let him live it down. Even though they are nearly as bad as he is when it comes to romance.

Hap lives out of his van (which is parked in the art shop parking lot) and Ruby lives in her dorm.

They sneak in and out constantly.

Rapunzel adores Hap as does Ariana, Fredrick isn't a fan, and Flynn can go either way depending on his mood.

Same goes for Lance, Kiera, and Catalina and the patrons of the ugly Duckling.

Ginny had to get use to him before she allowed herself to like him. Same went for Cassandra, Varian, and The Gothel twins.

Hap's family all like her because she reminds them of Snow. Yes, even Grumpy.

They have few secrets that the either doesn't know.

Hap usually wears Tie dye and is into more abstract art than realistic. Ruby is into all kinds of art, on the other hand.

Abstract use to be her least favorite. Now it's her favorite to own.

It's the opposite for Hap, who adores buying Realistic art now because of her.

Hap is a Sagittarius born on November 22nd

Ruby is a Pisces born on March 10th.

[willowbird]

For the prompt game — could you do AU 1, trope 8, location 2 for Andreil? I always love reading these, thanks for sharing!

Grad School, return of the childhood best friend, inside Andrew's closet!!! Thank you so much for sending in the ask I'm glad you're enjoying the little ficlets and I hope you like this one too!

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Tall people were a curse. A blight on all of society. Civilization would undoubtedly crumble under the obnoxious stomping of their huge feet and the polar ice caps would melt at least in part due to the heat from their big fat heads.

Also, all the tall fuckers in Andrew's cohort were constantly putting things in places Andrew couldn't reach, especially when it came to the supply closet off of the office the group of them communally used. It had gotten to the point that Andrew had taken full command of the ordering and organization of all their supplies. Last month he had even gone so far as to print out and laminate a full-color sign for the closet that read: NO ONE ABOVE 5'3 PERMITTED. SEE ANDREW J MINYARD FOR ALL SUPPLY RETRIEVAL.

The only reason he'd given the extra few inches at all was because Robin, the undergrad TA that assisted in one of his classes, sometimes helped him out and she was a whole three inches taller than him. It was enough of a restriction that it barred the rest of his cohort from intruding, though, as even Renee was a solid 5'8.

Or at least, it should have been an effective restriction. Andrew had thought the rest of his team could read well enough to get the goddamn message. Then he showed up this morning and the fucking closet door was open and where was the box of printer ink he'd ordered last week?

That's right, on the top fucking shelf.

When Andrew figured out which idiotic fucking beanpole had decided to pull this shit with him there was going to be hell to pay. He would raid his cat's litter box for ammunition if he had to.

For the moment, though, he needed to replace the ink in both printers. Which was why he was balancing precariously on the arms of the only non-rolly chair on the goddamn floor, straining to reach the box of ink and quietly promising to take an extra dose of revenge out of each and every person over 5'3 if he fell.

Which he almost did when a sharp knock suddenly echoed a bit too loud from directly behind him.

"Jesus fuck what is wrong with y--" Andrew cut off abruptly as he looked over his shoulder to see who had dared come up behind him at a time like this. He blinked, then he fully closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. When the man before him was still fucking there, Andrew twisted slightly and jumped down, letting his ass hit the seat as he overbalanced on the landing.

"Um... hi."

It had been almost ten years since Andrew had heard that voice. Ten years. In that time Neil had gone from being a scrawny, anxious kid to... well...

Vivid blue eyes stared at him steadily, winged with eyeliner that only made them brighter. His dark russet-auburn hair was shaved close to his head on the sides but long enough on the top that he'd gathered it back in a loose bun, which only emphasized the perfect angles of his face and the soft give of his mouth, the way his chin carved down to a point as if to frame it, drawing the eye.

"Andrew? I didn't mean to surprise you. Well, I did, that's why I didn't tell you I was coming. I didn't mean to almost make you fall off a chair though..."

Neil clicked a tongue-piercing against his teeth. It flashed silver for a moment, matching the two bars that bisected his left eyebrow. Purple studs and a line of tiny hoops trailed up each ear.

Andrew stared, then he did the only rational thing and reached forward, grabbing the doorknob and slamming it shut with himself inside the closet.

His heart was fucking pounding, and he knew his face was flushed because, look. Look. Neil Josten at fourteen years old had been a scrawny kid with big ears and a chipped tooth that was always covered in bruises and Andrew had been so fucking in love with him. All he ever wanted to do as a baby gay was kiss Neil Josten. Thought about it all the time. But that had been off the table because Neil was his best friend and probably asexual and also literally trying to survive. When Neil moved to the other side of the fucking planet to be with his uncle, Andrew had told himself that this was a good thing because 1) Neil would be safe and 2) if there was distance between them then Andrew could finally get over him.

Over the last ten years they'd exchanged regular letters, but because Neil was a fucking technophobe and there may or may not have been an actual hit from actual hitmen and gangsters and shit on him over here in the states - they hadn't spoken on the phone and no pictures had been shared.

And now here was Neil. Almost twenty-four and... so so fucking hot.

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by a quiet, anxious, "Andrew..?" that sounded a lot more like the Neil Andrew remembered.

"Um... should I go? I'm sorry... I thought... I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'll go..."

"No!" The word escaped him before he had time to really think about it. He was pretty sure his voice cracked a little in his desperation too. Shit. Andrew cleared his throat and tried again. "Just... wait. I.. need to get ink."

"Okay."

Andrew did his best not to read into the mystery in Neil's tone. Instead, he thanked the closet gods and carefully climbed back up onto the chair. Another couple of minutes later he had the ink he needed and was facing a coming out he really never anticipated having to go through. Coming out of the closet to your best friend was one thing. Coming out of the literal, actual closet you have shut yourself in to reunite with your super hot best friend that you've been in love with for over a decade at this point was quite another.

Ripping the band-aid off was really the only way to go, so Andrew took a deep breath, put his free hand on the knob, and opened the door.

Neil had repositioned himself and was now leaning against the nearest desk. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows exposing strong forearms decorated with swirls of dark ink. Three fingers on each hand bore rings (not the ring fingers, not that Andrew was specifically looking) and his nails were painted a dark, glossy gray. Around one wrist was a frayed bracelet that perfectly matched the one Andrew also wore on the same wrist.

As soon as Neil saw him, he lit up. A smile on his face that shined in his eyes, even if there was a slight hesitance to it - understandable considering Andrew had just.. you know... shut himself in a closet after seeing him.

"Hey... Sorry again, about that. I know you don't like to be startled. I just... I got excited."

Andrew swallowed, a tough feat with a throat so dry. Somehow, he managed a snort. "Like a puppy. Should I be worried about my floors, Josten?"

"I dunno, you gonna scratch me behind the ears?" Neil shot back, and the smirk that accompanied it was fucking devastating. That's is, Andrew gave up. He lost. Dead, he was dead. There was no way he was getting out of this one.

Andrew did the only thing he could do to keep himself from grabbing the little bastard and kissing him senseless, which was ask the big question hanging in the room between them.

"How are you here, Neil? I thought you'd never be able to come back to American soil."

Neil rubbed the back of his neck, like he was thinking of the best way to explain it. After a moment he said, "Uncle Stuart still doesn't think it's a great idea - but there's no price on my head anymore. As of last month we cleared out the last of... well, let's just call them the old bad guys. There are new bad guys, but they don't really care about me."

It took a moment for that to fully sink in. Andrew set down the ink on the desk and moved to stand directly in front of Neil. When Neil stood up straight, they were almost exactly the same height - Neil only really had a few inches on him. At least he hadn't been lying to make him feel better when he'd told him in a letter a few years back that he'd topped out at 5'3.

"So? Don't you have a whole new life over in jolly old England now? Friends and family who don't regularly try to kill you? Why come back at all?"

He knew why, but he wanted - he needed - to hear him say it.

"Yeah, but... they aren't you."

"Me."

"Yeah, Andrew. You."

Their eyes met. Something in Andrew's chest snapped like an overworked rubber band stretched too taut and all the carefully sequestered feelings it had been keeping at bay suddenly sprang forth like a tidal wave. They rushed through him, filling him up, buoying him until he probably could have reached the top shelf of that goddamn closet without the chair.

"I hate you," Andrew ground out. And Neil smiled, because he knew it wasn't true.

"I missed you, Andrew. I missed you so fucking much."

"Shut up, stupid." Andrew forced himself to take a deep breath, then he snatched up Neil's hand and started dragging him out of the office. "Come on. We're getting ice cream."

Neil laughed and squeezed his hand. "Some things never change."

No, Andrew thought, some things never do.

[lovemesomesurveys]

How many times have you ever ridden an elephant? This question makes it seem like riding elephants is a common thing everyone does. Anyway, I’ve never ridden an elephant.

Do you like cobblers? No. What do you think about Lord of the Rings? look... i feel like im the only person who hasnt read the books OR watched the movies. i feel like it wouldnt be my thing <<< I haven’t either. I have no desire to. 

What kind of cup did you last drink out of? It was one of our Disney collector glasses that McDonald’s was giving out when I was a kid.

Do you currently have any cuts or scrapes? No.

Did you like Barney as a child? I was obsessed with Barney. 

What color vacuum do you use? It’s black.

Do you have a lot of clothes hangers in your house? Yeah.

Have you ever been in a Latin class? No.

Have you ever had bubble gum stuck in your hair? That happened once when I was a kid.

Is there any pet hair stuck to your clothing? I’m sure.

What do you smell? Nothing at the moment.

Have you ever watched The Gremlins? No.

What is your favorite type of seashell? I don’t have a particular favorite. 

Do you love 3-D movies? Wearing the glasses was a nuisance as a glasses wearer, plus I feel like the 3D effects were generally not all that good. 

Have you ever used Proactiv? Yeah.

Is your cell on charge? No.

Do you like dirt or sand better? Sand cause the beach.

When’s the last time you had a hamburger? It’s been a little while..perhaps a couple a months.

Do you own an iHome? No.

Do you own a BEST FRIEND charm or firgurine? No.

What do you think about rainbows? They’re beautiful.

Are you wearing anything on your head right now? No.

Are you watching cartoons? No.

Do you own a pet spider? That’s a HELL no.

Do you like mouthwash? No.

Have you ever used a Ped-Egg? No. Ew, the commercial for that always made me gag.

Do you like Olay products? I couldn’t tell you the last Olay product I used.

Have you ever gone on a cruise? No.

Do you use green pens? Not often, but I’m not opposed to it.

Do you own anything that has a striped pattern on it? Yeah.

Do you watch Wheel of Fortune? I haven’t in quite a long time.

Are there any fake tattoos on you? No. There aren’t any real ones either.

When’s the last time you saw your grandpa? My maternal grandpa passed away back in 2010 and it’s been 3 years since I’ve seen my paternal grandpa. 

Is there a rocking chair in your house? No.

Do you call your animals “baby names”? Yeah. My doggo has a ton of nicknames.

Why does George Lopez say “I GOT THIS!!” in that voice? Ask him.

Do you have homework? Nope, I’m done with school.

Have you ever gone to a Monster Truck show? No.

Well, have you ever seen the Nutcracker? Yeah, in elementary school for a field trip.

Where did you get your bed sheets? Macy’s.

Do you always use manners? Maybe not always at home, but generally yes.

Have you ever been stood up? No.

Are your lips chapped? No.

Have you ever been kicked in the throat? Gahhh, no.

Do you own a fishtank? Nope.

When is the last time you were sick? It’s been a few years since I’ve had something like a cold. I always feel crappy, though.

Do you like the song “Barbie Girl”? Sure.

What do you usually order from Taco Bell? Bean burrito with no onions and extra sauce and cheese, a chicken quesadilla, and a couple Doritos Loco tacos.

If you have a cell, is it touch screen? Yes.

Do you own a feather boa? No.

Are you allergic to peanuts? No.

Do you wear ribbons in your hair? Nope.

Did you get into the Livestrong bracelet kick? I did.

Do you use cheat codes on video games? Yeah.

Have you ever gone mudding on a fourwheeler? No.

Is there a rolly chair in your bed room? My wheelchair.

What is your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher? Watermelon was my favorite. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had a Jolly Rancher, though.

Who is your favorite super hero? Iron Man, Scarlet Witch, Spiderman.

Have you ever been to a church camp? No.

Is there a trampoline in your back yard? Nope.

Have you ever played Dance Dance Revolution? No. Have you ever swam in a creek? No.

Do you enjoy running? Nopeee.

How long has it been since you last slept? Like 30 minutes.

What are your thoughts on Myspace? What a time. It was all the rage back in the day and I was definitely super into it. Then it just died and everyone went to Facebook.

What is the last thing you dropped? My water bottle.

How many nickels are in your posession? I have no idea.

Is the sound on your laptop or computer turned off? No, it’s on because I’m listening to an ASMR video.

How many items do you have in your “favorites”? Where?

Would you ever slide down a razor blade slide into a pool full of alcohol? Uh, no???

What is the last infomercial you saw? *shrug* Probably an exercise one.

How many magnets are on your refrigerator? Several.

How many keychains do you own? I have a ton of keychains.

Do you own anything with a peace sign on it? Possibly.

Have you ever been to Johnny Rocket’s? Yes.

How many stuffed animals are in your room? A ton. Look up, then to the right. What do you see? My closet.

Have you ever done the “Cupid Shuffle”. No, but I’m familiar with the song and dance.

Do you know how to do the Solja Boy dance? I can’t do it, but yeah I know the dance.

When is the last time you wore shorts? A couple days ago.

Do you like elevators or escelators? I have to use elevators.

Have you ever layed on a tampur pedic? No.

Have you ever been in Karate? No.

What color is the nearest lampshade? White.

Is there anyone in the room with you? No.

How long has it been since you’ve eaten a Reese’s? It’s been a long time. When is the last time you went to Walmart? A few weeks ago.

Do you own any body glitter? I have a glitter spray from Bath & Body Works.

What brand of hair straightner do you own, if you own one? I don’t have one.

What is your favorite brand of chips? Frito-Lay.

What time was it 20 minutes ago? 5:50AM.

When is the last time you pet an animal? Last night.

Do you own anything from Aeropostale? Not anymore.

Did you have fun with this survey? I wish there weren’t so many straight yes or no questions.

Was it random, or no? Sure.

[surveysonfleek]

1577.

How many times have you ever ridden an elephant? i dont think ive ever ridden one. ive touched one though Do you like cobblers? i highly doubt ill like them What do you think about Lord of the Rings? look... i feel like im the only person who hasnt read the books OR watched the movies. i feel like it wouldnt be my thing What kind of cup did you last drink out of? glass  Do you currently have any cuts or scrapes? no

Did you like Barney as a child? yes! What color vacuum do you use? its grey i believe Do you have a lot of clothes hangers in your house? yes, definitely Have you ever been in a Latin class? no Have you ever had bubble gum stuck in your hair? haha no. ive had a lollipop stuck in my hair though. it was a mess. Is there any pet hair stuck to your clothing? no pets :( What do you smell? my salted caramel candle. its great. Have you ever watched The Gremlins? no What is your favorite type of seashell? the iridescent kind Do you love 3-D movies? haha i feel like that hype is gone. it was fun while it lasted but i didnt love it Have you ever used Proactiv? no Is your cell on charge? no Do you like dirt or sand better? sand, easier to clean off u When’s the last time you had a hamburger? its been awhile! a month or so? Do you own an iHome? no, id love one though Do you own a BEST FRIEND charm or firgurine? no What do you think about rainbows? love them, its one of lifes little pleasures Are you wearing anything on your head right now? a hair tie Are you watching cartoons? no Do you own a pet spider? no Do you like mouthwash? yes, i dont mind it Have you ever used a Ped-Egg? no Do you like Olay products? im indifferent Have you ever gone on a cruise? yes, im dying to go on another one. obviously once covid has been cleared up Do you use green pens? nope Do you own anything that has a striped pattern on it? probably clothes Do you watch Wheel of Fortune? no Are there any fake tattoos on you? no When’s the last time you saw your grandpa? its been years. both of my grandpas passed away when i was a kid Is there a rocking chair in your house? no Do you call your animals “baby names”? no pets Why does George Lopez say “I GOT THIS!!” in that voice? haha idk Do you have homework? nope Have you ever gone to a Monster Truck show? haha no Well, have you ever seen the Nutcracker? nope! Where did you get your bed sheets? kmart Do you always use manners? always Have you ever been stood up? thankfully not Are your lips chapped? nope Have you ever been kicked in the throat? no, sounds like itd hurt Do you own a fishtank? no When is the last time you were sick? its been awhile. like i dont even think i got sick in 2020 Do you like the song “Barbie Girl”? i dont love or hate it What do you usually order from Taco Bell? i dont go there, theres only like 3 taco bells in my state and none are closeby  If you have a cell, is it touch screen? yes Do you own a feather boa? no Are you allergic to peanuts? no, thank god. i love peanutes Do you wear ribbons in your hair? nope Did you get into the Livestrong bracelet kick? haha no, i never did How many pictures are on the wall of the room you are in? two Do you use cheat codes on video games? haha alwayssss. even as a kid, i used to write them all down on a piece of paper. good times Have you ever gone mudding on a fourwheeler? yes! Is there a rolly chair in your bed room? yes. What is your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher? watermelon Who is your favorite super hero? i dont have one fave Who is your favorite Villan? idk Have you ever been to a church camp? haha no Is there a trampoline in your back yard? no Have you ever played Dance Dance Revolution? yes! loved it as a kid Have you ever swam in a creek? most likely Do you enjoy running? nope, i hate it How long has it been since you last slept? its been 16 hours since i woke up What are your thoughts on Myspace? simpler times What is the last thing you dropped? my vape How many nickels are in your posession? theres prob a lot of them lying around Is the sound on your laptop or computer turned off? yes its on How many items do you have in your “favorites”? maybe like 10 Would you ever slide down a razor blade slide into a pool full of alcohol? um, ouch What is the last infomercial you saw? i dont remember. i hardly watch normal tv anymore How many magnets are on your refrigerator? heaps! my family collect them whenever we travel How many keychains do you own? i have about 3 on my set of keys Do you own anything with a peace sign on it? nope Have you ever been to Johnny Rocket’s? yes haha, i kinda love it! How many stuffed animals are in your room? none Look up, then to the right. What do you see? the window Have you ever done the “Cupid Shuffle”. no Do you know how to do the Solja Boy dance? yes Are you currently being stalked by anyone? no When is the last time you wore shorts? today Do you like elevators or escelators? im indifferent Have you ever layed on a tampur pedic? idts Have you ever been in Karate? yes, as a kid What color is the nearest lampshade? i dont have one Is there anyone in the room with you? no How long has it been since you’ve eaten a Reese’s? its been months

When is the last time you went to Walmart? last time i was in usa, which was 2017 Do you own any body glitter? nope What brand of hair straightner do you own, if you own one? cloud nine What is your favorite brand of chips? red rock deli What time was it 20 minutes ago? 10:49pm When is the last time you pet an animal? ages ago Do you own anything from Aeropostale? when i was a teen Did you have fun with this survey? no, it was boring af Was it random, or no? just boring lol soz

[lillian-tiger]

@pianist-roger

You don't know how to love me when you're sober When the bottle's done you pull me closer You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober Why is it so different when we wake up? Same lips, same kiss, but not the same touch Don't you know that you doing just enough, but not enough? But I know what's next, and I want so much

[skairipakomtrikru]

Hope Jones and the Rolly Jodger

I think that Hope (Hook and Emma’s daughter) should inheriat the Jolly Roger and carry on her fathers legacy as a captain.  

[stark-park]

Captain Hook aesthetic

[snowbellewells]

Savior’s Haven {Part One of Two}

Hello there!  I realize I am slipping this in right under the wire for my September 14th posting date, but here is my contribution for the @csseptembersunshine event. I hope it will still be enjoyable despite its tardiness; some real life things caused me to both struggle with my focus and switch from the original idea I had planned to write. I needed some adorable puppy fluff in my life, and it all changed from there. This actually grew a fair bit as I wrote it too, so I have divided it into two parts with the second to follow within the week (hopefully). Thanks so much to @captainsjedi for being so gracious and understanding when I messaged to let her know I was working on my fic and truly hadn’t forgotten it, and to all the lovely ladies on the @CSSNS Discord chat who offered a wealth of name suggestions to me this afternoon - particularly @shireness-says @profdanglaisstuff @snidgetsafan @darkcolinodonorgasm and @kmomof4.  I used one here, but more of them very well might follow in the conclusion!

This is what I call “missing moment fluff”, meant to be taking place sometime post season six in Storybrooke, but before Henry leaves and prior to Hope’s birth.

So without further delay, enjoy this opening!

“Savior’s Haven”

Part One

It began one cool September evening on the way home from weekly dinner at her parents’, Killian offering Emma his arm to wind hers through as they began their leisurely walk back through the darkening streets of Storybrooke. They had nearly reached the street their own two story house by the sea was on, gently arguing back and forth with cheeks flushed by the chill night air about who would have to take the early shift at the station the next morning, when they heard the soft, almost overlooked, whimpers just off the sidewalk.

Coming to a concerned stop at the sound, both sheriff and pirate deputy were alertly trying to locate its source within moments. It didn’t take long, even with the gathering shadows. Peeping around the corner of the lattice gate enclosing the front walk along Mrs. Sprat’s Bakery, it was Killian who located the pitiable, shivering culprit responsible for the troubling noises drawing their attention.

“Swan,” he breathed, barely audible in an effort not to startle the small creature he had already knelt and reached out towards. “Over here, Love.”

Having moved a few feet ahead in her search, Emma stood and came back toward her husband carefully, already aware from the tone of his voice - low and soothing - that he was trying not to frighten a terrified critter of some sort. “I’m here,” she answered quietly, crouching beside him to see into the flowering bush Killian had knelt beside. “What is it?”

Her sailor straightened slowly, pulling his hand and hooked arm back from where he’d reached into the bush, carefully cradling them against his chest with the small animal he had retrieved. In his care and gentility, the way he looked down at the terrified and shivering black puppy Emma could then see in his arms, she was reminded once more of one of the most compelling things she loved about this man who survived a life of harsh trial, challenge and pain. Though once lost and angry, seeking nothing more than his revenge followed by long-awaited death, the darkness her husband weathered alone for so long still had not darkened him permanently. The heart beneath was still tender and open to hope the moment he was offered a way to regain it, and it had made him into the very man who could love her with enough understanding, patience, depth and determination to indeed win her heart, just as he had once vowed.

He showed the same calm restraint in that moment as Emma watched his large, calloused hand stroke along the back of a trembling, undersized and scrawny little dog, and her heart swelled, loving him all the more for it.

“And just what has happened to you here, pup?” Killian murmured, rubbing the soft, silky ears soothingly as Emma leaned in closer to examine the young dog’s protruding ribs and dirt-caked legs and paws. The puppy’s large, soulful brown eyes turned on her as if already begging a piece of her own heart. She wasn’t any more anxious than Killian to turn the little guy loose in the night now that he was untangled from his thorny prison. Both of them could all too easily recall what it felt like to be hungry, cold, and abandoned in a world that felt much too large and uncaring to face.

Her husband’s clear blue eyes met hers over the small canine head between them, and Emma could only smile reassuringly at him, already certain the little guy was as good as theirs as soon as they could get him fed and back to health. “Come on, let’s get him home and cleaned up,” she urged, shivering a little the longer they stood out in the night air, a wistful smile on her face at the thought that maybe they had found an orphan of a different sort to give a home like both she and Killian longed for in their youth. “We’ll make sure he isn’t hurt beneath all that dirt and grime and see what a warm bed and good night’s sleep do for him.”

Killian nodded his assent; the two of them clearly of one mind, as they were quite startlingly often. True, they might find out tomorrow that someone was looking for the sweet little guy, but she still sensed they were bringing home a new member of the family.

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Such events began to repeat themselves rather quickly after that, though their next addition was of the human variety - a young man in the class below Henry, yet clever enough to be in his senior Calculus class - and took much more careful finesse on both of their parts to win over and make feel at ease.

Rolly (a name chosen much more from Emma and Henry’s teasing affection for his tipsy past self in their Back to the Future adventure than by Killian’s choice, though he had good naturedly accepted being outvoted) had only been an exuberant and adored member of their household for about a month in fact when Henry brought the new kid at his school home for dinner. As it turned out, Oliver was a holdover refuge from the Land of Untold Stories, and though he had found lodging with the fairy nuns in a spare room at the convent and took communal breakfasts and dinners with them before heading off to, and after returning from, school each day, many of his hours were spent either studying or roaming the park and woods of the town alone. 

Henry had run into Oliver one day down by the docks, and noticing the way the slightly younger guy watched the weekend sailors with the eye of a skilled pickpocket, and without too much effort in going through his storybook figured out whom the other teen might have been, Henry realized that he’d had a fair bit of experience at it in his former life. Introducing himself and offering the seat next to him on the bench and a share of his cheese fries from Granny’s with the pretext of asking Oliver what he thought of their teacher and the calculus class in general, had brought forth a genuine burst of conversation from the other boy and - Henry had hoped - forestalled the trouble the other young man might have gotten up to.

It seemed that once Henry had witnessed his parents’ incredibly soft hearts for outcasts in person (and having gained a pet out of it, was hardly going to complain) the Truest Believer had felt that they were the perfect people to lend a hand in the situation he had discovered as well, hence the dinner invitation. He came by his charitable outreach honestly - not just from Emma and Killian, but his whole family after all. When Oliver sat down to their table with them that first evening, they learned that while the boy was grateful for the Storybrooke convent’s willingness to feed and clothe him, to give him a room and bed to sleep in, it was a far cry from having a family of his own - something he never even remembered possessing - and a place where he could truly belong.

They learned little more from Sister Astrid when Emma approached her booth at the Miner’s Day festivities that weekend.  Not that the friendly young woman didn’t want to help, but none of them knew more than Oliver himself did, not even his last name. The secretary at the school had merely noticed at the end of the previous school year that he seemed to repeatedly be the first student to arrive at the high school building in the morning and one of the last to leave each afternoon - until it finally became clear he didn’t have anywhere else to go. This had lead to the sisters sponsoring his schooling and offering him a place to stay until he finished.

After that supper, which Oliver thanked them for inviting him to profusely, Emma could tell the young man was reluctant to leave. And yet she could also see he had pride enough not to want to seem needy; a mortifying motivator that she remembered all to well. She and Killian mulled their options for a bit, until one sunny Saturday Killian offered the teen a day’s work helping batten down his ship for the winter months. When he convinced Oliver to return to their house for supper that night, Emma could see long-dried tear tracks on the boy’s face and sensed in Killian’s bearing that his own soul had been bared as well. It was clear the two of them understood each other in a deeper way from their day spent together on the Jolly. When they broached the topic of his living with them for the rest of his senior year and until he decided what he wished to do after, it was clear her husband’s way with words and the heart had allowed this young man who had already charmed them both to accept without feeling shamed or beholden. 

Henry had been thrilled, as had Rolly, since the prospect of someone else to throw sticks and take him for walks pleased the lab mix as little else could. Though Oliver only stayed with them for a little over a year, it allowed their son to feel as if he had gotten to experience having a sibling as he had always wanted, and he enjoyed every moment he got with his foster brother. When Oliver wrote them from his dorm room at the college of his choice, he closed with the best words he could possibly have given Emma and Killian. “...You both provided me the haven I had been missing - the first place I ever felt I belonged until now, settled in at the second. I’ve found where I’m meant to be, and I never would have if not for the two of you.”

They missed their temporary second son, even if he did occasionally come back to visit, but as the weeks and months and years went by, Rolly and Oliver proved to be only the beginning.

Tagging a few who may enjoy, besides the above folks who helped:  @jennjenn615 @searchingwardrobes @whimsicallyenchantedrose @hollyethecurious @thisonesatellite @drowned-dreamer @ilovemesomekillianjones @thislassishooked @resident-of-storybrooke @winterbaby89 @therooksshiningknight @spartanguard @laschatzi

[bethacaciakay]

Mad, Prosperous Foresters

This is a snippet of my CSSS present to @snowbellewells this year. Thank you so much for being a good sport despite my work schedule and being sick right after Christmas getting in the way. This work is inspired by the movie, Crazy Rich Asians. The rest will be posted on AO3 as soon as I’m able.

Killian Jones thought his life was done with springing surprises on him after being honorably discharged from the Royal Navy and started up his own coffeeshop/bookshop called, “The Rolly Joger” in New York City. Only that was before he met Emma Swan, a young woman who overtime became a regular in his shop by ordering one hot cocoa with cinnamon in her morning rush and again in the evening when she was in less of a hurry. Over the next few months, he learned about how Emma had moved to New York in hopes of being a police officer, which is also where NYU and the New York Police Academy is. She hates asking for help of any kind, even if it meant going out the door on a sprained ankle, which Killian prided in being able to reason with her to let him help at least once. That once became twice in a few months when it came to Christmas shopping for her family friends in town. Thankfully for both of them, twice grew frequenters in terms of, “The small things became the big things,” and somewhere in between that time, they became best friends.

The day Killian found out Emma cared deeply about him was when she came for her evening dose of cocoa goodness when she purchased several classic literature collectors items he’d been meaning to get for awhile but never got around to it. When he asked who they were for, she answered nonchalantly, “They’re for a special someone who’s become an important fixture in my life overtime and I want them to know that when I give ‘em these.” He just finished bagging everything when Emma rushed out the door after paying. “Wait, Swan! You have to give these to your special someone first!” She simply turned around with a brilliant smile and stated as though it was obvious, “I already did,” and walked away. That was also the day Killian realized he was falling in love with Emma and falling hard.

A year after they meet, Emma nearly falls apart about having to get another student loan for her to finish and graduate from NYU. She stated explicitly how she dreaded asking her parents for their help financially because it would mean she wasn’t as capable as she thought and she’d become unable to solve this problem with just her. Killian didn’t have much to say about that except that accepting help from others who aren’t family doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. After giving Emma several reassuring hugs, he has to run several errands and leaves his best friend, Belle in charge of the Rolly Joger until his return. Several weeks later, Emma’s furious when she calls her parents asking why a mysteriously large sum of money appeared in her bank account, to which they both answered was not from either of them and both asked her when she was coming back home, to which she answers when she thinks about it. Emma investigates into this and tracks down the account number to Jones, which leads her to meet Liam and Elsa Jones, who turn out to be Killian’s brother and sister-in-law. The couple piece everything together in front of Emma and explain how Killian loves sailing as well as using it as a coping mechanism for what happened to him during his time in the Navy, for which he was honorably discharged. When Killian asked to borrow Liam’s boat, the Jewel of the Realm, he explained that he sold his boat, the Jolly Roger to help someone who needed it and mustn’t know. Emma starts putting the puzzle together and politely excuses herself. She goes to Killian’s apartment and begins knocking on the door until he answers with a surprised smile. She asks in a small tone, “You sold your ship for me?” Killian’s smile morphs into a seldom expression as he nods his head and confirms, “Aye.” This simple yet meaningful confession gives Emma the courage to gently take his face in between her hands and pulls him into the best kiss of her life. She feels this wonderful man stiffen then return her affections in full force and wraps his arms around her. “That was…” he breathes out heavily after parting for air, “Absolutely not a one-time thing,” Emma finishes with a grin and a giddy tone in her voice, then giggles, freaking giggles as she pulls Killian in for a bear hug because he’s become someone she could have a future she didn’t know she could have before she met him.

[onlywritings]

The only phase that I miss the most is childhood. It was so free and so relaxed phase of life. No studies, no tension nothing. The studies was to only learn poems with those actions that one would always love. And maybe Twinkle twinkle little star was the only rhyme that had the favourite ones. Everybody remembers things from their childhood and remembers most of it. The first day of preschool was when we couldn't clutch our hands off mother's duppatta. We had to cry in the whole first lesson but still those teachers always treated like we were their kids too. We had so many friends in school and slowly we just held mother's hand till the gate and then waved and ran inside. The field trips and the picnics, the one day inside a water tub and even the annual shows where many of us would discover the talents we had may it be dancing or singing or acting. It was a whole jolly experience. We never even had used phone till the 5th standard because we mostly had friends to play with after school but the kids now cant even keep their eyes off their tablets. We used to play so many games like hopscotch, hide and sheek, stop and party and many more. Whenever we look at those pictures or videos from the childhood we go into that phase where there was no stress and less studies but more play. We would have been the most active then. Even those little houses we had in preschool were most comfortable and fun to play in. Snatching others toy's and the morning prayers we had. The rolly polly's we did and the classroom pictures that we clicked where atleast one cried or one didn't sit. Living in that phase is what many of us are wishing right now. . . - Shruti Thakkar #writingprompts #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writersofmumbai #childhood https://www.instagram.com/p/CC_AxpgH8G3/?igshid=cx1tkdiqwsco