#i do hope the formatting is okay

[dammjamboy]

UNSEEN

[pigswithwings]

Sources: Wikipedia (Angel), Wikipedia (Robot), Wikipedia (Sacredness - Holy), Wikipedia (Guardian Angel), Wikipedia (Duty), Wikipedia (Seraph), Wikipedia (Transcendence - Religion), Wikipedia (Divinity)

[echotunes]

Hugo, two hours after joining QSMP, being so immersed in the qlobal translator's existence that he tried to use it irl to thank his McDonald's deliveryperson

Hugo: Ich hab... Ich hab grade zum Lieferanten "dankeschön" gesagt weil ich dacht'—ich hab mich so dran gewöhnt Deutsch zu reden, weil das automatisch übersetzt wird in QSMP, dass ich dachte, dass—dass meinem Lieferant das dann auch übersetzt wird. Bro! [cut] Digga das—ich erklär's nochmal ganz kurz. Also ich wohn' ja auf Madeira. Und die reden ja hier kein Deutsch. Digga, 'n Lieferant kommt hier hin, ich sag so "hello", ne, da hab—da wusst' ich irgendwie noch ok, Englisch. Bruder auf einmal sie gibt mir ne Tüte und ich sag "danke!" Weil ich— weil ich mit QSMP dachte dass das automatisch übersetzt wird—wird. Ich wa—ich—digga, das is' halt, das triggert dein Gehirn halt komplett.

(translation: I just... I just said "dankeschön" ("thank you" in German) to the deliveryperson because I thought—I'm so used to speaking German, because it's automatically translated in QSMP, that I thought that it would be automatically translated to my deliveryperson. Bro!

[cut] Bro that—I'm gonna explain it again for a sec. So I live in Madeira. And they don't speak German here. Bro, a deliveryperson comes here, I said "hello", like, at that point I still knew okay, English. And brother suddenly they give me a bag and I say "danke!" Because I—because with QSMP I thought it would be automatically translated. I—bro, that's just, that just fully triggers your brain.)

[r0semultiverse]

Small indie artists in need of support for moving out by September!

💜 These lovely folks [@QuinsCurse (they/them) & @sswitchblade03 (xe/xem and he/him)] are part of a small queer-owned Youtube community I'm in. 💖

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[gncrezan]

I want to say something. Want to tease them, want to ask if they really mean it, want to know if something has changed between us—but I don't. Instead, I turn off my phone. It'll open to the texts when I turn it on again. I'll deal with it later.

do you ever read an update so insanely good that you have to run for your tablet !!!!! GO PLAY @evertidings !!!!!!!

[tequiilasunriise]

Possible nicknames Lenore called Annabel in life go:

"Anniebell": Sometimes the smallest changes are the cutest, okay? Anniebell Lee sounds adorable as hell and I'll stick by it. Imagine Annabel trying to admonish Lenore for saying some wild shit at a Rich Persons Gala™️ or smth but she keeps breaking out into giggles like, "You- you can't just say that pet!" and Lenore playfully replying, "Oh whatever do you mean, Anniebell Lee?" like UGH I hate them somebody throw hammers at em already 💥💥🔨🔨🔨

“My moon”: in relation to the Annabel Lee poem (‘for the moon never beams/Without bringing me dreams/Of the wonderful Annabel Lee’) and also there’s smth so flavorful of the character with a color palette more akin to the Sun (long shiny blonde hair, warm colored eyes, seemingly more outwardly personality, etc) being called the moon like I loveee contrasting design choices‼️‼️

“Angel”: Also a reference to the poem (but like, worse because it was the angels that separated em) and can be easily pulled from Annabel’s name

“Petal”: Or some other variation of a flower based nickname because imma sad, sad bisexual who loves ✨flower motifs✨ just a bit too much

Anything in Dutch: This can be like common ones like “liefje” (darling) or the previous entries but in Dutch idk go crazy go stupid

“Locket”: An unconventional pick pulled from Annabel’s last name Whitlock + lockets containing pieces of hair from your other half being T H E romantic gesture of the century back then, so, like. Idk. Hear me out like okay I think Lenore could be the unconventional route (I mean girly already faked her death via arson and pulled a Mulan to get the girl soooo you see what I’m putting down?) and like like LIKKEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️ Imagine with me Lenore telling her girl, “You’re the locket I keep nearest to my heart” (many necklaces back then had a chain just long enough for the locket to rest above the wearer’s heart) and it evolves to Lenore calling Annabel smth like “my dearest, my locket” LIKE YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE WITH ME!!! GUYS MY VISION IS VISIONING!!! 🦅🗣️🌈🗣️🗣️🦅🦅🌈🗣️🦅🦅

@incorrect-nevermore cmere and witness my madness

[scoobit9]

Stanzine

[lightbulb-warning]

so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

[god-has-entered-my-body]

can i just also. sorry for spamming your inbox. ignore me omg i'm sorry but. marking him up all pretty. with lipstick or even fucking sharpie i don't care. writing things like 'whore' across his chest because. that's what he is. then taking pictures. pathetic. yes yes. i forgot which colour my heart emoji was but yes it is i. god.

thoughts thoughts thinking too many thoughts

okay so scene: you're perched on top of him while he's laying down, grinding down onto his leaking cock and he's whimpering and moaning below you, eyes screwed shut in torturous pleasure.

The look on his face when you quite literally rip his shirt off him is priceless, the pretty fabric tearing down the front as you let your hands feel his heart beat in his chest. "Just- stay still while i work on you, yeah?" Matty nods quickly, eyes glazed over as you move on top of him, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.

The tube of lipstick is a deep purple, contrasting his skin in a way that made your head spin, the product smearing slightly as it glides along his chest spelling out a single word across it.

"Whore." adorns his chest, standing out like white against black as Matty whimpers under your touch, his hips bucking up to meet your core, the pressure to your clit making a small gasp escape you. You apply the purple color to your lips, bending down to press kisses all over his neck and chest, decorating him like your little art project.

With every movement you make, Matty moans in response, biting his lips between his teeth as you cover his body in lip prints, smiling when you pull back to admire your work. "Wanna see how pretty you look baby? Want me to take a picture for you?" Matty's eyes grow wide as you reach over to the nightstand and grab your polaroid camera, pointing it at him.

"Please- fuck. I love you so much darling, so fucking perfect." Matty whines, arching his back in response to you grinding your hips down once again, his head thrown back in pure bliss.

"Smile, baby." you whisper, quickly moving off his cock to palm him as you snap the picture, the flash illuminating Matty's face in full. His eyes are wet with tears of ecstasy, his skin glistening with sweat as the light reflects off his chest, the deep purple traces of lipstick even more prominent than before.

Letting the polaroid develop for a few seconds, you coo praises into his ear as he begs for release, twitching in your grasp. Once the picture is visible, you take a glance at it, your heart rate picking up when you then throw it to the side, focusing all of your attention on Matty.

You let your mouth kiss his collarbones, then his chest, then the pretty tattoo on his left hip bone lower, lower, lower.... xx

[shesmore-shoebill]

As promised: An Amangela fic inspired by the whole "Hey Siri, remind me I'm an asshole at 2:30 tomorrow" arm grabbing in the latest Sounds Fishy video.

Written sporadically over the course of today, edited on the go. Completely platonic although there ARE bits in here you can interpret otherwise if you'd like.

also yes when i posted about this earlier today i said it was 2.6k words. You might notice it is 4.2k words. Thats because I wrote everything leading up to the actual inspiring event. And then when I tried to wrap up the fic the actual event snuck in and doubled the size. Oops.

[butterfliesornauseous]

500 special part one: hiding an upset stomach in a early relationship

Lately I’ve been thinking of a couple that’s still pretty new in their relationship and one of them is still nervous about doing anything embarrassing in front of their partner soo

Warning for small mention of eating and embarrassment

- Imagining that they were on a date at a restaurant and even before they left, B’s stomach was already starting to hurt. It’s only a mild upset, so it’s pretty easy to hide. But B is nervous. Stuck worrying during the drive home if their tummy will calm down or if it will develop into a more intense embarrassing pain.

- A has already suggested they should cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie, B’s stomach at this point is starting to feel like it’s growling without making noise, so know they have to think about which position will help keep their tummy from gurgling during the movie.

- Nervous smiles when ever their tummy gives them a little too much trouble so they put their hand on their stomach for just a second to calm it and A notices it and raises an eyebrow, but A quickly says they are fine.

- B’s belly has been making low those burbles all night, they aren’t really loud enough to be heard yet B still feels the need to shift or make a small noise to cover the sounds. Every little shift makes them glance over to A, worried that their movement is always a giveaway.

- Finally, one of the noises is loud enough to be heard, which leads A to tease/say with shock “you’re still hungry?

- That makes B flush. They mutter something about just being the type to digest loudly. B has always found acknowledging they have a stomach embarrassing, so this makes a nervous flutter join the ache already building inside.

- A smiles, satisfied with the answer but still says “tell me if anything is wrong, okay?” It warms B’s heart that their partner cares, but they aren’t ready to admit to their stomach troubles yet.

- B just nods and turns back to the TV screen they haven’t actually been paying attention to. Their stomach had already started to feel tight against their clothing a little while ago, but now they really can feel the pressure building from under their ribs to their throat. B can’t help but sit in regret over what they picked for dinner. Maybe they shouldn’t have had so much soda, their tummy would be quieter and the urge to burp wouldn’t be tightening in their chest.

- “Are you even watching?” A asks when a funny scene plays and B didn’t laugh. There’s no suspicion in A’s voice so B thinks they are off the hook and make sure to laugh at the next scene, but it’s a pained awkward sound from the movement triggering their poor belly more.

- A moves closer to B. They rest their hand on B’s side and one of their finger’s strokes up and down. B tenses a little. They are definitely overthinking now if A has figured out the truth, but then they realise being tense is also a giveaway. B un tenses. At least they can still enjoy that subtle amount of comfort.

- Their belly needs some kind of relief, it’s feeling angrier at the fact B is denying it, and soon B can’t help but let out a small burp. B is so embarrassed and caught guard at the betrayal of their stomach that a hand instinctively covers their mouth before they feel another burp coming up.

- B feels A’s hand move closer to their actual stomach, they give it a small rub then say “Your tummy is upset isn’t it?” B pauses, even if they are caught it’s too embarrassing to even give a head nod.

- And then B is pulled into A’s lap, “Tell me where it hurts… please?

[backjustforberena]

For @coffeecat22, who wanted me to gif O'Hara and Jackie's final confrontation.

[schnaf]

26 days until gunil's 26nd birthday

day 26 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - gunil's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[wubbowrites]

how to get over your feelings for that stupid blue hedgehog

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog

Relationship: Sonic/Shadow

Rating: General Audience

Warnings: none!

AO3 Link

A step-by-step guide for ultimate lifeforms.

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(1) Wake up at exactly 6am.

(2) Go to the kitchen to have breakfast. You won’t want to eat so early, but your roommate’s voice in your head will tell you to. Take the bag of loose coffee beans out from the cupboard to snack on while you make toast, an egg, or some other food.

(3) Don’t think about what you would make if he was here with you.

(1) Wake up at exactly 6am.

(2) Go to the kitchen to have breakfast. You won’t want to eat so early, but your roommate’s voice in your head will tell you to. Take the bag of loose coffee beans out from the cupboard to snack on while you make toast, an egg, or some other food.

(3) Don’t think about what you would make if he was here with you. Pretend you don’t care what he likes for breakfast. Pretend you don’t already know that he likes blueberry pancakes, or cold leftover pizza.

(4) Check the living room. If your roommate left a mess from the night before, tidy it up. You don’t usually clean up her messes, but you can’t stand living in a cluttered home. It’s unnatural to you. So make this exception.

(5) If your roommate is not asleep in her room, check your phone. You don’t like using your phone, because it has too many apps on it that you barely know how to use, but check it anyway. You will likely have a text from her with a selfie, where the background will only vaguely reveal where she’s conducting her latest heist. Send her confirmation that you’ve seen it — a thumbs up emoticon or an “Ok.” will do, even if she teases you about your choice later.

(6) Shower. If you get caught up in your thoughts, put on your classic rock playlist to ease them. If you catch yourself thinking of him, blast your heavy metal playlist at full volume so you can’t think at all.

(7) Put on your clothes. If your shoes have visible dirt, quickly polish them up. Don’t forget your inhibitor rings. You never have, but still make a point to remind yourself not to. Don’t take that risk.

(8) Leave the apartment. Go down the stairs, cross through Club Rouge, and exit the building out the back door. Fill the food and water bowls you keep out for the local stray cats.

(9) Don’t give any stray cats you see a name, because you can’t let yourself get too attached to them. Contemplate taking one in anyway.

(10) Run any errands for the day now so you don’t have to later. Shopping early in empty stores relaxes you, while shopping afternoons and evenings in crowded stores irritates you. If there are no errands to be done, go back into the apartment and find something to read for a few hours.

(11) In the late morning, you will likely be contacted by someone asking for your assistance. It might by someone from the Restoration. It might be the one of the detectives trying to follow up on a lead. It could be any number of things. Whether or not you decide you’re above helping them will depend on your mood that day. Except when the request is to watch a young rabbit while her mother is out of the house. That you cannot deny unless you have a damn good reason.

(12) Don’t hold hope in the back of your brain that he will reach out for your help too. Don’t admit that if he made the smallest request, you would fulfill it, even if you sighed and glared and grit your teeth the whole time.

(13) At midday, get lunch. Keep the apartment’s fridge stocked with easy meals in case you need to decompress there. If you need to keep moving instead, there are plenty of restaurants to go to on the way to your favorite forest spot. Pick something up from one of those and head there.

(14) Eat alone again. Spend some time staring out at the beautiful scenery. Think through anything you need to (it’s not brooding, no matter what anyone says).

(15) Find somewhere to train for the afternoon. Stay in the forest, or go to Club Rouge’s basement, or visit a gym. It doesn’t matter where you go, so long as there is somewhere to run, or something to hit. Somewhere empty is still preferable to somewhere crowded so you don’t get distracted. Theoretically.

(16) Theoretically, because wherever you choose, no matter how quiet or remote, he will somehow turn up. He always seems to know where you’re heading for this — like he can read your mind. Act as if that frustrates you.

(16) He’ll challenge you to a race, or to a fight. Try to deny him. Try to remain alone. Try to ignore the way his emerald eyes stare at you, fond and competitive. Fail.

(17) Have some of the most fun you’ve ever had. Even though you’ve given in to it so many times, letting off steam with him will never stop being the most fun you’ve ever had. It will seem better every time. Pretend it’s an imposition. Pretend that you’re glad to be rid of him when he finally prepares to leave, even though you will want to grab his arm and beg him for another challenge. Pretend that being alone again is a relief. Pretend until you almost believe it yourself.

(18) Reject his invitation to dinner and go right back to the apartment. Your roommate should be home by this time, unless her heist is particularly treacherous. She will likely suggest getting takeout, because she doesn’t care to cook. You can try to suggest where, but she’ll probably decide on her own anyway. She knows what’s good, though, so don’t get too annoyed about it.

(19) Eat with your roommate if she gives you space. Eat alone in your room if she asks too many questions, or pesters you about when you’re going to say something to him. She won’t take “never” as an answer, so it’s not worth the trouble.

(20) Don’t wish that you’d accepted his invitation to eat.

(21) Take time to truly unwind before bed. Finish your book, or rewatch that anime you like, or stare up at the ceiling and let yourself zone out. Go for a walk with your roommate, if she hasn’t been a pain.

(22) Don’t waste your final few hours of the day wondering how he’s spending his.

(23) Once the clock hits 11pm, go straight to bed. Fall asleep in a timely manner.

(24) Don’t notice the silence. Don’t fill the silence with your mind. Don’t think about him. Don’t think about him.

(25) Tell yourself that these feelings are a fluke. Tell yourself they’ll fade over time. Try to forget that they haven’t faded since you discovered them months ago. Try to forget that the feelings probably started way back when, on your second fall to Earth.

(26) Convince yourself that tomorrow will be the day you deal with it, once and for all. Don’t imagine what you might do to “deal with it”, because you really don’t know, but you know it must be done.

(27) Fall asleep.

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(1) Wake up at exactly 6am.

(2) Go to the kitchen to have breakfast. Take the bag of loose coffee beans out from the cupboard to snack on while you make blueberry pancakes.

[batnoise]

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[sappymix1]

anything related to dnfbaby please... can be them thinking or talking about baby or having a baby or helping baby with their homework or babysitting someone else's baby prompts baby fever please.

hi bea sorry i took so long 😭😭 1.2k words of dnf baby i hope you like it i love you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

George cried the first time he saw June in her crib. 

It was painfully sudden, tears streaming down his unshaven cheeks as he choked on a sob, and June, oblivious to everything, just slept on, one arm curled up over her head as her legs scrunched towards her body. 

“Hey,” Dream was, unsurprisingly, on him in a second, losing the sleepy haze that had filled his eyes as he held June in favour of purple tinted concern nearly overflowing. “Baby. What’s wrong?” 

The way Dream always talked to him – where he was calling him baby or honey or George but in a tone that made it sound better than any sweet name – made George cry harder. The definitive break, making just what Dream called him a full sentence that said a million different kind words. I love you or whatever. 

George didn’t answer Dream’s question, just let himself find the easy comfort of his broad chest and gentle touch. He buried his face into Dream’s rumpled shirt, right by his heart, and Dream’s hand immediately came up to hold his back. 

“Does something hurt?” Dream asked, and his voice was careful, but George could hear the concern in it and he knew that the doctor’s words – cautious, rest, limited motion – were running through his head as George cried his eyes out into his shoulder. Dream probably thought that he was, like, dying, and George felt a rare rush of guilt for not having resolved the matter as soon as possible. 

“No, I –” He didn’t know how to explain what was happening, so he grasped for the easy answer. “I don’t hurt. Sorry.”

Dream scoffed, but it was more delicate than his normal one. A lot of things had become more delicate and smaller in the last few days. George thought that this one was probably for his benefit just as much as it was June’s. “Why are you apologizing like I’m going to be disappointed that my husband – who literally had a baby within the last week – isn’t in pain? You never apologize, anyway.”

“I just didn’t know what else to say,” George said, and Dream pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands to George’s cheeks, reaching up to brush the tear streaked skin under his eyes with his thumbs. George’s eyelashes automatically fluttered at the gentle pressure on the thin skin there. He knew that he had dark bags bruising the skin there, just like Dream, the obvious mark of new parents that Dream had swore six months earlier that they would never get because their baby would just be so based and goated. June was based and goated, to be clear, but it turned out that even that wasn’t enough to prevent both of them from being exhausted already their first night home from the hospital.  

Maybe that was part of what brought out the tears. Just, like, exhaustion. That, and — “she’s just so little,” he said, and his voice was still a little bit shaky. “Like, I don’t know, she didn’t seem so tiny until we brought her home.” 

Saying home now had the same surreal, floaty feeling attached to it that it had back when George was the new one, when he had first passed through the front door and tracked dirt from the uneven driveway all over the floor in his rush to find Patches. It was home to Dream and Sapnap and Patches, and then to him, and then to Milo and Naomi, and now June too. She would learn to crawl and walk and run surrounded by green painted walls and they would never again have the reverence to her that they had once had for George, because they would have been hers for as long as her dark brown eyes could take them in. But for now, it was new and she would learn them just as they would learn her, both being forever changed. When George, now, thought of home, there would be bottles lined up along the sink and rattles and blankets on the floor. 

“I know,” Dream said, and he wiped one last tear from George’s cheek but left his hand to brush through his hair. It had been quick, but he had already found that he had run out of anything to cry. Further evidence of his suspicion that he was just exhausted and overwhelmed and the sight of June in her crib – the crib that Dream had built for her on a rainy Tuesday afternoon while George directed from the chair that Dream had insisted that he sat in despite George literally being fine to stand – had been enough to bring everything that he had been pushing down to the surface. Besides, Dream had already cried so much at the hospital when he first got to hold her. Really, George deserved more recognition for holding it together for so long. “She got your genes, I guess. Tiny little guy DNA.”

George made a face. “What?” But he moved ever so slightly to rest his head on Dream’s shoulder, and Dream carefully circled his arm around his waist as both of them watched June sleep, curled up and comfy in her new cradle. Her big eyes – Dream’s eyes, really, despite being George’s in color – were scrunched shut and George could see the slight rise and fall as she breathed steady in and out. 

“I think she looks like you,” he told Dream, looking up. “Her nose, and her eyes. They look like yours.”

Dream hummed, and George wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be an answer or just one of the little melodies that sometimes clung to his lips. “I think she looks like you.”

“What?” George could feel his voice a tiny bit lounder, and June sighed. Both of them were quiet, bracing for her to wake up, but she just moved slightly before settling back down. Her eyes never even opened. “She doesn’t, like, at all.” His voice was softer, this time. 

“She has your eye color,” Dream said, like that wasn’t the most basic answer imaginable. 

“Loads of people have brown eyes.” 

“Yeah, but not yours.” Dream was still being gentle, and George knew it was because he was still afraid of accidentally hurting him, but his arms around his waist tightened ever so slightly as Dream leaned closer. “When she opened her eyes the first time, when she just looked at me, it was like being looked at by you the first time. It felt like I was looking at someone I’d known for years.” 

George wiggled ever so slightly, and he could feel his face flushing pink. He felt…happy. Loved. So much of it was just love. “She can look like both of us,” he compromised, and he could feel Dream just shrug against his back, accepting it immediately. 

“Makes sense. She’s our baby.”

George couldn’t help it. He smiled, so wide, leaning back into Dream’s arm as his chest erupted in yellow. Our baby. Home. “Yeah. she is.” He said, and he reached up to wipe one last tear away with the back of his hand before leaning down to press a goodnight kiss to June’s forehead. When he stood back up, her tiny mouth had curled up into a smile, even as she slept peacefully.