#i didn’t make this btw I found it on Pinterest

[extraemopossum]

Aroace sonic supremacy

[trans-gay-blob-of-slime]

Spreading this around because it’s Thursday

[scaly-freaks]

inmate 13453

okay don't get excited, i just felt like writing a bit of a drabble to feel out the atmosphere of a potential start to this au (clicking the tag will give up the other stuff i've posted for it btw)

btw check out the playlist and the pinterest board made by @theageofsilver and @allicentsallure bc they're fab

cw: kidnapping

Soft seventeen.

Bambi eyes, bambi legs.

There’s a certain edge to the way people describe the age she’s at. Not quite eighteen, not quite legal, tangible as cherry juice on greedy fingers. She isn’t sixteen, sweet and tender. It’s a soft first step into adulthood, skirting the border, the in between, the unknowable horrors that lie ahead.

She fucking hates being seventeen.

It’s a shit number first of all. Odd numbers make her want to spew. They feel like nails on a chalkboard, polyester static on leg hair. She can’t even dance, so whatever ABBA are singing about doesn’t apply.

Amara sticks out her tongue and tastes the air as the breeze blows west. She swears she can get a sense of the world when she does.

Her stepfather mocks her for it. That blue-eyed, blonde maniac with the ugly Buick Electra he treats like a brand-name Italian from the southern coasts of Europe. He used to treat her mother the same. Until he began to tell Amara you look just like her when she was young. He leaves his porn tabs open on his computer, as if he wants her to know. ‘Teen’, ‘Latina’, ‘Stepfather’, ‘Rough’, ‘Face-fucking’, ‘Breeding.’

She doesn’t have a drop of Hispanic blood in her.

She really wants to tell her mother, but there is a chance her mother will look right through her instead. She’s been doing that a lot more nowadays. They can’t afford her meds anymore. She just sits on the porch and watches and waits. For what, is anyone's guess.

>> can you pick me up?

>> its dark

>> pls

>> sorry ik its inconvienant

'Step-Daddy' always replies quickly when it’s her. He has a heart next to her name on his phone. She never agreed to that.

>> it’s spelled inconvenient

“Suck my dick,” Amara tells the screen and switches her phone off before he can message again.

She can walk.

The route back runs dangerously close to the edge of the forest. All kinds rot away in there, but she doesn’t like to think of them by name. They’ll become real if she does. She wishes her mother had found a man who lived in the wetlands, and not here at the cursed border between life and the realm beyond. Marshes are easier to understand. Forests are cursed.

Still, life is horribly simple here. Her high school is placid and filled with the dull-eyed children of dull-eyed adults. The gas station where she works didn’t bother to interview her. She walked in and the guy behind the counter stared at her breasts until he remembered she had a face. Her breasts aced the interview for her.

Can I work here? Just until I graduate.

Sure, grab a nametag.

Four months later, and she doesn’t mind it anymore. Her brain shuts off. Her customers are a ragtag mixture of suspicious, ferret-eyed locals and the occasionally buoyant hiker from out of state. If she doesn’t look like she belongs, she’s pretty, and that usually gives people like her a pass. At least until the sleazy comments become ethnically charged. But even then, Amara has a way of making her eyes go ‘dopey’ and just smiling like she’s too slow to understand. Displaying discomfort is what eggs them on (kind of a nasty realisation she opened her eyes to one day).

An engine growls some way down the road.

Old Chevy pickup, faded gold.

She recognises it from the parking lot at the station near the end of her shift.

A guy stepped out, young, early twenties, with a shock of hair that looked white until she realised it was just really, really blonde. She remembers thinking it was odd. The range of blondes in town runs from deep and dirty to the artificial bleach rattled out of holographic boxes of dye. No one has hair like his. She’d have noticed.

His eyebrows were a little darker, and his lashes were darker still. He had a funny way of walking, and he looked at her like she had the head of a fish and the body of a human being. Amara did her best dopey eyes. She asked him if he’d had a good day, pointed out the offers they had on pork rinds. He didn’t say a word. His skin had smears of black grease, glistening with sweat and bronzed by the sun.

Deep blue eyes.

Horribly deep.

Not the kind you’d want to swim in. She likes a softer blue, blue like chlorine, reminiscent of the safety of swimming pools. His were anything but.

She picks up her speed, and for some reason, puts her phone to her ear as if mid-conversation. Nothing about him said he was dangerous at the time. At least not from the way he’d barely said a word or looked down at her body. He was just there, and then he was gone.

And now here he is again.

The Chevy hits the horn. He is creeping closer. Amara turns and waves at him to go on. She doesn’t want a ride. Why isn’t he rolling down the window to offer one though?

It slows to a crawl. Her throat closes up. She has a feeling speeding up will give him what he wants. He’s obviously trying to be a prick. But if she goes back to talk to him, that would be exponentially worse. She switches her phone back on and sees her stepfather’s message telling her to get back home herself after she didn’t reply to tell him her location.

She quickly shoots him a message, and prays he’ll respond.

He doesn’t.

Fuck it.

She walks faster. The Chevy matches the increase. Sweat blooms on the back of her neck.

Every woman has that oh fuck moment. That I’m going to be on the evening news moment. The please god if he catches me let him kill me before he gets to raping me moment.

None of that goes through her head. She keeps thinking of her mother’s cooking. Her mother hasn’t cooked in a year and a half, not since her mind began to slip. But Amara can taste the spices on her tongue, the way the rice was perfectly simmered, the cinnamon in the back of her throat, the smell that clung to the walls, the heat of it.

I wanna come home, Momma.

Her mother’s face gathers into shape in her head, built with sand particles and saltwater. When the Chevy roars, she starts running. Her mother vanishes.

The lights of the truck blink across the tarmac. It’s a signal. But it isn’t for her.

She looks over her shoulder, and she can’t see him.

Run me over. Leave me like carrion on the road. Let the maggots eat me. Don’t cut me up first.

He slows when she starts to tire out. Picks up when she tries again. No other car has graced this road since she first turned onto it. A sign points her to the right, ushering her deeper into the backwoods. The town is to the left.

He figures out where she’s going when she suddenly makes a dash for the bend in the road.

There’s no time to dodge the pickup when it goes for her this time. The wheels skid as he yanks it at an angle and blocks her way. The door flies open and misses her by an inch. His arm grabs for her. She dodges, animal fear and rust on her tongue. He still doesn’t say a word.

A heavy fist connects with the small of her back and she drops like a stone.

The pain is electric. Air turns her lungs into taut balloons, but she can’t make a sound. She twists around and the bruise forming over her spine grates. Adrenaline quickly numbs it as she lashes out with her arms and legs. Kicking, punching, scratching, biting. Her teeth hit home. A mouthful of tattooed flesh, car oil and sweat. Still no sound from him.

She never sees the fist coming, just like last time.

A blow to the head and lights out, nancy.

[comet-forgot-you]

more power bottom! River🗣️‼️

i love ur writing btw bae 😸

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power bottom!river x reader

summary: basically the request but its kinda soft at the end.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, strap-on use, power bottom river, mean river, (why is she always mean in my fics, ill change some day), idk if theres more

a/n: im tired. pinterest is my best friend when it comes to river pics. goodnight.

it felt like it was never enough. it didnt matter how many times you had brought river over the edge, it felt like it was never enough to please her. she was insatiable, always so bossy when it came to sex, her words firm as she told you what to do. you didn’t mind though, every dominate word and rough tug at the hairs at the base of your neck sent hear rushing to your core.

“c’mon, baby, fuck me like you mean it.” river mumbles, clawing at your back as you pounded into her. the two of you had been going at it for hours, your strap abusing her cunt non-stop at her command. you let out huffs, your body sore from the constant movement. you hook your hands under her thighs, pushing them to meet her chest. she moans out at the new found angles you hit with every thrust.

“riv,” you whine out, hips stuttering. the base of the strap bumped your clit perfectly, the new position only furthering both of your pleasure. river’s palm meets your cheek in a harsh slap. your thrusts still for a split second as you process what had just happened before you cup your cheek, trying to soothe the stinging sensation it left behind. she tuts at your actions, pulling your wrist away.

“don’t you fucking stop.” she grips your chin in her hand, moans falling from her lips. you continue your pace, skin smacking against skin as you try to bring her to another orgasm. she lets out a huff, pressing her thumb against your tongue. “you’ll come when i do, understand?” you nod frantically, picking your pace up in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm quicker.

you knew that if you were to cum before her, the punishment would be harsh. it had always been in the past. weeks without being able to touch her as she forced you to watch her come undone on her own fingers, another week of her leaving you hanging by a thread after hours of endless teasing, river was ruthless when it came to choosing her punishments, and you definitely didnt want to see that side of her any time soon.

her breath catches in her throat, thumb pressing down against your tongue even further. she was close, you were close, it was only a matter of time. your hand trails down the back of her thigh until it met her soaked cunt. a needy whine escapes your lips at the feeling, your thumb circling her pulsing clit.

“fuck! just like that.. fuck.. good job, shit. gonna cum,” her words are slurred and mixed in with the moans that fall freely from her lips. “come on baby, cum with me, yeah?” you nod, words unable to fall from your lips. partly because of her heavy thumb on your tongue, and partly because you’re too drunk on fucking river to form them.

river’s orgasm washes over her, loud moans leaving her lips. yours follows, your hips stuttering to a stop, bottom out inside of her. moans fall from both of your lips, her thumb falling from your mouth. you pant against her skin, slumped over as your orgasm washes through you. you let go of her legs and they wrap around your waist.

“one more, yeah? know you wanna fuck me again, baby,” she mumbles, rolling her hips into the strap. a deep groan escapes your lips as your press open mouthed kisses against her skin.

“yeah, wanna make you feel good,” you mumble, trying your best to roll your hips into hers. her fingers tangle inside of your hair, lightly scratching your scalp.

“unless my baby’s too tired for another round. ts’ okay baby,” she coos, tugging your hair lightly. “we don’t gotta go again,” you whine against her skin. you want to go again, you want to bring her pleasure, but you cant pick yourself up, can’t even form proper words. she hums as you lay your face down against her chest, skin against skin. “too tired, hmm?” the words a gentle, her legs unwrapping themselves from your waist. “ts’ okay. we can just lay here for a bit,” she mumbles, rubbing your tense shoulders. you hum, tracing different patterns on her hip. it didnt matter how mean river could get, she always knew your boundaries, always knew when to stop.

[loversj0y]

YOU GOTTA DO THE CLASSIC “YOU BELONG WITH ME”

you belong with me

event posters are all found on pinterest btw!

wilbur soot x gn! reader

tws: mentions of cheating

notes: welcome to the very first post from the 200 follower event! starting off strong and classic with YBWM! this song holds so much love in my heart as a elder swiftie (i still remember buying her debut album way back when... i watched the 2008 vmas live..... wilid)

word count: 1.1k (these are blurbs so they wont be as long as my usual incoherent ramblings)

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @lillylvjy

You’d never wanted to shake sense into your best friend Wilbur more than in this exact moment. You two were hanging out after school, sitting in the spare music room and goofing off, when his phone started blaring his ringtone. Now, even from the otherside of the room, you could hear his girlfriend yelling at him. 

You almost wanted to yell at him yourself, to let him know that it doesn’t have to be like this! But you might just be biased, given the fact that you’d been in love with him for years now. 

You and Wilbur had been best friends for years, growing up and being there for each other throughout it all. 

When he started dating this girl, you thought it would be good for you, to help you get over the crush you had for him. It only made it worse, every fight she started with him brought alarm bells to your mind, and you just so desperately wanted to tell him that “It doesn’t have to be like this! I actually understand you!” Every time you refrained from saying anything, it made your chest hurt a bit more.

He set his phone down, sighing softly.

You looked up, fiddling with your shoelaces, “Another fight? What was it this time?”

“Nothing much,” he shrugged, “She was just annoyed I didn’t put three hearts at the end of my text.”

“What?” You laughed sardonically, “Wilbur, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” You couldn’t hold your sharp tongue back.

“I mean, I get it, I guess. It’s important to her, so-” “Yes, but yelling at you about it? That’s the thing. If she really cared about you, she’d just talk to you and be nice about it.”

“It’s fine, really. Now, come on, let’s keep working this section.”

That night, you laid in bed and just wished you could get past your own shyness to tell him. You could picture it in your head, just standing there and almost begging him to see you and realize that you understand him, all of his laughter and quirks. 

A week later, you got a text from him in the middle of the night, asking if you were awake. You were; it was a Saturday, so you were just listening to music and having time to yourself. It wasn’t that much longer before you heard his car park in front of your house. You went downstairs, sneaking him in easily. You walked upstairs to your room, opening the window and grabbing a blanket. You both crawled onto your roof, sitting up there.

“Is everything alright?” You asked him softly.

He shrugged, “Just a bit down, I guess. I needed someone who always makes me feel better.”

You smiled softly at him, lightly swinging your shoulder into his, “Well, I’d say you came to the right place.”

He chuckled, and for a while, you both just stared up at the stars. 

“I feel like I don’t belong here sometimes,” he admitted quietly. 

You turned to him, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just feel like everything here kind of sucks.”

You nodded. This was something you two talked about often; how shitty this little town was. “We won’t be here forever, though.”

He hummed, “We could just leave.”

“What?”

“After graduation. We could just pack our bags and head out somewhere, drive until we run out of gas, you know?”

“I guess,” you smiled softly at the idea, “that could be pretty nice.”

He smiled, leaning back a bit. He looked over at you, and you could feel nothing but love in his gaze. “If we can’t find a place we belong, we could alway make one up. Make our own place to belong.”

You didn’t know if it was how late it was or the look he was giving you that pushed you to speak before you could even think about it, “I think I know where you belong.”

“You do?”

You nodded, “Yeah.” You quickly moved to change the subject, not wanting to play homewrecker anymore than you’d felt you may already have. If he was happy, you could learn to be happy for him, you supposed, “What brought this up, anyways?”

He sighed, looking back up at the moon, “I found her kissing another guy.”

“What?”

He nodded, “Yeah. In the band room.”

“Wilbur, that’s awful.”

“We broke up,” he admitted, “and honestly, I should be more upset about it.”

“Are you not upset about it? I mean, she cheated on you.”

“I am, a bit. But I kind of feel relieved. I think you were right about her.”

You flushed slightly, “What do you mean?” He chuckled, giving you a grin, “Oh, please. I know you hated her. You may have acted otherwise, but we’ve known each other for years. I know you just as well as you know me. I could see it on your face.” You smiled lightly, “I guess I never thought about that. I did hate her, but I just didn’t want to say anything because I thought if you were happy, then I should support it.”

“That’s nice of you. I think I dodged a bullet though, to be honest.”

You nodded, and you both returned to comfortable silence. 

He broke it once again, “What did you mean? When you said you know where I belong?”

You bit your lip. Here goes nothing. “You said it yourself. I know you. So, I dunno, I think what you’ve been looking for has been here with me the whole time. I think you belong with me.”

He looked back at you, and he seemed shocked, but with better inspection, he looked like he was calculating you cautiously. 

You kept speaking, mostly out of nerves, “Wilbur, you never even smiled when you were with her. And it killed me, because your smile has become such a comfort for me, just in knowing that you’re happy. I understand you, and I’ve always been here for you. Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying, but I feel like, maybe you’ve been searching for something that’s been under your nose this whole time. I almost wonder if you’ve been oblivious or just stupid to how much I’m into you, because you know me so well, and I don’t honestly think I’ve ever hid it that well. So, yeah. I don’t even think it. You belong with me. Even if it’s as friends.”

He gave no response, and you immediately regretted your admission.

However, he didn’t give you long to regret it before he moved a hand onto your cheek, giving you a loving kiss. You kissed him back just as lovingly, as if you had been waiting for it for years. Which you had been. 

And when he pulled away, foreheads pressed together, you both just grinned. 

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Hi 90s-2000s Barbie I want your help! My room looks modern and boring how could I make it 2000s nostalgia?? Here some photos of my room

I don't think my parents would allow me to repaint my room to a fun color :( I'm ok with painting any of my furniture's except for my desktop (I put so much time and effort to finally make the posters look nice in there ;-;)

Hi! Sure I think I can try to help. You room is super cute BTW. So 2000s are everything but what is your favorite things from that time? Favorite shows, music? What is your style? Do you like girly? Do you like goth Hot topic style? Rooms when I was growing up is always about personality. Representing your favorites! I love Britney, Backstreet Boys, NSYNC. I found dead stock posters for $8 on eBay. I also went to goodwill and thrifted lots of cheap NSYNC framed photos for $2-$4 dollars a piece. If you like girly, 2000s were all about beaded curtains, bed canopy’s, you can even make them super affordable. I think people have some tutorials on Pinterest. I’ve seen cool wall hangings with old CDs and that was popular in the 2000s. 😄The y2k era brought back a lot of 1970s styles like flower power, mod circles, butterflies in bedding and wall art. Glow in the dark starts are cheap and we’re super popular. You can even find wall clings of simple flowers probably somewhere. I put a bunch on my walls. I bought a Lisa Frank calendar from the dollar tree and used all the art as little posters! lol if you have things stored from childhood or parents or anyone u know lived through it or maybe was a little older, ask if they have anything in storage that they don’t want or ask parents if they kept any of your old stuff or toys. Family may help out if they still have some cool older stuff. My mom saved our old Lisa Frank trapper keeper, she saved my old Pokémon stuff and I didn’t even know till I asked. You may have some stuff hiding right in your house! lol also I always recommend thrifting. I could go to my local Goodwill today and hunt for 90s-2000s stuff and find it everywhere and I use that as decoration. I find y2k bedding and curtains and vintage toys! You can find the coolest stuff so cheap and affordable. 😊 not sure what color you’re thinking of painting your furniture. But even working with basic white isn’t a bad thing, you can put all the colors in the decorations and really use the white to your advantage if u wanted to keep it simple. It would make decor stand out.

If you like the hot topic alternative style, bands, that would be a whole other style. And I can help u if u like that as well. Music posters are the best for that for sure. My rooms were plastered with bands and skulls. lol

If you have a more questions, fill free to ask. I’ve been obsessed with decorating my whole life. lol 😆 🩷

Thanks so much for the ask and good luck! I bet whatever you decide, will look so cute because it will be you! Your personality. 😄

Here is my room if it could possibly help for inspiration?

[luffyvace]

TSUYU ASUI HCS (๑╹ω╹๑ )

It’s Tsu’s big day!! And I haven’t written for her yet! So here’s some hcs<3 I love Tsu she’s the first ever mha character I found out about!! Isn’t it funny her big day is right after shoto’s?

enjoy tsu stans! She’s a bit underrated so here’s some more content 💛

Tsu is such a caring lover!!

like I 10/10 recommended dating this lovely young lady

you two love to have private outings if that makes sense

like going outside to a private place

your special place

like near a beautiful peach tree maybe

with lots of flowers and small animals

and of course she loves the water so the beach!!

but more so when there’s less people, she prefers to go really early to see the sunrise

Tsuyu’s love language is gift giving, quality time and small little physical touches

she likes giving you cute little cheek/hand kisses

and kissing your nose

💗💗

no fair [your name] I want her :(

HOW’D YOU BAG HER?!

Tsu gives you bracelets with meaning like, she’ll research the gem that represents love and buy you matching ones

i feel tsu would also be into crystals so she’d buy you ones for protection and good luck <3

you help her take care of her many plants every day

she and momo also makes sure the dorm plants stay healthy

its canon tsu would have a boho room (horikoshi confirmed it since we didn’t get to see her dorm)

search up boho I actually like it a lot

Though she prefers to hang out in your room

or go out somewhere

she’s not easily impressed by typical things and isn’t afraid to voice that

she wants you to be honest with her too

she tells you she doesn’t like typical restaurant dates that are noisy with chatter

And if you get her flowers at least think about the potting and if she likes those kinds

try not to see her as being meticulous she just has her preferences and expects you to respect that

And you do, so she appreciates it!

trust me her love in return is definitely worth it!!

she likes to hold hands as you walk to and from school together

actually she just likes to hold your hands everywhere

when walking to the school, gas station, beach, walking in the halls, lunch, anytime!

Anytime is hand holding time!!

kissy are more so for in private tho 😗

she a lil shy frog (＞人＜;)

Tsuyu also love sleep, cuddle and nap together

especially in winter

You keep her all warm and snuggled up into a blanket

hot air blowing in your room

she really appreciates that you do this for her

she usually likes to keep it out her face but if you have some time she might let you play with her hair!

not all the time tho

but sometimes it does feel good

Tsu can also knit, I feel

she would make you two matching sets of knitted gloves, hats and sweaters

even more so in winter

they look really cute too

its not the basic knitting

go on Pinterest, knitted clothes can be made really fashionable people just only think of the granny designs 🤦‍♀️

asui also encourages and reminds you to do your homework and not only focus on hero studies or hobbies

she will help you and is rather intelligent as well

which I believe is true about frogs

btw don’t ask her if she eats bugs she’ll slap you with her tongue

if you study with her/get tutored by her your grades are sure to show improvement

she’s so proud of you!

any of your accomplishments in fact!

shes super supportive and any event or sports your want her at she’ll be there!

She helps you save up for any equipment you may need or whatever!

even just being there cheering you on!

she even brings the girls with her sometimes!

she really enjoys seeing you happy

but don’t be mistaken if it’s something she’s seriously uncomfortable with she’ll let you down gently about it

but your not upset because 9/10 she accepts your decisions

I just hope they’re not reckless ones

If it is it might lead to arguments if you don’t start caring for your own safety

she gets scared for you if you aren’t for yourself and it puts stress on her if you don’t bother to change

the relationship might stop there

Asui isn’t picky but she certainly has her boundaries

On a lighter note

tsuyu is a pretty good artist!

she’s one of those artists to give you a drawing of yourself on your big day!

or for an accomplishment!

she has drawings all over her room and she blushes if you admire them

you can beg her all you want to let you go through her old drawings

shes never letting you

btw she will probably introduce you to her reptile friend from middle school

the relationship also ends there if you discriminate her

shes a mutant type too, you can’t do that to her

if you like her tho you guys become a trio!

her friend cries if you accept her as well

tears of happiness of course

tsuyu would cry if class 1A threw her a party for her day

she doesn’t mind if class 1B is there or not but if her reptile friend is that’d make her day!

I feel she would like vanilla ice cream cake with a thin layer of strawberry icing

the gift you got her was a crochet set

your reasoning was so she could learn to both knit and crochet,

maybe even teach you so you can do it together :)

ENJOY!! I LOVE TSU SM SHE SUCH A SWEETIE

HAPPIEST OF TIMES TO YOU TSUYU!!

[indieyuugure]

IK THIS IS NOT A QUESTION- EHEM- well..I've seen very good comics among others and also you- and..Jeez I DIDN'T NOTICED YOUR DESIGNS FOR THE TURTLES BEING HUMAN WAS HOT- *COUGHS* I MEAN- Very good :3 I've always wanted to see other TMNT fans to show they're talent to other people around the world,I may want to try to post something but I could tell it might not get that famous anyways but- let's just focus on the comic? Okay so uhm..ever since I first found your account I was first like questioned:"hmm..what does this TMNT fan art style look like?" I looked AND DAWG I NEVER SEEN SOMEONE DRAWS THE TURTLES ABIT SIMILAR LIKE IN THE SHOW- But...Ik that maybe in the near future i'll try draw the turtels abit more better- cause dang they look abit curse tbh and i'm only 13 right now-and also if did saw that image It was actually a lilttle support for you and the designs for the human turtles.I think that's all I wanted to say..heh..sorry for the long type '^-^ (Oof might have a bad english)

Lol, you are not the first to notice the turtles’ striking good looks in my comics 🤣

Yes, I try my best to mimic the styles of the tv shows the turtles are in (though my own style often still slips in from time to time) since I feel like that’s a really big part of their identity in the franchise. I think 2012 is probably one of the hardest to copy right next to the Bayverse turtles since you have to translate 3D to 2D, but I think it makes a big difference.

Hey, everyone’s gotta start from somewhere! I didn’t used to be good at drawing, but just taking it one step at a time, you’ll become an amazing artist! ^v^ (highly recommended Pinterest art tutorials btw)

No worries, I’m cool with lengthy asks.

(Hopefully I read that right, I’m usually pretty good at deciphering bad English but sometimes I’m wrong 🤣)

[flcridasbaby1]

get to know me !! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა

- hi, my name is ettie!

- I’m addicted to Lana del rey

- my fav Lana albums are ultraviolence, dykttatuob and aka Lizzy grant

- my fav Lana unreleased are every man gets his wish, boarding school, put me in a movie, driving in cars with boys and trash magic

- I also love mitski, deftones, mazzy star and Fiona apple! I’m also loving 60s music right now. Especially the little dippers and Lesley Gore!

- I love fashion. I love making outfits. My style is gloomy coquette. Lots of my outfits consist of whites, blacks and pinks<3 I love vintage outfits, I get most of my clothes from vintage markets and brandy melville. I also love emminol!

- I’ve been in the coquette community for a while now. I got into coquette by listening to Lana actually. I found coquette over tiktok in around 2021/2022. But I started dressing coquette in 2023.

- I girlblog a lot. I mainly use Pinterest to girlblog, check out my posts on there - my username is girlbloggingdoll127 , the same as it is here<3

- I’m Christian - although I didn’t grow up Christian, it was my own decision to become one :D

- I’m also obsessed with fawns. They are my fav animal. Ever since I was little, my mum would say I look like one hahah!

That’s it !! Thanks for reading, I follow back btw ! 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇

[samptlay]

To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 8

A/N: February 29... It's been more than two weeks, my apologies... But enjoy, btw I'm uploading 9 & 10 today.

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Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍, Blade & Reader's Relationship,

Taking a deep breath in and out, you make a beeline out of the guest bedroom and make your way towards the kitchen. At this point, you've lost your appetite and don't feel like eating.

You're not eating for two any longer either way, so the only person you're harming is yourself. Who cares?

Deciding that coffee is enough to satisfy your needs, you open your phone to find no new notifications, (from other human beings, not some Pinterest board of house decor) which makes you both relieved and irritated. At this time of the day, March and Stelle would be bantering or debating on some random political topic in your group chat (including Himeko, Welt & Dan Heng) that you would jump in on for fun. It was oddly quiet today, and you were glad that they were taking into account the loss of life, yet conflicted about the change.

It wasn't routine. It was change, something you suddenly weren't accustomed to yesterday night. You physically shiver at the thought of everything that’s happened. You felt the same way when you woke up alone today, but you’ll get over it. Speaking of alone, you still have no idea where your husband is. You trust him, but did he have to leave without any notice? You gave him a call, but after two rings it went to voicemail, Opening Messages, you click on “Dearest💙” and write a text.

(Y/N) ❤ Honey, where are you? I went to the guest room and found the bed empty, I was hoping we could make breakfast together this morning. Call me when you can. I’m sure there’s a lot of things on our minds but we’ll be okay.

Well, it was delivered, so you know it went through. But after sitting in silence for a few minutes, which turned into ten, you wondered if it did. It wasn’t like him to take long to respond to you, especially since he’s been all over his phone for the past 6 weeks. Protective as well, he even changed the password on it without telling you. You’d leave the memories of confrontations in the past since thinking about them is what caused all this to happen. But you’ll inevitably think of them again.

The silence takes you back to a conversation with Himeko around two weeks ago when she invited you over for afternoon tea (or coffee). It was a rainy day and the breeze was chilly, so what better thing to do but have a friend over to talk to while enjoying the beautiful scenery outside? She could tell there was lots on your mind, so she decided you needed a small break from your husband and his shenanigans.

During this relaxing afternoon, it suddenly turned sour whenever she mentioned that you had seemed more on edge lately. It was likely because he was at home more frequently, caused by a catastrophic event at his workplace he refuses to tell you about. According to him, HR was sticking their noses into something that shouldn’t have concerned them, and since he worked with computers he was sent home with his stuff to work from there.

You didn’t want to seem pushy or disrespect his boundaries since the matter seemed personal to him, so you didn’t pry further. Himeko was intrigued by this and looked a bit taken aback, since you were his wife, exactly what boundaries were there that would be crossed by asking a simple question? She found this suspicious, which rubbed you the wrong way and caused you to become defensive. He was your husband, you trusted him more than anything and she was his friend as well, so why would anything be said by her that painted him in a bad way?

Irritated, you stormed out of her penthouse and made your way down with Himeko calling out to you. She had meant no harm and was only trying to look out for you, but you were too caught up in your own head to see that. However, later that evening you gave her a call pleading for forgiveness & blaming it on the pregnancy. She knew you wouldn’t usually react that way if she had advised you of something similar, so she wasn’t upset with you at all. She even apologized for doubting Levi. You two quickly made amends and all was forgotten, but the conversation still replayed in the back of your mind occasionally.

You were sad to admit you felt rather lonely and were left alone with your thoughts. Looking out the window, and bringing your mug to your mouth your mind trails off into a place you don’t want it to be. You’re in desperate need of a distraction, and you want to distract yourself with someone else. You could be entertained together, shut away from the rest of the world.

Picking up your phone again, you scroll through your favorite contacts until you come across the one name that always made you smile.

‘Ren🥀🖤’

What better way to get away from it all than to spend your time with the person associated with the one thing you knew would never change?

His stance by your side.

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[alaynestone]

You don’t have to post this if you don’t want. I just wanted to say I was one of those curious, openminded fans willing to entertain the idea of samjohn (mostly bc deanjohn feels so congruent with canon + there’s so much interesting meta on it that managed to convert me + incestuous households usually affect all of it’s members) but just like you said I was immediately put off by the blatant character assassination that pervades everything from fics to edits to the propaganda in that incest poll lmao.

I guess that’s the major difference - deanjohn requires little to no stretching of imagination bc it already fits seamlessly into canon, whereas samjohn almost demands ooc shenanigans to work.

I also just found the way fans talk about it nauseating for some reason, though that’s likely more of a reflection of my own personal triggers. I love digesting incest narratives, but the fetishistic angle of that blog really makes my stomach turn. That’s not a moral judgement on anyone else’s enjoyment btw! Just another reason why this ship didn’t resonate with me.

thank you for sending me this. it's clear that a lot of people feel the same way.

when i first joined fandom, the few j/s fics were straightforward evil!john non-con. not my thing, but i understood why it was written that way. then came the inexplicably popular fandom creation of "sexkitten sam" which continues to pollute the entire sam/dean fandom and of course extends to other ships too. i'm not even gonna get started on why that's "problematic" because that's not the point, it's not remotely in character. even as an exaggeration sam is not the kind of person to attempt to find agency in outward submission or objectification. he's very vocally not compromising his identity to please his family and especially john. dean is more like that so when you have sam acting like a fetishized pinterest aesthetic moodboard version of dean and dean acting like an old man from wattpad i'm understandably left squinting at the screen. then it's genderswapping sam and using that as a personality eraser because women are automatically submissive and naive and trad?

who is being converted by all this when it has nothing to do with sam, john or even dean? where is dean in all this actually? a core aspect of their family is that dean is closest to both sam and john who rarely had much opportunity to bond without him. there was a distance between sam and john throughout sam's childhood and adolescence. most of his parental needs were being fulfilled by dean even if that was never enough. their situation with their father wasn't the average one where they were simply 2 kids fighting for his attention.

for the most part j/s appears to be about "envying" dean's position in the family. it's about diminishing or straight up erasing dean and more notably about feminizing sam. either directly or otherwise. people generally seem to have big issues with the fact that sam is a man and confidently so. most of the annoying tropes in wincest fandom have this at their core. and of course in order for sam to be "the woman" dean needs to genuinely and authentically be the most stereotypical of cishet men. it's very transparent because right from the start the show poked holes at dean's performance of masculinity. it was very much the point. dean's gender issues could fill a book yet any alternative interpretation of sam and gender seeks to cast dean as the oppressive bigot who would never get it? stopping here before i get off topic but to make myself clear: in theory i respect headcanons i don't understand, but not when they spitefully exist to deny dean's depth in every possible way.

to return to my point about dean's pseudo spouse and mother position being enviable, it misses the point of how harmful john's parenting was to both of them. it's no coincidence that they both view themselves as the unfavorite. dean believes he's taken for granted, only valued for what he can give, how well he can perform his roles, how successfully he could play at being an adult even before he hit double digits. dean can't just exist and be himself while sam is uncompromisingly himself. because of that he believes john doesn't like him, never liked him, rejected him, didn't have time for him, didn't trust him enough with the family secrets, even when those secrets directly concerned him. as of season 1 he still has contempt for dean for what he views as unquestioning obedience to john and letting himself be molded by john. dean had to fight for every scrap of approval and affection and sam refused to do the same if it meant sacrificing his own needs and identity. not everyone reacts to abuse the same way and both characters are very much shaped by their different reactions to their environment. and any j/s shipper argument that is built on the idea that sam was the one john loved more is not only gleefully mocking dean's parentification but ignoring that sam being comparatively sheltered and treated like a son is yet another reason why john would not cross such a line with him. dean "gets it", dean lost mary too, dean is his partner and his confidant, dean can handle adult responsibilities, dean is loving and supportive, dean isn't making him confront his parenting failures, dean can't say no to him. like you said, it doesn't at all stretch the imagination to make j/d fit into dean's backstory. "you are not a child" - "i never was".

as i have been saying, any remotely ic exploration of j/s would have to follow both j/d and s/d. i can't believe in a universe where j/s is the only incest that happens in the family. i think a theoretical plausible j/s fic would have to not only accept but embrace its adjacency to the 2 ships that are compliant with the canon. but whether sam knows for a fact about j/d or not, there's no way he isn't severely impacted by the proximity to that relationship in a number of ways and that's a very compelling dynamic in its own right.

tldr i agree with you anon. people can read and write whatever they want but there's a big difference between incest subtext that is believable and just saying things in a way that's meant to provoke.

[solar-halos]

i’ve skipped so many mood board mondays, so here are a ton of mood boards. they’re all Annie Cresta themed and how i think she’d dress/accessorize in a modern au. this one is gonna be lengthy tho i luv fashion

don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend: queer couture*

comments: this one was the hardest only bc i couldn’t find a lot pics of patchwork jeans + smudged (and ugly in an on-purpose-fuck-beauty-standards type of way) makeup and i feel like that is a fundamental part of annies style in this fic. also shes in hs and i feel like that is the peak of diy-ing things that are ugly but obv pinterest didn’t have much of that. but in the fic she loves red+black color combos and sanrio and also mitski so i included that here. also, had to include a heathers pic. and before anyone says that this doesn’t count as alt pls remember something: i don’t care

* (as in annie is queer in this fic, not that u have to be queer to wear this. just btw)

fond boy with a flower in his heart: lipstick lover*

comments: her style isn’t rlly described that much in the fic but i think it’s very much winx and barbiecore. lipstick lover* to the max. she is also the queen of sporty spice athleisure

*in a “pink panther” by Scene Queen (the musician) way, not a luver of lipstick way. although annie is both in this fic

a deep dive into the mind of annie cresta: man eater couture

credits, first and foremost!

i found the first pic (starting from the top left hand corner) on pinterest. this is the second pic dress pattern. third pic is also pinterest but it gives me johanna and annie vibes. this is the fourth pic (it’s still a tester pattern so i just linked her account!). this is the fifth pic. this is the sixth pic. i found the seventh pic on pinterest. this is the eighth pic. i found the ninth pic on pinterest. this is the tenth pic (can you tell i love madebymolly? lol)

comments: okay, so at first i wanted to focus more on materials like linen bc i think d4 would be more focused on practicality than glam, but as you can tell it’s mostly crochet pieces bc i’ve saved SO many pics that gave me boho beach vibes. but also some outfits (like the green dress!) are outfits i described in the actual fic and then found on instagram later like “wait….. this was literally something i had in my head and they made it into something real.” like how fucking cool is that imagine sewing something from ur own two hands (esp lace!). but also the cheetah (leopard?) print underwear is so annie cresta after she won the games bc i feel like she’d embellish everything she owns like the fashionista she is

miscellaneous: i-t g-i-r-l

ok when i was first pondering abt annie cresta’s style @turtlesandwhales678 put this into the universe and i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt it: vintage styled annie cresta! i know i didn’t do this concept justice bc most of the outfits are condensed to a select few decades but there was an era in my life where i would refuse to post anything on my instagram stories except vintage pictures/photoshoots, so here are some i had in my arsenal that i dug up:

credits!

first pic (top left corner) is from the nanny! love that show u should watch it. i know the second pic looks like an invasion of privacy but i swear it was for a photoshoot in 1969 for life magazine. i found the third pic on pinterest, it’s lisa bonet on “a different world” i believe. the fourth pic is from my instagram stories archive arsenal. same with the fifth pic. this is the sixth pic. seventh pic is from my stories archive. this is the eighth pic

comments: i kinda said everything i needed to at the beginning. the ninth pic is giving me odesta vibes

okay, that’s it! i know this was sooo long but i was scared of uploading it to ao3 cos the last time i did something like that it got taken down. but to be fair it was sorta my fault. anyway this was sooo fun and im in a very big procrastinating mood so i will literally make a mood board out of anything / any other styles. i was thinking abt doing a cottagecore one but i heard that style has racist undertones? idk i haven’t looked into it but i should. anyway bye hope these were pretty

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

lonesome love.

【Neteyam(21)/Reader(18)】

ocs: -ay’u (19)/palon (20)/y’ite (19)/virt’xi (23)

warnings: angst? drinking, very bad writing. no proofreading.

in which: you have always loved neteyam but he only sees you as a friend.

a/n: first time writing 😧 its so bad at first but it gets better. they use old yovo fruits as like wine or sumth (cuz i said so.) btw picture is not mine i found it on pinterest i just added a filter thingy it belongs to “tsireyasz”

i’m sorry if there’s any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. i wrote too much 😟 (i was listening to lonesome love and got inspired)

you always had a soft spot for neteyam, always greeted him with a warm smile, a smile he returned, a smile that melted your heart; you’d always question when your feelings for him started blooming, maybe it was the day you met, or perhaps the day he stood up for you and protected you from other kids making fun of you, or maybe the day you comforted him about his father bossing him around, you cant quiet tell when you started catching feelings for him, but one thing you do know for sure is that you adore him, you feel safe around him. you’re on cloud 9 whenever youre around him.

you were laying on the ground you’ve spent all day near the river with neteyam, busy with your own thoughts now, neteyam sitting next to you, you were snapped out of your toughts when neteyam poked your side, “huh?” you looked at him and he frowned, “you weren’t listening to me were you?” you shook your head no “’m sorry i was thinking about something, i wasn’t focused,” you apologized, “what’s on your mind? weren’t thinking ‘bout boys were you?” he asked grinning, your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head “no ew, gross.” he laughed and your stomach was filled with butterflies, you smiled and took a bite of your yovo fruit, “what were you saying though?” you asked after swallowing the fruit and lickig it’s nectar off your lips “i was saying that, we have to get to the camp before eclipse, the clan is throwing a feast - no no - a party, my dad asked ay’u’s father for his blessing,” he smiled and you looked at him confused written all over your face “what do you mean?” “ay’u and i will mate when i take my father place as the olo’eyktan,” he looked very happy - but you weren’t happy, you felt your heart breaking at the idea of him mating to someone, “i’m not feeling well, i’m sorry.” you told him and got up quickly running in the direction of the village, his words felt like knives cutting your heart into million pieces, on your way to your tent you had no intention of speaking to anyone, you simply ignored your friends talking about how happy they were for neteyam and ignored other girls wishing they were ay’u. you made it to your tent and sat the for the rest of the day.

you didn’t want to go to the ‘blessing’ party but your mother forced you to, telling you how important this day is to him and you eventually agreed. you placed a top piece on your chest “y/n, are you inside? can i come in?” you heard from outside the tent and your heart started rapidly beating, “yes, yes come in,” you yelled and he moved the flaps of your tent and walked in, “hi..” he said smiling you greeted him with a smile “i need your help with something,” you said “come closer,” “alright,” you heard his foot steps getting closer and closer “i want you tie the straps together, i can’t do it on my own and ma’s not here,” “alright, yeah i can do that,” he said and his hands went to rest on your shoulders, you gave him the straps and he hummed tying it around your neck, you turned around to face him and he smiled “you look very beautiful, y/n,” he looked at you and smiled his hands holding yours, “i do?” he closed his eyes and whispered a ‘yes’ you wanted to stay like that forever, your hands hold his. “shall we go now? i don’t wanna be late for my party,” he laughed and you shook your head “go. i’ll follow you later, i just have to do something quick and i’ll follow after, you don’t wanna be late do you?” you were shocked as you felt his arms around you, his chest against yours, “thank you, y/n.” you were filled with disappointment when he pulled away, he ran out of the tent not giving you enough time to respond.

when you made it to the area where the ceremony was taking place you were filled with an uneasy feeling, bioluminescence and fire lit the place, there were so many people that it was hard to find any of your friends but it wasn’t hard to find him, the last person you wanted to see. he was standing next to a girl you recognized her as ay’u, someone must’ve told him you were there cause he turned around and smiled at you. your heart broke at the sight of him and ay’u holding hands, now walking in your direction you quickly adjusted your hair and smiled “i see you, neteyam, ay’u." you said and looked at ay’u she was very pretty, she smiled at you nodded her head, you looked around and your eyes met with your friend’s, she must’ve noticed the desperation in your eyes and came over “you look great, ay’u” you said as your friend stood next to you, snaking her arm around you and tightly hugging you, “you wouldn’t mind if i steal y/n for a minute would you?” y’ite said and looked at neteyam “i-” “of course you wouldn’t mind,” she interrupted him not letting him finish whatever he was going to say and pulled you away “we’re going to the river to drink-” she started “you can come too if you want, but don’t tell neteyam or ay’u,” she said and your face scrunched “i don’t drink, y’ite, you know that,” you placed your hands on your hips and shook your head in “does your dad even know that you’re drinking?” you asked sounding worried, “no. no, he does not know, and i’m not planning on telling him anyway” you put your hands on her shoulders and gave her a weak smile “whatever, just make sure not to get caught, i’m not coming along i have to be there with neteyam” y’ite nodded and hugged you. you made your way back to the main area and was rewarded with neteyam and ay’u staring at each other and smiling like they’ve been in love with each other for forever your lips started to quiver and you wanted to cry. ay’u noticed you staring and she reached for neteyam’s hand and ran towards you, when they reached you neteyam was quick to question you, and soon they began talking about how excited they were to be together, you saw the way neteyam looked at her and your eyes were filled with tears you couldn’t blame him, she’s so dreamy. you were regretting not going with y’ite and the others, you took a deep but very shaky breath in to calm yourself “i better go find y’ite and the others, i’ll see you later, neteyam. have a good night, ay’u.” you said gaining both neteyam’s and ay’u’s attention and quickly ran off before they could say anything, you made it to the river in no time and was greeted by y’ite. “look who’s finally decided to join us!” virt’xi said and you rolled your eyes at her weird sarcasm “give me that,” you said to palon snatching the yovo fruit from his hand and chugging its juice down your throat hissing at the warm taste of it “that is very old, where’d you get these from?” you said looking at y’ite “we stole them,” virt’xi said from behind y’ite wrapping her arms around her waist and planting a kiss on the left corner of her mouth, “that’s.. nice,” you said “want another?” palon said and you gave him a nod and he handed you another yovo fruit “here,” you took it and quickly chugged it down, “fuck!” you said as it’s strong taste stung your mouth, it was warm in your throat and bubbly in your stomach vt’axi laughed at your expression “easy there, y/n, we don’t want you to get drunk,” palon said and you smiled sitting down next to palon laying your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you. virt’xi was looking at y’ite and smiling at her with her arm around her waist as y’ite gossiped about people.

you looked up at palon, his face was glowing as he slept you moved your head to the side and saw virt’xi and y’ite nuzzled up next to each other on the ground. you felt your cheeks and body heat up of the liquor, and you got up making your way back to the main area stepping carefully into the dark. you didn’t realize that you had arrived and stopped walking a long time ago as a surge of thoughts took over your mind, you were currently looking at neteyam and ay’u, his hand on her face feeling the soft of her cheeks, your own vision was clouded with tears and you closed your eyes and tears ran down your cheeks, you stood there with both your eyes closed as you sobbed silently, you only felt the hand on your shoulder when it started shaking you, you opened your eyes and they were instantly met with neteyam’s worried amber ones “why are you crying? did someone say anything to you?” you couldn’t respond, you felt your chest tighten and you swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head “no,” you whispered, you didn’t notic the way neteyam was sharing a questioning look with ay’u “i just... want to - go - home,” you said between hiccups “okay, i’ll take you home,” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both took off to the tents. you were both walking into the dark, your tears didn’t stop, and neteyam’s hand was now on your back, rubbing you back in a comoforting way but it only made you cry even more, you were walking with neteyam and you tripped over and fell, injuring your hip, knee, and the palm of your hand, and sobbed on the ground and neteyam bent down, “i’m sorry - i- fell, i didn’t mean to fall,” you said between sobs and neteyam wrapped his arm around your waist “‘tis fine, come on, time to get up,” he said heling you up to your feet, when you got to your feet, “don’t touch me.” you said pushing neteyam’s arm off of you, he gave you a questioning look, “go back ay’u, she must be waiting for you.” his hand wrapped around your forearm “y/n what are you saying, i won’t leave you in this state, you’re my frien-” you cut him off with a push “i said don’t touch me!” you yelled this time “y/n what the hell is wrong with you, what the fuck happened,” you got closer to him pointing your finger at his chest and started poking “you! you happened, neteyam!” you yelled again and place both your hands on his chest and pushed him “i hate you so much! i hate you neteyam - i - eywa! why - just tell me why are you so cruel, neteyam? why are you doing this to me,” you said sobbing “i didn’t do anything, y/n, i have no idea what you’re talking about-” “quit the lying, neteyam. you know what i’m talking about! do not lie. you know that i love you, you’ve always known. so why. why did you insist that i go to that stupid lame ass ceremony of yours? huh? just to hurt me? just to spite me? rub it in my face? reminding me that i had fallen for a person i can not have?” you grabbed his right hand placing it on your chest “it hurts neteyam, it hurts here. it’s very excruciating.” you said while crying “i’m sorry if i knew that you’d be feeling that way later i would’nt have asked you to co-” you removed your hand from ontop of his and looked at him “oh, please. spare me your voice, neteyam.”

you were sober now. you were sure of it and very much aware of what you were saying. he looked hurt like your words effected him “i’m sorry, y/n i just- i just don’t have feelings for you. i thought that maybe, i’ve been hinting for a long long time, but you never took the hint,” you shook your head “go to her, neteyam, she’s waiting for you,” you said accepting the fact that you will never have his love, his hand to reach for, his lips to kiss, his lap to lay your head on, you smiled and walked closer to him now, placing your hand on his cheek and stroking, he wanted to push your hand away but he didn’t, “i wish you all the best. i truly do. ay’u’s a lovely girl, go to her, give her all your love, and forgot we even had this conversation,” “what conversation?” he replied with a smile and you backed off “i’m going to sleep now.” you said and continued your journey.

you left him behind, alone in the dark, you didn’t cry this time. you were feeling numb, your insides feeling empty and yearning for love. maybe it was never love, maybe you never loved him, it was all in your head because you were so lonely all your life, but he came and gave you just the right amount of attention.

[alexanderthejustalright]

@pearlboss

I didn’t make this btw I found this on Pinterest

[toomanylinks]

Twilight

This is Twilight (He/Him) !

I just wanted to draw him with this cool pose I found on Pinterest :) In this drawing he got the face he will have in my AU (especially his hair, which I draw much shorter than the original), but I gave him his in-game clothes, cuz I didn’t want to bother design him fully yet.

I’m trying to draw from references quicker, because I feel like I’m so slow at drawing anything. This drawing took me a bit over 3 hours (those damn boots were so hard to draw fr)

Anyway, I’m proud of this drawing :)

I actually draw him that way, but while writing the text above, I realised that his hair was the wrong way... D’x

So I just flipped the drawing, but still, that makes me sad :(

And btw Twilight is ambidextrous so the sword isn’t a problem

[spheroz]

Samuel Daniel

No, his last name is not Daniel. But it’s a nickname me and my forge slightly obsessed Percy Jackson associate likes. (@f0xgl0v3 which you should totally go read her stuff btw) So meet Sam. Son of Apollo and mother of Theodore the jaguar…or panther…or just a big cat thing I don’t remember all I know is he’s a big black cat. But besides that because Theodore will totally get explained later at some point, let’s talk about Sam. Sam is as I said a Son of Apollo a music kid who also enjoys photography. (I’m totally linking his Pinterest board at the end of this btw) When he was first designed he was gender fluid but now he just cross dresses and he’s my little skrunkely guy :)).

He likes men. :0 oh mah gawd. But anyways. His mom died and his dad (Apollo) was like ✌️and kinda left and didn’t say anything which is like a whole other thing where their relationship is more brotherly than father and son. BUT YET AGAIN not right now. He wears mostly yellow stuff. And a sweatshirt like all the time but somehow has a perfect tan, almost always. He can glow and that’s fun also has like tangled healing powers but also like…not the hair…or the singing…or as easy and clean…so like pew pew your half way healed now drink some nectar and eat ambrosia and don’t die :).

He’s a little 6’1 or 6’2 guy. So this is me and Kleos’s nine au. Which is the seven plus our two characters. And here’s just the beginning of me taking about my sunshine healer boy :).

His whole arc is about self worth and found family. Being alone his whole life, not feeling like he’s good enough for any family or anyone person either. He goes through this whole thing where he’s like: “you guys are so much more needed and I could be anyone, Any one person could have my spot. I’m only here because I snuck in your dragon. I’m not needed” and goes through that thing and everyone is like :0 and stuff and he like is getting better at self worth and not very quickly but still he gets better. And then yes the nine become his family but not family family. That’s where Coach hedge comes in :)! They bond! It’s fun! They end up with a father- son relationship and Hedge does end up adopting him. It’s nice :)!

NOW QUICKLY IM GOING TO TALK ANOUT NEW ATHENS! So New Rome? Right? You know that. Well Sam and Annabeth totally make New Athens :)! And that’s also fun! I’ve slightly started planning it out and stuff but it’s big :) and I like it! Buts that’s all I have for now sooooo like yayyy.

first post about Sam! Not last!

@f0xgl0v3

https://www.pinterest.com/chezpizza459/samuel-hedge/