#Soon ill be able to remember all the things i want to add....

[buwheal]

(for the creator) i really like the small details you put in your art! i think a lot of spamton artists forget that spamton can gain some control over his own speech by speaking slowly/saying one word at a time when it's important. (like you did with a recent post lol)

WAUUGHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! Theres so so much that i try to include (although i may forget some.. like his consistent glitching) BUT i really really REALLY appreciate it when people notice those details!!! ^_^ I make a point of like,, studying his speech and his speech quirks often to try and make it as accurate as i can!!! Esp things like his behaviors regarding speech!!!!! wahhhggh ty ty ty again!!!!!!

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Cramps | D.M

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco takes care of you whilst you’re on your period.

Request: Yes

w/c: 1.1K

You groaned once more as you rolled over in bed, grabbing hold of your covers and bringing them above your head to try and muffle the sound of your roommates talking. On most days, you’d be right there alongside them, complaining about your most recent potions assignment  and gossipping about who is taking who to the upcoming Yule ball. But today, all you wanted to do was lay in bed, curl up in a ball, and die; any means of escape necessary to help ease the pain that was going on in your uterus.

It was already noon, and you were still in bed. You had no plans on leaving soon, even if it meant sacrificing your weekend trip to Hogsmeade that you had been planning for the past few weeks. Your friends only giving you looks of sympathy, as they started grabbing hold of all their things, getting ready to leave for the day.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” One of the girls asked you, as the group started heading for the door.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you squeak out, “I don’t think it’s going to get any better any time soon. Can you just tell Draco I’m not going?” 

They give you a small nod as they close the door behind them. The room finally silent after a full morning of chatter, at last you could take a nap. 

You bury yourself deeper into your sheets as you try and find a more comfortable position. The warmth of the blankets hugging your body as you found yourself drifting further and further into sleep. Nothing could disturb you now.

Nothing except for Draco that is.

The door flung open, a loud bang ricocheting off the walls, as he rushed over to your side. A worried look plastered on his face as he went to put his palm on your forehead. A look of confusion now taking over once he realized you weren’t actually ill. 

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked, going in to give you a kiss on the cheek, “the girls told me that you were sick so I decided to stay behind as well. But you don’t seem ill.” 

You didn’t know whether to be angry at him for disturbing you, or appreciative of the fact that he cared about your well-being. You sat yourself up from the bed, a cramp hitting you as you did so, causing you to let out a little yelp in pain and clutch your stomach. Draco gave you a look of sympathy as he realized what was wrong.

“I’m not sick Draco,” you let him know, “just on my period.” 

He let out a small hum and gave you a gentle kiss on the nose. It was days like these that you were thankful for the blonde, mean-eyed, Slytherin boy that you were able to call your boyfriend. It was no surprise to you as to why so many people saw Draco as cold, you weren’t a stranger to his rude remarks and cold glances, but thankfully throughout your years at Hogwarts, Draco and you managed to develop a strong and unbreakable bond. One that gave him the confidence to show you this soft side of him, and for this you were grateful.

So, by routine, the boy got up from your side and started heading out the door. 

“I’ll be back with your tea and a pumpkin pastry.” He put his hand to the knob and started stepping out.

“Wait!” You interrupted. He turned around and gave you a confused look. It became habitual for him to get you tea and sweets whenever you were sick or during your period, and usually you were okay with him leaving you for just a few minutes.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, just, for the tea,” you hid a shy smile in midst of his concerned gaze, “just remember to add honey and tw–”

“Two sugarcubes, but not the ones from the first cabinet, the ones hidden behind the ugly flower vase near the window.” He finished your sentence. It was such a small and silly thing to be flustered about, especially since it is something that happens so often, but right now, all you could think about was the fact that he was in your room taking care of you and that he remembered how you like your tea. 

“I’d be a terrible boyfriend if I didn’t remember. I’ll be back soon, my sweet.” He came back up next to you and gave you a kiss, turning around and then finally exiting the room.

—-

Twenty minutes later your boyfriend finally returned. In his hands your tea, some sweets, and one of his sweaters. He gave you a flashy grin as he came to your side, placing the things down on your bedside table. 

“Drink this,” he handed you the tea, “It will make you feel better.” 

You grab hold of the small cup and start drinking it. Groaning and trying to resist the urge to curl up into a fetal position every few moments from the constant cramping. “Thank you Dray, but I don’t think the pain is going to go away soon.” 

The boy took the now empty cup and set it aside. He pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear as he went to lay down next to you. Peppering your face with kisses as you laughed in between, almost forgetting about the ache. “Is it really that bad?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You let out sweetly, bringing yourself close to him to try and capture some of his warmth. He smelt of mint and mahogany, a scent that you knew all too well. The boy grabbed the sweater from your bedside and handed it to you, watching as you put it over your tank top. He grabbed hold of your hands and started rolling up the sleeves.

“Then,” he finally finished rolling the sleeves and gave you a small kiss, “I guess I will stay with you until you feel better.” 

“Even if it’s for the rest of the week?” You asked him, taking notice of how soft his gaze has become. 

He closed the small remaining space between you. Both of your bodies glued together as he hummed your favorite song into your ear. Forgetting about your missed Hogsmeade trip, as well as the Pumpkin Pastries that were now going cold on your bedside, he responded,

“Especially if it means the rest of the week.” 

And you didn’t doubt his words for a second.

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[mj-iza-writer]

I’ve been thinking about vampire hunter x lab vampire whumpee.

Imagine caretaker killing vampires all their life but suddenly decided to research vampires to better hunt them. Caretaker finally capturing whumpee, Fortunately whumpee is one of those good vampires. Caretaker of course doesn’t know this and just assumes whumpee is one of the evil vampires. Whumpee trying to explain to caretaker that they’re innocent but they’re muzzled so they can’t say anything, Even then caretaker doesn’t actively hurt whumpee outside of researching

Anyways its find to hard a trope where vampire hunters are caretakers. The last time i’ve seen vampire hunter caretaker are from ash & callum but even the author stopped updating.

So i want to thank you for doing this ask and remember to take care of yourself💛

I am so sorry about how long this took. I didn't like how the first story was going, so I rewrote it. I really hope you enjoy. Thankyou for the request as well.

Caretaker had requested for one of their friends to trap a vampire for them to study while they were recovering from a recent illness.

They had hoped to get back to the hunt as soon as they could, but this illness was lasting to long. They figured the next best thing would be to study one and help the hunt.

Their friend smirked while they rolled the box into Caretaker's study.

"You're package is here", their friend slammed it down roughly.

"Grayson, be careful with my new lab rat", Caretaker rolled in quickly.

"Sorry, they've been a little annoying in there, so I thought I'd shake them up a little", Grayson slammed down on the box.

Caretaker rolled around and looked it over.

"How are you feeling?", Grayson looked at them worriedly.

"It's still in me. I really wish it would give me back my legs at least", Caretaker sighed as they moved their wheelchair around.

"Well you get some cool wheels", Grayson started to pull nails out of the box to open it, "when you get back out to hunting, we can add an engine or rockets to your chair", Grayson chuckled, "you'd be able to catch those vampires then."

"I don't know about that", Caretaker smiled.

"Well this is your vampire... they got a little banged up while I was capturing them", Grayson finally pulled the side of the box away to reveal the vampire.

Caretaker looked in and saw them tied in a kneeling position. They seemed to be squinting in the new lighting.

"I'd say you roughed them up quite a bit", Caretaker studied them closely.

"They're a fighter, so be warned. Get help if you need them to be moved", Grayson reached in and grabbed at the vampire.

"Stop fighting me", Grayson smacked at them when the vampire pulled away.

Caretaker watched as Grayson strapped the vampire to a metal table in the lab.

"I just plan on keeping them strapped to that for now", Caretaker watched as the vampire fought against the restraints. Muffled screams and what seemed to be curses exited its gagged mouth. "They won't get out of it, and it has wheels so I can wheel them around, plus it's the perfect height for me."

"Still be careful", Grayson warned, "they will take advantage of you if they get a chance."

Caretaker nodded, "come on, I got money for your troubles."

"No no, consider it a gift", Grayson smirked up at the vampire, who was staring angrily at them both, "one less vampire out their. Plus, you may learn some things that will help us hunters."

"I have to give you something for your troubles. You look about as banged up as they do", Caretaker looked them up and down.

"Well if you insist... I am hungry, and I know you are a great cook", Grayson made a sly smile, "I would love a meal."

"I can do that, this way to the kitchen", Caretaker started to push their wheelchair forward, but was surprised when Grayson started to help them.

"Are you okay if I give you a hand?", Grayson saw their surprise and stopped.

"Yes that would be great", Caretaker nodded, "thankyou."

The vampire started to squirm on the table again when they saw them leaving the room.

"Just stay their", Grayson ordered, "Caretaker will be back to deal with you later."

The vampire looked around the room nervously.

"Why is all of this happening?", they whispered into the gag.

The vampire gasped as a knife was sliced along their arm.

"Amazing that you feel it, but there is no blood", Caretaker sighed.

"Hmm-himph", the vampire mumbled into the gag.

"What's that?", Caretaker grinned, "do want the gag taken off?"

The vampire quickly nodded and looked at them longingly.

"How about later when I'm finished with you", Caretaker mocked, "maybe I'll let you plead for it later."

Caretaker made another cut in a different area, then came back to the first.

"Where did it go?", Caretaker took a closer look.

The vampire strained to look at their arm, then glared at Caretaker.

Caretaker looked at the second cut and found it to had vanished.

"Amazing.... you can heal that quickly?", Caretaker studied them.

The vampire made a quirk jerk, causing Caretaker role back quickly.

Caretaker looked up and saw the slight smirk on the vampire's face.

"Oh you have jokes, hmm", Caretaker frowned, "we'll here is your prize... you get no blood tonight."

The vampire's smirk disappeared.

"Exactly... let's see how fast that healing factor works when your blood reserves are diminished", Caretaker smiled evilly, "exciting isn't it?"

The vampire started to thrash on the table.

"Yep, get it all out before you go into storage", Caretaker rolled away.

Caretaker came back once the vampire settled on the table again.

"You're finally done?", Caretaker sighed.

Whumpee nodded weakly and made made a tired gasp.

"I suppose we can take the gag out of your mouth now", Caretaker reached up to undo it.

Caretaker watched as the vampire stretched and closed its mouth a few times.

"Do you.... do you torture all of your prisoners before you know anything about them? I would at least like to know the name of a person before I stabbed them", the vampire glared.

"So I suppose you get the name of every neck you bite then", Caretaker locked their wheelchair into place.

"I know all of the people that feed me, because I have human friends that help me", the vampire frowned, "I'm less of a monster than you and your buddy Grayson."

"Really contemplating putting the gag back in your mouth now", Caretaker frowned, "are you always this annoying?"

"Oh yeah, I don't like what you're saying so let's just stuff a scarf down your throat", the vampire argued, "typical hunter."

"Typical vampire to think their opinion matters", Caretaker prided.

Caretaker started to think about which cell they wanted to use during a silent moment.

"It's Whumpee, by the way."

"Hmm?", Caretaker hummed as they weren't paying attention.

"My name is Whumpee", the vampire repeated, "in case you want to use some sort of decency while interacting with me."

"Why would I want to be decent with you, blood sucker?", Caretaker frowned.

"I don't know.... just a thought", Whumpee looked down over themself, at least as far as they could see.

"Well stop thinking", Caretaker started to roll away, "I'm going to make sure your cell is ready for you."

Whumpee waited for them to leave before they looked around the room for some way out.

"Bingo", Whumpee whispered as they noticed the tables had a button release for the restraints, "hunters are so stupid."

They could hear the squeak in Caretaker's wheelchair getting close.

'I will learn a few things about this one before I escape', Whumpee decided to themself.

"So then what's you name", Whumpee studied the halls while the table was pushed to their cell.

"Why do you want to know?", Caretaker stated gruffly.

"Just wanted to know what to call you... that's it....geesh", Whumpee frowned, "I'm really not the enemy here, you know. I get my blood from willing friends. I haven't attacked a single human besides when your friend attacked me tonight. I'm actually rea...."

"Do you ever stop talking?", Caretaker questioned harshly.

"Sorry", Whumpee whispered.

The next night Caretaker slammed the cell door opened.

"I have decided to autopsy you open today", Caretaker announced gleefully.

"Like hell you will", Whumpee used their telekinesis to hit the button to unlock their restraints.

Caretaker quickly slammed the cell bars shut before Whumpee could get out.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?", Caretaker yelled.

"Freaking surviving, you idiot", Whumpee yelled back, "I'd rather not be cut open, thanks."

"I was joking", Caretaker frowned, "what, can't take a joke?"

"Not one like that... I don't know what you want from me. You've already cut into me twice", Whumpee knelt on one knee while still on the table, "I'm not chancing it."

Grayson was called back in to gain control of the vampire.

"Do you have a table that doesn't have an unlocking system like that?", Grayson questioned while they held Whumpee's head down against the floor.

Whumpee tried to squirm out of their grip, but Grayson was definitely stronger at this very moment.

Whumpee resorted to yelling curses atbthem both.

"I have a chair, but it's not mobile", Caretaker frowned, "it's in the lab."

Whumpee was restrained and pushed forward by Grayson.

Whumpee limped weakly and tiredly. They were using too much of their blood reserve to try to heal everything again.

Grayson got them situated into the chair, and left soon after. They still had a few hits before morning.

"Please.... I-I need blood", Whumpee whispered.

"After that?", Caretaker yelled, "are you that bold?"

"I was... just trying to... survive", Whumpee whispered, "you'd... do the same."

"You get no blood", Caretaker turned their chair and rolled away.

Whumpee leaned forward in the chair. Their blood reserve was gone, and any injuries sustained now. Wouldn't be healed.

'I have to behave', Whumpee told themself, 'and hope for mercy.'

Caretaker left Whumpee alone for the rest of the night and went to fall asleep.

Whumpee also fell asleep... this was the first time they had fallen asleep in years. They were too weak to keep their eyes open.

"Wake up."

Whumpee felt someone smacking at their cheek semi gently.

"Mmm", Whumpee moaned as they opened their eyes.

"I didn't know vampire slept", Caretaker rolled away once they saw Whumpee was awake.

"They do when their blood reserve is low", Whumpee kept their head lowered.

"How are you so low already... I was planning on a few days", Caretaker reached for a scalpel.

"My friends were out of town... I haven't fed for a few nights. I was on my way to see them when your friend kidnapped me", Whumpee saw the scalpel out of the corner of their eye and tried to pull away, "I can't heal anything you do to me... please have mercy. I haven't done anything to deserve your torment."

"You're a vampire... you deserve all of this", Caretaker sliced at Whumpee's arm.

Whumpee gasped again and looked away.

Caretaker let them sit for a few minutes, then came back.

"It may have healed a little, but not as well as yesterday", Caretaker documented the findings.

"If I behave.... can... will.... may I have some blood... please?", Whumpee whispered.

"We'll see", Caretaker looked up at them.

Whumpee held their head lower again.

After lunch, Caretaker came back into the lab and frowned at the vampire.

"Vampires can go a while without feeding.... why are you so desperate", Caretaker questioned.

"The truth is my friends moved far away from here a year or so ago. They said they would come back to the old place to feed me every once in a while. They've never returned, and I haven't fed in a long time. I was going to check again when I was kidnapped", Whumpee admitted, "I've checked nightly in hopes they would be there to help me like I've helped them in the past."

"You seriously haven't fed in that long?", Caretaker actually made a concerned face.

"No", Whumpee whispered, "I haven't."

"Hmm, I didn't know you bloodsuckers could have so much control over yourselves", Caretaker checked a few shelves, "if I must, I must... can't let you die on my watch."

Caretaker drew some of their own blood and, with shaky hands, lifted it to Whumpee's lips.

Whumpee took a few gulps before making a strange face.

"What?", Caretaker frowned.

"Visit your doctor and ask to be checked for ataxia-pancytopenia. I've tasted blood like this before, you're short red blood cells. It's a neurological condition that affects tissue and other parts of the cerebellum. This would explain your wheelchair and movement issue. It's rare, but I've had blood like this before", Whumpee frowned.

Caretaker did some research and was interested to find they did indeed show most of the symptoms.

Whumpee was allowed to sit in a cell for the time being. Caretaker didn't feel safe yet to let Whumpee roam free, but Whumpee had earned enough trust to not be tied down.

Whumpee sat back into the shadows of the cell. All they could think about was if they were wrong. Wrong for telling their captor about an illness. Or gave a wrong diagnosis. Their captor would be mad if they were wrong.

Footprints came from down the hall.

Whumpee cowarded back as deep as the wall allowed.

"No, not you again", Whumpee whispered as Grayson stopped at their cell's entrance, "I'm being good... I promise."

"Are you really?", Grayson smirked evilly.

Whumpee quickly nodded.

"Well that's a shock", Grayson chuckled, "relax, I'm not here to hurt you. Caretaker asked if I'd do them a favor for your health's sake. Their blood isn't able to sustain you, so once a month, I will donate some blood to feed you. It's starting right now with this serving. Caretaker asked me to bring it to you as they had to go to their doctors appointment for results."

Whumpee watched nervously as Grayson brought a full cup of red fluid from behind their back. The air they sniffed was full of fresh blood.

"Th-thats for me?", Whumpee asked timidly.

"Well I'm certainly not going to drink it. You're the only blood sucker here", Grayson sarcastically asked, "do you want it or not?"

Whumpee nodded nervously.

"Then come get it", Grayson slid the cup through the bars, "I'm not opening your cell."

Whumpee got up on their knees and quickly inched to the offered cup.

They took it with shaky hands and started to gulp it down.

"Th-thankyou", Whumpee took a second, "I appreciate you being willing to feed me."

"Well you may be saving my friend.... they've been dealing with this for a few months. I'm thankful you may have given them a new lead to investigate. Hopefully they will get help now", Grayson leaned against the cell bars, "even if they won't be able to hunt again. They will be able to study you and help the rest of us. Though I'm sure you don't like the idea of us hunting your kind."

"Vampires don't really think like that. Some of us have family units to take care of each other. Many don't... less vampires mean less competition. If you're weak you should avoid hunters and the higher powered fiends. They will typical protect you, but send you out as bate. If you're more powered you should get some dumb young vamps to have under your wing. Teach them, but use them as bate", Whumpee frowned at the empty cup, "over all your safer with less vampire's around you. You hunters actually help is emmensly."

"Huh..  never really thought about that", Grayson admitted, "I guess you all would have more competition if we weren't regularly hunting. The smarter, stronger ones know how to avoid us. The weaker maybe newer ones don't have that knowledge yet... they fall into a desperate attempt to learn with an older one, and that could be their undoing. Now I'm curious.... where do you fall in line with that?"

"Desperate loner... with friends who didn't hold up their part of the deal after I helped them", Whumpee stood this time and carried the cup back to Grayson, "I am on the stronger side in the vampire world. I've been one for a while, and only survived on the kindness of others who have fed me. You don't have to be the monster others think and say you are."

"Hmm", Grayson took the cup.

"I am willing to help you both as long as I am respected and taken care of", Whumpee looked into Grayson's eyes, "I'll allow whatever humane test you want to run on me even. I've been alive long enough to not care anymore."

Grayson chuckled, "I'll talk to Caretaker and get back to you."

Whumpee tucked themself back into the corner of their cell, and actually found themself comfortable enough to fall alseep again.

"Wake up."

Whumpee woke up to someone opening their cell again.

"Rest in peace doesn't mean anything to the both of you does it", Whumpee frowned at Grayson.

"You can rest when you're dead", Grayson waved handcuffs.

"I am dead", Whumpee frowned, "you don't need those, I won't fight you."

"Settles my mind when I see vampires in chains", Grayson smirked.

"Sounds like you're a sadist then", Whumpee smirked back, but lifted their arms to allow the handcuffs to be placed, "whatever makes the big bad hunter relieved."

"You said you'd work with us, didn't you?", Grayson frowned, "I just hear complaining."

"I did say I'd work with you... I didn't say anything about not being sarcastic about it", Whumpee turned to allow Grayson to cuff them behind their back, "it's part of my charm."

Whumpee was led to the lab where Caretaker waited.

"My results are in, and you were right. My doctor hadn't even considered that disorder and was surprised by the results. I am being put on a care regime to help with symptoms. It's taken months to get answers, and with a drink of my blood, you knew exactly what it was."

"Vampires are good at finding health problems. I know one vampire who teamed up with a doctor. They would always take an extra vile of blood so the vampire could taste it. Many patients were diagnosed within a month or less", Whumpee smiled, "that doctor was very popular in their life, and very smart to use a vampire in such. The vampire was happy as well. They had a constant supply of blood to feed on. Another example of a good vampire."

"Speaking of which... Grayson told me a little of what you talked about earlier. Since this is my lab, I make the final decision. We can talk later on what request you might have to make yourself more comfortable here. I think it sounds like a fair deal. That is if you are okay with it still. Like I said, we can talk later and go over what would work."

Whumpee nodded, "that sounds like a deal."

Later Caretaker walked past the lab and saw Whumpee looking at some of their tools.

Whumpee turned and saw them watching.

"Tools have changed so much since the old days", Whumpee grinned, then turned back to look more.

"Yes I suppose so", Caretaker nodded as they came closer, "some are just as barbaric as they were in old medicine though.

Whumpee nodded.

"No worries though... as agreed upon, by your request and our contract. These tools will be used for studying. No harm will come to you outside of what you are comfortable with", Caretaker smiled, "come on, I have your room ready. I managed to make it dark enough for you."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou."

"Let's get started then", Caretaker grinned.

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[jaskierx]

[CW for discussion of severe mental illness (PTSD) and suicide]

I want to add my perspective to the conversation about canyon people picking and choosing which disability rep is worth telling. It’s really offensive to me because I’m mentally disabled so it feels like these people are glossing over the mental illness rep in the show.

I hesitate because i do not want to seem like I’m chastising people for acknowledging the physical disability rep. OFMD has better physical disability rep than any show I’ve seen, while I’ve seen many shows with mentally ill characters. I also do not want to give credit where credit is not due, because ultimately these characters don’t have any diagnosed mental disabilities. However, I don’t think that that subtracts from the representation because 1)the show obviously takes place before many mental health diagnoses that we have now did,2) even if those diagnoses did exist, the crew would not be able to access them, and 3) I think the show is clearly trying to tell us that characters are suffering from PTSD, or at the very least struggling to process a traumatic event, they just don’t have the words to describe it as such.

Many characters exhibit what would today be classified as symptoms of a psychiatric disorder. In this fandom we often joke about that, especially Ed’s (which is more than okay), but I also want to appreciate the way that season 2 deals with the trauma of the kraken era. They freak out and have flashbacks over blindfolds and birthday cakes because of what they’ve been through. They have interpersonal conflicts due to differing ways of processing the trauma and not seeing eye to eye on each others own unique experience (Lucius and Pete come to mind). Lucius takes up smoking to cope with the pain. Ed dissociates (I think, because he doesn’t remember wanting to have a talent show) and is literally suicidal, first passively (“you mean curl up into a ball and die?”) and then actively (the whole storm thing). He also turns to using drugs to self medicate.

Anyway sorry for the novel I just wanted to add my perspective because this show means a lot to me as someone who’s mentally disabled and I want to know if anyone else with a mental disability feels the same/differently.

no don't apologise this is a really good point!

i've posted about it a few times and so has glam and several other people whose links i don't have to hand but the depiction of ed's mental illness and his suicidality is fucking spot on and the show absolutely deserves all the praise it gets for that

especially because it's quite possibly the first show i've ever seen that depicts suicidality in a way that manages to be accurate without being pitying and manages to be hopeful without romanticising the issue. the show brings ed to his lowest point and then shows him being helped to come back from that by people who love him. it tells us that there's always a way for things to get better and that you can get there by yourself but it's easier if you have help, and it tells us that this help is available because there is always going to be someone waiting for you even if you doubt that. it never shows ed as 'cured'. it never shows stede being angry with ed for his symptoms. when lucius suggests that ed might just be 'broken', stede very quickly shuts him down and the show makes it clear that the narrative is on stede's side here.

and all of this just doesn't get brought up by izzy stans. discussion of mental illness portrayal tends to be one of the following:

ignoring ed's arc altogether to focus on izzy's suicide attempt and his 'i want to go' line while he's on his deathbed (and in a massively different place to where he was in s2e2) and using this to pretend that the show's message is 'disabled queer people deserve to die' (yes unfortunately this is a take i have seen with my own two eyes)

writing ed's arc off as an example of 'magic dick' and using this to pretend that he was fine as soon as he got stede back

ignoring ed's arc completely and instead insisting that he's a violent serial killer and abuser with anger issues who traumatised the crew and will inevitably physically abuse stede and kill all their inn's customers

ignoring all portrayals of mental illness completely because they will deliberately downplay the disability of every other disabled character in order to centre izzy

the canyon will bend over backwards to centre izzy and to view the entire show through a lens where he is their longsuffering protagonist who can do no wrong and it's led them to ignore so much of what makes the show great

[theartofwriting3]

I Remember Everything

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Y/n ends up at the Garrison after a very hard few months and runs into an old friend *wink wonk*

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, mentions of child loss, Tommy being Tommy, Y/n being…well Y/n, brief mention of smut (nothing actually happens though), Country music

A/n: I said I would post this like…a week ago but I forgot I had some stuff going on and shit. And then I forgot this existed. Please excuse how shitty and kind of short it is, I kind of suck.

It wasn’t long before the pub started clearing out, Y/n halfway drowned in whiskey and her memories. She didn’t even realize who was pouring her drinks anymore, or that it wasn’t the original bartender that was pouring shot after shot of scotch in her whiskey glass for the last hour.

“Think you’ve had enough, eh?” The bartender said, reaching to grab her glass.

“I’ve had enough when I throw my money up here and walk out of this pub.” she looked up at him and immediately, her entire demeanor changed. “Fuck are you doing, eh? Bartending? What happened to the whole…”

“So you’re not drunk enough to not notice me…”

“Sadly, no.” Y/n shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. “Haven’t seen you since you left for the war.” Five years. He left for the war five long, miserable years ago. She never truly got over it, being left alone like that with the small chance of him coming back.

“Haven’t seen you since you left with the kid…didn’t expect to see you here alone anytime soon.” Thomas poured himself a glass, then poured her another.

“Neither did I…” She downed it without question as he lit a cigarette. He offered her a smoke, and she obliged, taking the first puff from it and blowing it out through her nose.

Again, another truth she didn’t want to admit. She never planned on coming back here. Having not heard from Thomas in so long, she thought he was dead. She resented this place, afraid of the memories it might have brought back for her. Afraid that she wouldn’t be able to let them go.

“You never answered my question? What happened with the whole business thing, running around here like a fucking gangster and all that?”

“Still do it, but I have to keep a few side gigs to seem less suspicious, eh?” He wasn’t wrong. He was clever, intelligent enough to actually try, add succeed covering up his tracks…most of the time, at least.

“So why are you here?” She didn’t want to answer that question, for she had been avoiding it since everything happened. “Somebody watching Willy?”

That was his nickname for William, Y/n’s son. Just the thought of his nickname brought back the memories of when Tommy would help her with him. How he would teach him things, take him places, all of that, just to give Y/n a little break. There were a few times William asked her if Tommy was his father. She told him no, because he wasn’t, but he would still slip and call him “dad” a few times.

She didn’t want to tell Tommy about what had happened, knowing it would probably hurt him too. Not as much as it had hurt her though.

“Y/n? Where’s Willy?”

She gave in.

“Dead, Thomas. He’s dead.” Her words were soft spoken, but in a mournful way. It hasn’t been two months since she woke up to her ill son cold in her arms, his heart stopped. She just wanted the memories of it to be gone already. Her reply made the man freeze, putting down his glass and looking at her, his eyes laced with worry.

“Why didn’t you come here sooner?”

“Thomas, no amount of fuckin money would have saved him, alright? No trip to this filth hole would have made him any better. What would be the fuckin point?”

“I could have helped-”

“He wasn’t your fucking son!”

“Yeah well I fucking felt like he was!” His sudden change in tone made her jump slightly, wishing she hadn’t yelled at him over the whole thing.

William was, however, like a son to Tommy. On multiple occasions, the boy would ask his mother “Can he be my father?” and she would never answer. She didn’t know what to say, her son wanting her good friend to be his dad, and the man already treating him like a son. She made sure to scold the boy when he would ask Tommy, only to have him laugh it off.

“Thomas…” she murmurs, and he reaches out and brushes his knuckles against hers.

“Don’t try saying sorry…because it’s fine.” At this point, they dropped the whole conversation about William, preventing further argument.

By the time she had finished another drink, he had caught up to her, just each other's presence bringing back the memories before the war. They weren’t bad, but they were something to drink over so you would forget about them. Forget about the whole reason the two weren’t being comfortable with each other like you used to.weren’t all happy and comfortable with each other like they used to be.

That wasn’t, however, the only good memory they tried to drown out, the two of them. Between raising her son together, there were things no amount of whiskey, scotch or Irish, could drown from the back of their memories.

The mix of their warm breaths and pants, the rustling of bed sheets in the dead of night. None of it was all that bad, but she had tried everything to forget the brush of his rough hands on her bare skin. He’d drank everything he could find for the longest time to try and forget the taste of her lips and the soft sound of his name when it slipped past them.

The silence between them was loud and irritating. One had hoped the other would speak, but nothing was said. That is, until Thomas spoke up.

“You know, I still remember it all.”

“All of what?” She pulled her hand away.

“That night before I left for the war…five years ago.” He trailed off, putting out the cigarette from earlier and lighting another. She sighed and pushed her glass away, running her hand through her hair.

“I try not to remember it…” She mumbled.

“Why is that?” A stupid question, really. A stupid, yet frequent question. She answered anyways.

“Never thought I would see you again…” It was part of the truth; with the way the war had gone, she never thought he would come out sane, let alone come back from the war at all. She never expected to see him ever again. The rest of the reason was that she didn’t think he would want her after the war. Hell, she didn’t think he wanted her at all, even as they lay together in his bed all those years ago.

Thomas had noticed she wasn’t saying the entire truth to the reason, and he sighed. “I thought of you…every single day I was out there. There wasn’t a single moment you didn’t cross my mind.”

Y/n felt her heart swell, a bit of hope in her eyes as he spoke. She felt her mind was at ease now, more at ease than the alcohol had made it.

“Every damn day I spent in that hell hole…you got me out of it.” He leaned against the bar, trying to get her to meet his gaze.

She drank some more, smiling softly- something she hadn’t done in a long time.

“There’s that smile…” Tommy murmured, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile as well.

“What?”

“You only smile like that when you’re drinking.”

“Oh, so you remember the night before you left, and how I smile when I’m the slightest bit drunk?” She teases, her smile turning to a smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I remember everything. Do you not?”

“I wish I didn’t, but I do. I remember it all.” Tommy passed her the cigarette, watching closely as she took a long drag from it. She leaned her head back and blew the smoke out through her nose. She passed it back to him and he took a smoke before stubbing it out.

At this point, they were multiple drinks in, reliving the stories of their past. Thomas just kept pouring and pouring, and they kept drinking and drinking. Until finally, the the bottle was empty, not a drop left. Tommy had offered to open another bottle, but she declined. She had got off the stool shakily, dizzy from the amount of alcohol she had. She then started to dig through her purse.

“Ah, keep the money. Don’t want you going broke already.” Tommy stopped her.

“It would be stupid of me not to pay you for something.”

Tommy just shook his head and came out from behind the bar. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her forehead gently. “You’ve payed me enough.”

With that, they both left the pub, Y/n stumbling with every step. They went their separate ways, once again. Y/n felt a weight on her chest, getting heavier with every step she took away from him. The same weight she ended up there to drink away. Her mind was racing with thoughts of if they’d ever see each other again, if they’d truly lost each other. She wanted to turn back and run to him. She wanted to. But she didn’t. She kept walking, and walking. The weight never left, nor did she think it would ever leave.

It never did

[artsyaech]

going into next year, remember to keep fighting for disability and mental health rights!

[PT: going into next year, remember to keep fighting for disability and mental health rights!]

remember to:

put image IDs and plain-text on posts

tag eyestrain and flash warnings (DO NOT use #epilepsy, that puts epileptic people in more danger)

remember to tag potential triggers! (very important, i hate it when posts include my triggers and don't tag it)

remember that hyperfixating on / having a special interest in a problematic thing does NOT mean you're a bad person, as long as you acknowledge the problems with it. also, i can't believe this isn't talked about more, but a hatred for a thing can also turn into a hyperfixation / special interest! example: i had a hyperfixation on harry potter in a way that i absorbed criticisms of it and knew everything about it, but only because i wanted to be able to articulate how much i hate it and why. hyperfixation / special interest in something does not mean you like it / endorse it! (rant over)

PLEASE stop clogging up disability tags with fanfiction. yes, it's good that you're representing disabilities, but instead try tagging it with #disabled character or #disabled reader or something of the sort.

something i wanna leave in 2023, but unfortunately don't think will be going away soon is ableist / saneist slang or slang that makes light of disabilities / mental health. examples of this include: "delulu", "letting the intrusive thoughts win", "psycho", "schizo" (when referring to something that has nothing to do with schizophrenia), "bipolar" (when referring to something that has nothing to do with bipolar disorder), "sociopath", "psychopath", "narcissist" + MANY more

please stop infantilizing autistic people. i'm so tired of being treated like a baby.

c-punk is NOT an aesthetic and it is exclusively for physically disabled people. and if you're not physically disabled, call it c-punk.

uplift disabled and mentally ill voices.

below is a list of disabled creators you can support!

@my-autism-adhd-blog. summer (she/they) talks about their life as an autistic individual who has ADHD. super cool blog!

@cripplecharacters. a group of mods help answer questions about writing disabled characters. learned a lot from them.

@mogai-transcriber. (nameless) (she/he/it) describes mogai posts.

@accessmogai. reign (she/her) is a great mogai transcriber too. high quality IDs for all

@cpunkwitch. super cool witchy blog. cassandra (it/he/her/neos/none) is super cool and it's nice to hear a disabled voice in the pagan community.

@crippledpunks. cool positivity blog that talks about disability and educates on cpunk

@accessfashion. multiple mods add image descriptions to outfits. super epic stuff.

@cane-you-dig-it. disability and cpunk stuff. also just a super cool and talented individual.

@autistic-af. i wish she was my aunt, she's super sweet and her cat posts always make my day!

@crippled-peeper. relatable posts tbh.

@crippled-dinosaur. dino (it/he) talks about physical disabilities and cpunk

+ many more! feel free to add to this list

[oochunghee]

hi friends! i'm arc, 28, she/her, i'm in gmt-5 / est but i work evenings / nights so my schedule is wonky. if it's 6am and i'm around and you see me, no you don't ;) i have discord and prefer plotting on there so feel free to add me: arclightabysss (three s). i present to you my boy chunghee, he's a revamped version of a muse i've tried to bring to life in other sol roleplays with little luck, but the concept of the loop caught my eye and it felt like a great fit for him, so huzzah! here i am! under the cut is his information which can also be found on his blog. i don't have any wanted connections for him and would prefer to just brainstorm. if you'd like to plot hit the lil heart and i'll slide into your dms!

right or left? straight on leads to a dead end. 

shin chunghee just signed the lease .ᐟ they’re moving into 3b of the loop. the carpenter is 24 years old. i’ve also heard that they’re dedicated and selfless and self-loathing and distant. oh, wait… it’s their first year here apparently. sorry. time can be so hard to keep track of in a place like this. you know what, i remember now. i think i did go into their apartment once. it made me think of sawdust, fireflies, cold brew, worn wool, and candlelight.

[ trigger warning: parental death, terminal illness ]

caught in the roundabout, riding the loop.

shin chunghee was born to a low income couple at the turn of the millennium. at first, his birth was seen as auspicious, a new beginning for his mother and father. he was meant to give them a purpose and a reason to unite and forge a happy life together.

things don’t always turn out the way they’re meant to.

age of one, mere months after his birth and mother and father are fighting. they’re hungry, they have no money to enjoy life with because it all goes into the child, the son that was meant to bring him smiles. he was supposed to be the way. 

age of two and mother is pregnant again. the toddler senses fear behind her kind eyes that quake and tremble, and shine like diamonds as droplets fall and hit the carpet.

‘i will always love you chunghee, my dear son.’

five months pregnant and mother is showing. father asks how she’s been getting fat when they eat nothing but ramen and frozen dumplings. mother finally confesses a second child is on the way.

father becomes the air and flies on the wind, heading south, never to be seen again, never to caress mother’s soft cheek again. she’s alone, with chunghee, and a soon to be second child. 

age of five, chunghee follows his mother to the market, pushing the dinky stroller his younger sibling sleeps soundly in. he watches her debone a fish with great interest, eyes big and bright and shining with intrigue. 

“eomma, how do you do that? i want to do that.”

age of seven, chunghee is playing with frogs in the alleyway behind the market, the smell of chum filling the air as a misty rain descends upon him and his wart-ridden friend. his sibling throws rocks into a puddle beside him. he glances up and sees the kind ahjussi that sells squid handing mother a package. he sees her eyes brim with the same diamonds, but no fear is found, only relief.

age of ten, and his sibling is a prodigy, ahead of the class by a country mile, but chunghee is just chunghee. his sibling is in afterschool classes while chunghee sits with his mother, peeling bones out of the fish like she does. mother turns her head to cough inside her elbow, hocking phlegm with sharp, throaty sounds for minutes on end. chunghee’s eyes pan the market, and the kind ahjussi walks up, offering his hand.

‘come with me, chunghee. let me show you how to fix things.’

age of twelve and young chunghee is slowly becoming not-so-young. his shoulders broaden and his legs thicken. muscle grows, and he’s able to fix things: furniture, doors, pipes. ahjussi is going to teach him how to fix cars and appliances soon. and when he’s thirteen he’ll be able to make his first chair all by himself. that’s what ahjussi said. he promised.

'chunghee, you’re such a good boy. eomma loves you so much. what would she do without you?’

age of thirteen and chunghee has made his first chair, a rocking chair is mother sits in all day as he fixes her tea, her soup, his sibling’s meal, then heads out to the market to debone more fish and talk to the kind ahjussi who promised to teach him how to change a tire today. but it’s raining today, and the frogs will be out. ahjumma will insist chunghee gets to play for once.

age of fourteen, and chunghee wakes at 5AM to open the stand at the market, debones fish for an hour and asks ahjussi to watch for customers so he can be home by 7AM to wake his sibling for school. he tries to wake his mother but she needs her sleep. her breaths are shallower these days. he leaves her medicine on her nightstand with some water and rice cakes the ahjumma made, then makes breakfast for his sibling. he takes them to school and heads back to the market. he debones fish, he saws planks for a deck the ahjumma is paying him to repair, he sells his fish, he fixes a tarp for one of the stand owners and he heads home, hoping his mother has finally woken up. 

age of fifteen and the doctor says there’s nothing more he can do except keep her comfortable. 

age of eighteen and the papers come in the mail. guardianship and power of attorney. he has his sibling read it all and explain it to him so he understands. diamond droplets stain the papers where is name is scratched in with shaky ink scraggles. 

'what will i do without you?’

age of twenty, and the kind ahjussi lays a hand on his shoulder. the hedge stone is simple, elegant. just like her. the sky weeps and diamond droplets fall all around them. the earth softens beneath his feet. he’s ready to be swallowed.

age of twenty-two, and he’s alone. his sibling has gone to college, full scholarship. he lives in the remains of their house, sawdust filling the air as he makes more chairs. empty chairs, with no one to sit in them. 

age of twenty-four, and he’s handed his high school certificate. finally, he can go to bed at 8PM again without worrying about night classes. his sibling writes him from seoul, telling of the wonderful adventures of city life, endless nights that bleed into the morning, lights that never sleep, and the stink of chum from the fish market near their dorm. chunghee smiles.

he looks up from the letter and the certificate to his new apartment. 3b. age of twenty-four, and only now can his life truly begin. 

'i don’t know what to do, but i will always love you.’

from his app:

started from the bottom .ᐟ  chunghee has just moved into the loop after finally completing high school by going to night school after working full days as a carpenter. he just recently gave up his mother's home and fish stand at the market, and has ultimately decided to try to move on from his former life and forge his own path in the world. he has no clue what he wants to do with himself, but has figured a fresh start in a home that is his own is the best way to begin. he has no clue who shin chunghee is, having lived his life for his late mother and his sibling who is now away at school. more than anything, he needs to find himself.

someday you will be here .ᐟ after spending four years in the loop, chunghee will discover his passion for wood-working on a more artistic level and come to accept that he's actually good at something that defines himself beyond the people around him. he will open his own furniture shop and make custom pieces that will eventually see him go viral on social media (once he gets the hang of SNS). he will come to terms with being his own person and letting go of the need to self-sacrifice constantly for others, and will learn to put himself and his own goals first for a change.

[iheartchv]

Can you do a vampire Donnie x F!Reader but in the 2012 series and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 5. “MINE.” 32. “Do you trust me?” and Turning into a vampire

Could you add this to your Masterlist

// sorry if this seems rushed ;^_^7

//edit 1: I just realized that the full ending didnt save before I posted so.... I'll edit this very soon

//edit 2: I shortened the original ending because there is no way I was going to be able to write all of that again

Prompts©️ @turtle-babe83

Donnie and Reader are 18+; this was written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 please.

Donnie told you not to worry, but how could you not worry when he started looking a pale green while hunched over his lab table, working day in and day out to cure whatever "blood disease" he caught from being bitten by some sort of mutated bat. You don't know how much longer he could withstand this, because he was getting weaker. Standing beside him, you begged for him to get some rest.

"Please, Donnie, you've got to get some kind of rest or you won't get better."

"I can't. I got to find the cure before-"

He suddenly fainted. You caught him before he fell to the ground. You helped ease him back in his comfy computer chair.

“Just relax.”

You couldn't stop thinking about the feel of his reptilian skin just now, how cold it was. You took his hand to press onto your warm cheek. What kind of disease was this? And what did he mean? Before what?

Leo, Mikey, and Raph helped you carry Donnie to his room. You adjusted and tried your best to make the bed comfortable enough for him. His breathing was slow, shallow. You hated seeing him like this.

"I know. We're worried, too." Leo reassured you.

"We can keep an eye on him, and call ya if somethings up. Get some sleep." Raph told you.

"Yeah, we'll take your place." Mikey said as he gave you a hug. You hugged him back. You tried your best not to cry; you cared for the turtles but you cared a whole lot for Donnie, and if anything happened to him...

"Thanks, guys. I'll see you."

You left the lair, tears falling down your cheeks. The mental picture of Donnie's ill stricken face haunted your thoughts. It wasn't going to be easy to get any sleep at all.

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It's been a couple of days now (although he doesn't know yet its been that long). Donnie had long ago drifted into a long deep sleep and entered dream land. Y/N was there because she was the last thing he saw before blacking out from exhaustion. Then he remembered what he was going to say to her. Thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind resurfaced. Thoughts of kissing her, tasting her lips, her skin... and her blood. No longer did he feel freezing cold, but felt a pain like fire and ice rushing through his veins, making him stir from his slumber.... He tried so hard to do something before mating season came... He was afraid this would happen. And try as he might, he couldnt stop thinking about wanting her, to make her his...

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Your tphone rung. You never rushed to answer it so quickly. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N."

"Donnie! You're okay."

"Well, sort of. I'm feeling much better than before. Anyway, I was wondering if you could come to the lair and let me run a test. Its just to see how this virus would infect humans. And don't worry, I'll just need a drop of... blood."

You heard him gulp before he said the word blood. There was something about the tone in his voice, like he was hiding something. But still you agreed to go to the lair and help Donnie out with whatever he needed.

"Yeah. I'll be there soon. I'm glad that you're alright."

Upon entering the lair you was met with silence. It was weird to not hear any noise. You went to Donnie's lab to find him sitting in his chair and looking into a microscope, just like a couple of days ago. He wasn't his usual green shade, but at least he was recovering.

"Y/n, please take a seat. I'll be right with you."

"Mhmm."

You sat in the chair next to his table, waiting. You expected him to hug you and felt saddened when he didn't. It made you wonder if he was really alright... After a minute or so, Donnie got up from his seat and made his way to you. You looked up at him from anxiously twiddling your fingers.

"So, what's with this test, exactly?"

"I've got a sample of my blood with this virus underneath the microscope. I'll just..." He gingerly took your hand and upturned it in his palm while with his other hand he grabbed a tiny needle to prick the pad of your finger.

"Ah~" you softly gasped and winced.

"Oh, sorry."

He grabbed a glass slide and scrapped the drop of blood that pooled at your fingertip. Then he gave a hesitant kiss on your finger and quickly went to work. You couldn't stop your heart from beating and your cheeks heating up from what just happened.

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When she walked through the door, her scent invaded his nostrils. He tried to keep his composure. He didn't want scare her with his sudden movements. As soon as her blood surfaced Donnie was met with an aroma so good it made his mouth water. He wanted a taste. A little wasn't going to hurt, was it?

Maybe he shouldn't have done that, because now thoughts of devouring her was stronger now than ever. He could hear her heart beating, which confirmed his assumptions.

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You wanted to break this uncomfortable silence. You racked your brain to come up with something, anything. "Uhm, what's up with everyone? I didn't see or hear anyone around."

"I told them to isolate themselves, in case this was contagious to mutants... and to not leave until I gave the okay..." He noticed your silence and read your mind, too.

"Oh..."

For some reason you felt like Donnie was hiding something or not speaking the whole truth. But he was studying the blood samples so maybe that's why his focus wasn't on you.

"Sooo... anything yet?"

"The virus is taking over your blood cells as well. It has vampire like characteristics. That means..." he trailed off as he stood from his seat. No, he couldn't let you suffer from this vampiric virus. However the urge to bite and drink your blood was almost overwhelming.

"It's also contagious to other living beings if bitten... and turns them into a vampire?" You pieced it all together. Donnie was bitten by a mutated vampire bat, turning him into a vampiric mutant turtle.

"Yes..." A looming silence fell in the room. "I will continue to work on an antidote, but I need to feed on... blood if I am to survive long enough to do that. I don't have enough time to create that and a substitute for blood at the same time." He was so hungry, so thirsty at the same time. He wouldn't even be able to concentrate.

“Bite me.”

Donnie whipped his around so fast to look at you with wide eyes. Did he hear you right? Did you just-?

"What?"

"Bite me. Feed off of me if you need to." you said, exposing the side of your neck.

His dark brown gaze eyed your smooth skin, hearing the blood that flowed underneath. His muscles quivered as he struggled to not lose control, to not grab you and have his way with you right then and there. Mind over instinct, mind over instinct.

“Do you trust me?”

"You've never hurt me, Donnie. Please, I just want to help you."

He let out a long exhale. He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "Well, if that's what you want to do, I can't stop you," he small smiled at you. "Let's take this to my room. You'll want to rest on a bed afterward."

In his room, you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what you were going to experience. Randomly you thought of what Donnie tried to tell you before he blacked out. You asked him.

"Uhm, what did you mean a couple of days ago by 'I got to find the cure before'? Before what?"

"The reason why I tried to hurry with this antitode is because mating seasons around the corner. Well, it's actually here, now. Aaand that's another reason why I told everyone to stay in their rooms." Donnie told you, scratching the back his head in embaressment. "That's what I tried to tell you before."

You knew about the mating season of turtles, and other animals, because of documentaries, but would there be any differences since Donnie is a humanoid turtle?

"Though we are mutated to be human like, we still have turtle characteristics, so no, we're no different than our non mutated kin." He answered.

You blushed. All this time while you've been alone with your thoughts since you came down here, he's known what was on your mind. "S-stop reading my mind, Don."

His mouth curved into a smirk. The way his eyes darkened made your heart pound harder. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” he softly chuckled. "I know you've got feelings for me. I... I do, too. I've been wanting to kiss you for some time."

Donnie titled your chin and he looked into your eyes. "Will you let me?" He must've noticed ( or read your mind again xD ) you looked still a little uncertain of how all of this is supposed to go. Then in an instant your train of thought was nothing but on Donnie. His gaze was just so... hypnotizing. They seemed to glow an unnatural color, but they were still so beautiful.

"Yes~" you softly replied.

He slowly and gently pressed his mouth to yours kissed you, a hand wrapping around your waist.“Lay back and let me take care of you.” You heard his voice in your mind; you knew it had to have been because his lips were still on yours.

As soon as your back touched the matress, you closed your eyes and immersed yourself in this moment. Piece by piece clothes were peeled away. He slowly played with your body, studying every curve, memorizing the places you liked being touched. "Let me make you feel good, my sweet," he'd said and you had surrendered yourself completely to him and the fire his touch left behind.

His hands cupped your breasts while his mouth took turns sucling on your pert nipples. "Donnie~~" you mewled as your body wriggled, being taken over by desire. You wanted more. You softly moaned as you arched your back, telling him you wanted more. You whimpered as he made his way to your clenched thighs that tried to ease the ache between them. "Please don't stop."

It took everything he had to not lose himself. He hungered for you in so many ways. Gently he slid your pants and underwear down and off your legs. He was met with a gorgeous sight. Your pink slit was already glossed with arousal. He could smell you. And as much as he really wanted a taste, he had to fulfill your wish. He lied beside you and then pulled your backside against him.

"I'm going to touch you, now, but I'll be gentle, okay?" he whispered near your ear. "I'm going to make you orgasm first before we go further."

"Okay" you breathlessly let out.

Donnie smoothly snaked his hand down your belly to your core. Your body shivered at the first touch on your bud. "You're wet, so soft..." Then his fingertip slid down to your opening, nudging it just a little. "And so warm..." he purred.

You couldn't help but to groan at the pleasure you were feeling now. Your body was confused as to where your hips should move: up into his hand or to arch your back and have your bottom grind against his lower plastron. You felt pressure building as he alrernated between playing with your nub and slide his finger inside you, brushing along your gspot.

"Donnie!~"

He knew you were close. His other arm looped under and up around you to cup your breast, his thumb twirling around the nipple, while his other hand pleasured you in unison. The sounds you made excited him. He could hear your heart beating and your blood rushing so fast.

"That's it, y/n, you can do it. I've got you. Don’t hold back.”

Lewd sounds escaped you as you neared your climax. Your hands held onto his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over, until the final one. Your breath quickened, and you cried out as the knot that was wound up in your lower belly finally came unraveled. Your slick walls clenched around his digit.

"D-Don~ Donnie~"

"Yes, princess, you're mine. MINE.”

As you came, Donnie's fangs retracted and bit your neck, drinking your blood. The pain quickly became pleasure, melding into the bliss you were already feeling. Having his fill he licked the puncture wounds to try to close it. He felt better having blood in his system. You had blacked out from the intensity of the love making, but he held you, waiting for the process to be complete. The virus seemed to spread faster in nonmutated organisms, so maybe it wouldnt take you so long to become a vampire.

💜💜💜💜💜💜

You fluttered your eyes and found yourself in Donnie's arms. He smiled down at you, his fangs showing. You then felt to see if you had... yes, you had fangs, as well.

"How are feeling?"

"I'm a little... thirsty."

He gave you his wrist. "Here, I'll let you feed off me. Or..." He pointed to his neck. "You can bite me here, if you want." He blushed.

You giggled. "I'll just sink my fangs into your wrist. I don't want to accidently tear... anything..."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you where it'll be okay to feed from without worries."

He let out a gasp and then softly moaned when your new fangs pierced his flesh to draw blood. If this was even a fraction of what you felt, then he he wanted to experience the same pleasure he gave you.

When you were done, he rolled you over on your back. It took you by surprise but it kinda turned you on to see Donnie's smouldering gaze. He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into you.

Donnie's fingers and tongue touched and licked every inch of you. He was making sure you were more than ready for him. Because playtime was over. And he didn't waste no time getting you into position on your hands and knees. He spread you wide and started sliding inside your soaked pussy.

You moaned as he stretched you to your limits, probably past your limits. He didn't stop until he felt the start of your cervix, pulled back and slammed back inside. It took your breath away, but as soon as you took a breath Donnie started pounding away at you. His eyes glowed whitish blue and his fangs were bared. The grip on your hips was going to be left bruised, as well as your insides, but what you were feeling was beyond anything you could've imagined. All you could do was grip his sheets and hold on for the ride.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Thirteen

I despise hospitals. I’ve never had an injury or an illness so bad that it required me to visit one as a patient, but when I was seven and my dad was working as a forklift operator in a warehouse, he got into an accident that left him with a broken arm and a concussion. I was in tears every time I visited him with my mam, because no matter how many times she insisted he wasn’t going to die, I didn’t believe her. The sight of him in the hospital bed was overwhelming, with all the machines and the beeping and that sterile, chemical smell in the ward, so the moment that Shane and I push through the doors of the hospital reception the memory hits me with a waft. In an instant I am a little girl again. 

Michelle is sleeping on Simon’s lap in the waiting room with her legs curled up on the seats while he watched vines on his phone. They’ve been here all night, and it shows. He’s pale faced with great purple marks beneath his eyes, so sluggish that it takes him a moment to even register that we’ve arrived. 

“Oh.” He says quietly. “You’re here. We haven’t seen her yet. I think they’ve got her down in another surgery.”

“We’ve got the things you wanted.” I thrust a bag at him, including things like pyjamas, a new toothbrush, face wash and fluffy pink slippers that are so un-Jen that they gave me pause when I bought them, but they were the only ones within my budget.

“When do you expect she’ll be out?” Shane wants to know, and we take the seats across from them and huddle in close to speak so as not to wake Michelle.

“Man, I’ve no idea what they’re doing. They had her in surgery last night, and then they took her into another this morning. Nobody’s really telling us anything, everyone is too busy to explain it, so we’re just kind of waiting around. Michelle’s dad will be in soon, he starts his shift at eight, and I was hoping he might actually be able to get some insider info, or at least explain something to us.”

Shane chews on his lip. “Did they say how bad it is?”

“Broken right arm, shattered ribs, whiplash, um… lacerations?” He breaks off. “I don’t remember everything. A lot. It’s not great. And the car-”

Michelle stirs. “Don’t talk about the car. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

“Right.” Simon says grimly. “But honestly they won’t tell us much, we’re just her random friends. They really want to speak to her family.”

“Aren’t they here already?” I ask. “Her parents, like.” And Shane starts shaking his head. 

“No.” Says Simon. “I doubt they’ll come.” Michelle rolls over a little onto his lap and begins to rifle sleepily through the bag of supplies I brought. “Thanks for offering to bring this stuff, Evie.” She says, voicy thick and croaky with sleep. “You’re a legend. We’ll try and get it to her as soon as they let us.”

“Whenever that’ll be.” Simon adds. “Youse don’t have to hang around if you don’t want to, honestly it’s probably going to be a long day of… probably nothing.”

“I suppose I have work and all.” I say, and he shakes his head. “No point, Evie. I’m not going to be there to direct you anyway. Why don’t you just go home and chill out?”

I glance at Shane. “Do you have classes today that you need to get to?”

“Nope.” He says gruffly. “Can skip ‘em. It’s just biomolecular lab skills today. Don’t really care about it if I’m honest.”

Even though he probably should care, but I don’t bother saying it. “Okay well, then I suppose we don’t mind staying around, just in case anything happens.”

“Really?” Says Simon, as though staying around is a weird thing to want to do, and I get it. I don’t like it here, but the idea of sitting at home watching TV and wondering what’s going on with Jen all day, waiting for some phone call, makes me feel a bit queasy.

“We brought things to do.” I say, hauling the hardback novel I’m currently reading out of my bag to prove it. 

“Yep.” Says Shane, and he takes a Hello magazine off the table. “We’ve plenty to be keeping ourselves busy.” 

I get through most of my novel while Shane does all of the crossword puzzles and all of the sudokus in all of the magazines, and Simon and Michelle look on their phones and wander around, to the desk and back, asking for Jen, nothing. No news. We get dull food from the canteen and spend all of our change on the vending machines. Michelle’s dad, Rahim, a hassled yet polite man in a pair of scrubs rushes by at one point only to say that Jen is still in the operating room. He doesn’t know how much longer she’ll be. We wait some more. 

A nurse calls for Michelle at two in the afternoon. She shoots up from her plastic seat and goes over to talk while we all crane to listen. 

“She’s out of the OR.” the nurse is saying. “But she’ll be very groggy from the anaesthetic for a while. She’s been sick quite a few times already, so if you must go in and see her, please make sure it’s only one of you at a time. The last thing we want is to be crowded all around her like mad things and causing overwhelm.”

“Yeah of course.” Says Michelle. “I’ll go in first then, just to see how she is. Evie, can I’ve the bag?”

I bring it over so that she can take it down the hallway towards Jen’s ward. I watch her go for a while, all the way down the long white hallway until she turns a corner and she’s gone, and the feeling that comes over me is strange. A sort of reverence, a peculiar kind of sadness, like Michelle shouldn’t have to be the first to see her. Where are Jen’s parents? Where is her family? Everybody else seems to know something that I don’t. 

Just as I’m staring blankly down the hallway, the door to the waiting room swings open and a familiar woman comes in. She’s tall and glamorous and blonde, with sunglasses covering half of her face and a big crocodile leather handbag slung over her arm. It’s Colette Turner, and her son is right behind her. 

“Jude.” I say, more to myself, as he’s much too far away to hear me, and my stomach feels like it’s dropped to my feet. He comes into the waiting room in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a sweatshirt, looking more miserable than any man has ever looked. It hurts to even see him at this moment. He sees Shane and Simon before he sees me, and instantly starts firing questions at them. I feel like I begin to float towards him against my own volition. One moment I’m by the hallway to the ward and the next I’m right there beside him. 

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[elytrafemme]

i’m gonna be real with you, i’ve saw like maybe two or three origins streams ;-; ooo, i would like to hear about them whenever if you’d like!! and if you don’t want them to to public or anything, you can always dm if you want to! gosh, i love headcanons, feel free to come to me and tell me about them anytime you wanna :D

poetry is so nice. i used to write poetry sometimes when i was in really bad moments of mental health stuff, so most of my poetry is really triggering probably. i totally understand you with feeling like characters are living and breathing people, i feel that so much. i had an oc who i adored some years ago and haven’t touched on her since those years ago. unfortunate, i miss her so much (her name is june btw). i miss writing, it’s one of the only things i’ve ever truly shared and created because i used to be good at it, but now i think i’ve lost a lot of that. the last thing i wrote was a short c!ranboo poem that i posted a few months ago (i think). and i completely get you, makes total sense. i think writing in that way is really nice

oh? that’s cool then! i don’t know if you remember, but someone asked you a bit ago what names you’d pick for cs!tubbo if his name wasn’t tubbo, and i can’t remember if that was on anon or not (i think it was, and that was me actually. so we have cs!tubbo and cs!ranboo, haha. mhm, i get you, but i wanted to! because the fic is genuinely so fucking incredible and i wanted to add to the lovely community for it, but turns out it was a guy in my brain. i haven’t seen her in a while…. she’s incredibly mentally ill so she’s weary of being around. but if i see them anytime soon, i’ll let him know you said that. i’m sure they would appreciate that. oh no, she’s fine with it. one of the names he goes by actually is mare, because of you, so i’m very positive they’re comfortable with being associated with you and everything? also please let me know if her using a name of yours makes you uncomfortable, he wouldn’t like to make you uncomfortable :]

HELLO I AM SO SORRY I AM REPLYING SO LATE hope you are well <3

i don't have all the energy atm to explain my full headcanons but basically i had a fic AU set in a modern, non-fantastical universe where the osmp cast lived in this smaller quaint town and eventually o!Ranboo left to move into the city after a natural disaster event happened in the other town and caused her some trauma. her relationships are generally strained but are better with some people than others but inevitably she is able to find her way home. there's more to it than that but that was my idea hehe

poetry is so so so fucking healing seriously, and honestly like! any kind of writing is so important to keep regardless of whether it fits on this metric of "good/bad", like. it's coming from the heart and your experiences and these characters that you connect to (june sounds lovely by the way, <3) and that's what's most important. i've had to give myself a lot of grace with cough syrup about whether or not i was writing it perfectly because, yeah, the first couple of chapters are objectively on the shittier end compared to the rest of the fic. but what matters is that it conveyed what i wanted it to, and it gave me a way to spend that summer, and it meant a lot to me.

i hope this isn't uncomfortable to say but the fact that your csranboo uses the name mare because of me makes me like, tear up a little. and yes, i remember that anon! i find it so interesting how many people have asked me about alternate names i'd give the characters for purposes of fictives because to be entirely honest i am so ungodly shitty with names that every time i flounder LMAO, but it's very sweet that people ask me haha . also tell your cstubbo i say hello as well , there are many brain guys in this community too and i think that's realy neat honestly

[believemetheodore]

Northern Attitude pt. 4

Ted Lasso x Rebecca Welton

Divorce is hard. it doesn't matter if you're the one who got left, or you're the one doing the leaving. When an unexpected blizzard puts a dangerous twist in Ted's hiking adventures he's rescued by an axe-wielding, lumber-chopping, blonde angel. Oh, and there's only one bed.

Warnings: divorce mentions, mentions of Ted's dad, implied sex, let me know if you want me to add anything.

(Side note: this was supposed to be 3 chapters max. But now it's going to be 5. Apparently, I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings)

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In like a Lion, out like a lamb. The heavy winds and torrid icy weather fade quietly into a green spring. Rain becomes white noise beating against windows and rooftops. Ted wonders what the trees along the trails in the park must look like with their new leaves; how many new critters, and returning ducks must be enjoying the foliage and the defrosted lakes and rivers? 

He thinks about Rebecca daily. Hoping that she’s staying dry and warm as the new season’s downpours water the ground, and nature’s renewed life. 

Henry catches a cold in early April. A Saturday afternoon of splashing around in puddles and playing freeze-tag in the rain left him with sniffles and a chill. Ted makes soup from scratch, just like his mother used to make, and Henry seems content to watch movies on the couch in between bouts of sleep. The two of them end up missing the baseball game they were supposed to attend, but Ted couldn’t care less. 

“Can we watch it on the TV?” Henry asks. “Sure bud, so long as you think you’re going to be comfortable enough on the couch”. 

When his fever spikes, the boy curls up close to Ted’s side, his face buried against his chest. He can’t stand seeing Henry ill, but with his eyes shut, and his breathing slow and deep as he dreams, Ted remembers holding him when he was born. He recalls the promises he made to keep his little boy safe, to make sure he always feels loved.

There’s a guilt that creeps in; a sorry sort of feeling as he holds his son closer, guessing how much longer he’ll be able to take care of Henry in this way. Soon, he’ll be too tall to curl up next to him, too heavy for Ted to carry him up to his bed, too grown to want to seek out his comfort. 

He wonders if this might be the last time for all of those things. How many ‘last times’ have come and gone already, without either of them noticing? 

Ted doesn’t remember the last diaper he changed, or the last time he woke up at 3 am for an early morning feed. He struggles to recall the last time Henry asked to be picked up or the last time he needed a parent to give him a bath. 

His mother was always free with her affections; she still plants kisses on his cheeks and forehead when he goes to see her. His mom was always a hugger and never had a problem telling him she loved him. No matter how old he got, Ted was always her baby, as embarrassing as he found her adoration he understood it.

His dad talked a lot. There was never any mystery about Ted’s inherited loquacious nature. But, his father rarely shared his feelings. Ted can see now that while he never said anything, there was love in all his actions. 

Ted didn’t understand as a kid why his father asked him so many questions about his day. He couldn’t wrap his head around why his dad might care about what he learned at school, or what games he’d played with his friends after school. He never thought to care about why his dad was always the parent who volunteered to stay home when he was sick. 

He remembers being about Henry’s age, home sick from school, and feeling awful about his dad having to miss work. He worked so much and so often, Ted had always assumed he must’ve enjoyed his job, but when Ted cried as his father set down a plate of toast, and a glass of watered-down ginger ale for him he asked; “Why would I want to be anywhere else? You’re here?” 

Ted hadn’t had a good enough answer so he only shrugged. “Being your dad is the best job I could ever have,” he assured him before adding conspiratorially, “And between you and I, it’s nice getting to play hooky”. 

In memories of his father, Ted sees himself. So worried about being too much for others, never brave enough to actually wear his heart on his sleeve. He can hear the love his father gave him in his own laughter, and penchant for jokes. He feels his father’s fears when he looks at Henry, concerned that he’s failing to remember the tiniest of moments, perturbed by the prospect of missing the bigger moments too. 

. Ted knows he needs to do better in order to be better. He knows the best thing he can do is stop bottling everything up, he can’t take care of the people he loves if he doesn’t look after himself first. 

So, when his sleepless nights and restless days return, he books two weeks off of work, determined to return to the place he felt at peace, in the interest of collecting up the pieces of himself he’s allowed to fall by the wayside. 

He doesn’t know if Rebecca is still there, in her cabin in the woods, nor does it really matter. Every moment he had with her was more than enough if that’s all he gets. He’s made peace with that. This trip is for himself, he knows no one can fix him but himself. It wasn’t Michelle’s job, and it’s not Rebecca’s, but Ted knows that the days he spent hiking, and cozied up on Rebecca’s sofa made him want to be a finer version of himself. 

Beard had noticed in the day following his return to work his attempts to be kinder to himself, commenting on how it was about time Ted started taking some of his own advice. He felt more complete, somehow more whole, and far more centred than he had been in years, and he wants to feel that way again. 

The drive out of town is shadowed by thoughts of his father. Every dart game they played together, and the first one they never got to play together. His heart holds his rage, and his grief in equal measure. It feels an awful lot like fear when it claws its way out his throat, digging into his rib cage, and pressing on his lungs. 

He has to pull over. Choking on his own breaths.

Fathers and sons. They’ve written enough songs about it-- Ted wonders how many different forms the same type of guilt can take, and he can only hope he doesn’t pass it down to Henry. 

The park is unrecognizable from when Ted last wandered the trails. As he expected, the trees are all in bloom, bright green leaves leaving kaleidoscope shapes across the forest floor with the light shining above the canopies. The hills and valleys have become home to fresh bursts of tall grass, and sprawling plants. The chattering sounds of the birds and bugs prove to be a constant soundtrack for his hike up the first hill. 

His pack is lighter this trip, no heavy sweaters, or thermal pants to lug around. His knees and his back appreciate the lack of snow, each step he takes now feels half as heavy, and the same trek he took months ago takes half the time it did before. By noon, Ted passes the first cabin he stayed in previously. He stops to drink his water, and have a snack; stretching out his legs before resuming his journey. 

It’s raining now, but Ted doesn’t bother to stop to slip his raincoat on. The dirt turns to mud beneath his feet, and he only slows his pace to tread more carefully. He silently thanks the branches overhead for their natural umbrella, filtering the downpour into a drizzle for him. 

Rebecca’s cabin is harder to find now that the foliage is in it’s fullest state, but the puffs of chimney smoke serve as a beacon, leading his way off the gravel trails, and down the hill on beaten footpaths, carved out by repeated travel rather than official travel suggestions. 

When he climbs the steps up to the front porch, and knocks on the door, he gets no response. She isn’t home, and as the rain begins to fall harder in the small clearing he can only hope she’s dressed warmly, and keeping relatively dry. He settles on the top step, covered by the awning, watching the raindrops leave pockmarks on the softened ground. A chill runs up his spine as the wind blows and he hopes Rebecca will return soon. 

Ted knows what his mother would’ve told him about showing up at people’s homes unannounced, and a part of him feels dreadfully rude, but as the sun begins to set he finds his concern over Rebecca’s well-being is enough to override the fear of intrusion. 

He has no plans of making himself her guest again, he only wants to say thank you again, and visit the woman he’s decided to consider a friend. He’s packed his own food, and he knows where the guest cabins are. He’ll be off and on his way once she’s home. 

“Ted?” her voice shakes him from his drifting thoughts as she approaches, her slide of firewood trailing behind her. Her face is hidden by the hood of her black and white raincoat, but he grins at the sight of her baby pink rainboots. 

He’s down the steps without thinking, helping her load the wood into the shed next to the house. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks, slipping off her hood to get a better look at him. “The four seasons aren't just a cool band or a swanky hotel chain. I had winter all checked off. Thought it might be fun to collect the other three”.

“I can’t believe you came back,” she’s smiling, though there are tears in her eyes when she pulls him into a tight hug. He’s sure it’s more than just the joy of seeing him that’s got her tearing up. But, he doesn’t ask, he just holds her closer. 

“We should get inside before one of us catches a cold,” She states, pulling away, and nodding her head towards the door. 

The cabin is cozier than the last time he saw it if that’s even possible. The fire needs to be stoked, but still casts its shimmering orange light. He takes it in as they slip out of muddied boots, and drenched outer layers. 

She’s hung artwork on the walls, wildflowers, and butterflies in lifelike watercolour studies. The throw pillows, and blankets on the couch have changed too. Plusher fabrics, even more pastels, and fun colours liven up the space. But the brightest thing in the room, without a doubt, is her. 

Rebecca’s hair curls at odd, uneven angles, and sticks to her cheeks and forehead in its damp state. Her cheeks are pink from the wind and the cold spring rain, and she is an absolute vision. Prettier than he could’ve remembered her, and if the sparkle in her eye, and her Cheshire grin are anything to go by, she’s happy. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells her. “I usually don’t show up places without an invite--”. “It’s okay,” She cuts him off, “I’m glad you’re here”. 

“I didn’t come empty-handed though!” She watches silently, bemused, as he shuffles through his bag before digging out a plastic food container, with a small pink box inside. He hands it to her. 

“What is this?” “Take a peak,” he encourages, eyes wide and buzzing with excitement. 

Biscuits. He made her biscuits. It was the least he could do. 

She takes a bite, and he watches her enjoy herself. 

“Is there anything better than a food that makes you feel all warm and snuggly inside?” he wonders aloud. 

She shakes her head in response, setting the box down on her kitchen counter, 

“Ted?”

“Mhmm?” She stands in front of him now, closer than she was before. Her hand brushes his elbow, moving up to rest on his chest between them. “I think you should kiss me”. “Great minds think alike,” it’s not difficult for him to agree; his left hand is warm against her wind-chilled skin when he leans in to kiss her.

[i-am-beckyu]

Intimidation +1

I am merely more open when I'm tired...it's only 11pm.........

This pain is from a so far unknown illness

Doctor told me today they have no clue what it is

I mentioned it to brick in more detail already lol

...they'll probably figure out what it is soon unless it's genuinely some random thing with my body

I have sores on me lips and other places and I couldn't eat but then my mom told me to get a certain medicine of which name I don't remember and I used it and I could no longer feel my mouth for like six hours lmao

I wanted to eat steak with it numbed but she told me no QnQ

I have to wait longer....alas..........

I had tea instead :D

I found my favorite tea that soooo many places stopped carrying!!! Only tea I've never added a good inch of sugar to...I don't add sugar at all, even.....

Lol don’t let intimidation powers go to your head

I’m sorry about the illness. Fingers crossed they work out what’s wrong so that you can find a way to relieve the pain or get better soon.

My condolences for not being able to eat steak. I love steak and that breaks my heart to hear 💔

But LETS GOOO FOR GOOD TEA!!!!

[lostacelonnie]

Whoops i lost track of this one my bad. Discord messaging is so much easier with the notification staying there. Anyways. Hell yeah getting to be not near people you do lnt vibe with is the best love that for you. Ah yeah gulls will just be an asshole about anything so at least they gave warning? Still dont like em though. Australian magpies are probably worse. Thanks! I adore german & it just. Having very specific words for things. So im excited to dig into that. Oh i didnt know that but honestly not surprised by it. Another piece of history from nazi germany to add to stuff i know. History was never my like. Favorite subject but i try to study it where i can. Its important. Mobile gave me bronya finally so its goin well & seele is coming back in 1.4 so maybe ill be able to get her & bronya both. Though i find it weird that we're heading back to belobog already? I havent even finished the next story part yet though. I havent used fire trailblazer much yet but will when i have more of her eidolons. Theyre both real fun rcg was short so i beat it quick still workin on dredge. Ill let you know how rain world goes for sure. Oh very nice. I finally did mine into purple & it looks really good im gonna keep up on it i think. Ive been breaking off from both to play other stuff but 4.1 fontaine is still fun to explore i love it. Cant wait for furina to drop. Oh shit history exam i hope that went well for you.i will say bronya is nice to have especially with kafka. Give her a turn boost to get her follow up action back works real nice. Damn that is. So much stuff but sounds so worth it. For all the merch & the choker who doesnt love a good choker

OH ITS OK IT APPEARS THAT SO HAVE I. AHHH. IM SORRY. schools been a Lot lately [7 tests this week......] and im going to alicante next week so its probably not gonna get easier for me to respond soon..... and oh yeah it totally is. i ❤ discord cos i can at least give ppl Signs Of Life instead of silence. anyways. THANK YOU!! ive been having a lot of fun with the new group lately its great. and yeah they really are ajdkfkjfj im Thankful for the warning yeah. and also that not even a single gull tried to steal my food. ooh tell me ab it i havent heard any australian magpie horror stories...... and yeah as i said. german is Such a nice language, i esp agree with the words bc theyre just. Great. love em. but yeah didnt have much luck in my previous years of learning it. and oh well the more you know!! honestly it was never MY favorite either bc, even tho ive always found it interesting, i just. could never remember anything. but honestly now that im on hist-geo its really growing on me ahdjfkkgj. probably also because i have a cool teacher. AND HEY CONGRATS ON THE BRONYA and good luck with getting seele!!! i have Not opened star rail even once recently [<- was only playing the game to get wolfie and kafka] so idrk whats been happening. have fun tho!! fire trailblazer IS good with her eidolons but tbh i just never had the energy to build her. and ah epic!!!!!! and yes please do keep me updated if you end up playing rain world!!!!!! its sooooo good its so good. AND AHHH NICE!!!! i want to do mine purple someday but i have a pretty dark natural hair color so id have to bleach it and i dont really Wanna Do That yet. and fair ahsjfkfk ive actually been playing genshin More recently, at least when i have time. which is not often. IM ALSO SO SO SO EXCITED FOR FURINA I HAVE LIKE 170 WISHES SAVED ALREADY................... anyway!!! it did actually!!!! but were doing pretty easy material rn so well see how it goes in the future ajdjhfjg....... it is what it is. and ah yeah that does sound like a pretty good team actually...... and yeah it def was!!!!! havent gotten a chance to wear the choker out yet [<- scared of old ladies on the bus] nut im Going To

[mothandpidgeon]

REPUTATION (regency!Din AU) - chapter 5

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4

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Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Words: 4k

Rating: T

Warnings: slowest of burns, gender swapped characters, no use of y/n

Series summary: After scandal damages your reputation, you are finished with society. But a mysterious bachelor by the name of Mr. Djarin has a reputation of his own. And you are determined to keep yourself from getting mixed up with him.

Chapter summary: In the aftermath of the ball, Mr. Djarin disappears. But soon all is revealed

A/N: So it’s been a hot minute. I’ve been hoarding this chapter for so long but I think it’s time to let it go. But I can’t promise when Chapter 6 will be coming. But, you know, enjoy. Thank you @ezrasbirdie​ for reading this forever ago and giving me the kick in the ass to actually post this now.

You weren’t sure if you were more upset for going to Mr Djarin’s room in the first place or for breaking that kiss. Either way you would have to apologize. You would tell him that you weren’t yourself and perhaps, if he still had any patience for you, you might be able to begin again properly. 

But Mr. Djarin was not at the table when you came down for lunch the next day. 

“You just missed Mr. Djarin, my dear,” Captain Dune said. “He was called away on some urgent business at Mandalore. He did not even have time to sup with us.”

“What a pity,” you said. You could feel your throat tightening. 

There was no way to be sure that he had left on account of your behavior. You didn’t know the inner workings of his business. But you had seen his face in the candle light of his room and you knew there would be no chance of mending the rift between you now.  

You should’ve seen Mr. Djarin’s departure as a blessing. It meant you were saved from your own impulsiveness. And yet you were terribly unhappy. He was gone, little Grogu too, without even a parting word. 

It wasn’t two weeks before you, too, were leaving Nevarro Hall. Emma had written with news that your mother had taken ill and so the Dunes agreed to escort you home and help raise her spirits. 

Being home brought you some comfort. You’d missed your mother. Though still quite fatigued when you arrived home, she was glad to have you there. She found the strength most evenings, wrapped in her shawl, to join you and the Dunes in the parlor for a game of whist. 

You were very lucky that the little house was situated not a mile from your cousins so Emma and Julia called in quite often. 

You had expected Julia to have a hundred things to tell you on her first visit but she wanted a first hand account of the ball, claiming your letters had not been detailed enough. You ran through the entire evening. Of course, you briefly mentioned dancing with Mr. Djarin but never betrayed your feelings and you didn’t dare tell her about what had transpired afterwards. You focused instead on Mr. Vanth and his vanity and his contemptible concerns for you.

“Such a vulgar man!” Julia cried. “I am so happy that you were not condemned to marry such an insensitive man. And yet I suppose his advice is not wholly without merit.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“I have heard some rather unwholesome things about Mr. Djarin,” she said, her voice lower. 

“What? From whom?”

Surely Julia was wise enough to be skeptical of anything circulated by Lucy or one of that set. Perhaps Mr. Vanth had found someone to repeat whatever disparaging words he had for Mr. Djarin, a sad attempt to save face after the ball. 

Julia looked startled and shrugged. “I’m sure I don’t remember exactly the charge,” she said. 

“Then you shouldn’t repeat such a thing,” you chided. 

“Of course not,” Julia said and quickly changed the subject. “Was there no one else you danced with?”

“Well, Captain Dune, of course. And I danced a set with Mr. Gideon—” you replied. 

“Mr. Gideon?” she smiled slyly. “He is quite a handsome man, do you not agree?”

“Certainly,” you said, though without much enthusiasm. 

“I believe he is a gentleman by every measure of the word,” she declared. “Any woman would be lucky to have him for a husband.”

You sighed. You didn’t like the thought of Julia trying to throw you together with a man like Mr. Gideon. Though he was charming, there was a foppishness about him that you didn’t care for. And, besides, whether you liked it or not, your thoughts were with the first man that had danced with you. Still, Julia went on about Mr. Gideon’s merits the way Lady Karga had about Mr. Djarin and you merely nodded along quietly until the subject was exhausted. 

Your mother also seemed to find solace in anecdotes from your season in town. In the late afternoon you would crawl into her bed with your sketchbook. Each page provided many details from your travels, a new story about a lovely house or a particularly rotund dog. She smiled and listened and encouraged you with questions.

Soon you had reached the last pages of your sketchbook. You’d shown her the beautiful flowers you’d drawn from the garden at Nevarro Hall, the fine furnishings, and, of course, the portraits you’d taken down. 

“This is quite a fine likeness of Lady Karga. Look at how much improved your skills are,” Mama said with quiet pride.

She turned the page to reveal the next drawing, one you looked at more often than you ought to. It was embarrassing to admit that the spine of your sketchbook had cracked along this page since it laid open on this portrait so many times. If Mama noticed, she did not let on.

“Who is this fellow?” she asked.

The likeness in your sketchbook seemed to taunt you every time you looked at it. You were tempted on more than one occasion to rip the page from your book and throw it into the fire as you had with the drawings of Mr. Vanth. But no matter how much you’d silently promised to move on, you couldn’t bring yourself to destroy the portrait of Mr. Djarin. 

“That is Mr. Djarin,” you said and realized that your fingers were itching to take the book from her and shut it before more questions were asked.

Luckily, she didn’t pry.

“He is as handsome as Lady Karga described,” she said, and moved on.

The garden here was not nearly as expansive as the grounds at Nevarro Hall but there were corners where you could tuck yourself away and be alone. You’d spent most of the past month home busying yourself with Mama and walking to town with Julia and Lady Karga. When you stood still, melancholy crept back in. When it did, you found something to draw. 

You had your sketchbook open, completing the outline of a drawing of some sweet williams. You’d finally decided to use the watercolors that Mr. Djarin had given you. No one knew their origin and you had no danger of encouraging his feelings any longer. 

It was a beautiful little set. Inside of the wooden case, the pigments sat in delicate white shells. You dipped your brush into the paint and the vivid colors glistened across the paper. Such a thoughtful gift and so fine. Whatever woman Mr. Djarin wed would be a lucky one. 

You longed to know what he would say if he saw your little painting once it was complete. You longed for many things. His eyes would slide over the page and then to you. And he would pick a flower and brush its petals against your cheek and you would blush. You had to remind yourself that he was gone and you were being very silly indeed and you wiped away a few tears before you shut the paints away. 

“Cousin, I must speak to you in confidence,” Julia said urgently. She was walking beside you on the common road. The distance between the two houses was just long enough that it had always been a favorite place for private conversation. For a moment you were nervous she had somehow read your thoughts, that she was going to reveal your secret, but then she spoke again. 

“You cannot tell Emma,” she said.

“Heaven forbid,” you laughed. How many times had one of you made the other promise to keep a secret from Julia’s older sister?

Julia bit her bottom lip and smiled to herself, enjoying one last moment of being the only one privy to whatever she was about to tell you. Then she came out with it.

“I have been writing to a gentleman,” she giggled.

This surprised you. Julia was always popular with men but she was not reckless. 

“I bring my letters to the post office myself. No one is the least bit suspicious,” she told you.

“You waited these weeks to tell me?” you laughed. She must have been bursting to do it, you had always been her closest confidant.

“I was afraid you would-— oh I already know what you’ll say!”

“That you’re foolish?” you asked. “I cannot have you throwing yourself away on a man that would encourage you to gamble your reputation.” 

You didn’t mean to be harsh with her but Julia had never known the sting of such judgement. 

“I know, I know,” she moaned. “But, cousin, I promise you he is a good man. In fact, you have told me so yourself. It is the precise reason I did not speak of it sooner.”

Your mouth formed a question. You had no idea what she meant. 

“I feared,” she continued, “since you said that you danced with him, perhaps you thought of him for yourself.”

There was only one man in your thoughts but you could not comprehend how Julia might have become so close to Mr. Djarin. Confusion painted your features. 

“Who is this gentleman of whom I speak so highly?” you asked. 

“Lieutenant Gideon, of course!” Julia sighed. 

To say you had recommended Mr. Gideon in any way was exaggeration. You remembered Julia talking about his merits and you might have offered a polite agreement. But anything further than that had been imagined on her part. 

“Oh. Yes. I suppose he is an agreeable man,” you allowed. 

You were realizing now how often she had slid a mention of him into your conversations. 

“I promise it is nothing untoward. I will let you read his last letter. He writes very prettily,” she told you. 

You had been very ready to counsel Julia to be more careful, to stop this unseemly connection before she got herself into trouble. But Mr. Gideon was a friend of Mr. Djarin and he was as good a judge of character as anybody. 

“Oh very well,” you responded. 

If they were old friends, you decided that Mr. Gideon would not use anybody ill. 

Julia tucked her arm into yours and talked most excitedly about her new beau the entire way down the road. 

Since returning home, you’d found yourself thinking about Mr. Djarin so often that you believed you’d imagined it when the footman announced his name in the parlor one afternoon a week later. You were sketching, as always, beside Lady Karga, Captain Dune pacing around restlessly. 

And suddenly there he was, curls disheveled and cheeks red from the road, holding a pair of mustard colored gloves in his hand. You’d forgotten how big Mr. Djarin was. It felt like he was towering over you even from across the room. You stood, barely able to give the expected pleasantries. 

Your skills at drawing might have  improved but your portrait did not do him enough justice. You were struck once again by how handsome he was, his brown eyes soft and sweet as he gazed at you. There were so many things you had wished you could say to him but you hadn’t dreamed of seeing him standing in your own parlor. You gathered yourself as best you could. 

“Forgive me. My mother is ill or she would receive you herself,” you explained. 

“I’m sorry to hear it,” he replied. 

Captain Dune was delighted to have his friend back and immediately began with a million questions of his own. 

“Djarin, you caught us quite on the back foot! What brings you all this way? Tell me, how was the journey? I hope you haven’t exhausted yourself riding,” he began. 

Mr. Djarin hardly seemed to be listening. He had a determined expression over his features and he interrupted the captain without an apology. 

“I’ve come in hopes to speak with the young lady,” Mr. Djarin said, nodding towards you. 

Your pulse quickened and you felt your face flush. You had to look away from him, afraid even a glance now would turn you into a fool. 

“Certainly,” Lady Karga said. She gripped her husband by the arm, nearly dragging him out. From the corner of your eye, you saw Captain Dune give his friend a hearty slap on the shoulder before he left the room. 

You were alone with Mr. Djarin and the only thought that could come in the uneasy silence was the feeling of his lips against yours. Was this happening? You’d longed to see him again but hadn’t dared to hope for him to even speak to you let alone— well, whatever was going on here. Finally, you steeled yourself to look at him and found his eyes were fixed on your mouth. 

“Please,” you motioned towards the sofa. 

Mr. Djarin looked about ready to sit down but then shook his head. He was still deep in thought. You had no choice but to be seated yourself because your head had begun to spin. You folded your hands in your lap to keep them from shaking. Now that the scene was set, Mr. Djarin nodded to himself. 

“First, I must apologize for my lack of decorum at Nevarro Hall. I fear my actions have forever stained your view of me,” he launched into his speech. “And I hope you can forgive me for my sudden departure. I had to address a pressing matter and so I could not offer my apology sooner.”

You realized, as much as you had cursed yourself for driving him away, Mr. Djarin had been equally tormented. It made your heart break that you might have disturbed him so and you wanted to kiss him again right there and then.

“Mr. Djarin, I have not thought ill of you for a second,” you assured him. 

He allowed a faint smile and then seemed unsure of how to go on. He swallowed hard and his eyes darted about. 

“I was sorry to hear of your mother’s illness,” he said. 

You weren’t expecting this course of the conversation but you politely followed suit. 

“She has improved since my return,” you replied. 

You could see Mr. Djarin searching his mind for more words. 

“I trust Grogu is well,” you offered.

A relieved smile warmed his features. Thinking about the boy seemed to alleviate much of his anxiety. 

“Yes. He is at Mandalore. Surely keeping the whole household busy,” he said.

You laughed. You’d heard much about Mr. Djarin’s large house and sprawling gardens. Plenty of hiding spots for the boy.

“How, how is your cousin, Julia?” Mr. Djarin asked. 

“Oh. She is quite well, thank you,” you said. 

Mr. Djarin nodded but he was worrying at one of his gloves again. Perhaps, you thought, you could put him at ease with conversation. 

“I believe she has taken a fancy to your friend,” you told him, “Mr. Gideon.”

This caught his attention but not in the way you’d hoped. His face fell and his eyes went so quickly from warm to hard you thought you imagined it. 

“He is a friend of yours, is he not?”

Mr. Djarin glowered. “That would be a generous description of our relationship.”

“Oh,” was all you could say in reply. 

“He’s called here?”

“No,” you replied, perplexed by the shift in the atmosphere. “I, I believe she corresponds with him.”

He looked a little shocked. 

“I suppose I should not have told anybody,” you said. Your cheeks were hot again and you hoped that he didn’t think that you were loose tongued or, worse, that you approved of the clandestine letters. 

“I beg you,” Mr. Djarin said, finally sitting beside you with a wildness you’d never seen in him before, “write to her and tell her to break off any contact with Gideon. Do not entertain him further.”

“I don’t understand,” you said to him.

“You must believe me. Despite what you’ve heard, Gideon is no gentleman,” he said. 

“I must ask you to speak plainly with me,” you insisted. You hadn’t taken Mr. Djarin for a gossip, had never heard him say one poor word about another man. But, still, it was a serious accusation. 

Mr. Djarin looked at you with an anguished expression but gave a grave nod.

“I will. But in order to explain, I must reveal to you my history and you may think less of me. But I would risk losing your friendship forever if it means protecting your dear cousin,” he said.

Your heart ached. You wanted to tell him that there was nothing he could possibly tell you that would change the way you felt. In fact, his honesty, surely, could only deepen the feelings you had. You ventured to put a hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling as if it might be the last time he would have the chance, and then held your hands in his.

“I am not ignorant of the rumors about myself…I’m afraid that they are true. Grogu is a child born not from marriage. His mother died on the birthing bed. And I loved her dearly.”

Your lips parted. You weren’t sure what to make of this stunning admission.

“Please, allow me to explain,” he went on quickly. “His mother was my beloved sister. She was seduced by that cad Gideon. He convinced her to elope with him. But once he had filled her with a child, he abandoned her. I promised my sister that I would care for Grogu as I would my own son. And I have. I have given him my name and all of the benefits that accompany it. But now that he is to inherit from me, Gideon wants to legitimize the lad as his son so that he might live in comfort.” 

You felt dizzier than before, could hardly even remember that moments ago you had a foolish hope that Mr. Djarin might propose. Now you had far more serious concerns. 

“I have done everything within my power to keep him from Grogu. That is why I removed the boy from Nevarro Hall in such haste. I know Gideon does not love him. He has never met the child. And I have not revealed the man’s true nature for fear of hurting my sister’s memory. Now I fear Miss Julia would meet a similar fate to that of my sister because of my vanity.”

Your eyes were brimming with tears. You had kept Julia’s secret and put her in so much danger. Now she would be ruined, perhaps tarnished far worse than you had ever been. You wanted to kiss Mr. Djarin again but this time in gratitude. You would be able to put an end to this affair. 

You would ride to Julia immediately. Maybe Mr. Djarin would go with you and give her his testimony so that she would truly understand. All of this rushed through your mind but suddenly there was a commotion in the hall, a voice you recognized. 

Emma burst in through the doors as if summoned by your thoughts. She was in a way you’d never seen before, her eyes red and cheeks blotchy and stained. 

“She’s gone!” she cried. 

You and Mr. Djarin both sprang to your feet. 

“Good heavens!” you shouted.

Emma was a mess, she was wrapped in a shawl, without any gloves, her hair nearly falling from its ribbon, no bonnet covering it. She clutched a paper to her chest and nearly fell forward were it not for Mr. Djarin catching her by the shoulder. 

“Oh! What shall we do?” she wailed. “I ran all the way here. I’m afraid I shall faint.”

You and Mr. Djarin helped her to a chair. By now Lady Karga and Captain Dune had come into the room summoned by Emma’s alarm. 

“Send for the apothecary,” Captain Dune instructed one of the maids that was peeking in from the hall. 

“No! We haven’t any time!” Emma replied. 

“At least get her a glass of brandy for her nerves,” he demanded. 

“She’s lost!” Emma went on. “My poor sister!”

She now waved the page in front of her and you took it, smoothed it, and read the familiar hand. 

Your stomach turned over and your hand came to your mouth. The note shook in your grasp. 

“What is it?” Lady Karga asked. 

You looked up at Mr. Djarin. “Julia has run off with Mr. Gideon,” you said gravely. 

“Impossible!” Lady Karga gasped, taking the letter to read for herself. 

“It says they have been secretly engaged for a month,” you said. 

Emma made a strangled sound hearing the awful fact aloud. 

“Forgive me. This is all on my account,” Mr. Djarin said, more to himself than to the company.

He had a far off look in his eye that held fury mixed with terror.

“Do you not see it?” he asked, his intense stare landing on you. “He cares nothing for Miss Julia, I am certain. It is only because of my attachment to you that he has fixed himself to her.” 

This admission of an attachment made Emma’s red eyes go wide and her head bounced frantically between the two of you.

“He means to ruin her name,” Mr. Djarin went on. “And I’m sure he hopes that you will repudiate me when you discover our connection.”

You heard Lady Karga gasp. It was clear to you now that Julia’s objections to Mr. Djarin had been invented by Mr. Gideon. You flushed with anger. 

“I will go and find them out. Leave this to me,” Mr. Djarin said.

“I’ll have them ready the horses,” Captain Dune said, a sharp look sparkling in his eye. “I’m going with you, Djarin.”

“But how–?” you called. Mr. Djarin was already on the move.

“I know where he’ll be,” he said. “I swear I will return her and put this feud to rest. No matter the cost.”

Lady Karga helped Emma sip the brandy that had just arrived as you followed the men out. Captain Dune was shouting orders at the footmen as though he were back on his old ship. Mr. Djarin stood quite still, eyes forward as he waited. 

“This is my doing,” you insisted to him. “I knew but I did not— why did I not advise her differently? I could have saved her. I ought to know better. My name was ruined for less.”

Mr. Djarin spun towards you, all of the fire still burning in his eyes. 

“I can no longer tolerate the way in which you disparage yourself,” he nearly shouted in your face. “Do you not know the purpose of our meeting? Had you not told me of Julia’s connection to Mr. Gideon— I had come to tell you—“

He sighed deeply and his large shoulders fell.

“I am quite poor with my words,” he said. Then his gaze found you again. “I wish I could express to you the, the depth of my affection for you. And though I can think of a thousand reasons why you would not have me...I love you.”

All of the air left your lungs so that all you could do was stare, wide eyed, mouth hanging open. You were already in such a state of agitation, your emotions so exhausted just from the last few minutes, that you did not know what to say. 

Your mouth could not form words but it knew the quickest way to tell Mr. Djarin how you felt. You couldn’t care less about the men standing by with the horses or Captain Dune who had just hoisted himself up into his saddle. And, for a brief moment, you forgot about Julia and Mr. Gideon, the rumors that had followed you and Mr. Djarin and his sweet young boy, the heartbreak you had once felt. 

Swiftly you stepped forward and kissed him. You were, once again, threading your fingers through his hair, inhaling the deep scent of him tinged with leather and sweat. You could say that you were kissing him before you even knew you were doing but that wasn’t true. You knew exactly what you were doing, what you wanted. You’d longed for the touch of Mr. Djarin under your lips again and now you needed to feel safe in his arms, to show him that you loved him, too. 

If he thought this was improper, he mustn’t have cared because Mr. Djarin only pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. And when you finally had the strength to break away, you stayed within inches of one another, catching your breath. 

Close enough that you could hear him whisper, “I’ll bring her back. I promise,” before he pulled himself up into the saddle and sped away. 

--- chapter 6

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sorry if you’ve answered this before but can i ask what ur process is for making stickers? i would love to make my own but i never understood how ppl make them independently outside of using sites like redbubble where they print/ship the stickers for you ^^; do you order batches through stickermule or a similar site? or is there a way to produce them at home?

Yes! There is a way to produce em at home but I feel i dont make enough stickers that wld sell really really well to justify the cost, + i do not have insider knowledge on that part as i do not make them myself, sorry ^_^

Up to now i have used 3 separate places for stickers, ill probably add limks when im on web.

Read more is bc i am going into depth on the sites ive used and my experience + how you navigate em, bc i know i always like a lot of info on ths sort of stuff, feel free to ask more questions if you'd like to know anything else ^_^

V/ograce:

✨ Vo/grace is the cheapest of all options I'll be listing, and the trade off is it'll take about a month or longer for them to produce the sticker + for it to arrive to you.

✨ They have lots of options other sites dont (sparkle star and heart holo patterns i love so munch!) but they dont have a matte option iirc. Still good and varied! Ive enjoyed the quality + recently they've improved the...color printing?

✨ You upload files on the item page (its best to label em by Amount You Want + Size to make it easier for them (like CowboySticker_50pc_2inches)) + they later email you with a digital proof of how the outlines are and you can ask them to change it then, otherwiae minimal contact (if the proof is good you just say "yes its good to go!")

✨ Only thing here is sometimes proofs can be confusing (i ordered a sticker meant to be holo on 2 areas. They ended up not being holo at all, and i could not tell from the proofs lol like there was no indicator that theyd end up not holo :( ), and then it's hard to get things fixed if youre on a deadline (like ppl who make stickers for cons) bc itd take another month for the fixed ones to get to you

I use vo/grace when i rlly want a sparkle star or heart holo design, or lots of designs that fit within the materials they have ^_^ they also only have like a 10 sticker minimum order quantity (MOQ) i believe?? So you have to order 50 stickers at minimum but you can make them be 5 different designs of 10 iirc

Stic/kerapp:

🌷 Stick/erapp has the best/my favorite sticker UI out of the sites Ive used, you upload your file and theres an editor where you can decide how big you want the border of your sticker, what color, you can adjust how big you want em to be, + other things, so you don't have to wait for a digital proof

🌷 I've had good experiences w them and the cost is good but I havent used em in a while, and last i heard they are getting a lot of attention rn due to increased popularity, which has led to them getting some orders wrong, which is ok, but I've also seen people say customer support for this has not been great recently, so I am...not completely advocating against em but I'm avoiding em for the moment until things mybe calm down? But thats bc im not a risk taker urnshfksjf

🌷 I rlly do hope things are resolved soon bc they also have some special sticker materials that other sites dont have that id love to experiment with, but its not like. A NEED ^_^

Cant remember the MOQ here but i think its also 50. I think the base MOQ for sticker sites is 50

Stick/erninja:

🌈 Sti/ckerninja is a small local business in portland iirc. I used them for my most recent sticker (be my cowboy) bc I wanted it to be matte and Vog/race doesnt have matte sticker yet! I like their UI and the way they have options and materials set up. You upload your file (all these sites specify which they accept btw ^_^) and it gives you a little mini thumbnail on what it'll look like. This is good bc I actually had some file issues and I was able to see the file i uploaded messed up the colors! So i was able to fix it before purchasing.

🌈 They give you an estimated shipping time + some time later you'll get an email with digital proof and dimensions, if there are issues you can contact them and if not you just approve on a little menu in your account ^_^ iirc they also give discounts for specific designs and are vocal about supporting things like blm which is epic to me ^_^ my experience with them was quite nice + I think prices are similar to stick/erapp.

✨ Again I'm not a big risk taker and my stuff always flops so I usually stick to vogr/ace for the cost bc I have the time/dont do cons or anything w a deadline ^_^ mybe you cld start there if you wanna start out without investing a lot of money!

🌈 I rlly rlly liked matte sticker feeling so until vo/grace adds that I'm doing that much on stick/erninja! But i use both of these interchangeably atm!

🌷 I wld check each of em out for materials to see which you like too bc they all have their own special ones i think. I think stick/erapp has a lot of options ppl enjoy, but no sparkle holo like vo/grace. Sticke/rninja has blacklight florescent sticker options! Etc

I havent tried other sites as theyre usually more expensive hdhskfjskd ^_^ but yeag!

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Sisters- Teen Titans x Aquagirl Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You don't get along well with your own siblings, but maybe you'll get along well with Starfire's super-cool, definitely-not-evil sister!

Pairings: Platonic! Starfire x reader

Word Count: 3575

A/N: Hey guys!!! Sorry for posting this so late I just did this one a lot slower lol. Unfortunately, school's starting soon so I won't be able to write as often. I'm still working on 2 fics so keep that in mind if you want to request!

Carnivals were the best invention in the world, you decided. The rides, the food, the games, and you only get to enjoy it a few times a year. So when the carnival does come to visit, you always make sure to enjoy it as much as you can.

“Don’t you just lovvvveee carnivals?” You say, walking next to Raven.

“Well, Beast Boy and Cyborg have been trying to win an animal from a single game for the past hour and Robin and Starfire are probably making out on the ferris wheel, so not as much as you.” she says, staring straight ahead. The others had paired up and set off when you first entered the carnival, so that left you with Raven. And as much as you love Raven, you love her in a “meditating/book club” way, not a “fun adventure” way. You approached the two boys as they finally won their carnival game prize.

“Told you we’d win a prize” Beast Boy grinned at Raven, holding a toy chicken to her face.

“A giant chicken. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” She said sarcastically.

Suddenly, Robin jumped in front of the four of you.

“Titans! Trouble!” He yelled, standing up from a crouching position.

“Where’s Starfire?” Cyborg asked.

“That's the trouble,” Robin said, then promptly took off. The four of you followed him close behind. He brings the four of you to a dock, where you finally see the “trouble” Robin was talking about. Starfire was being chased by a flying, squid-like space robot with tentacles and everything. She flies past the five of you, the flying machine doing the same.

“Who’s her new best friend?” Beast Boy asks, staring at the scene before you.

“Don’t know, but I can’t wait to meet him,” Robin said.

Starfire hid behind you as the flying machine continued to follow her. Beast Boy turned into an alligator and tried to attack the robotic squid, but missed. You tried to hit it with jets of water, but it bounced off of its exterior. Raven threw a hot dog cart at the machine with her telekinesis, but it simply tore straight through the cart. Cyborg grabbed onto the tentacles and strained as the machine tried to get away.

“Don't know what you did to make this thing mad, Star, but it couldn't hurt to apologize!” Cyborg yelled, trying to keep a grip on the tentacles.

“I am… sorry?” Starfire apologizes confusingly, taking shelter behind a grimacing Robin.

Cyborg loses grip on the mysterious space squid as Robin jumps forward. He hits the machine hard with his staff and it falls into the water. A moment of silence falls onto the six of you.

“So, did we just win?” Beast Boy asked.

His answer came in the form of the machine crashing through the floor and back into the sky. Robin jumps onto it.

“Don’t see an OFF switch,” He yells. “Guess I’ll have to make one!” He punches into the side of the machine. The machine goes haywire, and Robin jumps off of it before it flies crazily into the sky and blows up. Since there were already fireworks, any regular citizens could have easily mistaken it for one of the big finals. You turned your attention to Starfire.

“Starfire, are you alright?” you ask. She nodded with a small smile.

“Whatever that thing was, it can’t hurt you now.” Robin said, now next to her again.

Starfire frowned. “But… why did it wish to hurt me at all?”

.

You found yourself back in the tower after such an eventful night. Despite being attacked by some alien machine, Starfire seemed to be in a cheery mood.

“I shall thank you for my rescue by reciting the Poem of Gratitude, all six thousand verses.” She said, a giant smile on her face. You and the others stopped dead in your tracks, not excited for how the rest of the night will seem to go.

“I think ‘thank you’ cuts it,” You say.

Suddenly, you hear a voice. “I see you haven’t changed a bit.” The voice belonged to a girl who bore a striking resemblance to Starfire. She had long, black hair, and wore a black outfit similar to Starfire, except hers had more metal components. The mystery girl continued.

“When we were little, I was always rescuing Starfire.”

“Sister!” Starfire squealed, running to hug her. Starfire’s sister smiled, holding up a necklace with a large green gem as the pendant.

“A Centauri Moon Diamond?? Where did you get-”

“On the Centauri Moons of course.” the sister said, fastening the necklace around Starfire’s neck. “Oh look, it matches your eyes.” Starfire smiled brightly. You remember that you’ve been staring at the two of them interacting when she turns to the five of you.

“I wish to introduce my big sister,” Starfire said. Her sister stepped in front of her.

“Blackfire,” she said. “ And since Star told me all about the Titans in her transmissions, let me guess.” She walks over to Cyborg.

“Cyborg,” She guessed correctly.

“Pleased to meet you little lady,” Cyborg says, holding out his hand. She takes it and you hear the sound of metal bending. Cyborg holds up his hand, now bent out of shape.

“Little lady, big handshake. Well alright!” he says with a smile. Blackfire moves on.

“Raven. I like that gemstone on your Ajna chakra,” Blackfire says.

“You know about chakras?” Raven asked, mildly impressed.

“I got way into meditation on Altara Prime.” She says casually. She then turned to you.

“Aquagirl. Oh my god your outfit is soooo cute! And your hair, how do you get it so healthy?” She said, clasping your hands. Her voice was nothing like Starfire’s; it was much smoother, and more confident, not to mention she had the American accent down.

“Mix of coconut oil, avocado, and a cabinet full of hair ointments” you wink.

“You’ll have to give me tips.” she winked back.

She continued her introductions, finally getting to Robin. She was all over him, complimenting his outfit, calling his mask ‘mysterious’, etc. You saw Starfire steaming with anger, even if she didn’t show it. She intercepted them as Blackfire got close to his face.

“So beloved sister, what brings you to Earth?” Starfire asks, an annoyed grin spread across her face.

“I was in the quadrant. Thought I'd see if Earthlings like to party.” She said, hopping onto the couch. “Besides, I needed a rest. Nearly got sucked into a black hole on the way here.” Immediately, the three boys rushed over to her, the three of you girls still behind them. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the three teens crowding around Blackfire.

“Black hole?”

“No way!”

“Cool”

You could feel Blackfire’s smirk as she began her story.

“Okay. I’m cruising through Draconis Nebula and-”

Starfire interrupted. “Sister! That nebula is full of black holes! You know travel there is forbidden.” The four teens on the couch stared at her.

“Most fun things in life are. Now be a sweetie and bring me one of those sodas I've heard so much about.” Blackfire waved at her and turned back to the boys. You heard her continue the story, but all you could focus on was Starfire grumbling towards the fridge. You look at Raven; your way of saying Ill go after her.

You find Starfire taking a soda can out of the fridge, talking to herself.

“Starfire?” you ask. She flinches at your approach, almost dropping the soda in her hand.

“Oh! Aquagirl. You have caught me off guard, my apologies,” she rubs her neck, blushing.

“You alright? You seemed a little worked up back there,” you say as the teen straightened herself up.

“Oh it's nothing, it's just that…” she sighed, closing the refrigerator. “My sister has always acted in such a way that can cause me to feel… annoyed.”

“Oh well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here.” She hugs you, still holding the can of soda.

“Thank you my friend”

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The next day, You were sitting in your room. Starfire barged in while you were rubbing the water from your head with your towel.

“Oh hey Starfire! What's up?” you smile, putting the towel onto your bed.

“Aquagirl! Have you seen Blackfire?” she asked. You noticed that she seemed distressed, but decided to answer her question first.

“Oh! We just went surfing! She crushed those waves!” You say, reminiscing. She was surprisingly good at surfing, especially since she told you it was her first time. Starfire frowned.

“Oh. alright.” you frowned back at her answer.

“Well, I think she might be with Robin right now. Is everything alright?” you ask. Her face turns bright red at the mention of Robin’s name.

“N- I mean, yes! Everything is alright. I must go.” She slammed the door before you could say anything. You wanted to go after her, but you figured since she left so quickly, she's probably not in the mood to talk. You went about your day, still a little worried about her.

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Nighttime fell, and you sat on the couch with the other Titans, relaxing after an uneventful day. Starfire skipped in holding popcorn, candy, and a bunch of CDs.

“Friends! I invite you to join me in the togetherness of a stay-home movie night. I bring you popcorn and non-cotton candies. Tell me, what sort of movie shall we view?”

“Action,” said Robin.

“Romance!” you cheered.

“Comedy.” spat Beast Boy.

“Sci-fi” Cyborg offered.

“Horror.” Raven said flatly. Starfire drops her goodies.

“Perhaps a double feature?” she asked.

“Forget the flicks, kids.” You looked up to see Blackfire, now dressed in Starfire’s clothes. “We’re going out!”

“We are? Where did you- How did you-” Starfire stuttered, obviously confused by her sister’s new look.

“Heard about a party downtown,” Blackfire continued, ignoring her sister. “Cool crowd, hot music”

“Sound’s nice!” you say.

“Yeah!” Beast Boy agrees.

“I’m in!” Cyborg says.

“Why not?” Robin smiles. Raven kept looking at her book.

“And it's in an abandoned warehouse,” Blackfire adds. Raven looked up from her book, her way of saying that she's in. You all began to leave. You noticed Starfire still standing where she was, looking a bit sadder.

“Starfire? you coming?” you asked, walking by her.

“Oh um, I guess I will go,” she said, hanging her head a bit. You looked at her but she didn’t meet your eyes. Maybe she’s tired, you thought, walking to catch up with the other titans.

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You entered the party, taking in the colorful lights and dancing teens. You followed Blackfire onto the dance floor, who seemed to already be dancing.

“Step aside Earthlings, the queen of the galaxy has arrived!” she cheered, swaying her hips with the other teens. She looks at the rest of you, a smirk on her face.

“Now don't tell me you big tough superheroes are afraid of a little dancing.” she says, beckoning you to do so. The boys joined in, and you noticed that Raven left the dance floor with a boy. The only people who weren’t dancing were you and Starfire. Starfire looked scared, she was clutching her new necklace, and you swore that she said something about shovels. You came up to her and took her hand.

“Let’s go Starfire, I think you need some air.” you say, leading her to the stairwell.

You sat next to her on the roof, both awkwardly silent.

“So, what's wrong?” you finally say.

“It’s my sister again,” she sighs. “It feels as though she has stolen you all from me, and I don’t know how to keep that from happening.”

“Hey. we’ll always be your friends, just as you’ll be ours. And she didn’t steal us from you, we just thought she was cool and all-” you were cut off by a yell from the part below.

“YO A.G.!!! YOU GOTTA COME DOWN HERE!!!” Cyborg yelled. You looked at the direction of the sound and then back at Starfire, who was staring at the ground.

“Oh- uh they probably need me, I’ll be right back,” You say, rubbing her arm. “HANG ON I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC!”

You race down to the dance floor and see Cyborg dancing.

“YO THEY’RE TOTALLY PLAYING YOUR SONG!” he yelled. Ugh I should get back to Starfire but they are totally playing my song, you thought. You look at Cyborg again, who was waving at you to join him. You see Robin next to you and pull him aside.

“Hey Aquagirl! Where’s Starfire?” He asked. You cross your arms.

“She’s upstairs on the roof. Listen, she’s super down in the dumps right now, I think you should talk to her.” You say. He nods and leaves, heading towards the stairs. You sigh as you go back to join your other friends. You bump into Blackfire, who was now sporting a neon pink wig.

“Um, nice wig,” you say.

“Thanks hot stuff. Where’s Robin? I saw you with him earlier.” She asked, still dancing. You weren’t sure if it was the best idea to tell her.

“He’s uhhhhhhh….” you try to stall.

“... with Starfire.” she finishes. You turn to see her staring through the glass roof, where you could see Robin and Starfire sitting together. She turns to the rest of you.

“One sec guys!” She winks. Less than a minute goes by and she reappears with Robin. You make eye contact; he seemed annoyed by being back here.

“We HAVE to dance to this song!” she says, starting to dance again next to Robin. He steps away from her.

“Sorry, but I’m going to check on Starfire again.” Robin says, heading to the stairwell again. Blackfire follows him, trying to get him to return, leaving you with Cyborg and Beast Boy. They continue to dance and you roll your eyes.

Suddenly, you notice Starfire fighting something. You squint at her location, then realize that what she's attacking is one of the robots from yesterday. You look at the two boys who’ve quite literally been dancing the whole time.

“Cyborg! Beast Boy! Starfire’s in trouble!” You yell, already running towards the exit. Suddenly, another of those robots appears out of nowhere.

“What the- AHHHHH!!!!” you scream as the robot latches onto you and drags you away. The two boys try to follow you but a third robot attacks them, leaving you to still be stuck in the clutches of the space robot. You see Raven hanging out with the boy from earlier (they’d be a cute couple huh) and she spots you. She flies after you, flinging two robots towards the machine as you finally break free. Starfire crashes into the room through the ceiling and lands in the crates, Cyborg and Beast Boy still taking on the other robot.

All three of the robots start chasing Starfire, and she flies around the room trying to lose them. Cyborg knocks into them and lays some punches, you trying to short circuit them by spraying them with water. One of the robots hits Cyborg, sending him flying into a wall. Another one sends Starfire flying into a different wall, and she lands in a dumpster. You run to the hole in the wall to find the aliens trying to bring the whole dumpster into the air. You were about to try to strike them when you saw a flash- the flash of a birdarang. It cuts into the arms of the robot and drops the container. Robin joins the rest of you.

“Titans Go!” Robin yells, but Blackfire flies out in front of you. In a matter of seconds she demolished all three robots. You all surrounded her as she stood victoriously.

“Aw yeah! Good times!”

“Nice shot, Tex!”

“Very nice.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself!”

“How did you know where to hit them?” Robin asked.

“Lucky guess,” Blackfire shrugged. Cyborg stepped forward.

“We could use luck like that,” he said. “Maybe you oughta join the team.”

“Me? A teen titan?” Blackfire asked, obviously flattered. You couldn’t help but notice Starfire looking away, a defeated look on her face. I should talk to her again, you decided.

.

You and Robin found Starfire standing on the roof of the Titans Tower. You found out that you both had the idea of finishing up your conversations, but it seemed that Starfire had different plans. You reach her as she floats into the air.

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?” Robin asked, causing her to whip around to face the two of you.

“A little rude if you ask me,” you tried to joke, but she didn’t laugh. Her head hanging, she slowly landed back on the roof, taking off the backpack she was wearing.

“Aquagirl, Robin, I- '' She began, but was cut off by the sound of a spaceship coming towards you. One of the aliens on board unleashes its arm, which is a tentacle much like one of the robot’s, and slashes you and Robin, sending you both to the ground. It then wraps around Starfire, pulling her into the ship.

Robin runs towards the screaming Starfire and jumps from the roof and towards the ship. You watch in horror as he misses, and begins the fall towards the ground. The ship continues its ascent into the air.

“ROBIN!” you scream, running towards the edge of the Tower’s roof. You can do this, you can do this, you can-

You focused hard, and raised your arms above you. A geyser of water shoots up from the shore and catches Robin. You raised the geyser up towards the hull of the spaceship, allowing the Boy Wonder to grab onto the bottom and make his way up. Seeing that he made it safely on board, you dropped the geyser of water.

You fell to your knees, breathing heavily. You haven’t made such a strong geyser in, well, never! Your vision was blurring as Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven all rushed onto the roof.

“Aquagirl! What happened?” Cyborg asked, helping you up.

“Starfire… Spaceship… Robin… I helped…” you huffed, pointing towards the spaceship, which was now far away from the tower.

“We gotta catch up to them. But how?” Beast Boy said, staring at the silhouette in the distance.

“Follow my lead.” Raven said, grabbing on to Beast Boy and Cyborg, who was holding into you. You watched as she made a dark portal in front of you. She pulled the three of you through it and you found yourself in the outskirts of the city, next to mountains and a river. You see Starfire and Robin up ahead, in front of a now toppled over spaceship.

“Starfire! Robin!” Beast Boy yelled as you caught up to them.

“Are you alright?” Cyborg asked. Suddenly, you see two aliens emerge from the shipwreck.

“Titans! Get ready!” he said, assuming a fighting stance, which you follow. You wait tensely as the aliens approach you.

“In the name of the Grand Centauri Empire, you are all under arrest.” one of the aliens says, showing off a professional looking police badge. You stare at it. If they're police, why are they arresting us? And why are we fighting them?

“Uh… you can’t be the good guys. We’re the good guys.” Beast Boy says, just as confused as you are.

“And we are the Centauri Police,” the second alien repeats.

“The Tamaranean girl is a liar and a thief.” the first police alien says, pointing at Starfire. “She's committed high crimes throughout the entire Centauri system.”

“I have never even been to the Centauri moons!” Starfire pleaded.

Suddenly everything clicked. The necklace, the events at the carnival, the events at the party. All evidence seemed to have pointed to Starfire, but they actually pointed at another person.

“But I know someone who has.” you and Robin say at the same time. You look at each other, obviously aware of who the other was thinking.

Blackfire.

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Robin took off Starfire’s necklace for her and threw it aside. He faced the police aliens.

“You’ve been chasing the wrong girl. Where’s Blackfire?” Robin says. Before any of the other Titans could answer, you saw a figure flying through the sky.

“That Bitch!” you yelled, watching Blackfire make an escape.

“Don’t worry Star, she won't get away with this,” Robin says to Starfire, but her eyes are already glowing.

“No she will not!” she yells, and shoots off into the sky. You couldn’t see much, but there were flashes of bright green and purple in the sky. The Centauri police calmly rebalanced their ship and restarted it, its engine humming to life.

You then watched as they proceeded to fly up into the sky and capture Blackfire, similar to how they initially captured Starfire, and fly off into the night. You stared dumbfounded.

"What just happened?"

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The next morning, you stood in front of the kitchen, making pancakes with Cyborg.

“Crazy what happened last night, huh?” you yawned, watching the pancakes sizzle on the stove.

“No kidding,” he said. “She would’ve made a great addition to the team, except for the intergalactic-criminal part.” You laughed, flipping the rest of the pancakes.

You climbed up to the roof, finding Robin and Starfire sitting together. God they’re probably being cheesy together you thought. You cleared your throat, the two of them jumping at your presence.

“Hey you two,” you winked. “Breakfast is ready!!!”