#Wow do I want to redo some of these

[testing-reblogs]

What if I connected to a very unstable chassis then tried to kill you and your girlfriend wouldn't that be fun

[karalovesallthegirls]

journeying into the realm of things only I will care about, when I first wrote 'we need to talk about kara' I was a graduate student studying counseling who had never even seen a client before and I included a basically throw away paragraph about kara receiving EMDR therapy because I knew it was a thing that was big for trauma treatment and I figured a superhero level therapist would utilize that, and the way that I wrote it was so clearly a wikipedia-level attempt at depicting a therapy I did not understand and even in my one little paragraph it was so wrong lmao

and now, as I try to work on the final chapter, I have two years of experience working with clients and I am literally EMDR certified, and so rereading what I wrote was so painful to me I had to rewrite it into a full scene. And I don't know if anyone would actually even care about it being more authentic or whatever but it just felt deeply important to me lmfao. In the event that you are interested in a comparison, I have the original vs what is up now below

Original from grad school Jill: Things are feeling better, she's feeling better, but there's still so much Her therapist suggests something else. Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing. "Which means…" she drawls, and her therapist smiles. "Which means you recount a traumatic incident while following my guidance with your eyes. It should help." Kara isn't entirely convinced, but she might as well. They lead her through it. The doctor has her follow a pen with her eyes, up and down side to side in quick swipes, while she tells the story of her people's death. She recounts it in detail, talks of the fiery reds and death screams, tears running down her face the whole time while her eyes flicker and move about. "It works well with humans," the doctor explains. "The science isn't entirely understood but the research is undeniable. Something about the rapid eye movement triggers the part of the brain that holds on to the trauma, and through this process it eases it.

She's not sure if it works, but she sleeps the whole night afterwards for the first time in a long time. VERSUS

EMDR Certified Jill:

Things are feeling better, she’s feeling better, but there’s still so much.

Her therapist suggests something else. Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing.

“Which is…” she drawls, and her therapist smiles.

“It's a processing technique that targets the trauma in your brain through your eyes. Basically, research suggests there's a link between eye movement and brain processing. Think of it like sleeping - your body heals best when you get deep, REM sleep. Guided rapid eye movement - it can help.”

Kara isn’t entirely convinced, but she might as well. 

They build up to it for a while. Longer than Kara would have liked. They spend ages going over how her body and mind connect, how feelings live in her body just as much as her mind. They practice feeling your feelings, as ridiculous as it feels to do. They sit together, eyes closed, and practice shifting focus from more distressing feelings to more positive, over and over and over until finally, for some reason, her therapist deems her ready.  She expects to just start telling her about her deepest trauma, but then things never do go as she expects. "What's a problem you've been experiencing lately that, if resolved, would have a significant impact on your life?"

"I don't know, everything? I don't know." "Try something specific, it doesn't have to be perfect." Kara sighs, runs her fingers through her hair. "I guess just feeling angry and sad all the time." "Can you think of a specific time?" "Like last week. I spent some time with my sister and her girlfriend, and they were complaining about work and all the things going on and I just felt so frustrated - they get to just do that, get to go and do these big important things, and I'm just left here feeling useless and pathetic because I can't even get myself out the door to help."

"And that anger is familiar?" "Definitely. I got mad the other day at group, too, when someone was talking about how they hate having to navigate earth culture or something and I just felt so, so angry." 

"When you think about these moments, what do you feel like is the longing there?” “I don’t know what that means.” “What is it you're wanting in those moments?” “I guess I just want to be normal again. I want to be able to do what everyone else is doing again without feeling like I’m going to collapse under it all.” “You want to feel empowered, to be a part of something meaningful again.” She shrugs, nods. “Can you think of a time when you had a hope for that – of being empowered, being a part of something meaningful – and it didn’t happen?” Kara talks about the moment in Alex’s apartment when she collapsed under her own fear. “Can you think of an earlier time?” She does. She recounts a time when she first started working at Catco and she messed something up for Cat, and how isolated she felt. Her therapist nods, and then asks again,“Can you think of an earlier time?” It goes and goes and goes until suddenly she’s talking about being a child shoved into a ship and sent into the void. She can feel it on a visceral level, she can feel the flames behind them. 

“When you bring that memory to mind, what image represents the worst part?” her therapist asks gently. "My mom's face," she says. "The way she looked when they closed the pod." "When you picture that, your mother's face, what words go best with that image that express a negative belief you have about yourself right now, even if you know better?" She's shaking, she thinks, and she can feel the swelling of feeling flood her. Her mother's sad eyes, the crinkles around them as she fakes a smile, trying to comfort, trying to trick Kara into thinking it's all for the best, that it's all going to be okay. "It's not worth it," Kara says, "I'm not worth it. I shouldn't have been the one saved." "You feel worthless," the counselor reiterates. Kara nods, trembling.

"And where do you feel that in your body?" Kara waves over her face, her chest.  "Everywhere. Here, in my heart," she presses her hand to her chest. "I feel it crushing." Her therapist nods, sitting up straight, and lifts her hand. "I want you to bring up that image in your mind of your mom's face as she put you in the ship, think about the words 'I am worthless', and notice that feeling in your body, and then follow my fingers." And with that she moves her two fingers together in front of Kara, back and forth and back over and over while she followed along, her mind reeling at a level she's never experienced before. She asks her again and again what are you noticing now? What are you noticing now? And Kara notices everything. She feels everything. She cries the entire time. 

She’s not sure if it works, but she sleeps the whole night afterwards for the first time in a long time.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

The absolute indignity of begging uni administration for extensions and redos. The needle to thread between "I am doing so poorly please just give me this I'm at the fucking end of my rope" and "promise it's just right now though I'm going to get soo much better and be so normal for next time it's just this once". The way I'm sent into horrendous spirals about my self-worth and future every time I have a deadline.

[dragonballwish]

HELLO I AM NOT DEAD NOR ARTLESS

[neverendingford]

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[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Bad Idea? Maybe.´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Aphrodite!Reader Synopsis: An Aphrodite kid is more interested in fighting than lip gloss. What happens when a Poseidon boy starts a fight with her? Warning(s): cursing? Word Count: 1851

Aphrodite kids were most known for their looks. Whether it was them admiring themselves in any possible reflection or having a bunch of other little fans, Aphrodite kids are here to take pride in the gift their mother has granted them. They were never ones to be advanced in archery or sword fighting in the fear of messing up a nail or getting a scratch on their perfect skin.

Except you. Despite being an Aphrodite kid, tending to your looks wasn't your biggest priority, you always considered yourself pleasing to the eye and so did others. Once you got to camp and saw people sword fighting, you knew that's what you were meant to do, you were instantly gravitated toward it like a magnet.

Of course, when you first arrived, you weren't claimed, so like most others, were sent to the Hermes cabin where the head counselor Luke, showed you around. Before the both of you managed to step out of the cabin you immediately asked him to show you to the practice arena where people were sword fighting. When you both arrived, that's when you met a kid named Percy. Luke saw it as a relief since he had other duties to quickly attend to so he left you with him.

"Hey I'm Percy" he extended his hand.

"I'm Y/N, I just got here" you shook his hand.

"I can you show some basics of sword fighting if you want, but Lukes the real master at it. Best at camp" Percy boasted, he clearly admired him from what you gathered.

"Cool, I'm new at this so you could've really told me that anyone here was the best and I would've take your word for it" he let out a small laugh. You felt a little relieved when he did. At first you were nervous on arriving but you were slowly staring to feel better about it.

Percy went to grab a sword for you, but the second he handed it to you a light pink aura began to radiate from you. When you looked up you saw a dove, meaning you were claimed by Aphrodite. Before you had the chance to think about it, a bunch of your, now sisters, ran up to you to escort you to your new cabin for a makeover and gossip session. In the process you dropped your sword and was dragged from Percy.

While you were getting your makeup and nails down, you could listen in on the swords clanking together as people fought and harnessed their skills outside. You were feeling kinda jealous, you wanted to be out there, not here getting ready for nothing when you already thought of yourself as pretty. After an hour they were finally finished and were all simultaneously staring in their reflections whilst listening to Lana Del Rey. You took this chance to sneak out and run back to where people were training, you saw Percy was still there and ran up to him.

"Hey, your still here" you said to Percy, breathing a little heavier from your run.

"Oh hey, so I guess you slipped from your siblings clutches" Percy joked making you exhale loudly.

"You would not even believe" you shook the thought of having a girl redo the same nail eight times because she kept messing it up and getting slightly burned at the back of your neck with a straightener. "Anyways I was wondering if you'd still be up for giving me some lessons. You know, the basics" you asked.

"Wow an Aphrodite kid who wants to fight, you might be the first. Why even bother now" Percy joked making you roll your eyes.

"Hey, I think love and desire can play a bigger role in fighting then you realize" you informed while crossing your arms and quirking up your eyebrow.

"Interesting, how so" Percy questioned.

"Maybe we'll find out later, now pass me sword."

Percy began showing you the basics and continued to do so for the next few months. Over this time you began to get better and better at fighting. Percy would call you best in your cabin as a joke since none of your siblings ever feel like picking up weapons and actually practicing.

Naturally over these few months, you also began getting closer to Percy. Your sisters loved to pick and prod at the, as they call it, budding relationship you and Percy had. The two of you just saw each others as friends, at least that's what you told your sisters. The friendship the two of you really had was more flirty if anything, because at the end of the day you'd be lying to yourself and everyone around if you said you didn't think Percy was hot. He really was.

After a solid six months, at least when it came to girls you were one of the best sword fighters at camp. You were out almost every day having training sessions whether it was with Percy or alone. This day in particular was alone. No one else was out so you had all the dummies to your self, cutting them up and chopping their heads off like it was nothing.

"And how did I know I'd find you here" Percy announced from behind you making you slightly jump.

"Because your so obsessed with me and have my schedule memorized" you humored as you looked at him over your shoulder.

"Your hilarious, has any one of your ass-kissers told you that today" Percy bantered.

"Yeah actually he just did" you returned making him roll his eyes. You both chuckled as he went and picked up a sword.

"Fight me." Hm?

"What?"

"I said," Percy raised his sword at you. "Fight me."

"Alright. You asked for it" you amused as you both took your places.

"What makes you think I'll lose"

"What makes you think I won't win" and with that you lunged forward and swung. Percy barely blocked as he jumped back. For the next few minutes the both of you were swinging and dodging with ease. That's the problem with trying to fight someone whom you've been training with for months, they know all your moves. The both of you had your blades pressed up against each other when Percy mustered up the strength to push you off and lashed at you.

"Shit, I'm sorry" you looked at him confused before he gestured downward, looking kind of nervous. When he slashed at you, he had created a giant rip in your shirt and absolute exposed your bra. Normally, you would've been embarrassed, but you had an idea to finally end and win the fight.

"Your acting like you don't like what your seeing right now" you boldly stated as you took whats left of the shirt off, now standing there in just your denim shorts and bra.

"No, no. Trust me I'm a fan" he eyed you up and down.

"Remember what I said to you when you first asked me why an Aphrodite kid would bother learning to fight?" You said as you watched him start getting redder.

"Um, yeah, I do" Percy was switching eye contact between you and your cleavage, trying not to make it obvious.

"I think your desire for me is clouding your judgement, clouding whether or not you still want to fight me."

"I think that might be.. kind of true right now" normally you would've been happy with an easy win, but you wanted to really earn your victory. You looked to your side and picked up your water bottle from the floor, opening it up, and dumping the fresh water on Percy.

"Too bad" you winked. "I want to really win." After that, you charged at Percy again, and if it wasn't for the water you dumped on him he probably wouldn't have blocked in time. You guys went back to swinging at each other but this time, you were the one who pushed him back. You took the chance while he was unbalanced to quickly get low to swing out your foot and kick the back of his ankles, leaving him flat on his ass. Before he had the time to react you quickly straddled him, pinning him down while pointing your sword at his neck.

"I win" you said in between breathes. Percy just smiled at you, clearly not upset at losing. The tension in the area was think. The combination of you both panting for air, you in your bra, and the position the both of you were in made the place suffocating.

Percy slid his hands upward on your thighs before saying "Congrats."

"So what? No victory kiss?" you said. And Percy didn't take another second before sitting up and engulfing you in a heated kiss. You both continued making out while Percy kept one hand in your hair while he leaned back and used his other arm to lean on. You began to move back and forth while your hands gripped on to Percy's Shirt, he shortly took the hint and slipped it off. After a few moments you heard someone shout your name, causing the both of you to shoot upward.

"Shit, I think that's one of my sisters" you said quickly.

"Here take this" Percy said while handing you his shirt. "I think this sight should be reserved for me" he winked at you, making you feel a little warm as you slipped on his shirt. It smelled like him. You stood up from your comfortable seat and extended your hand to Percy and helped him up. And at that moment one of your sisters, Silena, had finally found you.

"Hey Y/-" her eyes widen as she looked between you and Percy. "Oh my gods" she whispered as she ran off laughing. Oh no.

"Oh my gods" you said has you rubbed his temples. "She's such a little gossip, you know that?"

Percy just laughed at you. "Now I'm not gonna have to watch your fans try and be me, yet fail miserably" that made you laugh.

"You were my favorite one anyways. Literally my biggest, number one fan" you pointed the number one in his face. He swatted it away and held your hand in his for a second before letting go.

"I think it's time I head out and, you know, grab a shirt." Percy expressed.

"I mean I don't know" you eyed him up and down. "I'm kind of enjoying this sight right now."

"Am I being objectified right now" Percy gasped and placed his hand on his chest, fake shock flooding his features.

"Oh never. I'm just sharing an opinion" you quipped.

"Yeah yeah, anyways I've gotta go" Percy kissed your forehead before heading off. You smiled and made your way back to your cabin. When you made your way through the door, all your sisters were there. They all simultaneously turned to you with devilish smiles on their faces. One thing for sure is, just because they can't fight, doesn't mean Aphrodite kids aren't scary.

"That shirt doesn't really look like your size Y/N."

[cieloclercs]

congrats on your 1K you deserve it‼️‼️

when you have the time could you write for lewis hamilton + nepo!reader ( male or female ) who is an actress / actor?

king of my heart — lewis hamilton

pairing. lewis hamilton x nepo baby!actress!reader

genre. social media au

face claim. gigi hadid

warnings. mentions of age gap, swearing, some online hate, lewis and reader are literally the hottest couple ever, daniel lowkey trolling lando, sex jokes ??, mixed up met gala years sorryyyy, some inaccuracies with race outcomes shshsh

author’s note. hello anon! thank you for being my first request for my 1k event 🥰 i wasn’t sure if you wanted an imagine style thing or not so i’ve gone for a social media au. hope that’s ok ! if not just let me know and i can redo this for you <3

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lewishamilton The happiest 4 years with my Queen 🤍 Here’s to forever x

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[jimothystu]

Instagram AU: One of the Boys Part 1

Summary: YN is best friends with Trevor and by proxy has become "one of the boys" with him, the Hughes brothers, and Cole Pairings: Reader & Jack Hughes, Reader & Trevor Zegras, Reader & Quinn Hughes, Reader & Luke Hughes, and Reader & Cole Caufield Notes: I’m starting a little series! Haven’t decided who the reader ends up with yet so lmk if you have any preference! Also may write actual fics for this if there’s interest 🫶 All pics from Pinterest - credit to owners! Tag list:(join here or lmk if you want to be tagged in this series specifically) **[I messed up the form at first and forgot to have a place for urls and someone filled it out but since there was no url idk who it was 😭 I'm sorry!! If you filled out my form and were not tagged in this pls redo it!] @sammiejane22 @jackhues

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yourusername: I love these dorks. Thanks for letting me crash guys weekend!

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jackhughes: which one of you fuckers took that last pic

⇢ _quinnhughes: Wasn’t me

⇢ lhughes_06: Nah man not me

⇢ jackhughes: @/trevorzegras I SWEAR TO GOD

⇢ trevorzegras: 👀

⇢ yourusername: 😂 Thanks Z!!

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_quinnhughes: Feel free to crash guys weekend any time 😌

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⇢ _quinnhughes: No…

⇢ lhughes_06: No we definitely like your company… and food…

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trevorzegras: I won twister for anyone who cares

⇢ _quinnhughes: No one cares

⇢ yourusername: I care! 🙋‍♀️

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lhughes_06: Kay but who do you love the most?

⇢ yourusername: I plead the fifth

⇢ fan1: We all know it’s Z!

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fan3: OMG JACK AND YN DOING FACEMASKS TOGETHER PLEASE THATS SO CUTE

- fan10: I ship it!!!!

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Trevorzegras: This is the love I get

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jackhughes: 😂

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lhughes_06: Wow that’s the love I get from Jack too

⇢ trevorzegras: Twinning 👯‍♂️

yourusername: Lol love you Z

⇢ trevorzegras: Yeah yeah 🙄

colecaufield: Brutal

⇢ trevorzegras: Truly the worst 😔

fan6: Omg first the face masks now this??

⇢ fan8: Sibling behaviour omg

⇢ fan3: Or couple behaviour 👀

⇢ fan6: Nah they’re clearly just friends

⇢ fan2: Idk some of the pics look a bit sus

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yourusername: “This is the love I get”

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lhughes_06: Lol did you banish her to the backseat or sth

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fan2: They’re so cute 😭

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Nail polish

Gender neutral

- order 62 | Headcanon | Second years

Note: I don’t know much about nails and my only source is my mom.

Riddle Rosehearts

He wants red and white. It works well with his dorm uniform and it reminds him of the Queen of Hearts! He just wants the classic round shaped nails since long nails could make it hard to do his daily activities. But he actually kinda wants long nails.

As you do his nails, he’s staring at you. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. He doesn’t wanna distract you so he just stares at you.

“Oh wow, they’re cuter than I remember…”

He gets a random craving for sweets so immediately when you’re done he wants to have a tea party. He’s really impressed actually. It’s really pretty.

He randomly starts staring at his nails and smiles at the thought of you. But people think it’s a little weird that he began smiling for no reason.

“Is Riddle okay??”

“Why is he smiling?”

Ruggie Bucchi

Why would he get his nails painted? He’s always doing something with his hands, it’s gonna get ruined immediately.

But alas, you don’t care and sit him down. He picks out a dark brown and a cream color. He doesn’t really care what design or shape so you get some creative freedom.

He keeps moving while wailing “it feels weird!” He gets used to it after a while and only does it to annoy you. You have a death grip on his wrist so you can actually get the job done.

He always asking “are you done yet??” just to annoy you.

After you’re done, he’s actually kinda satisfied.

But the next week his nails are already ruined! He probably bites his nails and he most likely accidentally ate the nail polish.

He tried to save it though, but Leona wasn’t having any of that.

“Damn, please? Look I got my nails down I don’t wanna get them ruined.”

“I don’t care get me my food.”

Now you sit him down again and have to redo it.

Floyd Leech

He’s very happy to get his nails painted. He wants a different color on every finger and it’s doable but just kinda funny. He also asks for stiletto nails He’s smiling the whole entire time which is very unnerving.

He randomly laughs as you paint it in.

“What’s wrong?”

“Heh sorry it felt funny!”

He tells you the story of when Azul sprayed ink when the twins played a prank on him as little children. Apparently it felt similar as getting your nails painted, according to him at least.

Hes really happy with the end result. It probably ended up looking a little wack because he kept moving.

He’s glad nail polish to waterproof. It lasts a long time since his nails don’t seem to grow very fast (him being an eel and stuff).

Okay but he would accidentally chip it and he would cry. He would forget his long nails and chip it while putting on his gloves.

Jade Leech

He doesn’t see why not? He’s puts his hand out expectantly. You can pick out the color but he wants squoval nails since long nails seem hard to function in.

He keeps a good conversation with you. It’s easier to have a conversation with him when he’s not staring at you with a scary grin.

He enjoyed it more than expected. He compliments your work and gives you a very charming smile.

He takes very good care of his nails and it lasts for a while, like Floyd’s. He wouldn’t chip it unlike Floyd. It feels oddly nice to have painted nails.

Azul Ashengrotto

It’s a bit scary. He thinks that nails make it hard to do paper work so he wants short nails. The tweels would pick the colors and it ends up being a nice blue, the color of their earrings.

Azul tries to not move but it feels weird. He distracts himself by doing paper work until you start working on his right hand, his dominant hand. So he talks to you.

He’s impressed but still sorta embarrassed about it. He wears his gloves more often but then would panic if he saw it was messed up in any way.

Jamil Viper

He doesn’t really want to but it wouldn’t be the worst thing. He agrees and he likes how happy you seem. Color doesn’t matter much to him unless it’s tacky and he wants to keep his nails short. Long nails would make his life much more difficult.

Kalim picks the color and it’s the color of the Scarabia gem. He’s very quiet which makes it a bit awkward. It’s oddly relaxing for him. Enough he could fall asleep but he doesn’t.

When it’s finished, Kalim is staring really hard. Kalim runs out and gets out some jewelry and tells him to put it on. Jamil refuses but eventually you grab it and put it on for him.

Just as expected, it looks even better. Jamil keeps it on because he knows he’ll get pestered to put it back on by both you and Kalim.

He might accidentally chip the nail polish while doing dishes and just peel it off.

Kalim Al Asim

Yay! He’s so excited. He already knows what he wants. Almond nails with blue and red, like the feather on his dorm uniform!

He apologizes for moving around too much but it tickets. He kinda sits between your legs facing away from you. Apparently that’s not how he’s supposed to sit but it doesn’t matter since you still get the job done.

He’s so happy he’s jumping with joy. He probably would try to pay you for your work.

He takes extra good care of his nails. I don’t think it would last that long because he’s clumsy. He gets really sad and guilty when it gets ruined.

Silver

Sure? Lilia and Malleus have black nails, anyway. He’s not sure what color he should choose so he asks you. Ultimately, he gets a color similar to his eyes. You figure that you could just use his natural nail shape.

He was expecting to do it sitting up but you tell him to lay down on your lap under a tree. He complies and eventually he falls asleep just as expected.

You get a bit distracted because you see animals approaching but as soon as you raise your head they started scurrying away.

You wake him up when you’re done and he feels bad for falling asleep. Well the job was already done.

Lilia takes notice of his nails. He’s a bit surprised but it’s adorable. Now he wants a nail appointment.

[aqours]

anyways if i'm going this deep in lemme share this teen mom Ashley fic idea i had i'd love feedback on the idea

this is completely unrelated to my other idea regarding this this is an entirely different can of worms i'm putting this under a readmore just bc it's a bit long and also filled with dead doves so only open and eat it at your own discretion

so basically the idea goes like this- when they were teenagers (her 14 and him 16) Andrew and Ashley got into some kind of big fight (still working on it) most likely due to him having a girlfriend in hs at the time. during this period, in an effort to make a point and piss him off, Ashley gets a boyfriend of her own (who just so happens to have messy black hair and green eyes wow what a coincidence) who was in a class with Andrew. some incident happens where Ashley "accidentally" leaves her phone with explicit texts on view (but also tis like the 90s so maybe i'll redo that) and Andrew talked with his classmate and then uh there was another second missing person, and after an intense argument Ashley and Andrew "slept in the same bed" and anyways a month later Ashley announces she's pregnant casually at the dinner table putting the pregnancy test she put right on it.

"Huh. Not the reaction I was hoping for."

"Forgive me for not being particularly fucking thrilled at the idea of being a grandmother at 32, Ashley."

"You know, if my kid has a kid at 15 and their kid ALSO has a kid at 15 you could be a great-great-grandma at only 75."

"Please shut the fuck up, Ashley."

and Andrew is in complete denial it is. it's been 6 years and every single person except Julia refuses to believe it isn't. at one point when Alexis "Alex" Graves is a baby she makes a comment she has her father's (green) eyes with a wink and grin at Andrew. during the Burial Route when Mrs. Graves is trying to plead with Andrew she finally says "... If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your ------------------" and it's like his brain physically blocks out any insinuation with he's the father with white noise. so he's been living as the kid's uncle officially and has no idea how to act around this kid most of the time.

Ashley is not a good mom by any means and has had CPS called on her more than once but incompetence won't remove the child entirely and she does like. actually love this kid but her obsession with Andrew is clearly more important to her, the fact this kid keeps him tethered to her even if he won't admit, and also because she spoils the kid however she can to try to prove she's a better mother just because her daughter is happier than she was, when learning Alex hit another kid to get their candy she was outright like fuck YEAH if you want something take it!!! girlboss gatekeep gaslight to this four year old and Andrew at least tried to teach the kid right from wrong in response. during her first birthday Mrs. Graves asked Ashley if she was gonna do anything and Ashley didn't see a point the kid is 1 they won't remember the birthday there's nothing they'd want and she doesn't seem to process the point of a birthday for a baby isn't about toys and fun but to celebrate their life. when Ashley suggests they can get by on mugging people Alex says she can pose as a homeless sad kid and for the first time in a while at her Ashley lights up and says THAT'S why you're mama's favorite <3333

babies don't make everything better the co-dependent toxic satanic demonic summoning cannibal incest game's plot now also includes a 6 year old that has also eaten people now with two of the most awful parents imaginable around her and if anything Ashley might get colder once her mom is dead because now there's no way

thoughts? i really want to write this but i'd love feedback

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Today, we're visiting the former 1950 townhouse of the late designer Gianni Versace. It's in New York City, has 7bd 8.5ba and is on the market for $60M. Notice the gold Versace logo in the door.

How spectacular is this entrance hall and stairs? I have never seen columns in 2 different marbles before.

Wow, look at the sitting room ceiling. The furnishings are available to purchase. I don't know if I'd want this red furniture. Maybe one sofa.

This must be a breakfast room. That's not a carpet, is it, that's the floor. Wow.

What do you think, should we buy the dining room furniture? Yeah, it's nice. Let's get it. Love the fireplace, walls and chandelier.

Everyday dining room?

Not lovin' the kitchen. So stark, but we're not cooking in here, anyway. It's for the chef.

The main bedroom.

Closeup of the wall behind the bed. I think that we should redo this whole thing. You know, start off fresh, b/c of the murder and everything.

This is some amazing bath. I bet it takes at least 2 housekeepers to keep this up.

He had an office befitting a major designer.

Casual TV room. I think we should get the purple couches.

Table for board games outside the game room. Look at the skylit ceiling.

In the game room. Look at the whimsical flooring.

A couple of the other bedrooms. Might as well get the furniture- there are 7 bedrooms.

The home gym. We'll take the equipment.

Fancy closet.

Beautiful roof top deck. Look, it's the skylight from outside the game room.

What a lovely private garden.

[tartarusknight]

King of the Freaks | Part 7

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Steve had the guys over maybe twice a week as time went on, and Thanksgiving was just around the corner. Some days when they were over, Steve stayed out on purpose on others he curled up on one of the couches to watch them. And for the first time, he finds himself with others more than he is alone. Monday and Thursday are Hellfire. Steve still has swimming on Tuesday and Thursday but they already stopped doing Hellfire on Tuesday for him, he wasn’t going to let them shift to another day than Thursday. Most Wednesdays he spends with Dustin at the least. Sometimes more of the kids tag along but he doesn’t mind. He’ll give Max a ride home if Billy drives off without her. And he’ll babysit Will if both Jonathan and Joyce are busy.

 Weekends are still quiet but sometimes they radio him and ask for rides. But they’re generally quiet. He tries not to hate them but he does. He tries to stay busy by trying out recipes Jeff gave him or doing homework with the radio playing loudly but it never works. The sun goes down and Steve ends up next to the pool. He’ll sit and hug his legs to his chest. He’ll spiral until he’s shaking from the cold and barely awake. The sun starting to light up the sky. Then he’ll head in and head down to the couches in the basement. The radio on the floor next to the sofa as he passes out. Using the small throw pillows and blankets as he falls asleep.

 Rinse and repeat. Well, for the most part.

 Steve woke up from a pounding on his door and groaned. “Steve! I know you're in there!” Dustin’s voice called through the house and Steve stumbled up from the couch. He stopped at a mirror and ran his hands through his hair a few times before the pounding truly annoyed him. He pulled it open and on his steps were Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, and Will.

 He crossed his arms and noticed Will murmur, “told you he wasn’t going to be up yet.”

Lucas glared at the other, “everyone’s up early on Sundays.”

Steve ran a hand over his face, “nope. Now, what do you gremlins want? Please tell me that Tews hasn’t been eaten this time.” He sighed and got a few snickers but Dustin huffed.

“My mom has brunch with her friends,” Dustin starts.

“Our moms,” Lucas adds.

Dustin shoves at Lucas, “and we wanted to go shopping for Snowball.”

 Steve blinks but then Dustin’s pushing his way inside. “So, come on and get dressed.” He stated, heading up towards where Steve’s bedroom was.

“Hey, dipshit,” Steve calls and waves the others in before jogging up the stairs to see Dustin pulling out a sweater and jeans for Steve. “Wow, Steve I would totally appreciate it if you spent your Sunday taking me and my friends shopping. Would that be alright with you?” Steve said in a mocking, high-pitched tone.

 Dustin rolled his eyes, “why’s your bed made? Did you make it before answering the door?” He asked instead. Steve groaned but changed into the clothes Dustin grabbed.

“I fell asleep on the couch,” he shrugged and headed into his bathroom. Brushing his teeth and grabbing a few things for his hair.

As he multitasked, Dustin snooped. “Is this car your dream car?” Dustin questioned and Steve shook his head, mouth full. “Has your room always been this color?” Another shake of his head. “I always wanted to repaint my room, you think I could convince my mom? Is it hard? What did you do?”

 Steve didn’t want to say that his mom goes through phases about every two years where she redoes the house to her liking. The old furniture goes to the basement or is tossed out. The walls whatever design she saw in the magazine. That his dad lets her do it to keep her happy. That Steve had never once picked out anything for his room, not even his sheets. He just lets his mom toss everything out of his room and redo it however she wanted. Hanging up a stupid car because it’s a boy's room, Stephen.

 He rinses his mouth and moves on to his hair. “Your room looks nice,” he says instead and Dustin sighs before launching into why he wants something new. Steve stays silent, just listening. Then he hears rustling and looks over to see Dustin pulling out the nail bat. The one he hid under his bed but apparently not enough if Dustin was able to find it that easily. “Do you play baseball?”

Steve washed the products off his hands, “Not with that." He jokes but at the glare he answers, "yeah. Baseball, swimming, and basket- and I used to be in basketball.” He fixes his hair up a little more before turning to see Dustin swing the bat with no proper form. “Come on,” he motions Dustin out of his room before tossing the bat back under his bed.

 The others are all over his living room and Mike is snacking on some of the chips Jeff left. “Hey dumbass, those aren’t yours.” He glares and plucks the bag from his hands. Folding it and moving to put it away.

“Why do you have chips here if you don’t eat them?” Mike questions and Steve pauses, looking back with a confused face. “Nancy told me that you don’t eat junk food.” The words feel like ice flowing through his spine. Of course, Nancy noticed how little he ate… she just didn’t see the truth.

He clears his throat, “their leftovers from the other night. My-” Friend? He shrugs and shoves them into the pantry.

 “Let’s get a move on,” he orders and the kids shuffle to the car. Only for Steve to realize there’s not enough room in his car. He looks at the car and the group of kids who decided to make him a babysitter. Sure, he could make them squish but it’s more than just an arcade run. “Fuck it, I’m gonna call a friend, then we can use their van.” He sighs and the kids complain that he’s taking forever even though he’s sped through everything this morning for the little shits.

 He goes to the phone and stares at it for a long moment. What if Eddie was busy? What if he didn’t want to deal with Steve today? What if-

“Are you going to just stare at the phone or use it?” Max snarked and Steve snaps into motion. Dialing Eddie’s number with far more ease than he should have. He’s called the man a few times. And sure Eddie’s been calling him most nights to say good night but he shouldn’t be so used to calling.

 It rings and he is almost ready to give up when it clicks and he hears a gruff, "hello?"

Steve freezes, Eddie's Uncle must have answered. Fuck. "Uh, hi Mister Munson, is Eddie there?" He asks awkwardly and shifts, watching the kids pile around his island, watching him. 

Then a muted yell then another before he talks into the phone, "he's coming."

 There's shuffling, then a tired “yeah?” Then a big yawn.

Steve glances at the time and feels bad, 9:07. He clears his throat anyways. “Hey, um, it’s Steve?” He says awkwardly and gets a snort from Max. All the kids waiting impatiently next to her. He glares over at them and flips her off before he makes a big shooing motion. When none of them move he looks to Lucas and Will who take pity on him and shove the others out of the room.

 There’s a pause before a smack and “Steve? Hey, what’s up?” Eddie’s voice sounds cheerful and it’s a giant leap from earlier.

“Uh, yeah, I was- well the kids I babysit were wanting to go shopping for Snowball, you know the dance? And my car can’t fit all of them. I was wondering if you wanted to join me. Or if I could just borrow the van. You don’t have to waste your day on me. I just- It’s not safe and I-”

“Slow down, sweetheart. Of course, I want to spend the day with you.” Eddie cuts in and Steve’s chest does something funny.

 Steve blinks, trying to shake off the weird feeling, “right. Yeah, great. Uh, I can meet you at the trailer. Sorry it’s so early, they literally woke me up knocking on my door. They’re little shits,” he tries to laugh but he’s too tired to get it perfect.

“No, problem, Stevie. I’ll have enough time by the time you get here to get ready.” There’s muffled noise on the other side before a laugh from Eddie. “Yeah, Wayne told me to get out and get some sun so, sounds like a perfect thing to do. See ya soon, darling.” Then the phone disconnected and Steve was left with Eddie’s laugh in his mind. An echo of sweetheart, Stevie, and darling in his mind.

 He scrubbed a hand over his face before marching the kids out and letting them squish in with Max in the passenger seat. Max fiddles with the radio until she’s satisfied with a Blondie song. “So, this friend of yours…” Dustin drawls out and Steve glances back at him in the mirror.

“What?” Steve questions and Mike scoffs.

The little asshole looks disappointed before they even see Eddie. “We’re not gonna have to deal with another jock, are we?”

“I didn’t think you had any other friends,” Max said and Steve’s gaze snapped back to the road.

 His hands tighten on the wheel but he can’t get mad. He doesn’t even know if he and Eddie are really friends after all. Maybe Jeff is his friend but the rest of them… well, all of them could be pitying him. “Yeah, I get it. Laugh it up,” he says sarcastically. “Just behave, I don’t need you scaring him off before we even get in the van.” He states and puts on a mask that is well-worn.

 The kids complain and argue but when they come to a stop in front of the Munson trailer they do quiet down. They let Steve walk up to the door alone and he knocks softly. The door swings open and an older man stands there in a flannel and jeans. “Uh, you must be Wayne, er, Mister Munson, sir? I’m Steve, uh, Harrington. It’s nice to meet you, sir,” he says awkwardly and Wayne raises an eyebrow at the hand Steve offers before taking it.

“Just Wayne’s fine kid.” He says and waves Steve in. Steve glances back at the kids and makes an I’m watching you gesture before he slips into the trailer. “Ed’s just finishin’ up. He’s not an early bird,” Wayne muses and he picks up a chipped mug from a fishing tournament it seemed.

 “I’m so close to being done,” Eddie calls from the room in the back and Steve can’t help but smile.

Wayne clears his throat, “so, Harrington, huh?” He questions and Steve goes rigid. He looks over at the man and he seems to be looking for something. He must find something because he frowns a little and takes a sip from his mug. “I didn’t care for your daddy.”

Steve smiles weakly, “You wouldn’t be the only one.”

The older man nods and waves him towards Eddie’s room, “go hurry my boy up or you’ll be here all day.”

 Steve nods sharply and goes to head back but Wayne stops him one more time. “And kid, you’re always welcome here.” He states and Steve knows who Eddie got his sheep herding habits from. He smiles and nods before he knocks on the frame of what had to be Eddie’s room. The door swings in from the knock and he leans in the doorway, the perfect image of calm and cool.

 He takes in the mess, the posters, the guitar, and the fucking handcuffs. Steve swallows hard and looks at Eddie who’s digging through a pile of clothes. “Sorry, I’m not finding my wallet. I think it’s in a pair of jeans or maybe a hundred different places. I’m not actually sure. Like I’ve tried going back from when I last remember having it but…” Eddie groans as another pair of jeans is empty.

 Steve moves further into the room to offer a hand but when he clears his throat, something else comes out. “Can you not say anything about Billy?” He blurts out instead of an offer to help look or a joke. It comes out all nervous and awkward like it couldn’t be stopped.

Eddie pauses and looks over at Steve, “yeah, course. I wouldn’t make you seem uncool or-”

 Steve laughs a little dejected, “dude. Trust me when I say they don’t think I’m cool. They watched my ass get beat by Billy already. I just- I don’t need them to know that he’s still, you know?”

Eddie stands and looks like he wants to pull Steve into another hug like the other day. (A hug that Steve still didn't fully understand but liked anyways.) But he doesn’t, he just nods. “Don’t worry, you’re secret’s safe with me,” He promises.

 Then he leans in close to Steve, arm brushing Steve’s neck until he pulls back with his wallet in his hand. “My backpack,” he grins and Steve glances back to see the bag hooked on the back of the door. Steve can only nod, his mouth dry as Eddie heads back towards the front door. He shakes himself and follows after him.

 When they get out they see Lucas and Mike arguing, Max and Dustin looking into Eddie’s van, and Will awkwardly watching it all. Steve clears his throat loudly and puts his hands on his hips. They all give him an innocent smile that only Will makes convincing. “Dipshits, meet Eddie,” he gestures to Eddie who’s got his black ripped jeans, an iron maiden shirt, a red flannel, and his leather jacket over it all.

 Mike blinks and immediately is bitchy, “wow. I didn’t think you’d have non-preppy friends.”

Steve snaps his fingers and points at him, “Wheeler you’re on thin ice.” He states and glances over at Eddie with an apologetic face. “Eds meet Max, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and the only nice one, Will.” He points them all out and Eddie’s face goes through a few different emotions.

 “Okay, so let me get this straight,” Eddie starts and glances over at Steve, then the kids, then back to Steve. “You babysit Nancy’s younger brother, Jonathan’s younger brother, and Billy’s younger-”

“Stepsister,” Max interrupts with a sour look on her face.

“And Steve’s our friend, not just a babysitter,” Dustin adds looking a little annoyed to be labeled as a kid Steve babysat.

Steve moves and ruffles Dustin’s hair, “course, Henderson.”

 Eddie nods and tosses the keys up into the air and catches them. “Well, little ones I believe it’s time to embark on our adventure.” He says in his DM voice that has Steve smiling. The kids perk up and once the doors are unlocked, they scramble into the crowded back. It's messy back there but Steve knows Eddie keeps it clean enough for the boys to fit in when they need to.

 Steve sits in the front seat and jumps as the van starts up with loud music blaring. Eddie swears and quickly turns it off. “Right, yep,” Eddie gives Steve a small, embarrassed smile. “Uh, where to?”

However, it’s not Steve who answers but Dustin. Dustin’s head peaks out from the back, “we’re looking for stylish dance attire.”

Steve mouths stylish dance attire to himself as Eddie glances at the kid with a smile of approval. “You know Dustin Henderson, I think you and I are going to be good friends.”

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[candybatwings]

Different styles of Triumvirate <3

Read below for me being super autistic about Star Trek (and still shots)

Did that work? Idk we’ll see. Anyway different styles of Triumvirate V V V V V

TOS Triumvirate, my bbgirls <3 I don’t do likeness very much so this looks kind of awful lmao but I had fun doing it bc I got to stare at pics of Them. I hate the way I did the line art and I want to burn it but I don’t hate it enough to redo it lol I’m sorry

AOS Triumvirate, I am a TOS girly 4ever but I actually did like the AOS movies even if I had some criticisms (if I don’t “um ackshually ☝️🤓” every little Star Trek thing I see my internal organs will shutdown) I thought all the actors were fun but I kept getting distracted by how BLUE Chris Pine’s eyes are good heavens. I was also a bit…disappointed that Chris Pine is a lot slimmer than TOS Kirk bc TOS Kirk has a more similar body type to me and it made me feel good but that’s more of a personal thing. I really did like these movies and I thought all the actors did a pretty good job playing young versions of the characters. I actually haven’t seen the third one yet but wow did I love Into Darkness (as y’all know if you saw that animation I made immediately after watching it)

I call this Fanon Triumvirate because it represents the way I see Triumvirate represented in fan art often. I attempted to make it a sort of combo of AOS and TOS with a couple more Fanon aspects like scruffy Spock (+ Spock’s blue eyeshadow).

My Triumvirate! I might finish this with lighting, background, etc bc omg look at them!! My guys!! I have a lot of my own preference here. Spock has longer hair (no microbangs, sorry lesbians 😭), I like Jim to have lovely styled hair and nice lips, Bones looks especially exhausted, etc I like to change up their designs often but I’ve taken a lot of inspiration from fan works and TOS but recently mixed more AOS in since watching the movies 🫶 I also like for Jim’s uniform to be a lil baggy bc I see that in Fanon sometimes and I think it’s cute.

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 31

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The next time Jack and Y/n hung out, they spent an entire Saturday together. Jack said he needed to go into town to find some things for the the art studio of his father's that he turned into an office for himself as well as some tiles for a bathroom remodel. Y/n told him that they could make a day of it by going to the farmer's market for breakfast and run errands all day.

"Are you sure this counts as a date? I mean we're literally shopping." Jack looked over at Y/n who laughed.

"I don't need to be wined and dined every time. We're spending time together. That's enough for me." She explained. Jack tried to think about all the times he had taken someone on a date. It never felt this simple. He always felt like it had to be some big dramatic show to prove his infatuation with someone. Thing's just felt easier with Y/n.

"What color tile are you thinking for the bathroom?" Y/n looked at the colored tile wall and back at him.

"I'm not sure. I was thinking something simple but easy to keep clean." Jack walked up next to her and she casually put her arm into his without thinking and shifted her weight, carefully pushing him to the side.

"What about blue? This one matches your eyes." She pointed at one and he picked it up.

"Is the bathroom floor matching my eyes a good thing?" He asked jokingly.

"You don't want to take a shit and think, wow my eyes are really pretty." Y/n teased.

"Can I help you?" A young girl spoke up wearing an apron. Jack smiled at her and Y/n dropped her arm from his own as she continued to browse.

"I'm looking for tile for a bathroom remodel." Jack explained.

"Most remodeling companies bring you tile samples-"

"He's doing the remodel himself." Y/n spoked up not even bother to look.

"Oh wow. I should have guessed. Someone as handsome as you would have to be good with his hands." The girl flirted and Jack smirked before glancing back at Y/n who chuckled.

"I appreciate the kind words. Do you think I could get a enough tiles for this dimension in this blue color?" He tried not to flirt back and she brushed his fingers with hers as she took the slip of paper from him.

"Let me see what we've got in the back." She bit her lip before sauntering off. Jack looked at Y/n who looked over at him.

"Look at you, getting some action shopping for tiles." She nudged him with her shoulder and he rolled his eyes.

"I imagine she makes commission if I drop a ton of money on tile." Jack brushed it off and Y/n's attention was on him.

"You seriously don't see yourself, do you?" Y/n reached up and pushed his hair out of his face.

"I know I'm not awful to look at, I just...I kind of feel like the bullshit that comes with me sort of outweighs that." He joked but Y/n shook her head.

"We've all got baggage babe. You think women see an attractive guy and think he's got no issues at all!?!" She said making him laugh.

"Does it bother you that she flirted with me?" He asked curiously as the girl started approaching with a big box of tile.

"Thank you so much! This will look perfect for the bathroom." Y/n looked into the box and the girl kept her eyes on Jack.

"Is this your sister?" She asked still not looking at Y/n.

"Do we look related?! That's great! We're redoing the bathroom to make sibling porn and I just thought this was such a perfect color." Y/n said making the girls eyes go wide. She was visibly embarassed and Jack paid for the tile in shock as they walked out trying not to laugh in the girls face.

"You're awful in the best way. Poor girl is never going to be able to look at that tile ever again without thinking of sibling porn." Jack laughed.

"That's what she gets for flirting with a guy while he's out with another girl. Plus, whose to say we couldn't film something on this new tile." Y/n helped him load the tile into the trunk before they started towards the farmers market, hand in hand.

It felt good to be able to hold her hand, to walk around among strangers and have her attached to him as she greeted people he had never met before. She gave his hand a little squeeze every time he introduced himself and the interaction went well, almost like she was proud that he was being social. He felt like it wasn't so hard to take a deep breath among strangers when he had her hand in his.

They picked up a few different things before they headed back to his house and she helped him lug all the groceries into the kitchen.

"I need a freaking nap...want to lay down with me for a little bit?" Jack asked still holding onto Y/n's hand as he headed up the steps. She pulled back slightly and he turned to face her as she stood at the bottom.

"You did good today. I'm proud of you." She smiled up at him.

"You're proud of me for going out in public? I'm starting to think I'm much worse of a shut in than I thought." He joked but Y/n played with his fingers inbetween her own.

"I wanted to give you something if you aren't too exhausted, you social butterfly." She lets go of his hands and starts to work on the button and zipper of his jeans. Jack's eyebrows went up as he stared at her.

"Like...here? On the steps?" Jack questioned and Y/n smiled.

"Is this okay?" She asked pausing her hands for a moment and he nodded as she pulled on his jeans until his underwear slid down and his half-hard cock flopped out.

"I wasnt...you don't have-" Y/n looked up from the step she was kneeling on and smiled.

"Are you going to make me beg to suck your cock Jack?" She asked sweetly before giving the tip the sweetest kiss making him shiver. She watched how his body reacted to her mouth on him and his hands gripped the banister when she took him all the way into her mouth.

"Oh- fuck.." He had one hand on the banister and the other on the top of Y/n's head. She bobbed her mouth, sucking him in and letting him hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Jack wanted to make a comment about her not having a gag reflex but he couldn't focus on anything except how good her mouth felt sucking and moaning around him.

She pulled off and rolled his balls in the palm of her hand while stroking him with the other.

"Do you need to hold onto the banister?" She asked drool and precum dripping from her lips as Jack looked down at her.

"Wh-no? Why?" He asked out of breath.

"I want you to fuck my throat Jack. Use my throat to cum as hard as you can down my throat." She let go of him and put his free hand back on her head. He took his hand off the banister and was now gripping her skull as he fucked into mouth so hard, he could finally feel the retraction of her throat around him. He whimpered and whined curses as Y/n held onto his thighs tightly to steady him as he skull fucked her into oblivion.

"Oh god...fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." He whined out almost in tears until he cum so hard, his vision went hot white. Y/n held his legs tighter so he wouldn't fall and he let out a small cry as he emptied himself. When she pulled her mouth off of him, he looked down and watched her wipe the cum from her lips and swallow is with a smile. She pulled his underwear up and took his hands into hers trying to help him balance himself.

"You okay?" She asked as he clenched his eyes shut for a moment.

"I don't know if I can move." He said slowly opening his eyes.

"Might help if you open your eyes first." She chuckled. He opened his eyes and smiled seeing her smiling at him.

"I have to go home for a bit but you go take a nap and I'll be back for dinner." She stepped up a stair and kissed him carefully so he wouldn't fall over before walking back down the stairs and heading out the front door. Jack stood jelly-legged for a moment, his jeans around his ankles before he plopped down on the step and tried to catch his breath.

A huge part of him was seriously falling in love with this girl and he knew there was no way in stopping it.

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Wow... in fact, I didn't expect anyone to be unironically interested in the USSR AU. I haven't really thought about it on a global scale, but I have some more sketches.

Initially, this is a concept for Zending, but I haven't fully thought it through yet.

Oh, and this is the Curator! Now she's a Censor or an Editor, I haven't decided for sure yet.

(A couple more of these antics, and you'll be recognized as a foreign agent. Do you want a vacation in the Gulag?)

(Announcer: Well, how's my story?

Editor: Bullshit, redo it.)

[giggly-squiggily]

Hc: the reason Korekiyo wraps his hands is because he had a habit of biting his nails, so when they come off after a while his long nails make for a really deadly tickle weapon :3 could I make the lee the reader please?

KOREKIYO! *claps excitedly* YESH! Oh my god I'm so hyped! I haven't written for my noodle man in awhile! I've gotcha covered, anon!

“Wow…” You blinked, strangely entranced.

“I suppose the sight is…odd.” Korekiyo remarked as he pulled off the last of his tape. Bare hands on full display, they…were hands. No markings, no scars, nothing you’d imagine he’d want to hide with that much tape. The only interesting thing about them were his nails- a smidge too long and coated with chipped nail polish. “I need to redo them.”

“Let me!” You blurted before he could speak again. “I mean…if you’d let me.”

Korekiyo blinked at you, taking in your request. Then, slowly, he pushed the small bottle of nail polish to you, holding out his hands. “Interesting…very well.”

“Great! Hm…maybe we should reshape them too…” You hummed as you took one, noting the frailed edges. “They look…bitten?” To your surprise, Korekiyo flushed beneath his mask. “Kiyo?”

“I have…a bad habit of biting them.” He confessed, shrinking some in his seat. “Hence why I tape them.”

“Hm.” You nodded, digging into the pouch he brought until you found a nail filer. “That’s okay. We all have our ticks.” The next few minutes you spent cleaning and painting his nails, shaping them so they were all matching in style. The discomfort in Korekiyo’s frame began to fade as he watched you work, and it wasn’t long before he was blinking at his new nails, pleased. “There! Like them?”

“I do. They look lovely. Thank you, (Y/N).” His eyes were warm when he looked at you, and while you couldn’t see it, you could tell he was smiling. Feeling proud, you raised your chin.

“Your welcome-”

“Mind if I take them on a test run?”

“A test what?” You blinked, and suddenly he was no longer in his seat before you. “Where are-Ehehehehehhehe!”

“Yes, these prove to be quite nice.” Korekiyo hummed as his hands found your collarbone, gently tapping along your neck as you squirmed and giggled in your seat. “Thank you, (Y/N)- I just might keep them unwrapped today.”

“Ahehahhahahahha! Yoohohoohu sohohohn of a-heeeeehehehehehehhe!” You lunged forward, jumping out of your seat and twisting so you could glare at him. “Come here, you extended green bean-”

The rest of the afternoon was you chasing him down, bandages forgotten as you seeked your revenge.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!