#incoherent late night yap

[thegreatnpowerfulspuukiiz]

just saw this sonadow fanart/fan comic where shadow noticed some of sonic’s quills turning gray and gets hit with the reality that he’s gonna outlive sonic and OHHHH i’m finna SOB my heart is BREAKING </3

edit : since everyone wants to suffer i’ve linked it graciously in the replies 💔 long live sonadow

[tojisteddy]

Moon River | cw: 18+ mdni, cock warming, daddy kink (icky), dd!lg, meanie!simon, fluff if you squint.

Blackcat!reader who has the shittiest sleep schedule known to man.

Can sleep just about anywhere and at any time. From the bed, to the floor, while standing, in the car, while your eyes are open— you’re sleeping. And then when night falls, you’re wide awake. Eager to do something, go out or go on live and yap or worse, sneak out of bed to listen to music in the living room. Your headphones directly connected to the record player, laying on the floor, legs up against the wall as you aimlessly flip through the pages of some fashion magazine.

Slugger and Fish, your two dogs, were cuddled up next to you until you felt Fish immediately get up, happy panting as he circled around something moving— someone—

You titled you head upward, now faced with an upside down version of Simon Riley. You snickered to yourself. Silly.

“Good morning.” You say nonchalantly, tugging your headphones down to your neck.

It had to be around three am, three hours before Simon woke up and had to be at work, you’d leave three hours after that for your own work day.

There’s nothing but an incoherent grumble to your statement, a pinch to his bridge, before swiftly turning the record player off, putting the headphone back and collecting you off the floor and into his arms.

You huffed once his feet hit the steps, “But I’m not tired!”

“Yeah, I know.” That’s the fucking problem.

Did Simon use you as his personal body pillow? Yes. So if you weren’t sleeping, neither was he. Which would throw everything off. He’s tried the fuck you to sleep thing, which worked, but no one does that every day, every night. He laid you down on the bed with a sigh, crawling in behind you and shutting his eyes. Simon sleeps easily almost always. He’d slept in war zones, runnin missions that lasted days on two hours of sleep, forced to sleep a bunch of rowdy men when he enlisted. The only time he has issues, is when his perfect thing to hold won’t stay fucking still.

Ten minutes pass into his sleep and he feels you shift, facing him. He can see your dumb little purses bottom lip through his closed lids.

You whine, “Daddy-“

He plucks your forehead, pulling you on top of him with a grunt, “-Shut up. Sleep.”

He’d fix the sleep schedule by the weekend.

You’d woken up on time, had breakfast and none of your cat naps were allowed. He’d kept you awake, taking you for a walk right before a hardy lunch. Just as you were about to zip off to do god knows what, Simon caught you. Sitting you both down on the couch with you straddling him.

“You’re gonna take a proper nap kitten.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Like this?”

Yes.

While your stuffed with his cock.

Simon figured it’d be easier to rock you to sleep with something you’re used to inside you pretty little cunt.

He eased you down on his pulsing red length, slow, “Gotta keep Daddy warm doll, ‘f told you about having to do something in return when I help you out. Havent I?”

You’re mewling, your small button aching, trying to shimmy yourself just a little bit to brush the little thing against his abdomen. But he stills you with one hand, letting you sink till he’s bottomed out in your soaking walls.

You shudder, a gasp escaping your lips, “Daddy- augh- wanna-“

“—Sit still, gonna sleep just like this doll.”

You shake your head, shuddering and his tip brush’s just right against your good spot.

“I can’t Daddy! I don’t—“ you can’t even say the rest of your words, his hand wraps around your throat, tightening. Telling you to shut the fuck up.

“You should be thankful ‘M helping you out, yeah? Been alllll types ‘f shitty in the mornin lately because you can’t sleep right. Dad’s doing you a favor here. Be fuckin thankful.” Simon tsks, holding your head up. Tears brimming your eyes, he feels you clench around him and he hisses. Such a needy little thing his princess is.

“You’re gonna close those pretty brown eyes and sleep proper for once and if you don’t we’ll be like this all day. Come on, hold me close.” You do as your told, good girl, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up at him with those big eyes. Cute.

“Now give Dad a kiss.”

You groaned, your pussy immediately clenching at his words, your full pouty lips meeting his before you rested your head against his shoulder. All you can do is take deep breaths, trying to relax while he’s deep inside you, splitting you open like he’s always done but unmoving.

Somewhere in the middle, with feeling Simons chest moving against yours, the tv low with some football on, his large hand gently rubbing your back, and you feeling nice and full. You felt sleep fall on you.

Simon chuckles in satisfaction, giving a kiss to your scalp, “Wasn’t that hard, was it Princess?”

Your sleep schedule practically reset itself with that. One single afternoon nap, being sure to keep you stuffed, a proper dinner, and then bed time where Simon gave you warm tea, bundled you tight in the comforters, let you snuggle with one of your stuffed animals and mumble about your day before he took its place.

Getting you both a good nights rest.

a/n: is meanie!simon kinda grimy when he calls himself Dad. Yeah. Do I love it? Double Yeah☠️🙂‍↕️ was this kinda lazy especially the ending? Triple yeah!

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[abyssalfaith]

Synastry obs <3

Hiiiii !!! It's been a while ! Here's another synastry obs, enjoy it :)

Rising in their 8th house : the 8th house might be very aware of everything the rising do in their everyday life and they even might stalk a little... 8th house synastry is also about the spiritual, rising might introduce them to new beliefs (especially if 9th house synastry is present.). This relatioship, platonic or romantic, will be transformative for both of them.

6th house synastry : UNDERRATED. Girl, if you want a bestfriend in a boyfriend, a secreteller, a shoulder to cry on and someone to call and yap about your day... I love this synsatry because the planet person just want to be in the life of the house planet and want to improve everything in it ! Be aware of pressure and toxicity tho, you have your own pace ! Great placement for longterm relationship.

Lilith synastry (inner planet : mars, venus and moon) : briefly = the mystery. Everything about them will be mystery at some point.

Mars asp lilith : attraction of one to another will be a mystery : why ? how ? how much ? Why me ?

Mon asp lilith : Their emotion will seem irrational, childish or just straight up incoherent. Might triggers some past trauma in the lilith person.

Venus asp lilith : the out of reach. For some reason this placement is always about two poeple not being able to be together, or not for a long time. Social class, age, title, work... Even when it seems like you two can be ? Like why ? Something do not feel right.

Moon in the first house : moon person can read every little emotion and thought on the first peron face and mind.

10 th house synastry : I have seen heavy 10 house synastry in two case : meeting at school or work (it's your boss or the pretty senior boy that you are too afraid to talk too.). It's a celebrity : house of social statut, even if you are the house person, you just might have a big crush on people having the sign of your 10th house.

9th house synastry : house of journey... spiritual, physical. Anytime you have this synastry you will experience some sort of trip with the other one. You might move house with them, change country ? Or you might travel in the beliefs of the other, convert to a religion with them ? Enjoy it and take the lessons of these adventures.

Lilith conjunct moon : here, the planet of your emotion encounter the dark side of the moon nd in the same sign. Think about the bad and the good side of one side meeting up. In some case, you two might help each other grow, in some other case it can become too intense. I experienced it one time : a friend of mine (the moon), it started very fast, we spend every free moment together, made the world together late at night and it just stopped for some stupid shit. I think about her often tho, hope she is alright !

South node is worth looking at, trust me. You can have some peeps into your past life with the others.

Do I have to say anything about the 8th house synastry ( especially mars and venus) ? No, we know, i know, you know... uhm anyways.

Moon conjunct moon : bestfriend placement, think the same and at the same pace, just loving placement !

I have always wondered who feel the most... house or inner planet ? Tell me.

That will be all girlies :) Hope you will enjoy it :))

[tobiosbbyghorl]

hyper and chilll suggestion first frost inspired 😭😭 when reader is drunk and hoon has to fetch her and remove her makeup for her and hes all smiley while he yaps, he pulls her closer admires her and kisses her

Hyper & Chill | psh

act 23: late night hero

previous

Sunghoon sighed as he pulled up to the curb outside the bar, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. The moment he got your tipsy, borderline incoherent voice note—“Lolove, I think I’m a lil’… hic! …drunk. You should come get meeee~”—he was already grabbing his keys.

And now here he was, watching you stumble out of the bar with your friend leading you toward his car.

The moment you saw him, your face lit up.

“Lolove!” You beamed, waving at him enthusiastically, as if he wasn’t your boyfriend of nearly a year but instead a long-lost lover in a drama.

Sunghoon shook his head, fighting a grin. “Get in, you drunk idiot.”

—

By the time he got you back to your place, you were barely keeping your eyes open.

“Loloveeee,” you mumbled, clinging onto his arm as he led you inside. “You’re so nice… You’re the nicest, bestest boyfriend in the whole world.”

Sunghoon chuckled, unlocking your door with the spare key you gave him. “Yeah, yeah, tell me more when you’re sober.”

You pouted but let him guide you to sit on your bed.

Sunghoon crouched in front of you, hands resting on your knees as he studied your sleepy, flushed face. Your makeup was slightly smudged from the night, and he sighed.

“You need to take your makeup off before you sleep,” he muttered, standing to grab your wipes from the dresser.

You hummed in response, eyes already half-closed.

He chuckled, kneeling in front of you again. “You’re not gonna do it, are you?”

“Nope.”

With a fond sigh, he gently took your face in his hands.

“Alright, stay still.”

You giggled. “Your hands are so warm~”

Sunghoon shook his head, but his lips twitched into a smile as he carefully wiped your face. He worked in silence, a soft concentration on his features, while you sat there with a dazed little smile.

As he smoothed away the last of your mascara, he couldn’t help but admire you.

He always thought you were beautiful, but something about this moment—your sleepy eyes, your soft features, the way you let him take care of you so easily—made his heart squeeze.

He sighed dramatically. “You’re so lucky you’re cute.”

Your lips curved. “You think I’m cute?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

You hummed, reaching out to poke his cheek. “You’re cute, too.”

Sunghoon scoffed, but his ears turned red. “Whatever.”

Then, just as he was about to get up, he noticed the familiar bottles of skincare on your vanity.

He sighed again. “You also need to do your skincare.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Too tired.”

Sunghoon shook his head. “I swear, you’ll complain about bad skin tomorrow if I let you sleep like this.”

Still, you made no effort to move.

He clicked his tongue. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

That made you perk up. “Really?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes but grabbed your toner anyway. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t move.”

You grinned, sitting still as he dabbed the product onto your skin with gentle hands.

“You’re so good at this,” you murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

“Of course,” he said smugly. “You always make me put on your sunscreen when you’re lazy, remember?”

You giggled. “True~”

He went through each step carefully—toner, serum, moisturizer—his lips twitching every time you let out a happy hum.

By the time he was done, he was smiling way too much for someone who just did someone else’s skincare routine.

“There. All soft and glowy,” he teased, tapping your nose.

You beamed. “Thanks, Lolove.”

Then, as if possessed, he gently pulled you closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers traced along your jaw.

You blinked at him, your smile soft. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

He swallowed.

His voice was quieter when he replied.

“Dunno. Just… admiring my drunk mess of a girlfriend.”

Your heart flipped.

And before you could reply, he tilted your chin up and kissed you—soft, slow, and incredibly sweet.

You melted against him, hands fisting his hoodie as he pressed one, two, three kisses to your lips, each one more lingering than the last.

When he finally pulled away, he exhaled a laugh.

“You taste like soju,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours.

You grinned. “You like soju.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “But I like you more.”

And with that, he kissed you again—because tipsy or not, he’d never get tired of it.

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[iluvwomensm]

synopsis: you woke up wanting to stay where you lay wondering how long you could stay and still have time to get ready before youre running late for work

sevika, vi, ellie williams, abby anderson

wc: 6.9 i got rlly carried away ngl i was gonna keep going too

a/n: inspired by thr fact im sick as ever right now and hopelessly a woman lover. not a lot of dialog because 1. i was already yapping and 2. im not the best at it yet (i wrote this for like 3-4 hours its 5am omfg???)

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       your skin has a not nearly subtle chill that you cant get rid of no matter how much you nuzzle into the shoulder of your girlfriend who was laying relaxed with an arm around you finding its place on your side she slowly woke thought due to not feeling you gettin up at your usual time pawing at your side she mutters through her half asleep state "you gonna get up? youll be late for work" when you dont respond she shifts towards the night stand on her side of the bed reaching to turn the lamb on you grumble half annoyed at the loss of her warmth she flicked the light on and takes in your slightly dewy skin ass you squint through crusty morning eyes adjusting to the light and shuddering just enough of her to take notice you breathe in a crunchy breathe as you release an even crunchier cough turning your head down as to not cough on her.

        your girlfriend cups your chin tilting your head upward and plants the back of her hand on your forehead feeling your blazing skin "your staying home" she declares reaching around your sick form to grab your phone to text your boss for you. you grumble something incoherent, something your both sure arent even words as she sends the text and sets your phone back face down returning her full attention to you. she hates seeing you in such a pained way with a scrunched up face as u sniffle away your dripping nose.

        she wants to do anything she can to help you so she offers with a tone softer than fresh cotton "i can go to the store real quick and get some medicine" you cling to her wordlessly conveying your need for her presence she holds you back gently rubbing circles oh your arm before you wince softly finally speaking "my body hurts in all the worst ways" you say face pouty following up with "i feel like im being poked with needles everywhere AND im cold" your girlfriend huffs out a small laugh at your cute complaining before moving you over so she could get up to retrieve something tugging the covers over you kissing your temple and speaking softly says shell be back.

      what felt like hours later u hear her nearing the door of your room again with a heated blanket in hand walking closer before kneeling near your side of the bed plugging the blanket into an extension cord occupied with your phone charger and multiple other things untouched she unplugged slmething as you turn to see what shes doing when she lays the blanket onto you. you cling onto it as you feel it steadily heating up over the other blanket and confedor you already had over you peeking through the puddle of blankets you watch as your girlfriend throws on some gray sweatpants and worn navy sweatshirt she catches your eyes watching her half hooded through the shared mirror on your wall smirking at your drowsy expression she walks over squatting down to your glossy eye level saying "ill be back as soon as possible ill bring you back a snack and medicine ok?" she half smiled tucking a strand of your hair back behind your ear you nodd sleepily croaking out an ok, hurry back she leans forward pecking your face with a loving kiss on the cheek. at the back of her mind was the forgotten fact that she'll get sick as well being this close to you but she couldnt leave her poor girl hanging so she left the thought where it was disregarded.

       soon after you heard the front door clicking shut followed by the sound of a key locking it from the other side, you lie on your side trying to sleep but your body remains restless as you continually try to find a position thatll lull you to sleep.

restively and reluctantly you fling the heaps of blankets away from you immediately getting hit with cool air you shudder teeth chattering as you recoiled nevertheless you sit up sluggishly slipping you house shoes on as you drag your feet to the bathroom connected to the bedroom you flick on the light scooting your way to the toilet to release the pee you didnt even know you were holding. the porcelain seat prickling your newly sensitive skin as you quickly whip and flush moving towards the sink turning the steel handle which felt colder than the toilet seat, turning on the hot water you wash your hands absentmindedly gazing at yourself in the mirror with sleepy eyes and a puffy face. you cup water in your hands splashing it on your face trying to regain your bearings wiping your eyes you turn the faucet and light off and heading to the kitchen for a bottle of lukewarm water you had long forgotten til that very moment.

      taking a sip as you shuffle back to the room you set the water down on the nightstand before kicking your slippers elsewhere and crawling into bed finding solace in the middle of the queen bed. finally, bundling up in the blankets that lie astray waiting for your return. you fell asleep finally before you could even process the fact. waking up an hour or so later you smell what could only be homemade soup you sit up on your elbow as you meet the eyes of your loving girlfriend holding a tray of warm food accompanied with some over the counter medicine she sets the tray next to you pushing extra blanket out of the way to sit beside you as well as uou sit up properly thanking her woth a soft but firm kiss on the lips "your too good to me" you say pulling away digging in suddenly starved. you love whenever your girlfriend cooked for you like this something so small was cherished since she usually stayed quite busy so when little moments like this come along you cant help but swoon she watchess you attentively as you both have a small conversation between bites about nothing specific when your full she passes you the medicine from your tray and your water bottle.

        you take the medicine taking an other sip of water afterwards with a small aah you lean back against the headboard as your girlfriend sets the tray aside and grabs a few bags filled with more stuff than you thought you needed as she gave you 2 bags you realize she wasnt joking about getting you a snack but 'a snack' turner into multiple, all your favorites you sheepishly say thank you and set the the bag aside as she takes out some vapor rub "lift your shirt" she instructed you. eyebrow rasing in amusement "take me on a date first" you say jokingly causing her to roll her eyes unamused, still you adhere to her request. more like demand. she spreaded the substance across your collar bonesnd down the valley of your breasts coming back up to leave some just above your collarbone. shufting your shirt back down you pat the spot next to you laying back down instructing her to do the same. she does without a second thought wrapping you up in her arms after pulling all the covers back on you. you both cuddle closely her breathes soothing to you as you lay your head on her arm snuggling impossibly closer basking in how caring and sweet your love is to you loving how she takes care of you when you need it.

      you dont know who falls asleep first but you both doze off at some unknown time tangled together regardlessly still comfortable unknowingly syncing your breathing to eachother.

i hope you like this its my first time writing on here im gonna go to sleep now i swear

[pookietv]

jealousy, jealousy | arthur hill

okay i am very proud of this pls do not let her flop!!

you had decided that you and arthur were a riddle, wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, or whatever the saying was.

you had liked him for the longest time, hiding it pretty well from your mutual friend group, trying your desperate best to keep it under wraps in an attempt to preserve your friendship.

that was, until, a night out where you had both had a little too much to drink, and the night had become a blur. at least, you pretended it had become a blur.

in reality, arthur was so sweet to you and you had savoured it and immortalised it in your own memory, aware that it may be the only time. his arm wrapped lazily on top of your stomach, a comfort in the weight, his head resting opposite yours. his other hand intertwined in your hair, fingers gently soothing strands of your hair down, moving in rhythmic strokes.

his aftershave a blend of a sweeter mix, something cedar like. the dim yellowed light that could weave it's way through his blinds. his breathing was slowed and steady, the gentle hum of traffic from the open window an afterthought.

you had allowed yourself to trace the smaller lines of his face with your eyes, the smaller marks you usually wouldn't see, focused on his parted lips, a slight smile playing on them, as all you could think about was how gentle he was when he placed kisses on you, like you would break, on your forehead, cheek, collarbone, and that you could feel his mustache tickle your skin wherever he pressed himself.

his slight habit of drawing on exposed skin, the pad of his finger running lazily up and down your neck, and you closed your eyes for a moment, made you silently will that if god was real that he would permit moments to be frozen.

so when arthur suggested that for the preservation of your friendship, you should probably both pretend it didn't happen, it was all you could do not to scream at him that he was all you wanted and it was cruel of him to show you such love and then deprive you of it.

but it was arthur, and you wanted him to be happy. so if ignoring anything happened made him happy, you swallowed down your feelings and nodded.

it had been two months since, and you had tried your best to just bury it, act how you always had around him - close friends, and ignore your feelings towards him like you always had.

you guys had agreed to go out to a bar, both arthurs, george, chris and bach, since it was a friday night and you hadn't done anything in a while.

so there you were, sat in a booth, sipping possibly your fourth vodka cocktail, yapping to chris incoherently about some bird documentary he had recently watched over the loud music.

"did you do something different with your hair?" you asked chris, cocking your head slightly as you looked at him.

he furrowed his eyebrows slightly and shook his head with a grin, "no, why?"

you shrugged, "just looks nice, thought it looked different or something. whatevers different suits you," you said, before turning to the conversation that arthurtv and bach had become engaged in. you had noticed arthur hadn't said much the whole night, had sat pretty quietly drinking his pints, then moved onto spirits and had been drinking them just as quickly.

you tapped george on the shoulder, squeezing him slightly to get his attention, and he turned to you with a slightly drunk smile.

you whispered slightly to him, gesturing to other arthur, "do you think arthur's been a little quiet tonight?" i said, and george nodded a little.

"yeah, he hasn't said too much, has he? wouldn't worry about it too much, he's probably just tired, i heard him plodding around the apartment late last night," george responded, also whispering, and i nodded in response, giggling a little.

i looked over to other arthur, giving him a small smile, almost like a non-verbal 'are you okay', but his eyebrows just furrowed slightly back at you, before he looked away.

people got drunker as the drinks kept flowing, and whilst the boys were engaging in their zestiest activity with each other, as they often did whilst drunk, you couldn't help but laugh at them as you swayed along, clearly not as energised as they were, with george singing lyrics in your face as a motivator to get involved with their buzzed dancing, so you did giggling and singing along, being able to smell the beer from him as you danced.

still, arthur was barely involved, swaying himself slightly to seem into it but you could tell something was wrong.

so when he excused himself to go to the bar, you not long followed behind him, finding him with his fresh drink, still just leaning against the bar, not in any hurry to return to the group.

you tapped him lightly on the shoulder, your face soft with concern as he turned to look at you, his face still stone like and stern looking.

"arthur? you've been quiet all night, everything okay?" you asked, speaking loud enough for him to hear you over the music but tone still soft with care.

"mhm. i'm fine," he responded dryly, taking another drink of the disaronno and coke, which you only knew he was drinking as you could smell the sweetened almond from him.

"you sure? 'cause you don't seem great, and i don't want you to be uncomfortable if you're not feeling it, i mean-" you said softly, on your tip toes now so you could speak without shouting to arthur, leveling to his height.

"surprised you even noticed anything was up." he murmured, tone slightly bitter.

you furrowed your eyebrow slightly, quirking your head as you rested back on your heels, "what'd'you mean?" you asked, still calm toned but curious now at the snarky comment he had just made.

"just forget about it, don't wanna do this right now in the middle of a busy bar," he practically hissed out, and you had to pause for a moment.

"do what? what, sorry, arthur? i-i don't understand?" you said, clear confusion written across your face.

"oh of course you don't understand, cause you've done nothing, right?" he bit back, almost sounding vicious.

you were taken aback by his bluntness, the way his eyes had hardened when they fixated on you. your mind was racing as you tried to think of what to say, or decipher what he meant.

she hadn't seen arthur like this, ever. kind, easygoing arthur who was always the first to make her smile if she was upset, had suddenly become some stranger.

"arthur... what are you talking about?" you managed to murmur out, bewildered by his sudden anger at me.

he took a deep breath, his eyes still hardened, "you know exactly what i'm talking about," he spat out, looking down at you for a moment, "the way you flirt with everyone, like it's some twisted game or joke. it's fucking annoying."

"i... are you serious? i haven't been flirting with anyone, i've been friendly." you said, feeling a slight surge of anger but trying your best to keep yourself level, more feeling confusion and hurt.

"friendly, really? so complimenting chris all night, dancing and telling secrets with george and letting arthur buy you drinks all night is friendly?" he snapped back, taking another swig of his drink.

"yes, it's fucking friendly! you usually act the exact same around me, it's nothing! arthur bought me a couple of drinks to be nice, i was dancing with george because he noticed i wasn't joining in," you retorted back, your breathing slightly heavier, "i haven't done anything wrong and you're being mean to me for no reason," you murmured under your breath.

"god, you're infuriating, do you know that? y-you're a complete headfuck!" he snapped back.

you felt stunned. he was angry at you, over what exactly? the air felt thick, heavy and charged, and you could feel the beat of the music on the floor of the bar, feeling your eyes welling up slightly, blinking as quick as you could in an effort to hold tears back. "you're being ridiculous, arthur," you finally managed to say, your voice slightly trembling.

"i'm being ridiculous? you know what i'm talking about, it's like you're trying to provoke something," he scoffed, his voice ever so slightly softened, possibly due to the obvious distress on your face.

you sighed, and stopped yourself from looking up at him, instead looking at the floor for a moment, before turning around and letting yourself leave.

the bar only felt smaller and smaller, and you desperately needed air, as soon as you got outside, you let yourself lean against the wall, breathing deeply in hopes to stop tears rolling down your face.

arthur had watched you walk away, seeing your small frame slightly hunched and your head low, feeling a sharp pang of guilt. he finished his drink in a large gulp, taking a deep breath, he knew he had to go out, face the music and make things right.

he weaved through the crowd, focused on getting outside to find wherever you had headed, as soon as he turned the corner and out the door, he saw you leaned against the wall, fingers threaded through your own hair, and felt his chest ache at the sight of you so worked up.

"i'm sorry. i know i was being a dick." arthur's eyes softened, voice barely above a whisper as she looked up to him, her eyes still wide and welled with tears.

"you were." you said softly, your own voice small and simple.

his head hung low, "i-i just felt jealous."

"jealous?" you murmured, barely able to make eye contact with him, eyes instead scanning the street.

his face flushed slightly in embarrassment, "i-i know its stupid, i couldn't help it. since, uh, when we got together, every time i see you just being sweet and funny around everyone i get like, a stupid jealous feeling. and i know that's no ones fault but my own, cause i was the one who told you to act like nothing happened, so i know i had no right to be angry even if you were flirting with anyone, but i just... suppose i was worried about messing anything up," he paused, almost bating his breath, "thought i would just forget about it and it would pass by but... yeah, i couldn't really forget about it."

"oh." you paused for a moment, letting your eyes wander from the street to him, his apology hanging in the air. "i liked you before we got together, you know? sounds silly, but the morning we woke up together, i had really thought we would be... something. i don't know, it was the first time i felt like someone showed me affection, real affection. then you said we should probably just forget about it and it took every muscle in my body to smile and pretend to agree that that was for the best." you said quietly, slightly embarrassed by the admission, but you felt like it was just something you had to get off your chest.

"i don't know why i ever said that." arthur admitted, his voice slightly deeper and quieter, swallowing a thick lump in his throat, "do you want to know something? i don't like waking up next to people, or sleeping in beds with people. not usually, anyway. but i don't know, you were just there and it felt like all i wanted to do was look at you or play with your hair and trace outlines on your skin. i know i sound silly right now."

"you don't sound silly." you reassured. "it's nice to hear. i figured you didn't like it, and that's why we pretended it didn't happen."

"please, can we.. you know, forget that we ever tried to forget it happened? i don't want to pretend it didn't happen. i'd like to take you out, and be domestic with you again."

"i'd like that a lot."

[kankuroplease]

I know you are a gaasaku fan (same! Such an internet dynamic and what cool political means between the leaf and sand it could bring) have you ever thought about what that might look like if Sakura moved to suna and they had a family?

I think about them every other night, anon. Every other night ✨

Honestly a lot of Sakura and Gaara ships cross my mind even if I don’t necessarily ship them (like sometimes it’s me just nodding in a agreement with fandom and other times I’m researching ships to see what I’m messing lol) like I ship GaaSaku because I love both characters so much

I apologize for any incoherent yapping 😅

Tw: mentions of pregnancy

Off the top of my head; Sakura never actually planned to stay in Suna, it just sort of happens

Because it’s serene, but also talking with Gaara about his past and the challenges of such a past made her realize she could bring her work to Suna too

It’s a slow burn deal with lots of teasing from Kanks towards Gaara about making a move before Pinks high tails it back to Konoha

Sakura is lowkey amused by his fan club because he is pretty cool, but he’s not the type to have wandering eyes

Gaara is a busy man but he makes sure to make time for Sakura when possible

And if it’s not entirely possible, he’s found writing her to little notes wishing her a good day or suggesting that she visit this or that shop (he already paid for her ice cream for a year, please go to that shop, Sakura), are greatly appreciated by her

Sometimes when they’re catching up with one another after a busy day/week, they’ll talk until they both fall asleep on the couch

Sakura was pleasantly surprised to see Gaara at her doorstep during her first sandstorm in Suna

He’d made a barrier around himself (and her front door) to come and check on her and was rewarded with a big hug

She was fine, but it was a little worrying considering this wasn’t anything she was use to

And when they eventually do become official, Kanks is confused because huh? Last he checked on them they were gardening and other boring things. But go, bro!

They had to stop Kankuro form making prank wedding invites

No one wants sand falling out onto their floor for a save the date

Their eventual wedding is kind of a big deal, because while it wasn’t a political to them, it still was to everyone else

Naruto’s speech would be tall no jutsu x10 but he’d also throw in that he can’t wait to see their kids. They better hop on that because everyone else is

which would make Sakura choke and shout for him to shut it and made Gaara blush bright red

They aren’t the type for PDA, mostly because Gaara is a kage

BUT he’s okay with kissing her hand as a farewell infront of others

he also finds excuses to include Sakura in as many meetings as possible

Sakura meanwhile lives a busy life bouncing between Suna and Konoha as a teacher of medical jutsus and head of Suna’s medical department

That is until she’s visiting Konoha and feeling a bit under the weather

Ino took on look at her turning up her face at the smell of ramen and she KNEW

“You’re pregnant!?”

“No!.. I mean, I don’t think—”

Girl had to do some mental math on when her last period was and realized she was in fact late by a few weeks

All that stress from work made it slip her mind entirely and mistake her clear symptoms

Gaara is of course excited about the news, but a small part of him is really worried that something could go wrong during the pregnancy

He’s not showing it, but he’s freaking out internally

So he turns into a mother hen and adds an aid to accompany Sakura when he could not personally do it himself

She put up with this aid for a few months, but after be asked how she’s feeling so they could write it in a report and being told she shouldn’t lift anything heavy for the hundredth time, she had to put her foot down

Baby was growing healthy, she was healthy, Gaara take a deep breath. They’re fine and she works at the hospital

if something were to happen, she’s in the best place possible to handle it

When their baby finally does arrive, gaara is in awe. She’s perfect.

a little mushed and alien looking, but perfect

Watermelon pink hair and grayish green eyes that he only got a quick glimpse of before she closed her eyes again

Her nails were unbelievably tiny on the small hand that cupped her own cheek

He could swear he saw the faintest eyebrow hairs. She had eyebrows! Maybe

Sakura teased that he was going to stare a hole in her if he wasn’t careful and Gaara had to smile

Anyone that tried to visit would catch the new family snuggled up on one bed

He would know that he would do everything to protect this little girl and her mother for the rest of his life

And a few years later, they’d welcome a son that has his father’s hair and the most stunning violet eyes

A short while after that they welcomed Shiki into their family

Their kids often bounce back and forth between their parents work places

Temari and Sakura take turns making play date plans with the kids

And when all four kids are together, kankuro swears they’re conspiring against him (they kinda are, but it’s in a loving-ish way)

They once packed a bunch of lizards into one of his puppets

There’s never a dull moment in the kazekage’s home or a moment without Sakura having to remind the kids to pick up all of their sand

Gaara feels loved and wanted

Sakura feels loved and appreciated

Overall a very cute and wholesome family 🌸⏳

[n0tamused]

Late night yap session about Jien and Jing Yuan

Contents: just a long summarized yap focused on Jing Yuan and Jien, not proof read, please do not fact check me on this I haven't revised my Xianzhou lore in a hot minute and just want to talk about her, I ship these two idc they're my comfort ship </3, this post isn't about the ship bit though dw, this does involve mentions of Proxy and all the criminal things she has done(murder, kidnapping, cannibalism)(nothing explicit),

I am still fleshing some details out, some later parts are subject to change, and I am also trying to find that nice balance between yapping and info dumping in an incoherent way, so bear with me

Words: 1907

Tags: @sh1-n0bu

SO Jing Yuan and  Jien? That is the first topic I wanted to yap about today, it just got my nogging turning even more. To the reader, if you are new here’s a little tdlr of Jien before she came to the Luofu. She lived in a whole separate world, think of it like our own Earth, got into a cataclysmic event that essentially opened up a wormhole/blackhole and sucked her in and spat her out into this world on some random planet where she didn’t know the language or anything really, only with her notebook to her nam and the clothes on her lol. She finds out she can do hocus pocus magic with her drawings, gives herself horns/tail, travels to survive and then eventually runs into a travelling merchant (implied Luocha) who then takes her to the Luofu.

Now, we’re on the Luofu. Her presence there stirs a lot of questions and earns her weird looks and this merchant that brought her there is suddenly fucking gone?? Anyway, at first it was believed she was some old Vidyadhara elder from some millenia old battle, or what not, come again, the actual Elders got involved and so did the Divine Foresight. Thankfully, as nicely put by Lingsha, the Luofu people are known for their kindness so they didn’t skin her or anything. As she didn’t know the language yet it took conversations a long time and lots of pointing and repeating words, but she eventually got a hang of it and that is when the actual questioning started. Jien was rather honest with them, but vague and distant, she was simply too tired and really had little will to live atp. She didn’t info dump on them like I am doing here, but she gave them enough to just keep them calm and also to earn herself some more hospitality from them </3 

Jing Yuan was involved in a lot of these conversations, although at other times it was lady Fu that attended in his place. But out of the people, Jing Yuan did stand out the most in terms of being approachable. Everyone else, thus far, has been guarded or downright snappy with Jien whereas Jing Yuan was patient. So she did prefer having that guy around just because the others around them also were prompted to follow his lead and practice patience too yk. Somewhere along these lines, with Jien becoming fluent in the language and gaining some more freedom, Jing Yuan and her also grew out of the strict formality phase.

The High Elders hate her ass lowkey, especially after they saw they really can’t do much with her in regards to whatever the fuck they were planning in terms of the DF/Bailu situation, although you can bet they wanted to try. Some Vidyadhara extended their hospitality to Jien and she helped out in turn. Jien did get a reputation for keeping all the young Vidyadhara kids and foxian kids safe though, she’s like a border collie with sheep when it comes to them. Ain’t nothing touching those kids. Kids are naive yk, and she just has that sense of duty to protect that innocence, she was raised in a remote city and in a big family too where lots of people were involved with raising kids so it doesn’t feel out of place for her to take care of some stray kid as if they were her own. 

Anyway, back to JY and Jien. Jing Yuan really stepped up bro, he did go out of his way to try and lend more assistance when it came to language learning. He was naturally curious about her - he didn’t fully ever believe she was some miraculous Vidyadhara that was somehow born on another planet, but her likeness to them still earned a healthy amount of intrigue. Eventually the once short conversations turned into long talks as time went on and Jien did become a lot more independent and even got her own house on the Luofu where she’d host some small “tea parties” - literally just two of them yapping. In the start, it was Jien listening to him talk, basically listening to the way he pronounced words and such and that is the main way she became fluent in the language quickly. 

Jien then began to publish some books under a pen name “WangWei” - these books are quite literally rewrites of books from her world that she did not want to forget and did want to share with the people here. Surprisingly to her these books did take off, so she started to earn quite a bit too. She had a variety of books, some suited for kids and others for adults so she had a vast range of buyers. 

It comes to no surprise that Jing Yuan knew the person behind the pen name was Jien. Hell, bro probably even helped her do it. Insert late nights of Jing Yuan nagging to see a page or for her to tell him how a certain arc ends. 

Jien did grow fond of him a lot, and was really grateful for all he did for her. So when she received the ribbon as a gift from him she never was seen wearing her ponytail without it. Note: she did wear ponytails before this, it’s just the ribbon that she matched with JY. It is her way of remembering and honouring him.

The same sentiment goes for the jewelry she wears. Her own love may not be shown through words, but she certainly shows it through all of these small things. Her love for her world is shown by writing about it and sharing it with a bigger public, her love for the authors she read from being shown in the same fashion, her love for her friends shown through wearing the jewelry they gifted her or purchasing things that remind her of them..etc.

Most notable pieces of her past or her friends are these(necklace, bracelet, rings, earrings, ribbon):

Also the pointy ear earrings are a subtle "fuck you" to the High Elders since they began to call her a Fake Vidyadhara as means to to insult her and she just leaned into it, "look at my fake pointy ears y'all".

She is a walking memory in some sense. ALSO! In terms of Jing Yuan she has begun to wear this little back scarf thing in the same fashion as he does! Look at them!

Once Jien went off with the Armed Archeologist she did start to bring him stuff like..more books and small trinkets and foods/drinks. She also began to collect stuff from other planets that remind her of her home. I talked about this before in some other post, but if she can’t get them to her house on the Luofu, she ships them there and she has a Vidyadhara friend that helps out with the things, JY sometimes stops by too and helps out. She has a room that is like a little museum and he enjoys watching the shelves get fuller. 

NOW- Let’s get into the meat of the matter. No more domestic fluff I’m afraid. A small warning for mentioned murder and kidnapping and crime overall. TW for Proxy lmao

Jing Yuan did find out why Jien set out into the Guild, and that is the fact she found out Proxy found a way to worm into this world out of her own. Not good. She is a terrible person to summarize . This post isn't about her, I may yap about her and Jien in another post.

Anyway, once Jien returns for the Wardance she gets called to the Scalegorge Waterscape for another chat with the Elders, but they end up arresting her, believing it was her who did all the kidnapping of the Vidyadhara and the murders of the same. (Proxy looks nearly identical to Jien..). In fact - her whole team is accused of helping her, and at the time of her arrest one of the team members(Syaoran) was with her and also got arrested with her lmao pls send help

Jing Yuan is walking a thin line here, he’s already shouldering all the responsibility from his past and doings, now this whole shit with Hoolay is going down and so he’s strung on all fronts, so he can’t even reach Jien to talk about anything.

Jien meanwhile, accepted it. She does want this to go through this legal route the Xianzhou has set for criminals that do these capital crimes. She is bowing her head and doing this "the right way", but Syaoran has none of it, and her team is also livid since they’re all roped into this. They may know Jien is not the person to commit such things and they also know as a fact she was nowhere near the Luofu during the time when the crimes were committed, but try arguing that against these people who also have their 'evidence', also the fact Jien is so distant and travels alone too doesn’t help. 

Proxy has been quite diligent and meticilous though, and her crimes that ended up being framed on Jien were most of the ten unpardonable sins lmao

Now for those sins Jien should have been killed, but due to her peculiar circumstances and some string pulling from Jing Yuan she was allowed to go through this trial thing that I genuinely can’t remember the correct name for? But she basically has to stand before all the Arbiter Generals? Idk the name but whatever, I’ll find out later probably. 

Jing Yuan does eventually manage to make a crack in the wall of his work and go see her when they were bringing her from prison to have a talk with the High Elders again, but at the same time Dan Heng did go and beat one of them up during that talk he and Lingsha went to, and at the same time Proxy did show up to see Jien before she could get far</3 

Idk what she was thinking tbh but oh well. Now this part is one I am still fleshing out, so it is heavy under construction but one thing is for sure and it is that Proxy gets absorbed by Jien - Jien basically rids her of her physical form(read: beats her ass up/disintegrates her physical form) and absorbs her back into herself. A wormhole opens up again, swallows Jien and Syaoran and Jing Yuan is alone afterward. 

(side note: for visuals, imagine Jien absorbing Proxy like when Cocolia pushed the stellaron in her chest). 

Jing Yuan has her house left to take care of now. The Vidyadhara friend Jien had was unfortunately one of the victims to Proxy. He is left with the question of whether Jien is alive or not, whether she’ll return or not - perhaps it could be best if she did not, with the complicated question of the legal procession raised against her so..

Jien meanwhile, is now trapped in stone in the temple of Justice. How the turns have tabled. How ironic, isn’t it. Jien couldn’t outright kill Proxy, and felt it was her responsibility to punish herself by absorbing Proxy, feeling her hatred, passion and thinking. Proxy, while devoid of a physical form, is still so dead set on being a nuisance, and is seeking ways to escape Jien. Jien may yet return to Xianzhou Luofu. Or maybe not. She misses JY though. 

[astradyke]

I’ve been thinking for years that our head cannon that Phil calls/called Dan ‘bear’ is probably wrong. I can’t imagine someone who had a difficult childhood and associates the nickname ‘bear’ with that time could be happy to be called that by Phil who represents love and acceptance in his ‘new’ life. The nickname is so lovely but every time I see it, it just takes me out of the story! What do you think?

hiii! okay firstly i actually can't remember if we have heard phil call dan bear in real time nowadays, i know they recently talked about how dan is bear coded in the date night stream but do you/does anyone remember if that's something we've heard them say? not that it's exactly relevant to my response but i figured i should start there!

I totally get where you're coming from and i think it's quite a complicated tricky thing! i think there are a lot of ways in which a difficult childhood could, like you describe, warp something that is inherently quite nice into a triggering thing. trauma takes a lot of collateral damage and i think it makes total sense to interpret that someone who had a thing so cemented into their childhood (like a nickname) would associate it with those traumas and as they grow up want to disavow it very strongly.

the impression i've more-so gotten, though, which is no more or less realistic than what i just described to be clear, is that "bear" is one of those cases where it almost brings comfort? sometimes there can be a certain constant in a traumatic childhood, like the bear nickname for instance, that in the context of the traumatic childhood could have a heavy weight to it. but maybe that nickname itself was kind of like a lifeboat in that time, and when one leaves that traumatic childhood and enters a "new life" as you called it, that nickname comes along to serve as a testament that either (1) maybe that childhood had some bright moments, not in a self-dismissing way but in a way that can almost self-soothe thoughts of a younger child, or (2) that despite everything, dan is still dan, and that he evolves and changes but that he's not fully estranged from his younger self, which can serve to forge a sort of self-acceptance towards his younger self by acknowledging that that was also him.

or maybe a secret third thing! i don't know. this feels speculative in a direction i don't have solid footing in, so it's really hard to say, but i think that's why i'm not bothered by the nickname bear. admittedly when i write i don't tend to use it not out of a dislike of it but because i am deeply fond of the incoherent nicknames they give each other nowadays, and i do think phil probably calls dan bitch more than he calls him bear, if he does. you know? that being said! i have seen it always as something that could be comforting to dan. because childhood trauma can make you feel very warped and very estranged from your future, and knowing that there was a bright light there-- or that you were still there, existing, in those times-- can be reassuring.

would love to know your thoughts on this! sorry i'm replying late, i wanted to yap a bit but i was exhausted by the time i saw this yesterday and didn't know how to phrase it. i'm still not excellent at phrasing it but still would love to know what you think :P

[kaelinlikespeas]

Kaino and Rosie HCs again!! (Supa Strikas)

Everything platonic except Ja Nein,Miko and Tiger !!

'Kaino Lin' (She/They)

She's Malaysian-Chinese(even though her name originated from Finland)

Her parents taught them English first,which was troublesome in her later stages in her life. She struggles a lot in Chinese,but she knows a few words and sentences in her dialect (Hokkien).

She's a minute and 20 seconds older than Rosie.

They usually had some As and frequent B's when grades were shown.

Their handwriting is really good,somehow.

Hates vegetables with all of their heart.

She used to be an errand girl (intern) for Hydra when she was 19 and couldn't describe the experience properly,but she's on good terms with Skipper. (They're friends, your honour)

Her favourite Super League teams are either Supa Strikas or Nakama, there's no in-between. (They're basic,she knows)

When she arrived at SS,she was shocked when she saw Twisting Tiger. They've been a fan of him,even before he joined Supa Strikas.

She mostly watched on TV,even when it was super late at night,she'd turn the volume down and continued watching matches.

But, during their internship,she was mostly awkward around him due to the fact that they'd be working with the Twisting Tiger.

But they grew closer together and became good friends when Tiger noticed her nervousness.

He also got them matching outfits.. (As you have seen in the arts, I post ..)

But back to their hcs,she really loves art and photography and joined many photography competitions. (And got participation medals,trophies,and a few 3rd place medals.)

She would spend their late nights drawing and sketching,which would get Rosie annoyed since they stayed in the same room together. So they had to leave the room to let Rosie get some sleep.

Her side of the room is really clean here and there. But their closet is a huge mess.

She prefers to be alone but wouldn't mind a friend or two to accompany her.

A secret fan of Croccie the smile-dile..

They have the same type of humor as Klaus,a bad one at that. She'd pull a quick joke and have the room turn silent immediately.

She dresses up nicely for some important stuff. (Formal,dates..whatever yada,yada) otherwise you'd see her in their supa strikas singlet,jacket,baggy sweatpants and slippers. (Only wears sneakers whenever she's around ss)

Likes drinking their drinks in those plastic bags that you ikat (tie) and drink out of.

It'd be a miracle if you saw her improve her sleep schedule.

When friends send her gifts,Kaino feels really appreciated. They do,but feel undeserving of them,so she tries to get them better ones.

She can remember the small details of people.

A huge nerd for certain stuff like jellyfish,Inspector Von Spector, and a lot of cartoons she'd remember at the back of her brain.

Randomly can sync the timing of what her and Rosie are saying at the same time.

She's Bisexual in terms of sexuality.

They like savoury things rather than sweet things.

Has a secret collection of beanie boos she would never let go ever in their whole entire life. (She showed it to Tiger,Miko, and Klaus once)

Miko let's them talk about photography mostly to him and really likes it when she yaps about different photos she took on one of their trips.

She has an itabag of Miko and Twisting Tiger but hides them whenever they visit her after the season.

Likes talking to herself for some reason,if you're next to them while they're thinking,you might hear some incoherent mumbling coming from them.

Hates the cold temperature with all her might but loves the air conditioning,they just can't stand the cold winter temp while she was at the Fortress Stadium.

They can fall asleep anywhere,they're just really talented like that.

Sometimes, she envies how easily Rosie could be so social because whenever she tried to,Kaino was just considered really awkward.

'Rosie Lin' (She/It)

Actually really bad at speaking Chinese too,like it's sibling.

Younger and gets annoyed whenever Kaino pulls out 'I'm the oldest' card.

Really likes doodling,would doodle everywhere when she was younger,and still loves it to this day,and surprisingly rlly good at it.

Gets away with practically anything,it's like magic. (Aswell during her internship,but it's a 50/50 chance if she gets scolded by Colonel or not)

The happiest person you can be around!

Yes,her side of the room is also clean too,and her closet is also neat too.

Was a huge straight B student back then,Kaino and her would always compare grades.

It applied to Iron Tank due to wanting to impress her sister.

She's randomly good at translating bad handwriting,give her a crumpled up note with smudged ink and smudged letters,it would have the message figured out in no time.

Has really, really,good handwriting.

Her favourite Super League teams are Iron Tank (of course!!) And Technicali... (IT'S BEST FRIEND IS ON THERE OF COURSE ITS HER SECOND FAVOURITE.)

She's pansexual !!

She loves vegetables,except for yam..it can't stand yam.

It really loves sweet things! Usually sneaks in a snack or two.

Is really brave to defend a friend if she needs to. Literally doesn't care if they're tall and huge,she's still defending it's friends.

The other Iron Tank members except for Ja Nein treat Rosie like a younger sister, which includes practically annoying her a lot.

Rosie and Ja Nein usually work together and would spend sleepless nights to think of plans (totally not cheating dw) (it is cheating.)

Rosie likes leaning against practically anything or anyone whenever she wants to nap for a bit,she mostly does it to Ja Nein,but not that he doesn't mind. (JaRosie real)

Loves to cook for others,randomly whips up anything in the fridge, and feeds it to her friends,which always end up for them asking for more.

Rosie also makes tea and hot chocolate for Ja Nein and her whenever those sleepless nights happen again.

Likes yapping abt dinosaurs,especially the Velociraptor. (Ja Nein has heard her speak abt it a dozen of times)

She can yap abt random things and be so inconsistent with its topics to the point she flips through everything and literally just talks randomly.

Hates it whenever a room turns quiet all of a sudden,so it'd ask a question and hopes it would revive a conversation (usually works except for her team)

Likes reading a ton of comics,would also yap abt those comics..

Also a fan of Croccie the Smile-dile,but is actually more open to it than Kaino is.

Has an in-progress ita bag of Ja Nein hidden in her room.

Loves badges and bottle caps,she really likes collecting them and keeps them in a small trinket box.

It was not easy for her to immediately get used to the cold temperatures at Iron Tank,to the point where she got a small cold the first week there,but it got used to it soon enough.

Has a random sense of humor,she laughs at everything.

It has a good fashion style,likes wearing cute things when the season's over, and Ja Nein and her have some time to hang out together.

It wears mostly comforting and pinkish colors and loves,loves winter outfits with all of her heart. She also dresses up really well for events and really likes them.

Gets annoyed whenever Kaino does something very late,since Rosie liked it when they both had synced sleeping times to the point Kaino had to go into another room to continue whatever they were doing to let Rosie sleep.

Rosie likes it when someone praises her for her hardwork. And always responds with a smug reply.

Accidentally says something really dumb whenever Colonel,Uber,Ja Nein, and her are discussing plans of totally not cheating, and gets really embarrassed if no one gave her a proper reply.

She envies Kaino's smarts,even though Rosie was a bit above average,it feels the need to be better somehow.

Credit to Pinterest for the photos,what would I do without it..

[thegreatnpowerfulspuukiiz]

trying to telepathically project my period cramps onto eggman…he deserves it.

catch this menstrual agony beam, idiot

[crazylittlejester]

Dude I’m sorry if it’s been a while I’ve lost track of time 😔

so I reread Nate’s Comics bc I can and I wanted a refresher before I yapped abt him to you

OK so Nate grey after beating up Apocalypse lands in earth 616 (mainstream marvel universe) in Switzerland on the mountains

anyways bro somehow gets down the mountains and almost gets run over by truck-kun/ref but the guy stops and is like “bro r u ok 🤨🤨🤨” and now Nate Grey is in the truck but Nate Grey had trust issues 1000 and is liek “Bro how do I know ur not working for apocalypse also where the hell am I” and explodes the truck (reverse isekai ig)

bro then proceeds to walk to the nearest town where he sees a hooded guy and is like “Forge ☹️???” But no it’s this random guy named Sven that knocks him over but then looks at Nate and is like oh damn look at this child and takes him to his house where he takes care of Nate before dipping out to get food. Nate Grey takes a nap but he when he wakes up with her in the room

This is the creepo i was talking abt btw. I am her number one hater if this woman has 100 haters, I am one of them,10 haters I am one of those ten, if she has 1 hater then I’m that hater, if she has none then I am dead or I’ve been replaced

and also btw ummm uh how do I say this but um the person is also a clone of his mother 🤡🤡🤡 and is also like in her late twenties to eat thirties and BTW THE COMICS HAVE DESCRIBED NATE AS BEING MENTALLY 10 OR SO GUYS 🤡🤡🤡 like it’s so fucked up (and I know that marvel did want this to be like a relationship that was meant to be uncomfortable but still :((( )

Anyways the creepo and Nate get to know eachother before Sugar Man sends in a guy to go get Nate he obviously fails and creepo and Nate go to Paris 😍

where the guy strikes again but someone has their eyes on Creepo and basically this woman is like to creepo hey you should ditch the literal kid you’re with and come with me and she does‼️‼️ Creepo is gone from Nate’s life for the time being‼️‼️‼️

Nate Grey then goes to work on a boat to get away from thinking abt Creepo but then this twisted mf called Dark Beast (literally beast from Nate world) comes in and is like “hey child would you like to join me :3” also Guy that’s trying to get Nate from earlier is there but it’s whatever. Nate says no obviously and ends up in like California.

Also here’s a collection of Sugar Mans drawings of Nate I feel like they’re absolute master pieces

ALSO THERE WAS A WOLVERINE ANIME ⁉️⁉️⁉️😭😭😭

ALSO I DIDNT HAVE A SCREEN SHOT OF THIS AT THE TIME BUT LOOK AT THIS MR SILLY LITERALLY RE RIPPED OFF FORGED ARMS AND LEGS ☹️

anyways thank you for taking time out of your day to read this terrible excuse of writing/gen

Anyways this explains the next few chapters/half joking

(no but bring Fr here poor Nate ESPECIALLY in chapters 67-70 he did not deserve that at all)

anyways sorry if this is incoherent I’m on my phone late at night and I’m tired and my phone is abt to die 💔/gen

sorry i took so long to respond i wanted to make sure i had time to read it all

i have to say the way you explain it makes it fairly easy to understand and i really appreciate it alkdkdkdk

poor nate he just seems like hes never having a good time 😭

[ukulelecal]

Now That I’m Home

In which Calum is home now and fully intends on making up for lost time.

Warnings: none i don’t think?

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Requested By: @spoodermain

“could I request just like major fluff?? like maybe he’s back and it’s just cute domestic stuff like washing dishes and doing laundry and taking duke out for a walk and cooking dinner and lots of love and uwus?“

A/N: i assume you wanted this as like a pt 2 of Vlogger? bc thats what i did lol 

Requests are OPEN!

*Gif not mine*

Read this first!

Finally, Calum was home.

You nearly knocked him over when he got home, running at full speed to give him a hug. He had laughed it off, smashing his lips against yours and mumbling about how much you missed each other. Later that very night, Calum found out that you did indeed buy the pretty lingerie set from Victoria’s Secret, since you had made a point of wearing it under your clothes the day he got back, but needless to say, it ended up on the floor pretty quickly.

In the remaining time he was on tour after you sent him the first video, you sent him a couple more. One was of you in Target; you spent about two hours there, even though the video wasn’t that long, just messing around and talking about random things. Another was entirely about Duke, taking him for a walk and playing with him in the backyard. Calum actually cried watching that one.

But now he was home, and he didn’t have to watch you do these things through a screen anymore. He could do them with you. He could fuck around in Target with you, play with Duke with you, have Cinnabon with you. Everything you had to do without him, he could finally be there to do it with you.

And he fully intended on doing just that.

Calum’s eyes fluttered open at around nine A.M. on a Sunday. Glancing at you, he realized you were still asleep, curled up against his chest. He grinned at the sight, and decided to let you sleep a little longer. You both stayed up far too late the night before watching Criminal Minds, and he wasn’t sure how he wasn’t still out like a light.

He closed his eyes again, trying to fall back asleep. The attempt was futile; once he was up, he was up. As much as he wanted to let you sleep, he decided he was bored about ten minutes later, and started pressing light kisses to the side of your neck to wake you up.

You woke with a giggle escaping your lips, head turning to see Calum. He grinned down at you, his lips going to yours instead of your neck this time.

“Good morning,” you mumbled, intertwining your fingers with his hand that was resting on your belly.

“Good morning,” he repeated, thumb casually caressing the skin of your knuckles. “We should do some laundry today, I’m running out of pants.”

“We?” You snorted. It was normally just one of you doing laundry, it wasn’t exactly a two person job. Calum always helped out with it when he was home, so you wouldn’t always have to do it on your own. “Besides, you don’t need to wear pants. I like you without them.”

He playfully kicked your leg, causing you to giggle.

“I need them every once in a while,” he mumbled with a grin. “And, yes, we.”

“Laundry does not require both of us, Cal, I can do it,” you chuckled, finally rolling over to face him so you didn’t have to crane your neck.

“Yeah, but I require being with you at all times, and therefore we need to do it together,” he pouted, adjusting his arms around your waist. He was away for far too long, and he didn’t want to miss out on anything, even the not so exciting things like laundry.

You smiled warmly, leaning forward and pecking his lips.

“You’re adorable,” you mused, causing his cheeks to tint pink. “How about we have some breakfast and then we’ll do the laundry?”

He nodded, and you untangled yourselves from each other and climbed out of bed. Heading to the kitchen, you grabbed some cereal for yourself and Calum stuck to munching on a granola bar.

Breakfast went by quickly, and you and Calum started to gather all of your dirty clothes, separating them into piles. You helped each other put the first load into the washing machine and get it going. Then, all you had to do was wait.

Calum plopped himself onto the floor, back against the wall with his legs spread open. He looked up at you with a grin, opening his arms as a signal for you to join him. You laughed softly at him, but did as he asked, sitting down with your back against his chest.

“Any particular reason we’re sitting on the floor?” You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Not really,” he sniggered. “Just feel like it.”

“Fair enough, I guess.” You slipped your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, opening your camera. “We’re taking selfies if we’re sitting here, then.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Many pictures followed in your time waiting for the wash to be done. There was a pretty big variety, from smiling to him licking your face to pulling serious, model-like faces. Your favorite happened to be one where you both pulled the strings of your hoodies taught, causing the hoods to scrunch up and only your eyes were visible. You changed it to your lock screen, causing Calum to grin and kiss your cheek.

The washing machine beeped, signalling the load was done. You both got up off the floor, transferring the wet clothes to the dryer.

“How about we take Duke for a walk while the dryer is going, grab some lunch while we’re out?” You offered once it started.

“Sounds good,” he replied, grabbing your hand and walking with you towards your bedroom. You both changed and made yourselves more presentable, then heading out to find your dog.

“Duke!” Calum called, grabbing the leash from where it hung on the wall. “We’re going for a walk, bud!”

Duke was intrigued as soon as he heard the word “walk”; he knew what it meant. With a yap, he scurried over to where you and Calum stood, and Calum bent down to clip the leash onto his collar.

Once you and Calum slipped some shoes on, the three of you were out the door.

Calum slipped his hand that wasn’t holding the leash into yours, intertwining your fingers with ease. You grinned up at him, and returned the action, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

This was one of your favorite things to do. Just you, Calum, and Duke, spending time together, your own little family. It made your heart warm, thinking about how lucky you were to have this life.

“Our usual for lunch?” Calum asked once you got into town.

“Duh,” you teased, receiving you a playful nudge to the shoulder.

Whenever you and Calum went out for lunch, you always went to the same little café that served the best paninis you ever had, and something about the iced coffee just made it stand out from the rest. The employees there knew you by name, and they had your usual orders memorized. It was like a second home.

You and Calum had a lot of “usuals,” or traditions. There was your lunch café and Cinnabon at the mall, along with the bakery you always got donuts from whenever one of you was having a bad day, and the thrift shop you and Calum liked to go to late on Friday nights and mess around. You hoped these traditions never stopped.

You approached the café, the familiar smell of coffee practically coming through the doors. You walked up to an empty table on the patio, a perfect spot for looking out at the city.

“I’ll go get our food, you hold the table?” Calum suggested. You nodded in response, taking Duke’s leash from him.

“You know what I want,” you laughed, and he pecked your lips before heading inside.

You bent down and rubbed Duke’s head, who had taken to laying on the ground.

Soon enough, Calum came back out with two plates of food and two drinks, and he carefully set them down on the table.

“Thank you, waiter,” you teased, and Calum shook his head at you with a grin. Calum took the seat across from you.

“Everyone says hi, by the way,” he chuckled.

The two of you ate and chatted, about what you were going to do once you got home. The plan ended up basically being cuddle until dinnertime, when you would make one of your favorite chicken dishes.

After you ate and walked back home, your cuddle session was quick to commence. Calum kicked his shoes off and flopped down on the couch, making grabby hands at you until you came over. He gladly pulled you practically on top of him, your cheek pressed right above his heart and his arms securely locked around your waist.

“I love you, Cal,” you mumbled softly, lips grazing over the fabric of his shirt. He hummed in content, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“I love you, too, baby girl.”

It was quiet after that.

Neither of you realized it, but you both ended up drifting off to sleep, your late night from the night before catching up to you. It wasn’t until around 7:15 that your eyes fluttered open, realizing it was starting to get dark.

Deciding to wake him up like he woke you up that morning, you pressed gentle kisses to the column of his neck and his jaw. He grumbled out something incoherent, and brought one hand up to rub his eyes.

“Fuck, what time is it?” He murmured, finally peeling his eyes open.

“It’s 7:15, bubba,” you answered, grinning sleepily. “We should make dinner.”

He nodded in agreement, loosening his grip around your waist to let you stand up. Almost hesitantly, you climbed off of him and stood; you had been so comfortable and warm, a part of you wanted to just forget about dinner and cuddle all night long.

Calum followed suit, stretching his arms far above his head and groaning.

“Alright, chicken?” He questioned once he stopped, and you giggled and nodded in response.

The two of you made your way into the kitchen and started pulling out ingredients, piling them up on the counter.

“Alexa! Play 5 Seconds of Summer!” You called out, the same way you did in your video. Calum smiled widely, looking over at you with eyes full of adoration. He then did the same thing he thought about doing when he watched the video; he walked over to you, picked you up and spun you around.

You giggled, clinging onto him.

“Put me down!” You eventually squealed out, and Calum set you on your feet with a laugh, and wasted no time in kissing you immediately after.

Your fingers instinctively found his hair, tangling themselves in his curls. The two of you stayed like that for longer than you intended, lips moving effortlessly against each other, until you finally got dinner started.

You and Calum worked side by side, both of you singing and dancing along to the music playing from the speakers. You would bump your hip against his occasionally, which always earned you a kiss on the cheek.

Once the meal was made, you opened up a bottle of wine while Calum set the table, and then you sat down to eat. Biting into your food, you hummed in satisfaction.

“I’d say it was a success,” you said after you swallowed, and Calum mumbled out an agreement.

“I love doing this stuff, you know?” Calum said after a few minutes, setting his fork down on his plate. “Cooking dinner at home with you and all that.”

You smiled sweetly, reaching across the table to grab his hand.

“I do too.”

[sonofuranusandgaia]

I found something in my backyard and I think humanity is in danger

I honestly have no clue where to start with this post because of the bizarreness of what has transpired in the past few days and my hopes are that I can transcribe what my findings are for you to read and digest. I guess I should start with myself, for the sake of keeping myself anonymous you can refer to me as Mnemosyne, and for all you Greek enthusiasts that the god of storytelling, thought it fit. However this isn't as much of my story as it is of the author and owner of this journal and bag. Sorry I'm getting ahead of myself here. 

I should start at the moment I found the topic for this post.. The Bag.. dun dun dun. Sorry, I wanted some dramatic effect. Anyway, on with the story.  It was around midnight where I was studying in my room for an upcoming paper I was supposed to present to my professor on the topic of missing persons and the possibilities of their whereabouts, a topic I picked. My room was located on the second story of my parents' cabin where I like to work on weekends. I like to think that this is where I write the best. The quiet of the woods brings peace and concentration to my mind. I tried to read some of the articles about a 30 year old woman that went missing in Thunder Bay. Reading over her report I stared at green eyes trying to grasp  the sadden look in her eyes that her family provided for the police. 

Sipping my third cup of coffee that I was using  to ward off the ever pressing urge to tumble to a dreamless sleep in my bloodshot eyes transfixed on the screen. The words of her report seemed to morph into incoherent garble. I rubbed my eyes in exhaustion, frustration welling up inside my mind of what to write, I closed my computer to get some brain food. As I made my way down the stairs and reached the kitchen my bare feet hit the cool hard wood. Just as I turned to face the place that would satisfy my midnight hunger an overwhelming bright blue light engulfed the cabin and seemed to burn into my retinas. I staggered back falling onto the wall hitting my head in the process, a few picture frames falling to the floor, shattering into pieces.  Just as it appeared it vanished and the cabin was thrown back into darkness. I rubbed the back of my bruised cranium, quite stunned disbelief on what just happened. Looking back on it there was no sound, no shock wave, just a very annoyingly bright alien-blue light. 

I allowed myself to slide to the floor to allow my brain to catch up with the events that just took place. After the thumping sound in my ears slowed, I eased my way back onto my feet. Slowly tip toeing around the shards of glass. I clumsily walked in the direction of the junk drawer, pulling it open and reached for the flashlight. As the cocktail of fear and curiosity took over I slowly walked to the location of the light… My backyard. I flicked the back door porch light filling the darkness with a dull yellow light that illuminated the grassy ground and reflected off the trees. Now if you think I was stupid enough to go out side with out some kind of plan, well you would be half right. The only plan that I could come up with was: hastily grab the baseball bat the my Dad and I would use during the summer when I was a kid and take a quick look around and hope this all was just my mind angrily getting its revenge at me for not going to bed early for the second night in a row. 

I slid my runners on my feet and pushed the old door with a horror movie creak.the smell of the late night air filled my lungs with every shaky breath I took. I held the flash light and readied the bat  with a grip that would make Hercules proud and I clicked it on. I slowly scanned the area with the cheap light gleaning off the dried leaves and sticks. Every step gives me more confidence to push deeper into the direction of the woods. A loud snapping sound from behind me makes my heart want to leap out of my throat while yapping like an injured chihuahua. I whip the flash light around and fixated on twelve fear filled eyes. Their black soulless stare in my direction like I just caught them looking at my… ahem…  adult stash. Ive seen these stupid racoons around the cottage for as long as I can remember. I nicknamed the biggest one Rodney. Couldn't tell you why he just looked like Rodney. 

They broke the silence of their claws scraping on the garbage bins in a maddening haste which snapped me back to reality. I laughed, Well chucked with a hint of fear at a fool those dumb trash pandas made me feel. I turned my head still smiling and shaking my head when I saw a sharp glint of what looked like a… leather bag? I approached the bag with some form of alertness, the smell of iron and burning meat held in my nostrils urging my empty stomach to retch. I scanned the bag before I realized that there was a WHOLE HUMAN ARM attached to it. It limply gripped the handle of the bag. I wish there was something in my stomach to throw up but all I could muster was a pathetic gag. I pushed my hand to my mouth and gazed at the arm and bag further. 

It appeared to be an African American arm with the palm down. The limb appeared to be severed by a lightsaber, the smoke was still wafting towards the sky from the amputation point.    It was riddled with scars, some as long as a grain of rice and some nearly four inches long. I could see what looked to be a massive burn scar just above below the elbow that snaked its way around the forearm. With the baseball bat I rolled the arm over to examine it further. My eyes fell upon a series of numbers on the wrist; some were blotted out by scars but the first four digits could be shown 1639.  Looking at the arm as a whole he must have been incredibly strong. The muscle density reminded me of a star athlete or military personal. 

I found myself scanning the bag, viewing the worn silver clamps that held the opening closed, if you ever watched Indiana Jones you would know almost what it looks like. The blackish brown exterior is in near tatters. I note that it is stitched together in some spots that have off colored patches from mending. Now, I can tell you that what was going through my mind was utter chaos. I weighed my options on calling the police now and letting them handle it or finding the sorry owner of the missing limb and bag. My monkey brain took over and I found myself quickly running back to my house and going to the first aid bag to retrieve surgical gloves because I know I don't want to taint the evidence for the police.  As to not give Rodney and the rest of the band of evil sacks of fur a late night snack. I decided to wrap the arm in a garbage bag and hide it somewhere on the property. 

I know, I know your reading this and thinking “ Your stupid what if the people that did this to poor no arms come after you?” and to that I”ll tell you what Margret Atwood said  , “ You’re never going to kill storytelling because it’s built into the human plan. We come with it.” plus someone needs to tell it so why not me. Picking up the back by the shoulder strap I soon came to realize how light it was. For its size,  I estimated it to be nearly seven to eight pounds, however, it felt more like a cheap pillow. I found myself in the kitchen staring at the rustic satchel trying my best to gather my thoughts. Once I gathered the courage to open the mouth of the bag, I slowly emptied the contents onto the granite counter top of the island. 

First I'll tell you, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, drugs or cash maybe which would still be surprising considering the cabin location is in a remote area. The items in the bag were as follows: a worn leather bound journal, a necklace with a bluish green gemstone, A gun that looks like a steampunk or sci-fi tranquilizer, and finally a small block that appears to be wrapped in cheesecloth. 

Let's start off out of order. The gun had a sleek metallic look to it, almost chrome, with a purple tube that connected from where the magazine would be and ran up the pistol grip and was snugly fitted into the top. Two small reddish triangles were on either side of the rear of the gun and a small blue dot a few centimeters away from the end of the barrel, acting as sights I'd assume.  Next I examined the necklace. It almost had a first nations vibe about it; the rough leather ticked my finger, as I held it up as I lifted it up to the light to get a better look at it. The bluish green gemstone was held to the necklace by a thin silver wire. As I looked closer I noticed that it had just been mined and uncut, as if they didn't have the technology to cut it. 

I put the necklace down and turned my attention on to the other items of the satchel. I picked up the cheesecloth covered block and slowly unraveled it. The smell of Molasses and rotten eggs seeped out with every layer I removed. Then in my hand I held a small square no bigger than a brownie that you would buy at your local coffee shop and boy i wish it was that. The putrid stench of the square brought tears to my eyes. It seemed to be a deep brown with a sticky feel to the touch. I noted the red and yellow ball like berries? That is the best way to describe them as if someone took toy food and tried to mix it with mud and edible slim.and I swear if someone tells me to taste this I will hunt you down and make you try it first. 

Lastly, was the old leather bound book. It's just a book, nothing really unusual about it. It is around ten inches by six inches and it is about as good of shape as the satchel. The deep brown exterior is covered with what looks like blood and other mysterious stains. No not that kind of stains you sick freaks. At least I hope not. Both the front and back of the journal were blank with no lettering to indicate the owner or brand. However there was a symbol that was stamped into the thick leather of the cover. It appeared to be three hands like it was chiseled out of stone. I looked into old pictures of accent art and the closest I could come up with was Mesopotamian however I'm not totally sure. 

Each hand appeared to be right handed and each hand was placed to make a shape of a triangle, each palm face up laid across the other's wrist. The first hand had what looked like a crude depiction of the sun with sixteen points. The second hand held what looked like a tablet with writing. I can't quite make out due to the wear and tear of the leather. The last hand was clutching a ring with a rod at the bottom and in the center of the triangle of hands was a human eye kinda like the all seeing eye that the illuminati uses. The weather paper was in decently condition, surprisingly all things considered, like an 18th century book. The edges of the pages were dulled over the course of its use like the writer wrote in it almost every day. 

I turned the first page with anticipation of the contents that it held. The quiet crackling of the cover sent chills up my spine. I just wanted to rip this book apart because of my hunger for the words that were held in this book. “ What secrets do you hold?'' I thought as the first page was revealed to me. On the first page penciled in was a name, date and a footnote. “Erick Moore, April 15, 1975. This is the documentation of everything that took place. If you are reading this I am sorry from the bottom of my heart but, your life is now endangered. They will find you but I ask with the most urgency, please get the word out. Everything that I wrote in this book contains secrets. Secrets that will kill millions. The System should never know you have this. Be safe and may God be with humanity.” 

I stared in horror and slight confusion. Secrets? The System? Kill…Millions? I sat back in my chair running my hands through my hair taking a deep breath of the old cabin air. I wish i could say i burned the book and disposed of the arm but sadly old cat curiosity had a grip on my mind that i couldn't shake. I shut the book. The lump in my throat slowly swelling brings the beating in my chest. This is a joke right? A prank? Someone wanted to scare the poor tired university kid to get a rise out of him. I stood up and peered at all the windows. 

I rushed over to my Dad's liquor cabinet and found his old friend Jack that I was soon going to have a stern talk to, to ease my anxious thoughts. Screw a glass. I swung my head back to take a few swigs out of the bottle. Man when you bite the bottle, the bottle bites back. I could feel the warmth and comfort of the whisky run down my esophagus and shivered with a grimace. I brought my new best friend to keep me company while I look over the book more. I made the decision to look up this guy Erick Moore. So I grabbed my laptop and brought it down to the kitchen. 

I quickly typed out Ericks name and the date and turned up… Nothing. There is no name for this guy. Either he's made up as a part of the joke or “The System” washed his name out of every document oh wait here something. A news article dated back to 1967 from the Jackson Herald. It was barely a news cover and it was only a paragraph long. It reads “ Randy Moore and his wife Samantha Moore tragically pass due to a collision with a drunk driver that sends their vehicle…” then poof the article was gone.  

And all I'm left with is a 404 error  on my web browser. I blink. What? I was just looking at that and now it's gone. I refresh the page and it takes me back to the browser that says the gut sinking words I didn't want to see.  Your search -Erick Moore- did not match any documents. I rubbed my eyes. I bow my head and slowly reach for the bottle feeling somewhat defeated. When out of the corner of my eye I see a green dot on my computer screen indicating that it was active. I stare wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me. When suddenly a loud static sound on my computer erupts from my speakers like hell itself was opening a door right in my cabin. 

I dropped the bottle and covered my ears. There is no way my computer can make this loud noise without the speakers blowing. I reached for the power button in hopes of turning it off when I saw in absolute fear it was the symbol. The exact same symbol in red flashing across my screen. Then in red words “ we see you” appears under the symbol. I finally slam my computer screen shut. Suddenly, I was burning hot and soaked in sweat so I stripped off my sweatshirt and went to run my face under cold water. But as I stood up to go to the sink. 

I raised my head from the sink, water dripping from my chin onto the floor. Absolute fear leaving me unsteady on my feet. My heart seemed to pound even harder and faster. I tried taking a deep breath to calm myself down, but my shallow breaths were sharp and painful in my lungs. My vision started to tunnel, like my mind was heading towards a pit. Have you ever had that one friend that held you under the water a bit too long, the panic and need of oxygen filling your mind like a virus? That's what it felt like but instead of the need of oxygen it was the need to forget everything that just happened.  Maybe I should have left it alone or not looked up Erick Moore. I don't know but thinking now while I type this out what's done is done. Maybe I need to fight these guys. I mean they did hack my computer and know where my location is. 

  I decided to bring the police on board in regards to the arm. May not have been the best choice but if i could get some scientific aid maybe that can help me get some answers. After waiting twenty minutes I gave the officer my report, well,  most of the story leaving out the obvious. The officer gave me his card and said that he would be in touch or to call if I had any more info that I may remember. Before he turned around to head back to his cruiser, I asked him If he could keep me in the loop about what the results from the autopsy were. He looked at me with an inquisitive look that made me question if he knew I was holding something back.  I kept a steady look as he asked why. I told him the truth of how I was a student studying to be a criminal journalist. His smirk left me at somewhat ease. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” he said as the emergency lights still flashing the authoritative blue and red light up the front yard. 

As he drove off I remember thinking the officer reminded me of my Uncle. His calming yet hardened demeanor brought me the confidence to want to get into criminal journalism. I walked back to the house with a crunch of the gravel with every step. The sounds of crickets and frogs harmonized on the cool soon to be fall air. I let out a sigh as I stepped into the cabin to try and get some sleep. However the remembrance of the smell of the leather and burning flesh haunted my mind keeping me from sweet slumber. I set my gaze on the patterns on the ceiling as the questions of the book, gun and necklace meant. 

And that's why I'm posting this here.my computer is back to normal however with a piece of tape covering the camera.  I’m baffled at what I found. This … this is something I don't know who to talk to or if anyone would even believe me. Do I call the police or do I burn it? Who is this Erick Moore guy? Do I keep reading it to get answers? Is The System after me now with what i know.?   I'm just a student trying to get my life started in criminal journalism. So many answers and so little time. Well on the bright side I got a cool necklace and a sweet gun? Maybe I can use it against the System like some bad ass super agent. Well anyways if you have any thoughts or advice i'd appreciate it. 

[thegreatnpowerfulspuukiiz]

hallo it is spuukiiz. i wanted it come on here and say that im a lil more active on bluesky bc since its made just like twitter its a lot faster/fast paced (idk how else to describe it sorry) all this to say, ima be posting twitch/streaming notifs on there form now on!

but i’m not abandoning tumblr or anything, im still gonna come on here and yap about random crap, i love screaming every thought i have into the void, but im just promoting my bluesky again bc im starting to really like that app!!

the fatter posts will stay here while the smaller ones will probs be cross posted on both sky and here idk. this all hinges on if i remember or not but whatever bye.

[3-striiikes]

oh my god okay grin 😁 thank you for tag sheppyyyyyy. idk if these need to be in order but they’re not gonna be lwk also im subtracting political categories so I don’t become That Guy

btaman and his *checks notes to see what canon is calling them today*……. Coworkers? 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇both character stuff and meta stuff. meta topic of late has been marketability in tim drake vs bruce wayne. character topic as of lately that I’ve been rotating is just cass as a whole

my ocs SIGH SOMEONE LET ME YAPPPPPP. currently writing some of them into my dnd campaign so I cant talk to anyone irl about lore so you guys PUH LEASE ask me wbout sasha vivias and also if you wanna ask me about geoffrey (my current pc) id logeeeee it. Leo and Sam as well PLEASE TALK TO MEEEEEEE

ykellowjackers💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙��💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙 the oomf knows because hy had to put up w my “misty and the great sleepover of it all” incoherent late night yapping so everyone say thanks tk hymn

TGE MOUNTAIN GOATSSZSSS 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 JOHN DARNIELLE IS MY FAVORITE GUY. prev knows bc im making her a Playlist rn…… anyone wanna hear my jeff x Cyrus agenda

MOUTHWASHING I LOVE MY HORRIFYING SPACE GAME. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ PLEASE NEVER PLAY IT EVER

GRIN lors of others too but most i avoided so as not to be the friend whos too woke (am I using that joke right idk but I am being /silly) or the dude who’s like hey do you guys wanna hear about my religion

npt: @optimistic-autistic @whyamistillawake @nicothecowboy @westopoliscity @udnergecko

+ anyone who wants to hop in !!! grin

Thanks for the tag @whodoesnataliehave !

I was tagged to list 5 topics I could talk about for hours.

1. Yellowjackets all day every day!

2. Arcane ofc!

3. Music, esp Paramore or Lights but open to most things

4. Visual Art/Design/Comics/Graphic Novels etc

5. History and politics. I’m always about learning something new

No pressure tagging @firelilysky @mars-all-over @lais-a-ramos @lesbianforlottie @kings-paintbrush

and anyone else who wants to!