#i love you bri

[raspberrybesitos]

my masterlists got makeovers!!!

i cannot take any credit, all credit goes to my lovely bri bri @nostalxgic 🩷

she made all these custom stunning banners, dividers, and headers for me!!! 🥹🩷

she is unbelievably talented, and incredibly kind. i gave her a few words, 3 colors, some inspo pics, and she did the rest. she captured my personality so well, i mean just look at how gorgeous they came out! 😭 i can’t stop looking at them!! 🫶🏼

she is truly just the best person ever, she is my twin flame i love and adore her with all my heart and soul.

her craft is otherworldly!!! pls checkout her work, i’ll link her tiktok here

thank you so much, my beautiful bri bri 🩷 i love you, baby!!! 🫶🏼👯‍♀️

[ynvtw]

wonderful amazing immaculate fanart by @bricrowave (aka the 3rd creator of ynvtw!! woo!!!)

RB IF UR HYPED GUYS!!

[thatbanditqueen]

Norah!!!! Miss you and haven’t spammed your NOWOOBD in a while but miss them too sending you so much love!!!! ❣️❣️

Awwww Bri, ok, II have been getting a few messages about Becky over the last week. I feel bad about where I left her and I want to stop by and cheer her up. I'm in this weird place where I'm into starting chapters right in the middle of smut. This next one is a bit more fluffy and Elvis tries be good (in his way) and gets her to come to his concert after she goes home.

Thanks for the message, I love hearing from you and I love Becky and BDE and I sometimes need a little ping to be like oh yeah, other people wanna read this stuff you are writing ;)

xoxox

norah

this clip is living in my head and i may use it in every ask ever from now to eternity!

[edorazzi]

Page 25 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix is offered a downright horrifying solution to get rid of his Miraculous early, and Plagg explains the rules behind the magical bond! 📜💋

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[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

Happy Birthday dear Brian! ❤️

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 4.04: Escalating Violence

[illegaltruffle]

Seeing how Brigs is with his Drackonack made Wuq eventually start feeling things for animals. She never thought she would go out of her way to adopt a scraggly senior Plumpy. It turned out to be the sweetest thing that loves cuddles and pats, despite its looks.

She named him Uncle Ben,,,short for Benadryl

[lemongrablothbrok]

The world may never see so much fantastic hair in one place ever again.

[leonsliga]

Out-of-context Leon Goretzka

[thatbanditqueen]

I’m going to be delusional and make myself feel special by saying the extra domesticity and gentleness was in part for me. I want to start off with many thank you’s and hugs of gratitude for every delicious mention of Big Daddy’s stomach and physicality. Even in the car when he pulls Becky over into his arms and her elbows rest on his protruding belly before her hands wrap around his waist, it is a dream of mine to be able to feel him against me the same way. The fact that they’ve been in the car for a while now but Becky was still bitching at Elvis made me laugh out loud and it was exactly what I’d expect from her! I’m Team Becky when she lays down her boundaries on what she doesn’t appreciate/like like how he went behind her back and tricked her. I don’t think a lot of people in Elvis’ life every established boundaries with him and the power he held over them/their actions. And her saying he was gonna have to clean up his own mess, not any of his Mafia members clean it up for him, YES BECKY! Charlie’s happy reaction seeing Becky arrived pulled my heart strings, Charlie and Becky friendship supremacy rise… and of course Elvis was immediately not happy about it. Wanna add in a tidbit here that you describing him standing with his arm around Becky and a hand over his belt was so realistic visually and very in tune with the characteristics of Elvis in real life. Did anyone expect that tour to truly go any differently than it did? Elvis is such a perv but I honest to God love and enjoy it. Another inclusion of hearing him thundering behind Becky Butt - oh to be the woman being chased by Big Daddy so he can dick you down. She’s so real for wanting to feel his sweat against her skin and allowing his large body to push her up in to the frame. “…Elvis grinned at the sound of Becky’s wet nakedness squelching against the yellow leather bar stool…” I truly do not know what to say to explain what this little detail did to me but yes I’m just gonna leave this here. Becky Butt breaks my heart, she’s a beautiful character with a free spirit and the fact that she hasn’t been treated the way she should and loved on hurts me. That butt and those boobies and gorgeous face and smart mouth have gone too long unappreciated. It’s okay Becky, Big Daddy’s here now. It’s one of my favorite things when Becky allows herself to be soft with Elvis though. Becky Butt please keep sucking Big Daddy’s cock you get every time, please, I live through you and would do it all day every day if I had the chance so I beg of you to continue giving him the best head. Between Vernon and Lisa it seems like there are people in the house with loyalties to Linda but I know once they get to know Becky she will easily win them over. The dinner scene, how everyone was quick to react to Elvis’ temper of Becky’s plate but Becky didn’t let him get his way and they’re all observing awkward and silent but Elvis responded to her with gentleness and affection while still managing to stay within the nature I think of as real life Elvis. Jerry isn’t my favorite right now, causing trouble, although I know he has good intentions for Becky’s heart in the long run. Becky, baby, I’m so sorry Elvis is so hardheaded and blinded and egotistical right now to do this to you. Me, as a person, even though I was expecting him to do something stupid like that but I was still so disappointed for our Becky Butt. And then he has the audacity to go and be rude to Charlie like if he didn’t just get off the phone with someone! Becky is stronger than me, but she’s also trying to remind herself that the situation is temporary even though lines are crossing already. Elvis possibly letting it slip he wants her as a girlfriend even though he was high? And so true heartbreak begins. Becky is an amazing mom and her interactions with Lisa further prove it. She handles the situation so well and Lisa is immediately at ease with her and Lisa’s honesty had me CACKLING!! “and she showed me her big bobbies” bet you Elvis didn’t expect that to be the third sentence of the day directed to him from Lisa. LOVE IT!

Dearest Bri I LIVE to turn you on and make you cackle. If you observe fluffy sweetness and more in-depth descriptions of his large girthy wonder its because a) GIVE ME BIG DADDY I cannot get enough of Elvis largesse and his human realness but also b) you and @eliseinmemphis are some troublemakers who encourage this and I cannot resist it.

I almost called this chapter "Polishing The Furniture".... wink wink...

Your chats and messages are so influencing, thanks for taking the time to talk with me about stuff...

xoxoxox

norAHHHHHH

[2d-beefcakes-my-beloveds]

OC Marina Grayson

As a young man, Orm fell in love with a marine researcher. When she didn't return the next year with the pod of dolphins she was studying, he assumed she had been killed over their relationship bc it's something his father would've done. When he finds out it's actually bc he's a father and small children aren't allowed on research vessels, he peacefully abdicates the throne to his brother so he can marry the love of his life and raise his daughter in Gotham. Since he has the wealth of the ocean at his disposal, he purchases the local aquarium so they can still do marine research and start sharing some Atlantean knowledge with the surface world in order to help environmental awareness.

(HC for all Atlanteans) Atlanteans have scales they can display at will, and coloring is indicative of familial line. They also have facial markings when underwater and generally the bolder the better; more fierce and therefore beautiful. Orm inherited a Siren's Voice from his mother, and Marina was able to prove her ancestry with her Royal Gold scales and the incredibly rare Siren's Voice. Her facial markings look similar to a goth egirl, and are considered the height of Atlantean beauty. When she does her makeup on land she mostly just adds back her natural features, though the specific colors and shaping might vary a little. Dick is considered kinda ugly in Atlantis without the domino mask.

Because of her vocal ability, she had to visit Atlantis fairly often for training in control and as a backup heir to the throne. She was trained in traditional combat using a trident, but she's never felt right with the thought of ever needing to use it to take a life. The Atlantean public loves their kind and gentle surface princess, but the other court families think she's too free spirited and want to push their sons on her to keep the Voice within Atlantis.

She was Dick's classmate and acquaintances at the very least until she saved him from drowning in Gotham Harbor when they were 11. She dived in to rescue Robin, and was shocked to hear her classmate's voice thanking her. She paired up with Dick on their next school project so she could have an excuse to visit the Manor. She then confesses to Dick, Bruce, and Alfred to having figured out their secret, and tells them about her being Atlantean to show she's not intentionally a threat.

She and Dick become good friends after this since they can talk about their secret lives, and she joins the original Teen Titans when they form. She wrote the choreography for the team's lip-sync and dance videos for their official YouTube channel since, as younger millennials, they were some of the first heroes to publicly goof off on the internet in costume.

At one point during a school dance, she slapped her own date for calling her best friend a "dirty gypsy." There was a month or so when they were 15 where Dick did date Starfire, but there's no hard feelings or jealousy from it.

In high school, she was a competitive diver and worked at the aquarium as a mermaid in the shark exhibit in her spare time. She picked up air ribbon acrobatics as well because it's the closest thing she can do on land that feels like being underwater.

I'm undecided as of yet how they started dating, but Dick proposed with his mother's necklace. Some Romani vistas (I've heard) use coin necklaces, so I think he'd use his mom's the same way ppl use heirloom rings. It amuses Wally to no end that Circus Boy has a royal title and his favorite teasing nickname is "Your Highness."

Marina quit being a vigilante as they got older because it was getting harder to pull her punches as she got stronger. She recognized that it would be devastating for Surface-Atlantean relations if either the Princess or a representative hero killed someone even on accident, so stepped back to be a more supportive role as Surface Ambassador and post patrol medical assistance. Most of her work as Surface Ambassador involves negotiating ocean cleanup and environmental improvements on a governmental level with the various world powers.

She absolutely does not want to inherit the Atlantean throne. She despised her tenure as Regent while Arthur was dead before he was brought back to life in Darkest Night, and gave the throne back the very next day so she could go home.

While Bruce was stuck in the time stream, she was fully on board with Dick over legally adopting Damian. Sometimes he'll actually call her Ummi since she's more affectionate than Talia, especially when he's overtired. She does eventually adopt him under Atlantean law by challenging Talia for Mother's Rights. Since their fight was underwater due to Atlantean rules and Talia wanting whatever's best for her son, Marina wins and Damian is technically royalty as well now too. She's not even mad that Talia let her win, and gains a new respect for her as a mother who's willing to let her child go for a healthier upbringing than she could give.

When at home or for some semblance of privacy in public, Dick and Marina speak a blend of English and as much Romani as Dick can remember. Sometimes they'll include some Atlantean for extra security in public, but as English is Marina's first language they don't usually bother.

In the public eye on the surface, Dick is considered the trophy husband with a day job as a detective. He kinda loves their visits to Atlantis bc he's actually taken seriously as Dick Grayson without his pretty privilege. He can actually be his fully intelligent self there without the Atlantean public being shocked that he has more than a single brain cell.

Marina fully encourages sibling shenanigans amount the younger Batfam. She and Dick used to prank Bruce after all, and it's good and healthy bonding for them.

Jason is the adorable little brother who was taken too soon and came back angry yet still just as loved. She's kinda neutral about Tim but fully supports his tinkering and pranking shenanigans, and he likes her coffee more than Alfred's. Unfortunately I haven't known about most of the rest of the younger members long enough to have any relationship specifics in mind, but she's kinda like the cool auntie to all of them who will absolutely provide mischief supplies and assistance. No questions asked, just immediate "here you go I didn't see or hear anything."

[furymint]

FFXIV Write 2024 | header | wc: 1,376 | cw: elliot's bad parenting | i kidnapped @houseshadowstar for this

If nothing else, Elena did look cute. Even as she pouted and complained that she was hungry, and even when Elliot had to remove her rings after they'd caught in her lace collar for the second time, she didn't entirely look like a four year old child set on establishing Elliot’s unmitigated doom. That was a good start.

As he herded her towards the door of his chambers, he realized that navigating through the cathedral and to the carriage was going to be impossible. He refused to hold her hand. Their heights were simply incompatible: he would have to lean to the side as he walked just to match her, and part of him would rather never go out again than be seen like that. Carrying her was more impossible. In the end, Elliot settled on the assistance of an iris. With the end of the stem in his hand and the flower in hers, he bridged the gap.

They made it to the carriage without further issue. The ostiary even complimented Elena's hairpiece—not that she noticed—while they trundled down the snow-lined path. Her deadweight didn't help him lift her into the cab, and her seat right at the window didn't help him join her, but Elliot comforted himself in thinking that the Shadowstar residence was not far.

"Their names are Ceridwen and Sirus," Elliot coached her.

Elena pushed her cheek into the window and said, "Mm."

The iris didn't work once they reached the stairs ascending to the front doors. Elliot took her hand to balance and encourage her through each tall step, inwardly noting the committed scrunch of her face as something to tell Nolanel.

Since there was no guard to admit them, Elliot let Elena press the doorbell.

Ceridwen answered just as Elena began scraping her new shoes against the stoop.

"Elliot! I'm so glad we could have you. Sirus is inside; I have him tending my chocolate to watch for bubbles. I hope the two of you have the time to wait for it to set?" Ceridwen took both of Elliot’s hands fondly and squeezed them.

"I hope so," he returned, looking pleadingly at Elena.

Ceridwen shifted her attention to the girl too. "Miss Elena, have you had pan au chocolate afore?"

She thought about it. "Can I have one?"

"They'll be finished soon," Ceridwen promised.

Elliot inched forward. "I apologize for being so direct, but do you have any refreshments immediately available?"

"I'm hungry," interjected Elena.

"Oh, good!" said Ceridwen.

Elena turned her head toward the left wall. "It doesn't feel good."

"We have plenty to fix that—we just have to join my brother." Ceridwen turned slowly to lead the ungainly pair into the estate.

Her massive tulle skirt rippled as she walked, flowing around the legs of side tables and undulating through open doorways. 

Elena pursued the rustling sound as they walked. In under ten seconds, her walk became a run, and the run into a complete forward tumble.

"No no no—Don't—Ugh!" Elliot wailed, reaching for her.

She didn't care. The tiny girl hugged the plush fabric, no worse for wear, and giggled as she stood with iron fists of fluff.

Ceridwen laughed with her, then knelt to to inquire if she were truly fine.

"It's not fine at all!" Elliot started, his voice rising in its pique. "She can be so inconsiderate of people. Clothes are as much of a person as all of their property. She's mistaken a lady's dress skirts for the curtains once, and tried to hide among them—I still have not lived it down."

Three things happened. Ceridwen ignored Elliot, offered her hand to Elena, and waited for the girl to bore herself when help was refused.

Elliot watched those three things from another world. It surprised him how much he hated them. If he were a different man, he would have patience, acceptance, and humor. He knew he had those things—for others. For the girl who was suddenly in his life until he died, and who he did not want there, he had none.

But she was just a child in a new place-—and it was no fault of hers that she didn't trust him. He didn't want to be near her—-she was mercurial and weird and loud—and he had work to do that couldn't include a blind urchin.

They were stuck with each other whether they liked it or not when Nolanel left. He couldn't just tell her that she'd been abandoned so Nolanel could return to war. He couldn't be her father, either, although he had no good reason for that.

He and Elena were acquaintances living together, even if she had no appreciation for poetry and he did not share her fondness for ripping paper into tiny strips. Sometimes he was convinced that she calculated her day according to what would annoy him most.

But if he wanted Elena to behave politely, then he must be polite first. His voice lowered. "Thank you for being so kind. I don't know what I'm doing."

Ceridwen frowned pityingly, but in a way that showed she disapproved. "Do you not recall a whit of Vhene's upbringing when she was so young? Children are not angels, no matter how we paint cherubs."

"Of course I do," he insisted, "but Vhene had Norhi and all the force of the Bellworks behind her upbringing. 'Twas a bit strange, but she still had an entire party of adults to tell her not to climb up the kitchen cabinets."

"I'm sure they were only successful in deterring her half the time."

"That's true," Elliot grumbled.

Ceridwen rose to her feet and allowed the child to hold onto her skirt at they continued. "But Elena has you, your father, and all the rest—she shan't beat the table in a drum march because her food hasn't arrived timely enough. You won't let her."

Elliot impatiently nodded. "Yes, but heaven knows what else she keeps for dinner manners when she's excited. She probably had wolves for parents afore she had Nolanel. He's hardly any better."

Ceridwen looked blandly over at him and centered the charm on her necklace. "I doubt you. Ser Feran is as polite as a knight comes. It's true he intuits nothing in the language of gossip, but at one request he is the most accommodating creature I've ever met in a ballroom."

"That's because he's frightened out of his wits and desperate for guidance. Once he's comfortable and knows you enough, he forgets what it is to compromise."

Sirus whistled a falling note from the kitchen. "Damn," he cringed, appearing in the doorway. "Dwen was correct when she said this intervention would be for you more than the kid."

Elena followed Ceridwen past him into the kitchen. It was a massive, organized, efficient affair of countertops and containers. Elliot remained outside while Ceridwen swept around the island and poured a ramekin full of assorted berries. She handed it to Elena.

Elliot leaned against the opposite side of the doorframe and wagged a hand at Sirus. He wanted to talk of anything—even for a moment—that wasn't children. "Sirus. Have you patronized The Brume Closet recently? I heard there is a mistress proprietor now. When did ownership change hands?"

Sirus pressed deeper into his share of doorframe casually. "Oh, it's not so much of a change. I mean, some change, but just from an old name to a new one."

"Oh, very good," he replied, though he sounded absent. 

For the time being, Elena devoured blueberries in the same silence the room took on. Steam and scents wafted from one of the ovens while chocolate cooled at the other side of the room, away from its heat.

Ceridwen resumed her harassment. "Vhene is also nine, now, in case you've forgotten."

Elliot recoiled and slumped. "Why does the new youth so often do naught but remind me of my age!"

Sirus tilted his head. "How much older are we than him again?"

"Stop making fun of me!"

"I mean, you've asked for it," Sirus shrugged. "Coming here to wallow about how you've made enemies with your own kid."

"But she's not my child," Elliot sulked.

Ceridwen looked at her baking chronometer. "All right," she sighed. "How much time do we have?"

[raspberrybesitos]

my pedro wall is complete!!! thank you SO much @nostalxgic for creating these beautiful posters!!! i’m in loveeeee 🤩

everybody go get yours from her etsy shop nowww!!!

[pleasetakethis]

Since I'm stepping away from the official program this year, I'm updating my tag. NaNoWriMo has shifted beyond Chris Baty's vision, according to his book, No Plot? No Problem, and the creepy corporate overtones went too far with the "condemning AI is classist and ableist" bullshit.

I am still going to write 50k in 30 days during November so that's my new tag: 50k30days

Plus side: it'll be nice to have a tag that works for other months, too (because, again, the point of the challenge was always to turn off the inner editor and write quickly, because words on the page can be edited. A blank document is nothing. The challenge was never about buying shit, which is heavily pushed now, but the idea that ANYONE could write a story if they tried--and getting the words written).

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

hello darkness my old friend...

[leonsliga]

Leon for Adidas (X)